Chapter 1 Annan

[There is still 52:34:59 until the start of the internal test]

A line of light curtains quietly floated in front of Annan's eyes, and the characters burning with bright red flames danced like candlelight.

His body seemed to fall apart, and his spirit was also very tired. It's like the state of a person with severe motion sickness being tied to a chair, and then being driven by the car for two hours. Even lying on the beach, I feel the illusion of walking on the ground on my feet.

Annan didn't want to move, think or talk. He could only lie quietly on the beach, watching the last set of numbers keep beating, as if time was gradually running out...

Thirty-two minutes after he woke up—the clock had been on, after all—he finally felt a little thirsty.

Annan clutched the aching back of his head and slowly got up from the ground.

His occupation is the game planner of a popular mobile game. Yes, it is a profession where the risk factor for myself and my family is very high.

Just now, he was a cheap hand, and casually opened an app called "Mist Continent Internal Beta" that appeared on his phone at some point.

Directed at the name, he thought that this was probably not a "XX love elimination" or "God and Demon XX" type of cottage skin mobile game. Just opened it with professional eyes.

But the moment he opened it, he suddenly felt that the back of his head was slapped with a brick, and he passed out as soon as it got dark.

"What a novel way to travel..."

Annan sighed tiredly and couldn't help sitting on the ground coughing.

He slowed down for a while, and then barely supported his weak and weak body, which seemed to have been shaken to pieces, and slowly climbed up from the beach.

He looked down at his slender fingers and at his luxuriously styled, short-breasted blouse covered in mud and blood.

This looks like a nobleman's clothes... Was it shipwrecked?

Annan took a deep breath and looked back.

He clearly saw the endless black sea behind him, the dilapidated sailboat stranded on the shore, and the dark red sunset that had just risen by the sea, with three luxurious golden runes spinning in the halo.

Annan:  …

Although he was mentally prepared for the fact that he was afraid that he had crossed into another world, he was still shocked for a moment when he saw this gorgeous sunset that seemed to be a special effect without money for the first time.

His first reaction was a very clear idea:

- Miss Art, give us one too.

Then Annan realized that he didn't need to work overtime anymore... and after traveling to another world, he was afraid that he had already said goodbye to the profession of game planning.

I can only be sad as a young noble, eating, drinking and having fun every day, enjoying this decadent and boring life.

Really sad.

What is even more sad is that Annan did not inherit the memory of this body at all, and when he opened his eyes, he saw this scene of the shipwreck.

It's like a player who skipped all the opening CGs, but didn't usher in the guiding quest.

Weak, helpless, and confused-

who I am? am i there? What should I do?

Annan sighed and patted his face. Let yourself wake up a little bit.

He felt something vaguely wrong.

Although he is not a normal person. But why... when such a big event happened, I wasn't nervous at all?

There is neither fear nor panic, there is no negative emotion in his heart, and he is calm like a social animal living a peaceful life.

This is not like the psychological state that a social animal should have, nor is it the emotion that a traveler who is ignorant of the current situation will have. Not to mention, just by looking at the sun full of special effects, you know that the problem in this world is absolutely huge.

In this situation,

You should be nervous and flustered, that's normal—

"...Ugh."

The moment Annan realized this, he suddenly felt as if something had hit him hard on the back of his head. A flower suddenly flashed in front of me, and then a large amount of data flow began to flow out from all directions, and finally formed a property bar:

annan, human, male

Rare Elite (Gold), Challenge Level 3

name: none

Rank: none

Health: 55%

Erosion: 3%

Attributes: Strength 7, Agility 8, Constitution 6, Wisdom 11, Will 12

Public Experience: 20

Personal Trait: Heart of Winter [Reversed Inscription]

Job List——

Swordsman LV3: [Guardian Swordsmanship LV4], [Disarm LV1], [Frost Swordsmanship LV1]

This is... a system?

Annan was instantly refreshed.

