Chapter 1, After Reaching Maximum Level.

What?

"Are you cold?" the person asked.

He stood up subconsciously, and suddenly everything in front of him turned dark green. His head felt as if it were filled with lead, as if something was constantly rushing into it. This feeling is similar to that of a person with low blood sugar who has been squatting on the ground for too long and suddenly stands up. It made him feel a sense of detachment, and he couldn't distinguish reality in a daze.

He widened his eyes, hoping to see the appearance of the person in the dark clearly. However, for some unknown reason, his visual range and field of vision became unusually small, as if covered by a layer of mist. Through this "mist," he could barely make out the figure of the other person.

An urgent and continuous sound, getting closer and closer. Ye raised his head and looked, but because the field of vision was dim and hazy, he couldn't see clearly what was happening outside, but his hearing became exceptionally sharp.

Long hair, thin, not tall, carrying a long board-shaped object diagonally on the back, seems to be wearing ancient clothing. Judging from the voice, she should be a young girl.

He paused for a moment and casually pushed the pile of hay under the slanting, drooping door of the dilapidated temple. There, it would not be drenched by the rain. If they were not soaked by the rain, perhaps they still had hope of surviving.

Ye Fu still replied, "Uh..."

Then, Ye Fu heard the sound of footsteps circling towards his direction. The rhythm of the footsteps was low and brief. The other party was very cautious.

Why is it ancient costume? Did we travel back to ancient civilization?

Uh...

Fortunately, he is a relatively calm person, not panicking, and sat down next to the broken statue.

A "zi" sound interrupted Ye Fu's contemplation. Then, a bright orange light appeared with a slight warmth. It should be ignited.

Brushing off the dust, he sat on it with a slightly dejected look, pondering what had happened.

You are also hiding from the rain, I am too, haha. The other person's tone relaxed a bit, and their footsteps became lighter.

The thunder sounded hoarse and dull, and fell heavily from above the dark clouds.

I want to go back. This is Ye Fu's only thought. He has no intention of starting a new life, nor does he want to change anything.

An intense lightning flashed outside, followed by a deep rumble of thunder.

Step on it!

Memory flows, and he recalls the past events.

Ye Fu's vision is somewhat blurred now, with a slight sense of confusion, but he can still hear sounds.

The night rain is not heavy, it falls gently and continuously. Looking at the willow branches next to me, which are being swayed, green drops fall on top. Unable to resist, I can't help but wonder, how could the willow branches sprout in September?

Are all time-travel stories meant for those who are unfortunate, talented but unrecognized, or dissatisfied with their lives? My life is satisfactory, and I lack nothing. I am content with a plain and peaceful existence. Why should I be the one to time-travel? I am just an ordinary citizen approaching thirty...

Could it be true?

Who would run out in the middle of the night, in the rain, wearing slippers?

Wasn't I playing games just now? Did I fall asleep and dream?

Step! Step! Step--.

Looking towards the temple again. The dilapidated temple is in a thorough state of disrepair, with several crossbeams crooked and collapsed, and the statues and incense burners filled with damp ashes. The slanted cushions and censers look like discarded rubbish. Perhaps no one has been here for a long time, Ye Fu thought.

A thought after another, flashing in his mind.

The rain outside is getting heavier, and the wind is starting to pick up.

The atmosphere has become extremely awkward.

Hehe. The indifference of Ye Fu made the person awkwardly smile. She said with a sullen expression, "Sorry, I'm not very good at socializing."

The person said, "It's February now, the time for cold rain. You seem to be wearing only one piece of clothing. You must be very cold."

He stood still for a long time, feeling confused, not quite understanding the current situation. Even though the rain was not heavy, it still soaked him.

At first, I brewed a pot of chicken soup. Taking advantage of this time, I played a little cultivation game. Coincidentally, after completing the game at the maximum level, my chicken soup was almost ready. Then... what did I do next?

He also thought it was a faint caused by low blood sugar, but this feeling has been persisting and not disappearing like low blood sugar does after a few breaths.

At the moment he stepped into the dilapidated temple, a lightning bolt suddenly struck, dispersing countless raindrops in the air and illuminating the dark night. Ye Fu then saw a damp swallow's nest collapse from the decaying beam of the temple, falling to the ground and shattering into pieces, with mud, dry grass, and tree branches scattered all over the place. Several fledgling swallows were chirping anxiously among the scattered dry grass.

Then, I only heard the sound entering the temple.

After organizing his thoughts for a long time, Ye Fubu suddenly realized that it seemed like he had heard a muffled thunder the moment he stood up from in front of the computer. After that, this is what he saw.

Of course not!

Ye Fucai reacted and instinctively spoke Mandarin. As he was thinking about how to respond, his head sank, and he instinctively said, "Taking shelter from the rain." in the language of the people.

This is simply a farce !

I've been struck by lightning and died!

Continuing.

Clearly feeling the icy rainwater soaking into the pores, and the discomfort of slippers being wrapped in mud and sand. This feeling is too real, so real that it doesn't seem like a dream at all. And most importantly, he is now in the first person perspective. All of this makes him realize clearly that this is not a dream. As we all know, dreams are in the third person perspective.

The roof is full of cracks, and raindrops are falling down, wetting most of the inside. Ye Fu looked around and found a dry spot on the shelter behind the statue.

人的声音...?...不是普通话, 但是自己居然听得懂?

something happened. It's here! Ye Fushou clenched the half arm of the deity's statue, exerted force, and the clenched area directly shattered into pieces. He couldn't help but pause, is the quality of this deity's statue so poor? The sound of the shattered deity's arm echoed.

Ye Fu doesn't understand why he is here, and naturally he doesn't understand why he made such a strange move.

He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. In the chilly weather, the exhaled breath condensed into mist and quickly dissipated. A gust of wind blew, and the willow trees made a rustling sound. It was only then that he realized, he rolled up his sleeves and covered his forehead, and hurriedly ran towards the dilapidated mountain temple ahead.

A sound similar to footsteps stepping into a muddy swamp rang out.

Dreaming? Kidnapping? Pranks? The Truman Show? Typhoon? Earthquake? Doomsday? ... Alien abduction....

Avoid misunderstanding, Ye Fukan said, "Taking shelter from the rain."

Ye Fulu slightly frowned, but he did not relax. Now everything is unknown to him, and the information is seriously unequal. There can be no relaxation at all.

Having only watched some time-travel dramas reluctantly, he could only attribute his current situation to time-travel.

Um.

Ye Fuzhao is still in a state of trance, sitting on the base of the statue, appearing somewhat stiff.

Ye Fu seemed absent-minded and didn't hear clearly, so he responded perfunctorily, "Um..." This word, which doesn't have a definite meaning of affirmation or negation, is very suitable for this situation.

Ye Fuzhao looked at himself with difficulty, there was no trace of scorching, even the clothes and shoes were still the same as before. He found it difficult to accept his current situation. This is too inexplicable, too outrageous. Deep down, he adheres to a peaceful life, and it is difficult for him to take this farce seriously.

Who is it!

Treading footsteps, splashing mud, enveloping his untimely slippers. He is still wearing slippers now.