From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 554 Travel
"Damn you devil! Go back to hell!"

At this time, the middle-aged villager wearing a fur hat strode forward, spat at the stake with disgust, and then handed over the torch in his hand.

Bear!
The firewood and dead branches and leaves piled under the stake were soon ignited by the torches, and the fire gradually grew bigger.

The villagers gathered around the stake, each with a solemn expression on their face, bowed their heads and began to pray, confessing their sins to God Omer and praying that the devil in front of them would return to hell.

Clark, who was tied to the stake, felt the high temperature coming from under him. His bare feet were also licked by the flames, and the burning pain made him look terrified.

But at this moment.

Clark's expression suddenly froze.

Immediately, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth silently... The villagers did not notice this little action, but Jilan discovered it.

He clearly said:

"Bilan..."

A black and white light that only Gillan could see burst out from Clark's body, sweeping across him from head to toe as if scanning.

Immediately, a miracle happened!

The stake was engulfed in flames, but the young man tied to it was unharmed, and even his clothes showed no signs of being burned.

"Oh my God!"

"Oh my god, what did I see?!"

"What's going on?"

"Clark is not afraid of fire?!"

The villagers soon discovered this fact and were immediately shocked and retreated in horror.

Clark was seen in the fire, in a tortured posture, with a look of compassion on his face, and his body contours were distorted by the high temperature.

"Ignorant and foolish people, I am an angel sent by Omer to the mortal world to spread the teachings of God. How could I be burned to death by fire..."

Clark spoke lightly, his voice coming from the fire.

Upon hearing this, the villagers' faces changed and they were skeptical.

thump!
The middle-aged man in the fur hat dropped his torch and farm tools, knelt on the ground and crawled towards the stake.

"I beg the angels to forgive my ignorance! I am guilty!"

"I'm guilty!"

"Please forgive me, angel!"

As the first person knelt down, the rest of the villagers also knelt down out of fear in their hearts, and continued to apologize and confess to Clark.

At this time, Gillan saw Clark let out a long breath, and a trace of lingering fear appeared on his face.

Obviously, the "director" who had just traveled through time encountered a life-and-death crisis just like himself...but thanks to the golden finger "Bilan" that kept his own state constant, he avoided being burned to death.

Not long after.

The villagers doused the stake.

Clark walked down, intact.

All the villagers prostrated themselves before him, as if they were kneeling before a god who had descended to earth.

At this time, the camera turned.

Gillan noticed that Clark looked much more mature, obviously a few years had passed.

At this time, he was almost sixteen years old.

Clark had long since left the village and embarked on a lonely journey, during which he had been sketching, using simple charcoal pencils on parchment to depict the scenery along the way.

In addition, Clark began to study the "camera", using alchemy-like techniques to refine some precision parts and piece them together into a strange suitcase.

He also made a spherical helmet that looked like an astronaut's mask. He wore it on his head all day long and never showed his true face to others.

From this we can see that he found traces of mysticism and mastered certain knowledge of alchemy.

Gillan follows Clark's perspective and witnesses the stories he experiences along the way.

Among them is the plot in "Dark Ages", that is, passing through the Percy Merchant Alliance, where he met his best friend, the mercenary William Gerard.

But the content of "Curtain Call #1" is obviously closer to the original history, and there is no participation or intervention of Gillan.

But in the same way, according to the original historical process, the young Clark and William still found the nest of the "Qiushang Clan" at the bottom of the Nusi Lake based on a treasure map, and had an adventure there.

That is, the enlightenment spark of the third-year "God of Love" laid the groundwork for the future ascension of the two.

A few more years passed.

Clark and William are both adults, and due to various coincidences, they have successively embarked on the "Road of Fire Sword" and become a mysterious person.

The turning point happened on the day William left.

William experienced war in his childhood and all his family members were killed in the massacre. He has always dreamed of ending the chaotic world and creating a peaceful and prosperous era.

So William said goodbye to Clark and promised to witness each other's dreams. After that, William took his own mercenary team and embarked on a journey to the battlefield and participated in the Battle of Rongsa at that time.

