[Notice: Only the protagonist, the only representative of the human race, can enter the human two-dimensional world dungeon!] As for the representatives of other races, such as the Tauren Race and the Elf Race, they could only enter the fantasy world dungeon of their own race. Above.
In November 20XX, a little past three o'clock in the middle of the night, in the forest at the foot of Mount Fuji on Japan's Honshu Island.
The man, who was dressed in night clothes, gradually lost the ability to move due to excessive blood loss. After clenching his teeth and taking a few more steps, he realized that he had reached his limit. In the end, the man had no choice but to lean against a tree and spend the last moments of his life.
He had been shot in the shoulder, abdomen, and calf. It was his limit to be able to escape from a heavily guarded experimental base to a forest four to five kilometers away.
Vaguely, he heard the low barks of the military dogs and the sound of dense footsteps gradually surrounding them. He knew that the final moment had arrived.
Even so, other than some regret on his face, there was no fear. Instead, there was a hint of relief in his eyes.
It had been nine years.
Once, when he was twenty years old and in his prime, he came to this country. This was a mission requirement, and more importantly, all of this was for the glory of his country.
On the surface, he was just an ordinary storyboard artist, working hard in the workplace, but in secret, he was living a bloody life, especially in the past two years. As the diplomatic conflict between the two countries grew bigger and bigger, the danger associated with his actions became more and more serious. He had escaped death several times.
However, he never complained.
That's right, because everything was for the motherland.
In the past nine years, he had been standing under the sun but living in the dark. In fact, he was already mentally and physically tired.
His name was Ling Chen. This was his code name. However, since he didn't have a name, he had treated this code name as his real name.
Ling Chen was almost thirty years old. He had no family or friends. Those companions who came out at the same time had already passed away forever in the past. The only things left were more than ten cenotaph tombs and nameless tombstones.
And now, it was obvious that it was his turn.
Just as his consciousness started to blur, Ling Chen suddenly recalled something and giggled. However, this caused his wound to be torn, causing him to grimace in pain.
Taking in a deep breath, Ling Chen, whose consciousness was gradually fading, raised her head with difficulty. Through the sparse leaves, she looked up at the dark sky, as though this was the last time she was looking up at the vast starry sky.
Unfortunately, the moon was dark and the wind was strong. The sky was pitch-black and nothing could be seen.
Although it was a pity, Ling Chen did not take it to heart and started humming a tune.
This was a song composed by a companion who had left earlier. The name of the song was very ominous. It was called the Funeral March.
No one knew the real name of that companion. Perhaps, those who entered this line of work had long lost their names. Even if they did, it was just a temporary name required by the mission. Just like him, he only had the code name 'Midnight'.
That guy's code name was very interesting. He was called 'Bald Donkey'. Perhaps it was because of this code name that that guy became a Mediterranean before he reached 30 years old.
The bald monk was a genius composer and a versatile musician on the surface. Unfortunately, he had unfortunately been glorified in a mission half a year ago.
The bald monk was very lucky. His corpse was snatched back by his companion in one piece. He was probably the only person in his cohort who did not need to erect a cenotaph.
It was really enviable.
He remembered that the bald monk had said that if an accident happened, he would hum this 'funeral march' and die for the motherland.
Ling Chen didn't know if the bald monk was still humming this song at the last moment, but he was humming it in a carefree manner.
Unfortunately, the pain in his body and his consciousness gradually blurred, causing the tune to go out of tune.
Using the last of her strength, Ling Chen who was humming a little tune took out all the plastic bombs from her waist pouch with great difficulty. After weighing the amount, Ling Chen smiled because the remaining amount was enough to destroy his corpse.
Very good. As a practitioner of this industry, even if he died, he could not bring any trouble to his mother country.
This was common sense, and it was also the conviction and determination of their profession.
As the footsteps and barking got closer and closer, Ling Chen didn't panic at all. She hummed a strange tune as she carefully arranged her 'funeral'.
When all the plastic explosives were placed in the lead wire and the activation button was firmly held in his right palm, the light of the pursuers 'tactical spotlights was getting closer and closer. He could even vaguely hear the voices of the pursuers.
