From Prisoner to Si Chen

"Damn you devil! Go back to hell!"

At this time, the middle-aged villager wearing a fur hat strode forward, spat at the torture rack with a look of disgust on his face, and immediately handed over the torch in his hand.

Bear!

The piles of firewood and dead branches and leaves under the torture rack were quickly ignited by torches, and the fire gradually grew stronger.

The villagers surrounding the burning frame all had solemn expressions on their faces, and began to bow their heads in prayer, 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 heat coming from beneath his body. His bare feet were also licked by the tongues of fire, and the burning sting made his face look horrified.

But at this moment.

Clark's expression suddenly froze.

Immediately, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he opened his mouth silently... The villagers did not notice this small move, but Jilan noticed it.

What he clearly said is:

"Pilan..."

A black and white light that only Gillan could see bloomed from Clark's body, as if scanning, passing from head to tail.

Immediately, a miracle happened!

The torture rack was engulfed in flames, but the young man tied to it was unscathed, and even his clothes showed no sign of being burned.

"Oh my God!"

"Omer, what did I see?!"

"What's going on?"

"Clark is not afraid of fire?!"

The villagers soon discovered this fact and were in an uproar, retreating in horror.

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

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

Clark spoke calmly, and his voice came from the fire.

After hearing this, the faces of the villagers changed, and they were doubtful.

thump!

The middle-aged man in the leather hat threw away the torch and farm tools, fell to his knees and crawled towards the burning rack.

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

"I'm guilty!"

"Please forgive me, Lord Angel!"

As the first person knelt down, the rest of the villagers also knelt down out of fear in their hearts, constantly apologizing and repenting to Clark.

At this time, Gillan saw Clark let out a sigh of relief, with a trace of lingering fear on his face.

Obviously, the "director" who had just traveled through time encountered a life-and-death crisis just like him... but with the help of the golden finger "Pilan" to control his own state, he avoided being burned to death.

Not long after.

The villagers extinguished the stakes.

Clark walked down, intact.

The villagers all prostrated before him, as if they were worshiping a god who had descended into the world.

At this time, the camera turned.

Gillan noticed that Clark's appearance had matured a lot, obviously over the past few years.

At this time, he was almost sixteen years old.

Clark had already left the village and embarked on a lonely journey. During this process, he has been sketching, using simple charcoal pens to depict the scenery along the way on parchment.

Moreover, Clark began to study the "camera", using a technique similar to alchemy to refine some precise parts and piece them together into a weird suitcase.

He also made a ball-shaped helmet that resembled an astronaut's mask and wore it on his head all day without showing his true face.

It can be seen from this that he has found traces of the occult and has mastered a certain amount of alchemy knowledge.

Gillan has followed Clark's perspective and witnessed the stories he experienced along the way.

Among them is the plot in "Dark Ages", that is, passing through the Percy Merchant Alliance, where he met William Gerald, a close friend of the mercenary.

But the content in "Curtain Call # Part 1" is obviously closer to the original history, without Gillan's participation and intervention.

But similarly, according to the original historical process, young Clark and William still found the "Autumn Shang Familia" nest at the bottom of the female sacrifice lake based on a treasure map, and had an adventure there.

It was the spark of enlightenment of the third-year-old "God of Love", which paved the way for their future ascension.

A few more years passed.

Both Clark and William have grown up, and by various chances, they have embarked on the "Road of the Fire Sword" and become mystics.

The turning point of things happened on the day William left.

William was exposed to war in his childhood and his family was massacred. He has always had the dream of ending the troubled times and creating a peaceful and prosperous world.

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

Clark stayed in the Persian Business Alliance as an artist.

That night, Clark, who was depressed, tinkered with the "projector" alone in his room, trying to create a "movie."

"After all these years, I finally collected enough points, and I should be able to unlock the new functions of 'Pilan'..."

Clark sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, and there was a humming murmur coming from the ball-shaped helmet.

Immediately, he raised a hand.

Buzz——

Black and white light and shadow flickered, condensing into a small "black hole" in the palm of his hand.

Clark seemed surprised.

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

As he exclaimed, Gillan noticed that the vision of the entire dim room was distorted, and everything collapsed and 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 him.

I don't know how long it took.

The vision finally changed from darkness to light.

Gillan regained consciousness and looked around. He was surprised to find that he was in a room with modern decoration style.

