"On September 1, 2019, I remember that the sun in Anshi was so bright it was hard to open one's eyes."
"Wait, wait." The young woman raised her hand expressionlessly to stop him. "Although you're talking about those dates with a look of nostalgia for the distant past, today is only September 2."
The middle-aged man with a stubbled face and melancholy eyes said solemnly, "For you, it was just yesterday, but for me, it has already been three hundred years."
The woman took a deep breath, veins popping out on her forehead and neck. She clenched her teeth and fists, as if trying her best to control her anger. "Okay... So, from yesterday to today is equal to three hundred years for you. So what?"
The melancholy bearded man suddenly became excited. "So, sister, I am your brother Yang Qiu! That afternoon, you sent me to buy groceries and took my computer to play games. I got angry and went straight to the internet cafe. As a result, when I went home after playing until midnight, I was suddenly transported to a particularly dark and terrible magical world for three hundred years! I finally returned with great difficulty..."
"Get out—!!"
With two consecutive "bangs" and "clangs," the main door and security door of Room 3-2 were slammed shut, leaving only the melancholy bearded man, Yang Qiu, standing alone in the corridor.
"Listen to my explanation, sister. I am really Yang Qiu!" Yang Qiu knocked on the door again. "Your name is Yang Ying, and our mother's name is Ni Keping. It's been three hundred years, but I still remember you clearly—!"
There was no sound from inside the door, but the door of Room 3-1 next door opened, and an old lady, looking quite strange but vaguely familiar, stared blankly at the bearded man in the corridor.
The aunt slowly closed the door.
The door was locked, and Yang Qiu heard the nervous voice of an old lady from inside the door. "Old man, what's the phone number of Qingshan Mental Hospital? There's a madman from the Yang family next door..."
Yang Qiu left the Redwood community where he had lived for sixteen years in a lonely manner.
Yang Qiu, with his stubble beard and greasy hair, had been to another world and back again. At that moment, he was still wearing the clothes he brought back from another world. a beige long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, a vest of the same color, black magic pattern cloth trousers, deerskin boots, a black hooded cloak, and a delicate staff as long as his forearm.
When he walked out of the community, two high school students who had just returned from school looked at him in surprise. One of them whispered, "You're still doing cosplay at such an old age? Who is the character?"
Yang Qiu turned his head and stared at the two high school students, his eyes mainly focused on their blue and white sports uniforms.
Three hundred years ago, on Earth, he had traveled through time wearing a similar school uniform. That warm and thick autumn school uniform had accompanied him through many difficult times.
"Ugh!" The two high school students felt uncomfortable with his gaze and ran away in disgust.
Yang Qiu didn't care at all that he was considered a pervert. He watched them walk away with a longing look in his eyes until they were out of sight.
To him that wasn't the girl who ran away; it was the carefree youth he had lost.
Hongshan Community was in a good location. A 200-meter walk from the community led to the pedestrian street in Anshi Commercial District. With the popularity of the pedestrian street, many stores had opened on both sides of the narrow alley. There was also a long vegetable stall at the corner, where some elderly people in the community liked to buy vegetables.
The popularity of the alley couldn't be compared to that of the pedestrian street, but it wasn't deserted either. Yang Qiu stood at the entrance of the community for a while, and at least a dozen people coming and going stared at his costume, which seemed to be a black magician cosplay.
Fortunately, in this era, the streets were full of people wearing Hanfu, Lolita skirts, and cosplay costumes, so Yang Qiu's outfit wasn't too unusual.
When a middle-aged couple walked past Yang Qiu into the community, the woman said to her husband, "This cosplay is really professional. Is it the League of Legends character you play?"
The man only glanced at Yang Qiu, then turned back and stared at him. "It seems... No way, no hero has this look."
Yang Qiu lowered his head and left quickly.
Half an hour later, penniless and homeless, Yang Qiu sat alone on a bench in the northwest corner of the central square of Tashan Park. He was facing the flower bed, with a thoughtful look on his face.
"I can't feel any magic at all. Is it true that there is no magic on Earth?"
He raised his right hand and drew a casting rune gesture smoothly in the air. The mage hand, which he could normally move at will and didn't even need a casting gesture, couldn't be summoned.
After thinking about it, Yang Qiu took out the dragon bone staff.
With a light wave of the staff in his hand, a translucent hand about half a person's height, invisible to the naked eye, suddenly appeared from the void.
But the mage hand, which had been successfully summoned, only lasted for half a second before it ran out of power and disintegrated into invisible particles.
"The battle before I crossed over drained all my magic power, and I haven't had time to recover yet..." Yang Qiu exhaled lightly. "My magic power is almost gone, and I've lost my identity as 'Yang Qiu' on Earth..."
Although the situation was a bit difficult, Yang Qiu's expression didn't seem to be very solemn; he even looked a little relaxed. After all, surviving on Earth was definitely much easier than that damn magical world!
Why did Yang Qiu, who had struggled for three hundred years to become a high-level dark magician with a certain ability to protect himself, rush in without caring about anything when he saw the rift in time and space?
