Zongman: Only My Hero Game

This is a habit he has developed in his previous life in financial management.

He firmly believes that a bad pen is worse than a good memory.

The ability to acquire and pick information required by financial management is undoubtedly extremely demanding.

Faced with a vast amount of information, if you do not rely on a pen to record, it is difficult to write down all of them.

As for why paper copies were chosen.

The reason is that electronic information is at risk of leakage after all.

And it's not small.

Paper text is a little more secure than that.

Hojo Yuhito is just an ordinary person.

After he traveled to this world, he didn't get any system or anything like that.

An ordinary person, facing a completely strange world, what he should do most is to be cautious and cautious.

Human memory is limited after all.

On the one hand, keeping a diary is for recording, and on the other hand, it is to remind him not to forget to be cautious.

After locking the safe, Hojo Yuhito carefully placed it in a dark place in his room.

At the same time, a pile of school books and other sundries were piled on top of it.

When people saw it, they would never think that there was a safe underneath.

Sometimes you can't be too cautious.

And when Hojo Yuhito finished all these and was about to go downstairs to cook, he suddenly heard a 'ding'.

The sound seemed to come from the sky or from the depths of my mind.

Hojo Yuhito was stunned for a moment, his expression changed, and then several dings came from outside the window.

He hurried to the window and looked out.

What I saw was a few elementary school students playing with bells.

The sound of jingling bells kept coming.

Hojo Yuhito's expectant eyes suddenly returned to calm.

He took a deep breath, let go of those thoughts he shouldn't have, and walked downstairs.

After he was ready to eat, Hojo Yuhito read a book again, and after half an hour of fitness, he took a shower and lay down on the bed.

The darkness of the outside world replaces the light of day.

The crescent moon hangs high, but there are not many stars to be seen.

Hojo Yuhito briefly recalled today's experience, then closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep...

...

"Would you like to be a hero?"

When Hojo Yuhito heard this voice, he subconsciously looked around.

Surrounded by a pure white space, there are countless off-white lights floating in this space.

It is easy to lose everything in this kind of space.

But Hojo Yuhito suddenly realized at this moment that he should have fallen asleep.

So when he looked around again, the initial surprise in his eyes became calm.

It turned out to be a dream...

"Would you like to be a hero?"

That voice sounded again in this pure white space.

Hojo Yuhito couldn't help smiling.

hero?

It is really a word that is far away from him.

but...

Since it's a dream, then you can give it a try.

So he replied:

"I am willing, what's next?"

The moment the boy's answer resounded in the pure white space, the whole space seemed to stand still.

The countless gray and white rays of light stayed in the air, unable to drift any longer.

And just when the young man was surprised.

The next moment, the space is overturned!

When Hojo Yuhito opened his eyes again, a huge desert appeared before his eyes...

.........

The new book sets sail, I hope all readers can give some flowers and tickets, okay, the little author kneels down for you here! .

Chapter 3. Walking alone in the desert and Gilgamesh (new book, asking for flowers, asking for votes!)

The rough ground is covered with gravel and gravel.

The faintly visible green is only sparse weeds between the stone crevices.

The exposed bedrock is like the scar of this land, which makes people daunting and timid.

There is not a cloud in the clear sky.

Only a huge sun hung blazingly.

It scorches the land and exercises the creatures in this desert with the cruelest test.

And under the scorching sun, a dwarf with a sackcloth covering his head was walking step by step.

His steps are a little fuzzy.

The stones under his feet had already worn away the soles of his feet.

Apart from the sackcloth on his upper body, the lower body is just a sackcloth that barely covers the important parts.

Other than that, the rest of his parts are exposed to the sunlight.

The scorching sun had already made Hojo Yuhito somewhat unconscious.

His lips were chapped.

His arms were hot.

The soles of his feet were tingling.

He had neither the heart nor the energy to speak.

Dream?

Is this really a dream?

Hojo Yuhito came to this desert world from that pure white space. I don't know how long.

If Hojo Yuhito knew that that "I do" would bring him down to this point, he would definitely not agree.

This is not a dream at all!

The stinging sun that feels like melting, the hard and rough stones.

These feelings brought to Hojo Yuhito are not the feelings that dreams should have at all!

This real pain is completely reality!

[Get out of this desert. 】

This is information that only Hojo Yuhito can see.

Since he came to this desert, this piece of information has surfaced in front of him.

And when his heart moved, the information disappeared from his eyes.

This kind of information prompt made Hojo Yuhito think of many games.

His association has always been good.

Following the question and answer in the pure white space, Hojo Hirohito began to speculate about his current situation.

Right now, it looks like he's caught in a kind of heroic game.

It's just that the game is bad.

There are no novice gift packs or novice equipment.

Yes, just a crap tip and his shrinking body.

If you can't get out of this desert, the only way waiting for Hojo Yuhito is death.

Even if it's really a dream.

Hojo Yuhito also didn't want to experience the feeling of being sunburned to death.

Moreover.

He will really feel the pain!

walk...walk...keep walking...

Hojo Yuhito had forgotten how long he had been gone.

There were blood scabs on his feet that were constantly worn away, but at this moment Hojo Yuhito could no longer feel the pain.

When the constant pain reaches a certain stage, then it becomes a kind of numbness.

His pupils are already showing symptoms of laxity.

According to medical reports, Hojo Yuhito was close to death.

Hojo Yuhito pursed his lips vigorously, trying to squeeze out a little more saliva to moisten his lips.

But it couldn't squeeze out at all.

The chapped and bleeding lips had the rusty smell of dried blood.

Hojo Yuhito is really reaching his limit.

But he still didn't seem to go out of this desert.

The vast land is still spreading in the distance, with no end in sight.

Under the high temperature, the distant scene looked extremely illusory to Hojo Yuhito.

Maybe I can't get out...

These words echoed in Hojo Hirohito's heart.

Unexpectedly, he really had to experience the experience of dying in the sun.

But even though he said so in his heart, he was still walking.

And right now!

A black spot suddenly appeared in the extreme distance of the desert.

At the beginning, Hojo Yuhito didn't care, he just thought it was an illusion.

But when the black spot kept approaching and getting bigger, Hojo Yuhito's numb face finally showed fluctuations.

It was a team on horseback!

It's people!

It was the last thought that Hojo Hirohito had left from his lucid days.

then....