Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

In the Internet cafe, Lu Mingfei played ‘gg’, ending the game.

He lost the fifth game today, with zero wins and five losses.

In the chat channel, his opponent, who had won five rounds, was proudly teaching him interstellar skills, but Lu Mingfei looked absentmindedly at the profile picture of the girl in the gray baseball cap on QQ.

‘Just wait a little longer, maybe she’ll be on the number soon...’

Lu Mingfei started the sixth game while hypnotizing himself and keeping himself safe, but the next moment, he felt that the world was a little different.

There seemed to be a golden flash of light, and the sound of breaking was like glass falling to the ground. The next moment, a figure was spit out from the empty space.

Bang!

Wow!

The figure hit the Internet cafe table firmly, and the force was so strong that an entire row of computer screens fell down, and the one in front of Lu Mingfei was no exception.

He stretched out his hand to hold up the screen and looked at the darkness. He knew that he might not be able to wait for that girl to come online today.

The computer screen was returned to its original position, and Lu Mingfei was about to get up and log out. At this moment, the owner of the Internet cafe, attracted by the huge movement, came over and grabbed Lincoln: "Hey

, Hey! Hey! Who are you!"

Lu Mingfei remembered Lincoln. This was the man who was vomited out of the void by some force just like unpalatable food.

Lu Mingfei's knowledge of games and novels made him know that he might have encountered some kind of plot, but he became excited inside.

After being a bad boy for eighteen years, Lu Mingfei often imagined that he might be a protagonist.

Maybe one day a man with a stern face and a look like a secret agent would descend from the sky and put a windbreaker on him. Under the stunned eyes of his classmates, he and the helicopter's propellers would disappear into the clouds with him.

If it were paired with some rain and thunder at the right time, it would be the scene Lu Mingfei had dreamed of.

The scene in front of him was very different from his imagination, but the uncontrollable imagination of his brain and the nature of watching the excitement made him stop involuntarily, and easily found a corner that was not so eye-catching and started looking.

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...

One second, Lincoln was still happy that the golden string in the strange world was charging so fast. The next moment, he felt the strong malice of that world towards him.

The moment he plucked the golden string, the peaceful world was like food poisoning and he was spewed out of the world like garbage.

The sudden and powerful force was completely beyond Lincoln's expectation. Without the slightest precaution, he experienced the worst time-travel journey in history.

He smashed so many things that an Internet cafe owner caught him and demanded compensation.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, don't pretend to be stupid!" The Internet cafe owner looked at Lincoln very dissatisfied: "Either you lose money, or you don't go out today."

Lincoln glanced at the crowd around him and immediately knew where he was. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Tell me how much you are prepared to ask for."

The boss glanced at the screen on the computer table: "Five thousand for a set of computers, six in total, thirty thousand, not even a cent less!"

"Thirty thousand?"

"Yes, thirty thousand!" The boss looked at Lincoln with a fierce look on his face, and waved his hand, and the young people who were sitting in various places in the Internet cafe stood behind him one after another.

"Tsk, 30,000 is not a small amount."

There was a trace of distress on Lincoln's face, and he reached out and broke off a piece of hollow steel pipe from the computer table. The Internet cafe owner couldn't help but frown: "You, what are you going to do?! You have to do it, right? Brothers! Say hello to him.

!”

The scattered members of society behind him shouted and rushed towards Lincoln, but the next moment, they all froze in place.

creak - creak -

The sour voice echoed in the silent Internet cafe. Looking at the hollow steel pipe being twisted randomly by Lincoln like a piece of crispy paper and folded into a ball of iron, the scattered personnel who were originally enthusiastic seemed to have been poured down by ice water.

Generally refreshing.

Seeing the iron ball in Lincoln's hand, both the boss who was about to blackmail him and the Internet cafe customers who were watching the excitement were dumbfounded.

He casually threw the iron ball in his hand in front of the boss, and the clanging sound made the boss' eyes twitch.

At this moment, a younger brother behind him looked at him and said, "Brother, what should we do? Do we still want to fight?"