Clark stayed in the Percy Merchant Alliance as an artist.

That night, the depressed Clark was alone in the room tinkering with the "projector" in an attempt to create a "movie".

"After all these years, I have finally accumulated enough points. I should be able to unlock the new features of 'Bilan'..."

Clark sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, and a muffled murmur came from the spherical helmet.

Immediately, he raised a hand.

hum-

Black and white light flickered, and condensed into a tiny "black hole" in his palm.

Clark seemed surprised.

"Secret History Travel?!" He exclaimed as if he had received feedback from his own special power.

As he exclaimed, Gillan noticed that the vision of the entire dim room was distorted, and everything was collapsing and being pulled towards the "black hole" in Clark's palm.

Even Clark's body was no exception.

whoosh-

When Clark threw himself into the "black hole", Gillan's perspective also followed his opponent.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The view finally changed from darkness to light.

When Jilan regained consciousness and looked around, he was surprised to find that he was in a room decorated in a modern style.

White walls, tiled floors, ceiling lights, televisions, refrigerators, air conditioners, washing machines…outside the glass windows with aluminum alloy frames, you can see the bright moon and the brilliant night scene.

An airplane flew slowly across the sky with red and green lights flashing.

This is clearly a modern metropolis.

"I have traveled back in time?!"

Clark, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stood up, ran to the window with a look of surprise, and peeked at the night view outside.

But he was a little unsure, so he quickly rummaged through the drawers in this strange room, trying to find information related to this world.

But soon, Clark showed disappointment.

Gillan walked over, stood behind him, and glanced at the magazine in his hand:
"Lordran Empire Information Publication: Issue 101"

Seeing the magazine title, Gillan frowned slightly.

"Lordran..."

Isn’t this the name of his spiritual kingdom?
The cover of the magazine is an old-fashioned black game console, the kind that requires a cartridge to be inserted.

There is also a line of eye-catching red words below:

"Reward! The Empire will purchase the 'Real Game' at a high price. If you find relevant clues, you can also call the hotline 010-666. Insiders can get a reward of up to one million yuan! Act quickly!"

Obviously, this is not the Earth of the previous life.

Clark threw the magazine dejectedly, sat down on the sofa and fell into silence.

After a while, he seemed to notice something, raised his head, stared at the calendar on the wall, and his mouth slightly opened.

Gillan followed Clark's gaze and was also surprised...

Because the calendar clearly shows June 2026, 6. But this is not the problem, but because this is the last month of this year!

In this world, there are only six months in a year! Moreover, on the exquisite calendar, each month is engraved with the name and symbol of Si Chen in bright gold paint:

"January (Gear)."

"February (Meishu)."

"March (Double-Edged Sword)."

"April (Lady Ashes)."

"May (Chi Guang Ya Shi)."

"June (Sick Man)."

It's completely different...

Whether it is Si Chen or the trajectory of the world's development, they are all different from the original world line!

Gillan was quite shocked.

He was quite unfamiliar with the names of those Sichen, except for the "Mingzhu" of February, which he had heard the "director" mention in "Curtain Call # Part 2"...

That is exactly Gillan in this world line.

'Have I already become a god in this secret history?'

Jilan took a deep breath and felt incredible.

At this time, Clark stood up from the sofa and paced back and forth in the living room, looking thoughtful.

"Secret History Travel..."

There was a whisper coming from under the spherical helmet.

"So, this is another secret history with a completely different development trajectory, another world line."

Clark had an epiphany.

He was silent for a while, then started walking around the house again. Soon, he found a black retro game console in the master bedroom.

Clark looked surprised.

Because this game console is almost exactly the same as the one in the picture on the magazine cover.

"Real game?"

Clark stroked the console carefully.

Next to the game console, there are two black game cartridges.

One had a small label that read "Wangjiacun #1", and the other had "Iros Cube".

Clark picked up the game console and the cartridge, walked to the living room, and mounted it on the TV. Immediately, he casually inserted the "Wangjiacun #1" cartridge into the card slot of the game console and pressed the red round button.

Click.

