Chapter 2 Eight hundred years later

"In ancient times, the evil and terrible Waka Legion invaded our world. A large number of human beings and creatures were controlled by the magic of the Waka Legion, which brought devastating disasters and plagues to our world. Human beings fell into a loss and unknown. Just when human beings were lost, the emperor and the universe gave us supreme power and sent two messengers to help us. Under the leadership of the two messengers, we human beings broke through the barrier laid by the Waka Legion, tore up the fog of the Waka Legion, rushed into the Waka Legion, and deeply damaged them. The evil Waka Legion, in the end, was destroyed by us human beings..." On the third floor of a slightly broken building wrapped in a dense metal net, a thin middle-aged man with a gray cloth robe with a white face, holding a broken book in his hand, sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched.

Thirty-five students sitting below listened to the teacher's teaching, but there was an exception for a dark-haired teenager. He was lying on the table in the corner, with his pupils dilated, his eyelids shrugged, and he looked drowsy.

Wake up! Wake up, my child...

The illusory voice is clearly printed into the sea of consciousness.

"Who?"

As soon as he shouted, the black-haired teenager's body seemed to be electrocuted, and his whole body trembled.

"Yang Feng! Stand up for me."

At this time, a roar came.

On the podium, the middle-aged tutor's face collapsed into a ball, and his small eyes stared at the dark-haired teenager, as if he was going to swallow him. All the students under the stage turned their heads and turned their eyes to the dark-haired teenager. The students' expressions were full of sneer, sympathy, helplessness, and more about watching the play. For students, it is exciting to see a lively scene in an boring lecture hall.

"Who is Yang Feng...?"

The dark-haired teenager frowned. He felt that the name was very familiar, but he couldn't remember anything. Just now, his brain seemed to have suffered an electric shock, and then countless strange and familiar memories gushed out, stirring up his consciousness like a paste, a mess. Although the black-haired teenager's brain was in chaos, his ears became very sharp, and the slight sounds of conversation around him were reflected in his ears.

"What's wrong with Yang Feng today?"

"Who knows him, this guy may be stupid."

"Oh! This guy is still in a daze. Steve's tutor is here. Be quiet and don't let him hear you.

"It's over! Yang Feng is dead."

"Yang Feng seems to have been written down last time, but now he has offended Steve's tutor again. I guess he will be asked to quit."

"If you quit, you will quit. Anyway, he is also a drag in the school. Do you know how much he did last time?"

"How much?"

"Forty-three points."

"No, wasn't he at 40 o'clock last year? It has only improved by three points in a year, which is too little.

"It's not too little, but too little. It's probably difficult for him to become a professional in his life."

"I think he'd better drop out of school early, so as not to waste the hard-earned resources of his parents."

The brunette teenager raised his head, and the tutor standing on the podium had turned pale, and the brunette teenager was still at a loss. At this time, the tutor came over quickly with the book, his appearance was a little ferocious, and the students next to him were so scared that they didn't dare to come out. The dark-haired teenager sat in a smit. His brain was like a projector, constantly playing some strange and familiar pictures. Every time a picture appeared, the dark-haired teenager understood a little.

After the first two pictures emerged, the later pictures became smooth.

Bang! The middle-aged tutor slapped the table fiercely and scolded rudely: "Yang Feng! Your parents asked you to come to school, but you didn't study hard. You are not only wasting everyone's time, but also wasting the hard-earned resources of your parents. If you don't want to learn, just go back. Look at your last test results, the subject of theology, you only got 35 points..."

The words of the middle-aged tutor attracted the laughter of the students.

"Thirty-five points?"

"Is it the lowest in our class?"

"It must be that the stupidest fat man got 50 points in the exam."

Yang Feng's diffuse eyes shrank slightly, but there was no expression. His brain was in a mess, and he couldn't listen to the middle-aged tutor's words at all.

Looking at Yang Feng's indifferent expression, Steve's forehead was blue veins. Yang Feng's appearance was simply a naked contempt, and it was also challenging Steve's dignity as a theologian. As a theologian in the school, which student saw that he was not respectful, but he didn't expect such a thorn to emerge. Steve suddenly jumped like thunder, smashed the book in his hand on the table, and then pointed to the door and shouted, "Get out! Get out of here. Don't let me see you again. I don't have a student like you.

"Oh!" Yang Feng moved indifferently out of the door, and behind him came the middle-aged tutor's preaching to the rest of the students: "I have taught theology for so many years, and I have never seen such a 'good' student. Humph! A guy like this, not to mention becoming a professional, may not even find a job in the future. What's the use of such a scum? Don't be like him in the future..."

With the rebuke of Steve's tutor, Yang Feng slowly walked to the playground, and then turned around and stepped into a path. His consciousness slowly became clear, and the memories that appeared gradually integrated into his brain.

When he came to a piece of grass, Yang Feng lay down, looked at the sky with blurred eyes, and muttered, "Yang Feng, Adventure King, virtual platform..." Every sentence said, even Yang Feng himself did not know what he was reading, but the familiar fragments in his mind were being integrated little by little. .