‘Hit? Beat your mother! Beat me! The steel pipe can be rolled into a ball, wouldn’t this fight mean you will die!’

The boss cursed in his heart, his aura instantly dissipated, and the anger on his face melted away like snow under the blazing sun: "You, don't think we're afraid of you just because you can hit us! At worst, call the police, and you'll still have to pay for it!"

"Really?" Lincoln chuckled, and hooked up with Lu Mingfei, who was hiding in the corner watching the show: "Really, Lu Mingfei, come on, come over."

Lu Mingfei:???

Lu Mingfei was completely confused when his name was suddenly called. Under the gaze of everyone in the Internet cafe, he stood up in confusion: "Do you know me?"

"Of course I know you. I'm a senior at Shilan High School, right? I also know that you had Chu Zihang in your last class." Lincoln said, putting his arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulders and looking at the Internet cafe owner with a smile.

"Boss, you should know. If you allow minors to access the Internet, you will be fined up to 15,000 yuan. If the circumstances are serious, you will be ordered to suspend business for rectification, or even the Internet culture business license will be revoked."

"Your plot is definitely not serious, but from now on, I will keep an eye on you every day. As long as there is a minor online, I will report it. Guess, how many days can your Internet cafe be open?"

"Thirty thousand yuan is really not a small amount of money..."

Hearing Lincoln's threat, the boss's expression changed instantly. A few drops of sweat were left on his forehead, and his face was immediately filled with a smile: "No, no, no, no, please tell me if you have anything to do. It's too troublesome to call the police."

ah."

"Let me see...the machine is not too bad. I don't want the money. You can take this little brother with you. I won't charge you any more. I won't charge you any more..."

As the boss spoke, he secretly gestured to his subordinates to move out of the way.

Thirty thousand yuan was not much to Lincoln, but being blackmailed made people very unhappy, so he was not going to give him a cent. Seeing that the boss realized what he was doing, Lincoln took Lu Mingfei out of the Internet cafe.

In the Internet cafe, which was as dark as a refugee slum, a boy came up behind the boss again: "Boss, do you want to find a few people to follow him and give him some color?"

"Give him some color?" The boss turned around and slapped him on the head: "You deliberately don't want me to continue this business, right? Be more damn calm lately, don't go out and cause trouble for me."

"Okay, okay, listen to you, boss."

The subordinates nodded and dispersed, and the boss looked at the two figures who were further and further away outside with a puff of smoke.

A man like Lincoln who was strong and knew the law was the person he least liked to meet. He might not be able to beat him, and he could call the police to attack him if he backhanded him.

How could someone who opened an Internet cafe not accept underage students? If he really got into trouble, he would either stop doing business with students in the future, or he would close down. Just for a few screens, it’s not worth it.

...

Outside the Internet cafe.

With Lincoln holding his shoulders and walking out, Lu Mingfei finally had the opportunity to ask his inner doubts: "How do you know me? Have we met before?"

"I haven't seen him before." Lincoln smiled: "But just because you haven't seen him before doesn't mean you don't know him. Lu Mingfei's name is very famous."

Lincoln's words made Lu Mingfei even more confused: "Is my name very famous? Many people know me?"

"It's much more than you think." Lincoln patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder: "You should know it later."

Lu Mingfei keenly heard the meaning of leaving in Lincoln's tone, and his mood became a little urgent: "Can I ask? How did you just turn that steel pipe into that?"

Lincoln fell silent, and when Lu Mingfei felt that he shouldn't ask a question, he spoke: "Do you want to learn?"

"Of course..." Lu Mingfei almost couldn't wait to give the answer, but just when he was about to blurt it out, he hesitated again.

Lincoln looked at him and smiled, took out a vibranium business card and put it in his hand: "Don't rush to give me the answer. If you think about it, you can use this to find me."

Lu Mingfei was stunned as he held the unique-textured business card in his hand. When he came to his senses, Lincoln's figure had quietly disappeared.

He was a little disappointed because he knew that his hesitation might have caused him to miss something, but when he put the business card into his pocket, he became the bad boy again.

After hesitating on the roadside for a moment, Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered that he had not gotten back the Internet fee he had paid at the Internet cafe.