In addition to the fact that he felt the familiar fluctuations of time and space in this sudden crack, the most important reason was that he was being hunted down by those lunatics of the Inquisition!
Even when he hid in the dimensional demon world to live a miserable life, there were still some lunatics who followed him...
Wasn't it just that he killed a few cardinals and prophets of the Holy Land because he saw injustice? What a huge grudge!
"At least on Earth, we don't have to worry about whether a lunatic will throw an alchemical bomb into the toilet as a form of assassination attempt."
Taking a relaxing breath of peaceful air, Yang Qiu took off his overly eye-catching black cloak, looked around to see that there was no one around, and put the cloak and the equally conspicuous dragon bone staff into his space ring.
Without the cape and staff, the beige elf cloth turtleneck shirt, vest of the same color, and black magic pattern trousers weren't very conspicuous. Of course, people couldn't delve into their material and see what beast the hide came from.
Yang Qiu was so excited when he got back that he was anxious to go home and see what was going on. Yang Ying would definitely not recognize him in this state. Well, he'd find another opportunity later. He had managed to get through all these years, so there was no need to rush.
Yang Qiu yawned, lay down on the park bench, and soon began to snore. He hadn't slept well for a long time before he was lucky enough to encounter a space-time rift with familiar spatial fluctuations.
He slept until it was completely dark. The colorful street lights and neon signs inside and outside the park competed with each other for brightness. Yang Qiu was then awakened by the deafening sound of square dance music.
He stretched and sat up, and found that someone had put two big buns in a plastic bag and a bottle of mineral water under the bench.
"It's great to be back on Earth," Yang Qiu sincerely thanked the unknown kind-hearted person, tore open the plastic bag, and wolfed down the cold steamed buns. Before he came back, he had been chased by the madman from the Inquisition and had to run deep into the Monster Forest. It had been a long time since he had eaten normal food!
He didn't know if it was because the way he ate the cold steamed buns was too shocking, but two office workers who had just gotten off work took one look at him and stopped.
The female office workers looked at each other and saw sympathy in each other's eyes. One of them with long hair walked over silently and put the midnight snack she bought near the park square on the bench where Yang Qiu was sitting.
"Is it for me?" Yang Qiu was shocked when he smelled the spicy aroma coming from the packed midnight snack.
The long-haired girl was startled by him and quickly nodded while backing away.
"Thank you, thank you, young lady. You are a beautiful and kind person!" Yang Qiu swallowed the last half of the cold bun in one gulp and tore open the new bag with a ferocious look on his face.
The other, short-haired female office worker stepped forward, grabbed her companion's wrist, and urged her in a low voice, "Let's go."
The two left in a hurry.
The two female office workers finally breathed a sigh of relief when they walked out to the northwest corner of the park, where there were fewer people.
"You are too impulsive. That guy is tall and strong with all his limbs intact, but you think he is a homeless person in the park. He might have mental problems. What if he gets excited and hurts you?" The short-haired girl complained in a low voice.
"I think it's quite pitiful... Never mind," the long-haired girl said with a pale face. "Don't say that. If it weren't for something that happened, who would want to fall to this point?"
"Hey, these days normal people can earn enough by carrying bricks. Who would sleep on the street for no reason? Look at the homeless people in the news, they are either mentally ill, or fugitives," the short-haired girl disagreed. "If you see a strange person, it's better to put the food far away and let them get it themselves, rather than taking the risk of delivering it to them."
"I know, I know..."
On the other side, Yang Qiu, who had eaten spicy hot pot again after 300 years, licked the plastic fast food box clean without missing a single pepper or oil drop.
"Earth is still the best!" Yang Qiu, moved to tears, put the clean plastic lunch box into his space ring.
Then he realized something was wrong.
"Damn it! On Earth, plastic containers are just white trash, there's no need to collect them. I'm toxic!"
Muttering something with a frown on his face, Yang Qiu took out the plastic lunch box again.
As a dark magician, he was doing pretty poorly. His space ring was only ten cubic meters in size, and it was filled with miscellaneous items: Bedding, clothes, and daily necessities accounted for the majority, and the rest were crafting materials collected during his escape, herbs, claws, and so on. Only a small leather bag was left for the spellcasting materials.
"Huh?"
When taking out the plastic lunch box, Yang Qiu discovered that there was an extra perfectly white ball in the space ring.
How much does a poor guy value his own wealth? He could even remember clearly whether there was one more or one less leaf of a herb. Yang Qiu was sure that there was absolutely no such thing in his asset list.
Yang Qiu took out the white ball in confusion.
It was an ordinary stone ball, the size of a fist. It looked a bit rough but felt smooth to the touch.
"Where did this thing come from... F*ck!"
Yang Qiu subconsciously wanted to throw the ball away when he found that the ball was actually absorbing the little magic power left in his body through the contact surface of his palm.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
With a whoosh, Yang Qiu disappeared in an instant.
All that was left on the park bench was a plastic fast food container that had been licked clean.
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AN: I will post 20 chapters at once so people can see if they like the story or not, then over the next few days I will post up until about chapter 220 to get out my backlog and generate initial interest. Probably an update every 30 min, so strap yourselves in and get ready for the ride.
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