water.
Endless water.
Water covered the body and filled the lungs. Death should have come early. But it was not accompanied by the fatal suffocation.
(I'm not dead yet...still alive)
(I...am soaking in the water?)
The perception is covered with coldness, and the changes in pressure are immediately reflected in the perception... The body is floating up, jumping up, reaching from low to high, reaching the surface from the inside.
(Am I floating? Why... Why am I floating? I'm not on the road...)
(So irritating……)
The speed of floating was getting faster and faster, and the feeling of weightlessness and stalling came at the same time. Complex noises gradually came to my ears, like the shouts of countless chasers, or like the roar of a moving train.
Cold, shaking...
The voice stabilized. At this moment, Jiang Yu knew that she was on a truck, truck, train... or some other high-speed ground transportation vehicle. He felt his limbs, felt his skin. I felt the touch of the wind and the beating of my heart.
(My eyelids are so heavy...I need to wake up...Where am I?)
"...You are the most qualified among the people this time." - There was a voice, distant and close, with the characteristic hoarseness of a weather-beaten adult man.
It feels a bit familiar.
"What is this place? Who are you, and why am I here?" - Another man's voice was strong, a little confused, and his tone was more polite, like a white-collar worker.
(white collar……?)
Breathing sound.
"If you think about it carefully, the Lord God should have implanted everything into your brain."
(Lord...God?)
Thought is a key, it opens a door. When thinking begins, a torrent of information bursts out simultaneously in the depths of cognition.
Infinite world, infinite war... In the cycle of life and death, small lives will be sublimated. Across the endless pain and war, even gods and devils will surrender...
Knowledge, words, records, images - a huge amount of data rolls back in the mind in an endless stream, and anyone who has a little dabble in psychology will know that this phenomenon is by no means a dream.
It's already certain, it's already proven. This world is the world of [Infinite Horror], and as an uninvited intruder, I am participating in the very beginning.
(what the hell?)
(It’s already 2202, why are you still doing this cliched classical time travel?)
(Am I a character written by someone else? Or is it some high-dimensional narrator who created a novel world line?)
Infinite, infinite horror world view is different. In the initial plot, the author set up two high-dimensional narrators, the positive one and the negative one, and all the changes and derivation in the infinite world - the platform of the main god space - are derived from these two high-dimensional narratives. Conflict game between players. Theoretically, any character who appears in this story cannot escape the control of these two high-dimensional narrators, just like a group of pathetic puppets, performing in a funny drama.
Of course, this is an early setting. And with the many additions added by the original author in the new work, the two high-dimensional narrators have become two fragments of the 'world'. The plot of "Infinite Horror" also disperses many "deflection states" similar to parallel world lines, and some of the villain characters are becoming more and more powerful, and the settings are becoming larger and larger. It’s also becoming more and more scattered.
Jiang Yu's heart was agitated. If he traveled to other places - even the more classical fighting spirit wind wolf plane - he would not have this feeling that he was a 'writer'. However, the problem is that there is such a thing in the infinite system, and it is arranged very casually!
(Damn it, if you put me in this damn place, you might as well let me go next door and be a 40k fart! At least the fart can still WA
GGGGGGH... Or is this some kind of prank show, because I usually watch too many unlimited fandoms? )
(I hope someone really did it this time... Hey, if there are really positives and negatives, wouldn't I just highlight one on the spot? With my IQ, there is no way I can be like those fans) The protagonist is also hiding the truth... Maybe in a while, I will be killed casually by the 'author'!)
(But I don’t want to fucking want to…don’t care! WAGGGGGH! It’s going to be cold anyway, so why not have some fucking fun first!)
The next moment, Jiang Yu suddenly opened her eyes. Like a person who had just woken up from a nightmare, he roared at the top of his lungs.
"Zhang, do you fucking know that your wife ran away with someone and someone is messing with you behind your back! If you don't believe me, you should just wait to explode on the spot!!!"
There was silence.
(So... so fucking exciting...)
Jiang Yu gasped for air and said 'Zhang' instead of 'Zhang Heng'. It was an idea at the last moment before he spoke. He saw everyone present looking at him in stunned silence, and about three to five meters away from him, a scarred man with a cigarette in his mouth and a muscular white-collar worker were particularly clear in his sight.
Outside the train, the underground tunnel passing by at high speed elongated into a continuous stream of light and shadow.
(Damn it, it’s really terrifying...)
