Shall we go to open up the wasteland together tomorrow?

"Ding Ding~"

"Ding Ding~"

The edge of the fog.

The flag with the silhouette of the goblin hung down listlessly.

This is a circus resting in the dusk.

Shabby, messy, and shaky, it fits the sunset business of the circus that is about to be eliminated by the times.

In the dark caravan, Ethan suddenly opened his eyes.

The original clanging "ding dong" sound stopped abruptly as if receiving a signal.

Alas~

Shi Shiran sighed and rubbed his slightly bloodshot eyes. Ethan was no longer sleepy.

This is certainly not the first time he has been disturbed by such a strange sound. Since coming to this world, there are always a few days every month that will make him unable to close his eyes. The strange sound seems to attract his attention and call him.

Others traveled through the golden finger and came to him. It’s okay not to give the golden finger, but also to give a pair of gray nails...

Based on his experience as a doctor in his previous life, Ethan once vowed to define this kind of auditory hallucination as neurological tinnitus.

But he soon discovered his mistake, because when he followed the circus to the urban and rural junctions of various parts of the continent, the sound followed him like a shadow.

And each time it came from a fixed direction.

That direction was the foggy world that humans feared.

‘The fog is a forbidden area! ’

This was the first thing Ethan understood when he came to this world.

Just like the ocean surrounds the land on Earth, this world is surrounded by fog.

The fog is like a huge net covering all mysteries and blocking people’s hearts.

In the foggy world, there are no laws, no rules, no mercy, and even no direction. All foggy maps only mark reference objects. Once you set foot here, you can only leave it to fate.

So this is a Jedi.

And the world’s wonders, strangeness, and extraordinary views are often in dangerous and remote places, where few people go.

The more turbulent and bizarre, the more crazy treasures are hidden: black technology, extraordinary items, various formulas, meditation methods, breathing methods, fighting techniques... and so on.

So this is also a fertile land.

If the mist is the veil on the girl's face, then the ruins in the mist are the knots that tie the veil. Only by untying the knot can you see the girl's beauty.

So when the ruins are reclaimed, the surrounding mist will recede like a tide.

When witnessing the stunning sight of unveiling the veil, humans will never forget it.

Greed is the original sin.

Of course, humans will not remain indifferent. Entering the mist and exploring the ruins is a matter of course.

This is how humans compete with the mist for territory, and people are used to calling it "reclamation."

According to Article 17 of the Federal Government's Land Declaration: Regarding the ownership of the ruins, legal organizations or individuals who reclaim the ruins and eliminate the mist will receive official certification and permanent use rights of the ruins.

This text can also be found in the Nirvana Code of the Port of Zion in the original place. You must know that the Nirvana Code means a permanent commitment in this world.

The mist is a besieged city, and people outside the city want to come in.

They are tirelessly pursuing, exploring, and persisting. This is a great era.

Gradually, humans became closely related to the fog.

From the fog, humans discovered various historical civilizations, various resources, and even the blueprints of steam engines.

I don’t know when the idea of ​​‘opening up wasteland is the first productive force’ has been deeply rooted in people’s minds.

As long as humans continue to open up wasteland, society will continue to progress...

This is the ‘great era of opening up wasteland’.

“A-choo~”

The caravan has been around for a while, and a hint of coolness came in from the gaps in the carriage, making Ethan sneeze.

“Hu~”

Ethan twitched his nose, rubbed his frozen face with both hands, pushed aside the broken hair on his forehead, and blew a breath of hot air into his palms, feeling the coldness in the quilt, and confirmed that he could no longer sleep peacefully, and sat up from the ‘bed’ with a blank look.

If two old lockers put together and a layer of old canvas can be called a *bed

Ethan shivered as he put on his clothes. With the moonlight that penetrated the caravan, he fumbled in the dark. He needed to light the simple kerosene lamp hanging in the corner of the carriage.

Carefully avoiding the various messy props, it was obviously a more demanding task.

"Bang!"

There was a bang.

Ethan was startled and leaned down hurriedly, like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He pounced and hugged the rolling heavy object, and then quietly hid in the dark and dared not move.

Until he repeatedly confirmed that this trouble did not attract the attention of the circus, he sat up carefully, tremblingly lifted his trouser legs, and looked at the moonlight. There was already a black bruise on his ankle.

Ethan tried his best not to groan in pain, but picked up the prop of the culprit beside him.

It was a golden crown, heavy in the hand, simple in shape, solemn in decoration, and with unique ingenuity in hollowing, it was extremely elegant.

Unfortunately, the circle of fake gemstones the size of pigeon eggs inlaid on the waist of the crown is a bit exaggerated, which completely destroys the beauty of the golden ratio, making this crown directly fall into the cliché and lose more than 10,000 grades.

This aesthetic gap is no less than that of the emperor and his son in the previous life.

Ethan curled his lips, he was very glad that the "gem" on the crown was not knocked off.