After the TV was powered on, the screen flickered for a while, and subtitles appeared:
"You wake up from your dream and find yourself in a dim, shabby room. The bed curtains are yellow, a candlestick is placed on the scratched wooden table, the paper-pasted windows are full of holes, and the cold wind blows in from outside. You realize that this is not a place to stay for long..."

The moment Clark picked up the handle, his body froze.

Gillan was surprised to find that his perspective had entered the game world along with Clark!

The surrounding environment changed from the original modern living room to an ancient dilapidated hut.

Some objects with oriental charm come into view, such as purple clay teapots, medicine cabinets, Bagua diagrams, cinnabar talisman paper...

There was a strange smell in the air, a mixture of mold and herbs.

Clark's appearance also changed, he became a black-haired boy, with a bun, wearing a patched gray robe and a pair of straw sandals.

"You can no longer remember your life experience. It seems that a family accident and a serious illness caused you to lose your memory. You only remember fainting while escaping and being saved by a village doctor..."

At this moment, subtitles appeared in front of Clark.

Gillan could see it, too.

"This place is called 'Wangjia Village' and belongs to Bai Ze Township, Wanchuan County, Dashuyulin Prefecture. The village chief and the elders are all surnamed Wang, so it got the name from this."

"But you always feel that something is not right here..."

Clark looked at the subtitles in front of him and frowned.

He seemed to understand the above content, but not quite.

Gillan understood it very well.

Because this kind of writing and setting are very similar to the culture of his previous life.

Clark searched the cabin, found a thick wooden stick to use as a weapon, and carefully pushed open the door.

crunch--

The wooden door made a sharp sound, which was quite harsh in the quiet night.

A cold wind suddenly blew in.

Clark stuck his head out and looked outside. All he saw was the dark dirt road and scattered wooden houses and courtyards. The moon was dim tonight, and he could vaguely see fires in the distance.

So he picked up the stick and walked out.

Clark walked in the direction of the fire, and Gillan followed closely behind.

As I got closer to the fire, I heard a series of clanging sounds, as if someone was fighting.

"You heard strange noises. Here are three options, all of which will affect subsequent developments:

1. Approach quietly.

2. Leave immediately.

3. Wait where you are. "

Clark thought about it and chose the first one.

He held the wooden stick in his hand and bent over to touch it.

Soon, the sounds of fighting disappeared and the surroundings fell into dead silence again.

When Clark passed a bush, he saw corpses all over the ground. There were men, women, old and young. They looked like villagers, wearing simple cloth clothes, but they had been dead for a long time, with sword marks and blood stains all over their bodies, and their faces were hideous.

A middle-aged Taoist priest with a bun and a long beard was standing there, holding a blood-stained iron sword.

His face was ferocious, with a smile on his lips.

Clark was shocked.

Because the Taoist priest actually bent down, picked up a girl's head, and sucked the dripping blood.

After drinking enough blood, the Taoist priest looked very satisfied and whispered:

"What a great Wangjia Village! It has become a place for me to practice martial arts. Now my "Mountain King Nine Palaces Howling Wind Diagram" can be further improved..."

Suddenly, the Taoist priest turned his head and looked at the bush where Clark was hiding, grinning:
"Young man, do you want to come out on your own, or do you want me to pull you out myself?"

Suddenly, subtitles appeared in front of Clark again:

"You have been discovered by a mysterious Taoist priest. There are three choices below, all of which will affect subsequent developments. Please choose carefully:

1. Show up proactively.

2. Escape.

Third, do not move your troops. "

Clark took a deep breath and chose the first one again.

Wow.

Jilan saw the black-haired boy stand up, push aside the bushes and weeds in front of him, and walk over.

"Huh?" The blood-stained Taoist priest was quite surprised and grinned. "That's strange. Are you from outside the city?"

"Yeah." Clark nodded.

After entering the game, he found that everything he said was automatically translated into the language of this world.

"I fell ill and fainted when I passed by here, and was saved by the village doctor."

"The guy you were talking about."

The Taoist pointed to an old man lying on the ground who was cut in half, and laughed:

"But he didn't do it to save you..."

(End of this chapter)