Thinking of the appearance of those people in the Internet cafe, he hesitated for a moment, gave up the idea of ​​going back to ask for Internet fees, lowered his head and walked towards home.

The dragon blood rated S-level is not uniquely reflected in Lu Mingfei. His results are not impressive, his physical fitness is not strong, and he is not even mentally firm and confident enough.

He is a person who exiles himself from all living beings and denies himself.

In the past, Lincoln might not have paid more attention to such a bad boy, but now, he had a unique idea.

...

Kassel Academy.

Lu Mingfei, who is suspected to have an S-level bloodline, has long been noticed by people in the academy.

Before Lu Mingfei himself knew it, the dean of Cassel College had already firmly believed that Lu Mingfei would become a member of the college. In this case, everyone who had close contact with Lu Mingfei

will be directly noticed by the people of Kassel.

The existence of Norma gave Kassel a unique advantage in network monitoring, and he could observe the situation around Lu Mingfei from various places.

The situation in the Internet cafe was obviously beyond expectations. Even Norma, a supercomputer, could not complete any calculations on Lincoln.

After all the information about Lincoln was compiled, it appeared in front of Angers, the dean of Cassel College: "An abnormal individual has appeared."

"Abnormal individual?" Angers put down the cup in his hand and opened the folder compiled by Norma.

Behind the crisp mouse, the video starts playing.

The figure that was spit out directly from the void, the power of rubbing the steel pipe into an iron ball with bare hands, and the final words spoken by Lincoln and Lu Mingfei, there are no private secrets in the information age.

However, this sentence failed with Lincoln.

Norma checked all the networks she could access, but could not find any information about Lincoln, not even a shred, as if Lincoln was not from this world.

The place where he first appeared was an Internet cafe, and the first person he came into close contact with was Lu Mingfei, who was of S-level descent.

The short video soon came to an end. After being separated from Lu Mingfei, even if Norma called all the surrounding surveillance cameras, she could no longer capture any trace of Lincoln, as if the purpose of his appearance this time was specifically for Lu Mingfei.

It’s not because of this rare S-level bloodline.

Angers was silent, tapping his fingers lightly on the solid wood tabletop: "Can you analyze what his ability is?"

"It's not certain at the moment." Norma's voice was calm: "Ignore the process of his appearance and only consider the power of deforming the steel pipe with his bare hands and the strength of his skin. His speaking spirit may be a bronze throne or immortal."

"If combined with the analysis of his sudden appearance and disappearance, the conclusion is that he may have a higher-level speech spirit, or may be related to dragons."

There was very little information about Lincoln, and Norma's imagination was not wide enough.

So much so that they never imagined that Lincoln was not actually a person from this world, but a traveler who suddenly appeared. Of course, the traveler's power could not be perfectly classified into the system of words and spirits.

Although there are many errors in the conclusion, the final result is actually the same. Angers decided to take a trip to Shilan City in person.

Lu Mingfei's S-class bloodline already carries enough weight. If Lincoln is added to the mix as a suspected 'dragon', Ange doesn't mind flying a private jet and traveling thousands of miles to slay a dragon.

However, Professor Guderian's mood may not be so good.

Originally, he had started to book a plane ticket to Shilan City, preparing to meet the rare S-class blood Lu Mingfei, but before he could be happy for two or three seconds, Norma told him that the ticket had been cancelled.

The principal who was either slaying a dragon or thinking about slaying a dragon decided to leave for Shilan City in person.

Guderian would never believe that Angers was for Lu Mingfei, but what could he say? After all, he was just a little professor.

Rather than a 'madman' who dared to charge directly at the Dragon King with a knife.

...

Lu Mingfei, who was worried about gains and losses, resumed his normal life after separating from Lincoln.

The only difference was that he changed the Internet cafe where he used the Internet, and he always carried a metal business card in his pocket that could not change at all no matter how hard he tried.

He already regretted his hesitation that day, but looking at the metal business card in his hand, which was obviously not a conventional technological product, Lu Mingfei didn't know how to contact Lincoln with this business card that did not record a phone number.