Mystic Dominator

bang——

A thunderclap resounded through the rainy night.

Yang Siming, who was sleeping in front of the desk, also woke up.

Raising his head and looking around, the confusion gradually faded from the corners of his eyes, and a mixed smile appeared on his young face.

"..."

"Today, I get off work very early."

Before he lost consciousness, he was still recording images of precious clay tablets in the underground ruins in the northern part of Hashemiye.

However, because of a sudden earthquake, the collapsed ground and earth and rocks have completely buried themselves.

In theory, he is already a dead person, even if God blesses him.

You should also lie in the hospital ward and wake up slowly.

What kind of development is it to sleep on your stomach on this desk?

"Near-death hallucinations? Shock insanity?"

"Close Encounters of the Third Kind?"

"Or... time travel?"

All kinds of conjectures popped out of my mind one after another.

As a young man living in the 21st century, he still has a strong ability to accept things.

Moving his body that seemed to be fine, Yang Siming slowly got up from the chair and looked around more carefully.

Moderately sized rooms are dated but not dirty.

A row of vertical wardrobes taller than a person and a full-length mirror.

A framed oil painting of white men.

A brown-black grandfather clock that is so old that its paint has peeled off stands at the edge of the room.

A patched fabric sofa.

at last--

His eyes were firmly locked on the candle on the desk in front of him, to be precise, its candle's root.

In front of the window, the uneven and dim candlelight pushed the night away with difficulty.

And the charred wick resting on the edge of the flame also made the already difficult light even more difficult.

—This is a candle of extremely rough workmanship.

It was so rough that the man in front of the candlelight realized that he had really crossed over.

Different from those mass-produced items made in modern factories, the candles in front of him were cloudy in color and rough in shape, with dim light and unusually conspicuous black smoke. In the air, one could even smell the peculiar smell of burning animal fat.

The most important point.

—the wick of this candle!

Just as he saw it at a glance.

Below the yellow flame core, there is a charred black cotton thread that has been burned but has not been completely burned.

It is not an improved version of three lines twisted into one!

This is common sense knowledge.

In the history of mankind belonging to the earth——

As early as the early nineteenth century, the Frenchman Jambachelle, who had a bad name, discovered the problem that a single candle wick could not burn cleanly, so he improved it into a version in which three wires were twisted into one; Michele ditched tallow for candles made of chemicals.

Since then, candles in the world, or in other words, on the earth, have gradually abandoned the old and backward structures.

Perhaps some remote areas still use this backward product.

But in normal convenience stores, you can never buy this kind of goods.

This candle must be made by hanging cotton thread on a wooden stick and using the ancient method of mechanical operation to continuously impregnate animal fat, which is almost completely extinct in the 21st century!

"..."

"Am I catching up with the trend of time travel?"

After a few breaths of silence, Yang Siming simply pulled the candle and the candle holder over, and took a close look at it.

——It’s the real thing.

Leaning back on the chair, his gaze immediately shifted to the open notebook in front of him.

Apart from the unintelligible text from another world on the left side of the page, much more was covered in ink blots.

"Ink blot..."

When I just woke up,

This note was held under my hands.

Stretching out his hands, the palm lines of his right hand were indeed stained with ink of the same color as the note ink stains, a large amount of ink even spread to the palm, and near the edge of the palm, a white skin protruded from the ink.

The joints are hidden and the fingers are slender, no calluses are seen and the skin is white and tender.

——Completely different from the rough yellow palms I used to have.

Turning sideways, Yang Siming sat obliquely on the chair and probed, reflecting his figure on the full-length mirror behind him.

The slightly messy blond hair hangs from the ears to the shoulders, and the gentle facial features like the warm sun in early winter have not lost their edges and corners, especially a pair of dark gray eyes like Athena sculptures, even in a dim room cannot conceal the look in them.

Unable to bear it, he complained:

"Girl killer, this is it!"

With such a handsome appearance, he can receive at least 20 WeChat messages in an hour if he is directly thrown on the street.

This crossing is definitely the top match......

With a young and handsome face and a pair of hands that are not productive, there is a high probability that he will wear it on a guy who can live without worrying about his status alone.

so......

Now how to do?

After confirming the time travel and the new body, new problems follow.

The notes spread out in front of him were filled with words that he had never seen before.

In the same way, the language of this world should also be ignorant.

Referring to this appearance and the furnishings in the room, the background of the era can roughly be locked before the outbreak of human social productivity.

If the civilized customs of this world can be connected with the earth like the interior decoration, those customs full of local characteristics will be exciting.

When the time comes to face my 'amnesia', if there is bloodletting therapy, priest exorcism, or even the most unlucky BBQ wizard barbecue set, I probably won't be able to stand it.

Even if he wanted to make an excuse, he couldn't deal with it because he didn't understand the language.

Thinking of this, the main goal of thinking has also shifted to the content of the notes in front of him.

How good would it be if I could read the text above?

Is the current time travel so irresponsible?

There is no memory inheritance, no system assistance, and even a language barrier. This difficulty of survival is too unfriendly to ordinary people!

Thinking about his difficult future, and handing his back to the chair, Yang Siming subconsciously pressed his finger on the text of the note, and slowly moved his eyes across it.

This is a habitual gesture when reading a book.

Pressing your fingers on the text at the end of your line of sight can give you a good sense of reading.

Even if you can't understand the true meaning of it.

clatter——

The pages turn.

Although he couldn't read the text, Yang Siming still started to read the text in front of him. In the current situation, even if he could only find some graffiti in the notes, it was better than continuing to know nothing.

Keep reading, but the clues I get are not satisfactory.

Although the contents of the notes can be seen to be an alphabetic script, it is completely different from any language he has ever known.

Arabic, Greek, Syriac, Cyrillic...

Except for the super-universal characters that can be seen everywhere like O, the other bytes do not match.

Complete ignorance, complete hopelessness!

If you don't find something, then your end is almost certain.

--die.