The dark and quiet road, countless strange creatures, and all kinds of treasures constantly appeared in front of Yang Feng. A flexible figure shuttles unimpeded in the major copy platforms. Terrible guardian beasts, powerful heavy weapons, rare refined materials, and even professionals with powerful combat skills. The slender and explosive body, the strong and tall body, the huge shield, the long gun with terrible destructive power, the sharp knife... All kinds of memory fragments constantly poured into Yang Feng's brain, browsing these familiar memories like watching a movie. Yang Feng's blurred pupils slowly exude light. Light and colorful.

At this time, the memory suddenly jumped by.

A huge platform is full of adventurers from all over the world, and on this platform, there is a throne. That throne is the dream of adventurers among all non-professionals and professionals. It is the most noble and symbolic throne in the adventure world in Dark World. Although it cannot be compared with the throne of the king of major professions, its existence lasts much longer than that of the throne of the major professions. I don't know how many people have been replaced in the throne of the kings of major professions, but the people on this throne have never been replaced. There is only one person who can get it and sit all the time. A familiar figure slowly walked out from behind the throne. It was difficult to see his face clearly in the dark night, but that familiar figure made Yang Fengjiu unforgettable.

From the moment this person sat on the throne, the adventurers on the platform cheered.

"Adventure King!"

"Adventure King..."

Hearing the shout, Yang Feng seemed to be stimulated. His whole body suddenly shook, and his eyes quickly closed.

Won! Yang Feng opened his eyes again, and the confusion in his eyes suddenly disappeared without a trace, replaced by a brand-new self-confidence and arrogance. On his immature face, there was a trace of old age that did not match his age. He understood that he knew who he was. Yang Feng took a deep breath. Who is he? Adventure King! Once dominated the whole virtual world, he opened up thousands of copy platforms of the Dark World alone, including six S-level platforms, and completed a total of 3,931 exploration tasks. This deed was recorded in the record of the Dark World Records.

At the same time, he is also Yang Feng, a third-class student of Smith School, an ordinary and ordinary third-class student. In fact, Yang Feng's current phenomenon is like the retelling of the memory of his previous life, but it is still based on his original consciousness.

Why did your memory recover?

Why has the world become like this?

Yang Feng slowly raised his head and looked at the top of his head. Thirty meters above the ground, it was covered with dense metal mesh, and he, like a bird in a cage, was tightly locked in the middle of the cage. Through the metal net, the eyes turned to the canopy. At this time, the canopy was as if it had been torn, divided into three pieces. In the crack, the dark undercurrent shuttled through it. Looking at the torn sky, Yang Feng suddenly remembered the scene when he fell into the gully.

World upheaval! All of this is true...

Bang!

A huge strange bird and beast covered with scales and armor hit the metal net. A burst of blue light flashed. After the bird and beast stepped on the metal net angrily, the bird and beast screamed and spread its wings and flew away.

"Cucko Beast..."

Looking at the strange birds and beasts that were far away, Yang Feng was stunned.

Cucky Beast!

The middle-level guardian beast in the No. 16 copy platform.

With extremely hard scale protection, it is not afraid of ordinary swords. The eyes can emit hot rays and melt all substances except special metals. The favorite is to tear the prey with sharp claws and then swallow the heart of the prey. The Achilles' heel is located under the neck, and there is a soft scale armor. As long as it pierces the scale armor, it can hit the heart core of the Cuckus and completely kill it.

How did the monsters in the copy platform in the virtual world run into the real world? Is this really the real world?

Looking at the Cuckus beast that appeared, Yang Feng's mind was full of confusion. Then he pinched the palm of his right hand. A tingling pain poured into my head, and then a little red appeared on my fingers. Blood! It's real blood... Yang Feng can smell a faint smell of blood. This is the real world, not the virtual world... But why is there a monster on the copy platform in the virtual world? Just as Yang Feng was thinking, he suddenly remembered the mutant robot he saw when he fell into the ditch.

Is the change of the world related to the virtual world?

Library!

Yang Feng couldn't afford to pat the dust on his body and quickly ran to the library.

At this time, I am still in class, and there is no one in the library. Yang Feng took the library card and quickly walked into the library after getting the consent of the administrator. Looking at the dilapidated books in the library, Yang Feng was slightly anxiously looking for the books he needed. On the way to find it, Yang Feng was inattenible and immediately kicked an object. He stammered and rushed forward. He grabbed the bookshelf in a hurry and did not fall to the ground.

The body is too weak now.

Yang Feng sighed secretly, patted the dust on his body, glanced at what almost made him fall, and then found that it was a round metal object.

Huh?

Yang Feng leaned down and lifted the metal object.

The metal was covered with thick dust, and it was completely impossible to see what it was. Yang Feng patted off the dust on the surface of the metal. What I see in my eyes is a digital watch. No wonder I feel a little familiar. This kind of digital watch is a relatively old kind. However, the advantage of this digital watch is that even if there is no energy, it can continue to operate by absorbing external energy for at least 3,000 years.

Yang Feng touched the switch.

Ding!

A clock instrument formed by an aperture is presented on the metal plate. When he saw the numbers on the clock, Yang Feng was completely stunned. On January 3, the third day of the thirty-ninth century, the third year of the thirty-ninth century.

Thirty-nineth century...

That is to say, it has been 800 years since the 31st century?

Yang Feng clenched his fist. He couldn't believe it. Eight hundred years had passed. So, why does your own memory have no concept of time? Ancient times? Modern era? What era is this?