It's over. I really hope I can do it all over again…
If he could do it all over again, he would definitely not join that training camp. He would leave these things to the other patriots. This kind of life where he could only live in the dark was too tiring.
" Target discovered!!"
"The target has lost too much blood and seems to be unconscious! Confirm that there are no firearms in your hands!"
"The higher-ups want to capture him alive! Surround them and get the tranquilizer guns ready! We can't let this spy commit suicide!"
"Move out! Move out!"
Are they surrounding us?
Ling Chen, who was already in a daze, could barely sense that the pursuers had entered the range of his funeral. Using her last bit of strength, Ling Chen revealed a crazy smile as she hummed the 'funeral march' that was out of tune. Without hesitation, she pressed the detonation button.
Instructor, bald monk, everyone…Ling Chen is here…
Boom!
With a loud bang, the magnificent funeral that was formed by more than ten lives ended just like that under the screams and curses…
……
Didn't I die?
In the azure blue sky, the white clouds were sparse and a cool breeze would occasionally sweep past. However, it didn't bring a chill, but a sense of coolness and comfort. The shadows of the trees, the occasional chirping of birds, and the soft purring of cats, coupled with the faint fragrance of the lush flowers and plants on the ground, stunned Ling Chen who had just opened her eyes.
This was…
She struggled to get up from the grass and looked around, only to discover that she was on a small hill with dense greenery.
Looking around, he saw modern skyscrapers in the distance and the occasional sounds of young people playing. It was obvious that this was no longer the forest under Mount Fuji in the middle of winter.
What was going on…
"Meow ~"
Just as Ling Chen was lost in her thoughts, she heard a meow coming from her footsteps.
A cat?
He looked down and saw a kitten with black fur that was only a few months old. The kitten seemed to be very close to him, and it even rubbed his ankle gently.
When she was looking at the cat in the wee hours of the morning, she also noticed that something was wrong with his attire. This kind of attire…was it the uniform of a middle school student in China?
The shocked Ling Chen opened her mouth slightly, but she quickly felt an itch on her left forehead. She reached out to touch it, and the pain made her frown.
His head was split open?
Looking at the blood dripping down from her left forehead, Ling Chen was even more confused.
It was impossible for that amount of explosives to only cause superficial damage to his forehead and a mild concussion. Moreover, his clothes were not the night clothes he was wearing before he died. What was going on…
"Hiss!"
All of a sudden, she felt a sharp pain in her head, causing Ling Chen to fall to her knees. After which, unfamiliar images kept appearing in her mind like a slidescreen. The images kept appearing faster and faster until Ling Chen felt like her head was about to explode.
Luckily, the pain didn't last for long and passed quickly. He had no choice but to lie down on the grass, panting heavily. As the pain subsided, his ability to think gradually returned and Ling Chen's expression changed.
Stunned, incredulous, incredulous, and finally, ecstatic!
This was…rebirth. No, these images were memories. These memories were definitely not his. Then…was his soul transmigrated?!
Amidst his wild joy, Ling Chen immediately sat up and checked his body. He discovered that this body was too thin and weak. Just like what he had thought, this body definitely didn't belong to him!
His soul was gone…
His soul really passed through?
As a pure citizen of China, although he had moved to Country R at the age of 20, he had read a lot of online novels about rebirth and soul transmigration as a pastime before that. Therefore, the current situation did not seem so difficult for him to understand and accept.
He, who had long been tired of that kind of life, was gradually unable to contain his joy at this miracle-like encounter.
Was this considered a blessing from the heavens?
"Ha…haha, hahaha…"
Very quickly, Ling Chen couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle. In the end, she even burst out laughing.
After a short while, Ling Chen gradually calmed down. After sorting out her emotions, she habitually started to familiarize herself with the terrain…
"Ah Xiao! Are you alright?"
Suddenly, she heard a cry coming from afar. Ling Chen became vigilant and looked towards the source of the sound.
