Pleasant opened his only remaining right eye, and what he saw was a vast void, deep but extremely empty.
"Where...is this?"
Pleasant was floating in the void, his mind was tingling and his consciousness was dazed. He only remembered that he touched the strange dice that suddenly appeared after the rock crab exploded, and then his vision went dark. What happened next? Don't know at all.
Pleasant looked at the vast void around him. The extremely wide field of vision and empty scenes made him feel a bit of unknown fear.
This fear caused by the unknown is far stronger than the fear caused by monsters or disasters.
"Where is this place?" Plisson shouted into the vast void, but unfortunately he did not receive any effective response.
Plissen moved his limbs, trying to move in the vast void.
But no matter how he shook his head and waved his hands, he still maintained a floating posture, staying at the current position, making it difficult to move in a certain direction.
Damn it, I must have been caught in some weird space cage.
Looking at the boundless void around him, Plissen's mood hit rock bottom.
His current condition is not good. He is bleeding profusely in his abdomen and several of his ribs were broken by the rock crab's giant claws. Although the physique and self-healing ability of the high-level knight are far superior to ordinary people, he can do so without any food supplies and healing measures. Under such circumstances, if the injury was allowed to spread, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
Two days? Three days?
Pleasant didn't know how long he, who had always been relatively tough, could sustain himself in this unknown space.
Although he was very resistant to hunger after suffering so much, he did not dare to say how long he could live with this kind of injury. If his abdomen continued to bleed, he might die in a few hours. .
Pleasant covered the wound on his abdomen with his hand, and the bursts of stinging pain made his expression slightly distorted.
"Hello! Soul from a foreign land."
Suddenly a mechanical sound came from the void. This sound immediately cheered up Plisson, who was in despair. Not only because this sound may be his only possibility of rescue in this boundless void, but also because this sound The language used by the voice was special, and it actually came from another world.
English! Although I didn’t quite understand the latter sentence, I definitely understood the Hello Pleasant in front of it.
This familiar voice was a life-saving straw for the trapped Pleasant. Pleasant racked his brains to recall the few words in his memory. He simply pieced them together to form a particularly awkward sentence. if.
"...Hello...where are you? Who are you? Can you save me...uh...I'm about to die." Plisson used a pieced together English gave a simple reply.
"Don't be nervous or afraid. Please wait with peace of mind. You and I are the same kind. This is a gift I give to my fellow countrymen. It is a button that connects the world. It is the most perfect creation in this world." That mechanical voice The voice came again.
Pleasant looked around, but the void around him was still deep and empty, and the gift mentioned by the mechanical voice did not appear.
He really hoped that the gift mentioned by this mechanical voice could be a bottle of holy water made by the priest of the Church of the Sun or the secret healing medicine prepared by the pharmacist of the Alchemy Society. Even if it didn't work, it would be good to give him a roll of gauze, at least I can bandage his wounds.
His thin and torn white shirt was almost stained red.
"I hope you can sincerely praise me and give me your most sincere gratitude, because you who are about to accept this gift will be the future savior of the world and the luckiest person in this world." The mechanical sound came again.
Plisson snorted feebly, "The luckiest lucky guy?" He felt like the most unlucky guy.
"Now please wait patiently, the crown of supreme will be placed on you soon, thank me for the gift I brought you."
Listening to the mechanical voice, Pleasant shook his head helplessly. He almost figured out that this voice should have been reserved in advance, and his appeal and reply would most likely not be responded to.
"Finally, I hope you can remember the name of the giver of this gift, which is me." The mechanical voice paused, and then solemnly read out a name: "Wang Bin!"
Your fucking name is Chinese, so you speak Hammer English. You are here to report your listening skills. It took me a long time to understand the general meaning.
After Pleasant heard the name Wang Bin, he was stunned, and it took a while before he came back to his senses.
And at this moment, the mechanical voice in the void came out again: "Hello, fellow countryman."
This time, the voice from the void was in Chinese, and its language was more cordial, but what it said was probably just a down-to-earth translation of the above-mentioned English content into Chinese.
After the last solemn Wang Bin recited, Pleasant thought that everything was over. Someone should come to pick him up from this boundless void. After all, if he delayed it any longer, he might really I can't catch my breath and just hang here like this.
But contrary to expectations, a mechanical sound came from the void again, and this time the sound made Pleasant collapse even more.
There is no other reason. This time what came from the void was Russian.
.......
"Wang Bin!"
The long listening session in Russian ended with a solemn sentence in Chinese, and Plisson's waist was in pain so much that he almost lost consciousness.
Sure enough, the voice in the void came again after a short while, this time in French.
.........
"Wang Bin!"
The long listening session in French ended in the same way, and Plisson's lower body was so painful that he could no longer feel it.
...........
German, Italian, Japanese, Polish, Spanish, and the following 27 languages that Pleasant could not distinguish at all were all broadcast in a loop in Pleasant's ears through void listening.
Including the languages mentioned above, he has heard the name "Wang Bin" 36 times.
Although his consciousness became increasingly blurred and the empty scenes around him became more unreal, he could still hear the name pronounced in a familiar language very clearly.
Before he completely fell into coma, he saw a vague figure walking towards him from the void. He didn't know whether it was an illusion caused by the pain or what he really saw.
But the sound he heard in his ears was still clear.
This time, it is the language of this world, the lingua franca of all continents, and the language that Pleasant has learned since he was a child in this world.
"Hey, are you okay? Hey!"
Those were the last words Plisson heard before he fell into coma.
