The Black Book

With a vague guess in his mind, Zhu Haomiao observed carefully without making a sound and found that the contestants wearing other badges also followed this principle. Most of them were silver, and only a very small number were gold and bronze.

And those wearing gold badges were obviously more confident, and they looked radiant in their gestures, and it was obvious that they had never been beaten.

On the contrary, those wearing bronze badges were more low-key. As for the black iron badge...

Zhu Haomiao looked at the overall situation and found that except for some wild players who did not wear badges, his black iron [Dragon Badge] was the worst.

Forget it, I am not at the bottom of the contempt chain. Some people don’t even have a badge!

After comforting himself, Zhu Haomiao ignored the curious eyes of the people around him and strode towards the entrance of [Boundary Pass]. Soon it was his turn to enter.

"Zhu Haomiao, No. 167, enter from the [door] on the third floor."

I don’t know what method was used, the staff just glanced at his [Dragon Badge], and the machine next to him spit out a small note, which clearly described the next process.

Taking the note from the staff, Zhu Haomiao looked at the ordinary three-story building in front of him, took a deep breath, and stepped into it with some excitement.

On the third floor, through a long corridor, the boy saw a gorgeous door frame standing alone in the center of the hall.

Inside the door frame was a chaotic film that was wriggling like water waves, and colorful streamers invisible to the naked eye surged and disappeared on the film, attracting people to step into it.

This is the gap between illusion and reality, the [portal] that communicates reality and dreams? !

Without making a sound and observing carefully, Zhu Haomiao watched the person in front of him pass through the film and disappear into the door, and then heard his name.

"Next Zhu Haomiao, expected to leave in 60 seconds, please get ready."

Hu~

Take a deep breath, Zhu Haomiao follows the staff's instructions and comes to the [door] to stand, quietly waiting for the countdown.

Sixty seconds passed in a flash, and after hearing the staff's instructions, Zhu Haomiao stepped into the door.

As if he had passed through an invisible water film, Zhu Haomiao felt dizzy and felt a sense of weightlessness and falling. His five senses and consciousness gradually became chaotic.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dilapidated and ancient temple.

The doors and windows had long been rotten, and even the beams above his head had collapsed in half.

The cold wind blew from the dilapidated cave, causing a pile of bonfires on the ground to sway left and right, and it was about to fall.

With the light of the bonfire, Zhu Haomiao came to the door and looked out, and found that the courtyard outside the house was overgrown with weeds, and only the roots of the courtyard wall in the distance were left.

And looking out again, you can only see a forest with heavy shadows, like a demon with fangs and claws that makes people feel cold.

Where was this born?

Zhu Haomiao frowned slightly, recalling the shallow and limited extraordinary knowledge.

First of all, after the "foreign objects" in reality enter the fantasy realm, they will combine with the laws of heaven and earth and be born into an identity that conforms to the rules.

The higher the destiny, the more noble the status of birth, and I...

Looking down at the washed and patched clothes, Zhu Haomiao completely gave up on Gao Tianming.

Others started with a dog, and all the equipment was picked up.

Not only did I have no equipment, I didn't even have a dog!

Looking at the whole body, only the [Dragon Emblem] on the chest was faintly shining with metallic luster, and Zhu Haomiao sighed helplessly.

Luckily I still have the [Black Book].

Raising his hand and grabbing in the air, a black light quietly bloomed in the palm of his hand, condensing into an ancient and heavy mysterious book.

With a thought, the [Black Book] silently unfolded, and Zhu Haomiao found that some subtle changes had occurred in it.

Every page before became dim, and on the back of each of them, new mirror text appeared.

[Zhu Haomiao]

Bloodline: Mortal

Class: Original Sin

Virtual Lifespan: 89

Dao Heart: LV.1 (92/100)

[Spirit]: 0.7

[Agility]: 0.6

[Strength]: 0.5

[Essence]: 0.4

[Qi]: 0.4

[Body]: 0.5

Dao Heart and the six-dimensional attributes in reality are brought into the fantasy realm, but the seven [Original Sins] are all reset to zero. What's more interesting is that the lifespan has become a virtual lifespan, which seems to imply that this page is not Reality...

[Greed]: LV.0 (0/50)

[Jealousy]: LV.0 (0/50)

[Anger]: LV.0 (0/50)

[Gluttony]: LV.0 (0/50)

[Lust]: LV.0 (0/50)

[Laziness]: LV.0 (0/50)

[Arrogance]: LV.0 (0/50)

In a trance, Zhu Haomiao had a kind of enlightenment that the front of the page represents reality and the back represents illusion.

The information generated on the back is a mirror image of the front page representing reality, and they influence each other. It is also a channel for supernatural forces to penetrate into reality.

He subconsciously clenched his fist to urge it. The LV.2 level [Anger] supernatural power in reality did not disappear. A violent and uncontrollable force began to accumulate and brew in his body.

Huh~

Exhaling a breath of foul air, Zhu Haomiao dispersed his power, reabsorbed the [Book of Black] into his soul, and sat by the campfire to resist the night's chill.

Now the basic situation is roughly clear, and I will go out to explore the area where I am now tomorrow.

According to my own cognition, culture, religion, language, customs, writing and other implicit conditions, I am most likely born in China.

The only thing that worries people is that the Chinese land at the end of the 19th century was a time of chaos, with monsters everywhere, not to mention that it was a magical enhanced version...

While thinking about future plans, Zhu Haomiao suddenly heard a tired call from not far away.

"Is there anyone inside?"

Not long after, two figures came into view with crutches and supported each other.

They were a ragged couple. The husband was pale and thin, but he carried all the rags on his back, just because his wife was pregnant.

The couple slowly approached the ruined temple and stood outside the firelight, looking inside with some fear.

"Please be kind to the uncle inside. My wife is pregnant and can't stand the wind and rain. Please give us two a place to shelter from the wind and rain..."

Listening to the husband's pleading, Zhu Haomiao sighed.

"Come in."

Hearing this, the couple looked at each other happily.

"Thank you, young master. May you be blessed as vast as the East Sea and live as long as the South Mountain!"

Hearing Zhu Haomiao's childish voice, the couple hurriedly thanked him.

At the same time, Zhu Haomiao found that his voice had become more tender, and his body seemed to have shrunk a little.

Birth roughly corresponds to the actual physiological stage, so I went back from the late adolescence to the early adolescence?

Touching his cheek, the touch of his hand was soft and tender, and Zhu Haomiao nodded thoughtfully.

The couple who entered the ruined temple huddled in a corner far away, as if they were afraid of offending the teenager, and did not dare to approach at all.

"Hey, do you know where we are now?"

Seeing the two huddled in the distance to keep warm, Zhu Haomiao asked slowly.