It was a cute little girl who was wearing a light blue uniform from China. She had a ponytail and her eyes were bright. She was about 1.5 meters tall and ran towards him with a happy expression.
Behind the little girl was a middle-aged woman in a white coat with a first aid kit hanging on her shoulder.
As the two of them approached each other and saw each other's appearance, some memories appeared in Ling Chen's mind. In just an instant, Ling Chen managed to identify the other party from those memories.
The cute little girl's name was Ziche Lan. Her surname was Ziche, and her given name was Lan. It was a very rare surname. This surname originated from the Eastern Zhou State of Qin, and it was rare to see descendants of the Ziche clan in the modern era. It was considered an extremely rare 'small surname'.
The lady in the white gown was the school doctor of Nancheng First High School. Her surname was Mo, but her name was not clear. However, everyone called her Aunt Mo or Doctor Mo. She was very friendly. The students liked to chat with Doctor Mo, especially the female students.
Ling Chen could be considered to have roughly understood her identity through these memories.
Basically, for some reason, his soul did not die in the explosion, and then he inexplicably entered this body, replacing this youth called 'Xiao' to survive.
Xiao, whose surname was Nangong, was 17 this year. He was studying in Class One, Grade Two, Nancheng No.1 Middle School, Province G. His father died early and his mother, Qin Feixue, who inherited a large amount of inheritance, lived with Nangong Xiao and his 14-year-old sister, Nangong Yue, in a high-class residential area in the downtown area of City Z.
Although he lost his father in his early years, the original owner of this body was considered lucky. At least, he was much better than him, who had been an orphan since birth.
At the same time, he also confirmed the time in those memories. Surprisingly, it was the beginning of May 20XX, a Friday morning. Why was it unexpected? The reason was simple. This wasn't a time travel to the past, but to the future. It was about a year after Ling Chen's death.
Ling Chen's current location was in the southern district of City Z in the southeastern coastal region of China. She was in a small fruit forest in the northern garden of Nancheng No.1 Middle School.
As for the wound on her head, Ling Chen managed to find the cause from her fragmented memories.
The wound on his forehead wasn't man-made. It was the result of his ex, who had been weak since young. During class, he and his good friend Zichelan came to feed the cats and found that the kitten had somehow climbed up the big tree beside him and couldn't come down. In the end, he couldn't bear to see Ziju Lan's anxious look, so he forced himself to climb a tree to save the kitten. In the end, he lost his footing and fell down. He happened to hit a stone in the grass, and then the ex went straight to the old horse.
At least that was what Ling Chen thought. Otherwise, his soul would not have been able to occupy this body so easily.
After all, there were descriptions of possession in novels.
Just as Ling Chen was sorting out the memories of this body, Ziju Lan and Doctor Mo arrived.
Ziju Lan, on the other hand, stepped forward with a face full of regret and lingering fear." Ah Xiao, you're finally awake. It's good that you're awake…It's all my fault. I'm sorry. If it wasn't for the fact that I didn't stop you…"
As she spoke, her eyes began to tear up. It seemed that if she ignored him like this, this little girl would still cry.
Even though he was stunned for a moment, as an outstanding agent, Ling Chen would be able to make the most appropriate response no matter the situation. Hence, he tried his best to imitate Nangong Xiao's tone and behavior. "Ah…it's nothing. It's just a scratch. It's no big deal. Haha…"
Based on the fragmented memories left in her mind, Ling Chen knew that this young man named Nangong Xiao was a shy and stubborn child. Although she felt sorry for this little fellow, Ling Chen was very open-minded. Since things had already come to this, Ling Chen would do her best to live on in Nangong Xiao's place.
Ziju Lan wiped away the tears on her face and said with lingering fear," What do you mean I'm fine?! You fainted just now. No matter how I called you, you couldn't wake me up. You almost scared me to death…"
The little girl's concern made Ling Chen feel a little uncomfortable. Although she knew that this concern did not belong to him, he still felt a little strange.
No wonder that already glorious little fellow would let his imagination run wild. This little girl called Zi Che Lan was indeed very pretty, and this kind of care was also very easy to let one have wild imaginations…
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