It looks like the real thing, (ˉ▽￣～) Cut~~

After putting it in the prop box behind him, Ethan let out a breath of foul air, and the pain in his ankle became even stronger.

These props filled the caravan to the brim, and only the skinny Ethan could barely get in and out.

Of course, Ethan's best friend Bryant was also stuffed in.

Bryant is a black mamba snake, a mysterious and extremely rare supernatural species.

"Bryant?"

"Bryant~"

Ethan lowered his throat and tried to call his partner, but the only response was the silence of the night and the heavy chill.

Subconsciously tightening his collar, Ethan huddled up, and the sudden chill of early autumn made him shiver.

Looking through the gap, a full moon was hanging high. At this time, Bryant should still be enjoying the fun of hunting in the wild, Ethan enviously thought.

As a snake charmer in the Fairy Circus, Ethan knows his partner better than anyone else.

That's right, a snake charmer, a very talented snake charmer.

As if it was rooted in his blood, Ethan's body was born to understand snake language.

The autumn wind was rustling, and the chill was overwhelming.

The bad mood of being disturbed suddenly disappeared.

It has been nearly a year since he came to this world, and he still often can't help looking up at the starry sky.

The brightest star in the night sky,

Can you hear clearly,

The loneliness and sigh of the person looking up,

The loneliness and sigh in the heart...

Light a simple kerosene lamp, wait for a piece of orange light to fall, and there is suddenly a hint of warmth in the carriage.

Unscrupulously enjoying this warmth is a benefit in the middle of the night.

"Crackle, crackle"

A bean of light, flickering alternately.

Ethan smiled comfortably with his hands rubbing on the bright lampshade.

Under the orange light, dark brown hair, knife-like facial features, although a teenager, but quite a scumbag.

Unfortunately, a pair of heavy dark circles ruined everything, adding a faint sense of decadence to this face.

Unless the insomnia caused by the strange sound is solved, otherwise the temperament may not be saved.

"Hua La~"

After searching behind him for a while, Ethan pulled out a large book.

The cover was a little torn, and the title was worn out.

After opening it, the first thing that caught his eye was an enrollment brochure that Ethan used as a bookmark.

This enrollment brochure came from one of the famous Ivy League universities, Turing City's famous school - Flo University.

He knew a secret about Flo University, a secret about extraordinary...

Since he knew that secret, he regarded being admitted to Flo University as his first life goal.

After his blazing eyes paused on the enrollment brochure for a while, he turned a new page.

There was a set of simple experimental instruments drawn on it, which was a book on drug preparation.

Compared to the previous life, the medicine in this world is still in its infancy. Appendicitis is still one of the incurable diseases that currently plague the medical community. Penicillin has not yet been discovered, and a small cold can easily take a life.

For a former doctor, Ethan seemed to have seen the foundation for his true survival in this world.

The only thing Ethan needs to overcome now is that in order to avoid being too shocking, he needs to understand the medical system of this world from the beginning.

In order to avoid being criticized for his shocking words.

The content of this book is very basic, and the experimental equipment is also very different from that in the previous life. The various strange reagents make Ethan's eyes light up.

The moon is as cool as water. The warm candlelight in the caravan and the diligent night reading boy outline a peaceful picture.

Unknowingly, the night has deepened. Ethan, who came to his senses, felt the chill getting stronger.

A layer of white frost has formed on the leaves. The dark night and the pale mist are intertwined. Under the starlight, the earth is covered with a layer of silver.

"Rustle~"

The layers of fallen leaves rustle, and Ethan looks up with a happy face. Bryant is back.

It always likes to walk through the fallen leaves. Its crystal clear scales under the moonlight form a grayish-white curve, like an elegant satin, spitting out a long snake tongue and flowing over.

"Hiss~"

Bryant is very strong, enough to hold up his upper body, and his narrow head swept across Ethan's cheek, and then climbed on his neck.

This is the highest etiquette for snakes to express intimacy. Only Ethan has such treatment in the entire fairy circus.

And Ethan did not have any fear, but stretched out his still warm hand and touched its belly. Sure enough, it was a feast.

Listening to Bryant's adventure, Ethan's face was full of yearning.

"Hmm~"

The night got darker, and sleepiness came unconsciously.

Ethan yawned comfortably, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then patted Bryant's head, and got into the carriage and fell asleep.

Bryant climbed up the eaves of the caravan skillfully and breathed softly at the kerosene lamp.

"Hiss~"

The candlelight flickered and turned into a wisp of green smoke.

Everything returned to the night again.

PS: The protagonist is weak in the early stage, so he cannot recklessly open up wasteland, but in the later stage he will have his own ruins, special buildings, special races, and open up wasteland and farm, which is very enjoyable.

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This book is slow to heat up, read carefully.

Pseudo-steampunk + pseudo-Cthulhu + city + Greek mythology + history + two-dimensional...

Interested book friends can collect it for commemoration.