"Going home... it's really good...
Ring—school bell rang.
I saw classmates rushing into the classroom, everyone holding their admission tickets. I sat alone in my seat, feeling nervous, exams.
"Brush, brush." The teacher handed out the test papers, and I picked up the pen and started writing.
Question One: How do you feel when you time travel?
What is this question? Damn, there are options below.
A. Fuck, B. Shit, C. WC! D. MD
"... Can someone tell me who made this paper? Is this a swearing proficiency test?"
Look again, there's a second question!
Question Two: When encountering bandits, where is the most efficient and effective place to kick?
A. Face, B. Stomach, C. Groin, D. Legs.
Question Three: Do you think you are dead now?
I was stunned, a buzzing sound suddenly came to my ears: Buzz—
The long buzzing made it impossible for me to see the test paper below. I looked around; the world started to shake. The teacher and classmates were smiling at me strangely. Their smiles were eerie and terrifying, sending shivers down my spine.
"You're dead—you're dead—you're dead—you're dead—" They chanted mechanically in unison.
Panicking, I stood up, bumped into the chair behind me, making a loud impact sound. I shouted at them, "I'm not dead! I'm not! I will survive! I will survive!"
"Hehe..." Suddenly, a laughter echoed, and the surroundings became silent. The teacher and classmates stopped making noise, standing or sitting in place with blank expressions.
"Hehe... wife..."
Wife?What wife?
"Hehe... wife..."
"Drip."Something fell on my face, sticky and slippery, so disgusting! It also had a bit of a foul smell. What the heck is this? I looked up, whoa! It startled me; there was a blurry face above, quite big!
"Drip." Another big water droplet was about to hit me.
I slowly woke up; a drop of water landed on my face, hot and with a strange smell. In front of me were those amber-colored eyes. At this moment, those joyful eyes were focused on my face.
"Hehe, wife, you're awake."
Because I had just woken up and my head was a bit dizzy, my vision gradually cleared. I saw a face with a silly grin. He grinned and said, "Wife, you're so cute, hehe."I instantly woke up, too rushed to see his face clearly. I grabbed his collar and forcefully pulled him down. Following that, I bumped into his forehead: "Ah!" He groaned in pain, and I raised my foot to kick him in the stomach.
"Ah!" Another painful cry from him, "thud," he fell off the bed. I flipped down and straddled him, seeing a knife by his side. I pulled it out and pressed it against his neck: "Don't touch me!"
I was stunned. I had strength now!
"Ah—pain, pain—" he covered his forehead, looking frustrated, "Why are you like my mom?"
The entire room was dim, with only a swaying lamp on the ceiling, illuminating this small room with simple furnishings. There was almost no furniture in the room, just a bed, an iron table near the door, and a peeling wooden stool. The walls were adorned with a row of wooden bars, used as makeshift hangers for clothes.
The surrounding walls didn't resemble our usual cement walls; they were more like stainless steel. The room was small, reminiscent of a cabin on a cruise ship or a tiny dormitory in some base.
"Ah!" Another exclaimed voice, the Desmond .Griffin's voice. I immediately pressed the knife against the guy's neck, nervously looking ahead. Every nerve in my body was on edge; any slight movement could trigger my sensitive nerves.
"Calm down! Stay calm!" The Desmond .Griffin was a Westerner, with deep eye sockets, a high nose, and fair skin. Despite having some stubble, it brought out the mature taste of a man and a wildness characteristic of a real man, just like the charming but deep character from American espionage films.
He reached forward with one hand, holding a plate with strange dark things resembling steamed buns. Although he seemed tense, his eyes revealed a calm demeanor. He carried the qualities of a soldier; I could feel he was a warrior because warriors possess a unique aura.
Behind him... was a door! At this moment, that door was open!
"Don't come closer!" I shouted. If the Desmond .Griffin was a soldier, he must be skilled. I couldn't be careless; I needed this hostage beneath me.
The Desmond .Griffin nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay." Then he looked at the guy beneath me, "Son, are you okay?""I'm fine, Desmond ." The guy beneath me actually had the leisure to greet his father! He seemed calm and composed, showing no signs of panic.
So they were father and son; now I needed him even more! Right, I remembered the Desmond .Griffin calling this guy Emery Griffin.
I grabbed Emery Griffin's collar, and when I tried to stand up, my injured leg was still a bit weak. I stumbled a bit, and Emery Griffin immediately said, "Be careful of your injuries!"
"Move!" I pushed him forward, the knife still pressed against his neck. Right now, everyone pretending to care about me was fake!
He raised his hands, looking sad as he glanced at the motionless Desmond .Griffin on the side, "Dad, my wife is going to be seen by everyone..."
Even his dad joined in, raising his eyebrows and expressing frustration, "Why are you so unreliable!"
"Hurry up!" Their playful interactions were too dangerous!
I kept a close eye on the Desmond .Griffin, using the knife to force Emery Griffin to lead me out of the room, out through that small but hopeful door. But when I stepped out of that small door, my brain buzzed into an even greater shock.
A whole underground city came into view!
Rows of dilapidated houses were built against the cliff, layer by layer going up. Each layer had narrow steel walkways with railings, similar to the one outside this door.
No sunlight was visible above; it seemed a massive steel plate covered the entire underground city, hiding it from view. Neatly arranged light tubes were spaced at intervals on the ceiling, dimly illuminating this rundown underground city. Faintly, there seemed to be cable cars above, likely used for transportation.
The ground floor where I stood was a large square. On one side of the square, there was a trench, faintly discernible as a water channel under the weak light. On the other side of the square, two massive warships were stranded. People were walking on the warships, not looking like soldiers, and the deck even had clean clothes like underwear hanging.
Where had I ended up?
The man-eating Corrupt Ghost Tribe.
Various abilities users.
Hovering motorcycles.
The cold and ruthless Silvermoon City hanging high in the sky, like the moon.
And now... it was an underground city like this!
The underground city was vast, beyond my immediate view. Roads extended and turned at the ends on both sides, likely leading to other areas. This underground city was far more extensive than what I saw in front of me.