That's right, a lot of it came from the mobile game point. Wouldn't it be rude to not post a game system?

Except that the rare elite (gold) looks a little disturbing...

Taking a quick glance, Annan immediately turned his attention to the "personal characteristics" column based on his professional intuition.

As expected, the other words disappeared immediately, and this line of words was enlarged to the center of the field of vision, and a large introduction appeared below.

Heart of Winter (Gold, Talent)

Original effect: You will not feel all positive emotions; the damage with the "Frost" element is permanently reduced by 50%; you can only be killed by the damage with the "Frost" element (the entire paragraph is crossed out)

Special: Equipped with [Reversed Inscription] (cannot be removed or destroyed)

Effect: You will not feel all negative emotions; the damage of the "Frost Chill" element emitted is permanently increased by 20%; you will not be killed by the damage with the "Frost Chill" element.

"……I see."

Annan was thoughtful.

This talent is probably the source of his calm and comfortable mood.

"Anyway, let's investigate first."

Annan took a deep breath and looked at the sailboat.

The sun is about to go down. There's not much time left for him to investigate... but at least he can spend the night on the boat.

His body now has only half blood left, and he still has obvious uncomfortable feeling. If I catch a cold at night, I am afraid that I will get sick and catch a cold.

And... since he is a swordsman, there should be at least a sword on this ship, right?

As long as there is a sword, he will be more confident in his heart.

I don't know what my body looks like...

He dragged his still somewhat tired body and walked slowly to the beach. When he walked to the front of the boat, he lowered his head and smoothly saw the appearance of his body from the uneasy black sea:

He looks like he is only twelve or thirteen years old, and his skin is quite fair, even almost morbidly pale. He has the thin shoulders, collarbone and slender waist that are typical of teenagers, and a head of black hair that reaches to the shoulders.

But what attracted Annan's attention the most was the pair of ice-blue pupils that were so clear and clean that they made one's heart feel cold.

... Surprised, I'm still quite cute.

"But no matter how cute it is, I'm still a little hungry..."

Annan smacked his mouth, but still stepped on the rope ladder with difficulty and climbed onto the boat.

He surveyed the deck carefully.

This is a small sailboat. In terms of sail configuration, it is somewhat similar to the Carrick sailing ship of the 15th century - it has multiple masts, the mainmast is hung with a large square sail, the fore and midmast are equipped with several sails, and the mizzen is hung with a delta sail.

But all of its sails are tattered and burnt by something, and it is completely unclear what the original pattern on it is.

But on the wooden deck, there was no scorch marks or bullet marks. None of the masts were broken either... that's not quite right.

Suddenly, Annan's pupils shrank slightly.

He saw a dead body.

It was a young man with tan curly hair. He slumped close to the rope ladder, staring straight ahead. In his right hand, he held a broken-edged sword tightly, two nails were torn apart and soaked in blood, but he did not let go of the sword until he died.

His chest was soaked with blood that had dried up and turned dark brown. However, the weapon that killed him could not be found around.

"It's not like a shipwreck."

Annan sneered.

In the face of such a dangerous matter, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly. Perhaps because of the characteristics of this body, he could not feel any panic or fear at all, only a strong sense of excitement gradually filled his heart.

There is no evidence that the man who killed the crew and burned the sails has left the ship. But I really have nowhere to go.

So, I need a weapon.

Even if it's just a broken sword——

Annan's mind became clearer and clearer.

He stretched out his hand without hesitation, trying to force the crew member's fingers apart. Although his body is very young, his strength seems to be quite large, so it is not difficult.

But when Annan touched the sword, he was stunned.

Because a line of data flow suddenly appeared before his eyes:

【Unpurified Nightmare Fragment Detected】

[Nightmare fragments are bound]

[Level requirements: below the black iron level]

【Professional Requirement: Swordsman】

[Special Requirement: Cannot hold spellcasting ability]

[The requirements are met, I will fall into a nightmare after ten seconds, ten, nine...]