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

A flight plane flashed red and green lights and slowly passed by in the sky.

This is obviously a modern metropolis.

"I have traveled back?!"

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

But he was a little unsure, and hurriedly rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in this strange room, trying to find information related to this world.

But soon, Clark showed disappointment.

Gilan walked over, stood behind him, and glanced at a magazine in his hand:

"Lordran Empire Information Publication: Issue 101"

Seeing the title of the magazine, Gilan frowned slightly.

'Lordran...'

Isn't this the name of his spiritual kingdom?

And the cover of the magazine is a black old-fashioned game console, the kind that needs to insert a cartridge.

There is also a line of eye-catching red handwriting 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. Those who know the information can get a bonus of up to one million yuan! Act quickly!"

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

Clark threw the magazine away dejectedly, sat 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 opened his mouth slightly.

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

Because the calendar clearly marked June 19, 2026. But this was not the problem, but because this was the last month of the year!

In this world, there are only six months a year!

And, on the exquisite calendar, each month was engraved with the name and symbol of Si Chen in bright gold paint:

"January (gear)."

"February (Lord of the Night)."

"March (double-edged sword)."

"April (Lady Ashes)."

"May (Light-holding Scholar)."

"June (Sick Man)."

Completely different...

Both Si Chen and the trajectory of world development were different from the original world line!

Gillan was quite shocked.

He was quite unfamiliar with the names of those Si Chen, except for the "Lord of the Night" in February, which he had heard the "director" mention in "Curtain Call # "...

That was Gillan in this world line.

'Have I ascended to godhood early in this secret history? ’

Gilan took a deep breath and found it incredible.

At this time, Clark stood up from the sofa and paced back and forth in the living room, with a thoughtful look on his face.

“Secret History Travel…”

A murmur came from under the spherical helmet.

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

Clark understood something.

He was silent for a while, and began to walk around the house again. Soon, he found a black retro game console in the master bedroom.

Clark looked very surprised.

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

“Real game?”

Clark stroked the game console carefully.

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

One had a small label with “Wangjiacun # 1” and the other had “Iros Cube”.

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

Click.

The TV screen flickered after being powered on, and subtitles appeared:

"You wake up from your dream and find yourself in a dim and shabby room. The bed curtains are yellow, a candlestick is placed on the scratched wooden table, the paper-pasted window is 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 with Clark!

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

Some objects with a very oriental charm came into view, purple clay teapots, medicine cabinets, Bagua diagrams, cinnabar talisman paper...

The air was filled with a strange smell of mold and herbal medicine.

Clark's appearance also changed, and he became a black-haired boy. With a bun, a patched grey robe and straw sandals.

"You can no longer remember your life story. 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 time, subtitles appeared in front of Clark.

Gillian could also see it.

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

"But you always feel that something is wrong here..."

Clark frowned as he looked at the subtitles in front of him.

He seemed to understand the content above.

Jilan understood it very well.

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

Clark searched around in the hut, found a thick wooden stick as a weapon, and carefully pushed the door open.

Creaky--

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

The cold wind blew in immediately.

Clark looked out and saw only the dark dirt road and scattered wooden house courtyards. Tonight, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and he could vaguely see the fire in the distance.

So, he took the stick and walked out.

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

As he approached the fire, he heard a clanging sound, as if someone was fighting.

"You heard a strange noise. There are three choices below, all of which will affect the subsequent development:

1. Approach quietly.

2. Leave immediately.

3. Wait in place."

Clark thought about it and chose the first one.

He held a wooden stick and crouched over.

Soon, the sound of the battle disappeared, and the surroundings fell into a 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 in place, holding a blood-stained iron sword.

His face was hideous, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Clark was shocked.

Because this Taoist priest actually bent down and lifted a girl's head, sucking the dripping blood.

After drinking enough blood, the Taoist priest looked 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 Picture" can be further improved..."

Suddenly, the Taoist priest turned his head and looked at the bushes where Clark was hiding, grinning:

"Young man, do you want to come out by yourself, or do I pull you out myself?"

Suddenly, subtitles appeared in front of Clark again:

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

1. Show up actively.

2. Escape.

3. Stay still."

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

Swish.

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 again. "It's strange, you are from outside?"

"Yeah." Clark nodded.

After entering the game, he found that his words were 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 are talking about."

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

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