(But it doesn’t matter. Anyway, my words have been released. If there are really pros and cons, then either kill me or save me. But no matter what, I can’t be a passerby anymore... ...but if not...who cares about the sleep talk a new person yells when he wakes up?)
(Fuck! Did I fucking forget that Zhang Jie also has the surname Zhang...)
I just had this idea in my head.
The next moment, my forehead and body felt cold together.
gun.
Cold gun.
The cold desert eagle's gun was pressed against Jiang Yu's head.
"I can see that you had a bad day before coming here." Zhang Jie suddenly pulled him closer, holding Jiang Yu's collar with one hand and dragging him from a semi-sitting position to a standing position.
"But everyone who can come here is like this." Zhang Jie turned around and put the Desert Eagle he took out of his clothes back into his belt.
"Even if you are dreaming, you have to watch your mouth and hands. If you want to survive here, this is advice."
"Finally, my name is Zhang Jie. Next time you say 'fuck', don't look at me."
Jiang Yu stood there stiffly, motionless. He was happy, but for a moment, he really thought Zhang Jie would pull the trigger.
(He...fuck. I, am I being treated as someone to establish my authority?)
Behind him, the newcomers who had just woken up were silent. The little fat man who should have enjoyed the same treatment is now as quiet as a well-behaved quail.
A generous hand suddenly touched his shoulder.
"Hey, man. I'm back to life." The sturdy white-collar young man put his arm around Jiang Yu's shoulders with a smile, and a cigarette he took out from nowhere appeared in the young man's hand. "Would you like one to relax?"
(I, I almost almost——)
"I haven't graduated from college..." The body subconsciously made a refusal. Jiang Yu is undoubtedly a good student. He doesn't rely on anything like smoking or drinking.
When the young man saw that he didn't want to smoke, he didn't continue to persuade him. Instead, he lit a cigarette on his own, took a heavy drag, blew it out next to no one, and then extinguished it.
"Ha, university. The days we miss... It's our bad luck to be brought to this place. My name is Zheng Zha, and I have been in class for several years. Brother, what do you call me?"
"Ginger jade. Ginger for ginger, jade for jade."
"Jiang Yu, what a good name. That big brother just now probably meant no harm. Did you notice that we made so much noise here and those foreigners didn't even look at us?"
Jiang Yu knew what he was referring to - it was the blocking effect of the main god's shield. Before the shield fails, no movement here will be communicated to the outside world.
(Main God's shield...)
Jiang Yu calmed down. He nodded to Zheng Zha and raised his hands to show that he was fine. The next moment, he easily broke away from Zheng Zha's hand and walked towards the Umbrella mercenaries who were sorting their guns.
(I am alive and have not been silenced, and no one is interested in the 'person named Zhang' I mentioned. It seems that either the positive and negative people do not exist, or... I still have a period of observation.)
(And... Phew, it was really exciting just now. But if I do it again, I will definitely not be weak again.)
Jiang Yu thought that he felt that his idea might be a bit dangerous. But he found that he was not opposed to it, but rather looked forward to this situation.
Should it be said that he has a brain disease or is he depressed? Jiang Yu feels that he should be depressed. After all, he is a serious college student who usually does not engage in blackmail, pick up girls, or go to the library but reads novels every day. In his heart, he must choose between being boring and being cool. And he chose the former, so he was boring.
and……
(I know too much...even if there is no such thing as a positive person or a negative person. There are too many things in this main god's space that can kill me randomly. It's nonsense to be cautious and clinging to life. It's nonsense to compete with Mr. Zheng for the captain. Seizing power and so on must be classified as overestimating one's capabilities. And when Mr. Chu comes... I feel that I will either be fooled, or I will suddenly become cannon fodder one day.)
(I can’t help it, I still have some self-awareness among ordinary people.)
(so……)
Jiang Yu walked up to the mercenary captain, and he was already close enough.
(Before you die, try something new. Isn’t it better than leaving the game sadly when there is no way out?)
He raised his hand and poked the mercenary captain's nose.
The next moment, Jiang Yu's finger froze in the air as if it had been poked into a ball of jelly. Taking the contact point of the finger as the axis, a golden wave circled around the main god's light shield.
"The energy shield is amazing." Jiang Yu smacked her lips in admiration.
And this undoubted evidence amazed other newcomers.
It saved Zhang Jie a lot of time - he glanced at Jiang Yu and snorted softly. I don't know whether to express boredom or appreciation.
