He has never had anything to do with so-called luck. No matter before or now, the word unlucky seems to have accompanied him throughout his life, and even extended to his next life in another world.
And it was the misfortunes that befell his life that led to his tragic life.
He experienced a total of three car accidents in his life. One caused him to lose his parents, another caused him to lose his sister, and the last time destroyed his own life.
He doesn't know why misfortunes happen to him so often.
Perhaps there was a certain destiny, but Plisson did not disappear after being injured by a car. Instead, he came to this fantasy world and spent a full 23 years here.
It's a pity that his misfortune did not disappear, but followed him all the time.
Just like in his previous life, he lost his relatives and suffered unimaginable pain. He rarely gained a foothold on the border of the empire, but lost everything he had in the past.
He is really a pure unlucky guy.
...
"ah!"
When Pleasant opened his eyes, what he saw was not the gloomy stormy sky and the rocking boat, but a small room belonging to another world.
He seemed to have returned to the world he was familiar with, the real and beautiful world, the "home" he had always wanted to go back to.
What was placed in front of him was not an old paddle and an enchanted sword, but an open laptop and uneaten healthy food next to it. The documents on the computer screen were still blank.
The thoughts in Pleasant's mind seemed to have not returned to reality from that fantasy world. He almost subconsciously held the mouse and briefly operated the computer, but the screen seemed to be fixed on the blank document. No matter how he moved the mouse, nothing else appeared on the screen.
"I...are I back?"
Pleasant seemed to realize where he was at this moment. This was a place he was very familiar with. This was his home on earth, the place where he had lived for more than ten years.
But at this moment, a childish female voice on the bed behind him completely broke down all the defenses in Plisson's heart, making him truly realize that he was not dreaming.
"Brother, what is your weird name? You scared me."
"Xiao Xi..." Pleasant turned around and saw the familiar face. Without any hesitation, he rushed forward and hugged the girl sitting on the bedside, and spoke to the other person in an almost trembling voice. name.
"Brother, it's time for you to shave." Wang Xi looked at Plisson, who was hugging her tightly, with disgust, and forcefully pushed him away from her. "It's time to cut your hair. I guess it will be better in two days." Months, your hair should be longer than mine.
Plissen looked at Wang Xi's face, and crystal tears flashed from the corners of his eyes, "Xiao Xi, can you tell me...what year is it now?"
"2020, brother, are you stupid?"
"2020...."
Pleasant felt like he had been hit head-on with a stick, and the happiness and joy that had just risen in his heart disappeared in an instant.
"You are her. Your appearance and voice are the same as hers. You are her in my memory, but you are not the real her."
"Brother, what are you talking about? Why are you talking now as strangely as a philosopher writing prose?"
Plissen let go of Wang Xi's hand as if he had lost his soul, but still murmured to himself: "You are like her, even the tone of voice is so similar, but... this is not true. "
"I lived until 2023, but her time was stopped in 2019 forever..."
He remembered, he clearly remembered that his sister, who was also his only relative... died in a car accident on November 28, 2019, due to ineffective rescue efforts, and he himself also died in an accidental car accident a few years later. Reincarnated into a baby in another world.
These were real memories, every important detail engraved in his mind, although...he wished they were all a dream.
"Brother? What's wrong with you?" Wang Xi saw that his brother's face suddenly turned extremely pale. He couldn't care less about talking for a while and asked him with worry on his face.
"I...I'm fine." Pleasant walked to the door tremblingly. Although he hoped that the scene in front of him was real, he believed it more than the memory illusion in front of him that was most likely to be false. Those things that really happened in my mind, those things and memories that I really experienced.
He felt that he was probably in a false illusion woven by the memories in his mind, an illusion woven by the basic memories that were deeply impressed in his heart.
A very simple reason is that the simulation environment compiled by basic memory cannot reflect more complex programs. The document displayed on his laptop always stays in the basic screen, and the mouse cannot slide down or exit the web page.
The reason why the Wang Xi in front of her is so real is because the impression she has on her is too deep in Plissen's memory. Her character, image and even her words are almost perfectly preserved in Plissen's memory. .
Because she is his relative, his only relative.
"Xiao Xi..."
Pleasant looked at the young girl's face. How he wished he was in reality now, but hope was different from reality after all.
After Pleasant said these words, the small room suddenly fell apart and turned into countless pale fragments. Wang Xi, who was sitting on the bedside, completely disappeared from Pleasant's eyes along with various items in the room.
"Bah!"
With a sound like breaking glass, the surrounding pale space began to gradually transform into a simple and grand gray palace. The huge stone pillars and scenes full of classical atmosphere were very beautiful, just like the palace where the gods lived.
At some point an extremely long table appeared in front of Plisson, and at some point he sat on the only chair at the bottom of the table.
There are many vacant chairs neatly placed on both sides of the long table, as if there are still many guests who have not yet arrived. At the top of the long table is a luxurious seat like a throne, and on that seat, Sitting there was a vague figure whose whole body was shrouded in pure darkness.
The figure wore a pitch-black hood, but what was revealed under the hood was not a human face, but a chaos and darkness that could not be described in words.
"You left the illusion much faster than I thought."
The vague figure shrouded in darkness stood at the top of the long table, looking straight at Pleasant who was not too far away from him. The voice coming from under the hood was dull and emotionless.
"Where am I now? Who are you?"
The changes in the scene in front of him completely confused Pleasant. He seemed to be confused as to why he, who had just been involved in the storm at sea, fell into an illusion and why he was here.
"First question, you are now in a spiritual plane where the astral world and the spiritual world are intertwined, but your body is still in the main material plane. You were guided here by me as a spiritual body. . In this state, your body will not be harmed in any real way, so you can rest assured."
"Second question, I am a witness of the ancient times, a pile of dust forgotten by the times, nothing more. You can call me... Mr. Yao."
