Chapter 1: Damn! I want to quit the group!
"This is incredible! I write so well, but I only have 56 subscriptions. This is outrageous!"
Wang Ping looked at the first order data of only 56 in the writer's backstage on the computer and felt a little frustrated.
Wang Ping, as his name suggests, led an ordinary life.
I completed nine years of compulsory education and then went to a junior college.
After graduation, I worked as a waiter and a screwdriver.
His girlfriend thought he was incompetent and had no ambition, so she ran away with someone else.
This is also what made him frustrated and immersed in the world of novels.
Whenever he saw an author poisoning him, he would complain about whether the author could write novels.
Then, he heard others say that writing novels was very profitable, and he thought to himself that he had been reading novels for so many years, so all he needed to do to write a novel was to have hands.
And then, nothing happened.
He spent countless efforts from being unable to hold back his farts at the beginning to finally being able to write books relatively fluently later on.
However, after the first book was put on the shelves, the first orders were in the single digits, which almost made him collapse.
This second book, although much better than the first, is also frustrating.
Most importantly, he no longer had the money to stay in his rented house and devote himself to writing novels.
"Alas, as expected, every industry is not easy."
Wang Ping looked at the instant noodles on the messy computer desk, smoked a cigarette, sighed deeply, and looked up at the ceiling in confusion.
Now, he is twenty-five years old, and he doesn't know how to live the rest of his life.
At the age of 25, with no savings and an orphan, there was probably no hope of getting married.
If you get sick, it would be like the sky falling.
"This Earth OL is such a shitty thing, I don't want to play it!"
Wang Ping blew out a puff of smoke and muttered depressedly.
"Ding, the time traveler chat group invites you to join, do you want to join now?"
Just at this moment, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Wang Ping's mind.
Then, a light blue virtual screen appeared in front of Wang Ping.
Above, there are options of 'yes' and 'no'.
"!!!"
This brought Wang Ping back to his senses. He couldn't help but rub his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating and hearing hallucinations.
However, when he wiped his eyes several times and found that the light blue screen in front of him had not disappeared, he couldn't help but get excited.
"Chat group!?"
"It turns out that I am also a winner in life with a golden finger! It's just that this golden finger came so late."
Wang Ping rubbed his hands excitedly.
In fact, many protagonists of novels are mediocre, and then they get a golden finger when they are at their loneliest, and from then on they soar to the top of their lives.
I guess this is the case with him as well.
However, group chat is a somewhat outdated trick in today's online literature world.
Moreover, the cheat codes are usually sent to the group in chat groups, not to individuals.
If it is a chat group with a harmonious atmosphere and mutual help, then it would be great.
If it is a chat group with serious intrigue, it will be very troublesome.
"Who cares? Even if it's the Dark Wind chat group, as long as I stay calm and lower my desires, it won't be a big problem."
Wang Ping muttered to himself.
The world he lives in is just an ordinary world. He relies on chat groups to make his body stronger, make some money, and enjoy life.
That's right, even if he joined the chat group, he just wanted to live a relatively rich, happy and peaceful life.
Although this is a bit unambitious, it is many times better than the previous days.
Of course, this is based on the situation that he joins a chat group with a not-so-good atmosphere. If it is a chat group with a very good atmosphere, he will still fantasize about things like supernatural powers and immortality.
As thoughts surged, Wang Ping chose "yes".
"Ding, congratulations on joining the time traveler chat group. The time travel will begin in half an hour, please be mentally prepared."
The system 's voice sounded, and Wang Ping was stunned.
"Travel through time? What the hell is this?"
While Wang Ping was stunned, new messages appeared in the chat group.
"Ding, congratulations to group member No. 66 Wang Ping for joining the time traveler chat group."
"Ding, congratulations to group member No. 67 Chen Kang for joining the time traveler chat group."
With the appearance of these two group messages, the group became lively.
Wu Jun (20): “Hey, two new people here at once? Welcome, welcome!”
Liu Mei (15): “Two more unlucky people? How pitiful.”
Zhang Hu (5): "A moment of silence. I don't know if these two people can survive."
Fang Yun (3): "It's difficult. Of the last ten newcomers, none of them survived. It's so tragic."
…
"???"
Looking at the chat content in the chat group, Wang Ping was a little confused.
Huh!?
What do the members of this chat group mean by this? Do people often die in this group?
Just when Wang Ping was about to speak, another newcomer interrupted.
Chen Kang (67): "Dear senior time travelers, what's going on with the recent death of ten newcomers? Is there something wrong with this group? Horror.jpg."
Fang Yun: "Hehe, you understood it pretty quickly. You knew this was a chat group for time travelers , so you called us time travelers seniors. Just as you said, this group does have pitfalls, and they are huge pitfalls."
Chen Kang (67): “…”
Wang Ping (66): “…”
Zhang Hu (5): "The number after the name will tell us our order of joining the group. Then, you can look at the group member list to see how many people are left."
As soon as Zhang Hu opened his mouth, Wang Ping quickly looked at the group list.
Then he saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.
Group members 7/67.
A series of black portraits and names.
Doesn't this mean that, out of a total of sixty-five group members that joined before, only five are still alive now?
This mortality rate is ridiculously high!
For a moment, Wang Ping felt numb and panic began to grow wildly.
I thought it was a golden finger, but who would have thought that it was actually a death talisman.
Wang Ping (66 ): “…Is it too late for me to quit the group now?”
Chen Kang (67): "…upstairs +1"
Liu Mei (15): “Haha, no. Once you join the group, there is no way back. I think that instead of panicking, you should prepare for the crossing in half an hour. That way, your chances of survival might be a little higher. Of course, it’s only a little bit.”
Wang Ping: “…Why do you say that?”
Liu Mei (15): "The time travel you imagine is probably not soul travel, but having a good family, or at worst, a classic orphan start."
Chen Kang (67): “Isn’t it?”
Liu Mei: "Haha, of course not. The real start is that this chat group randomly chooses a world and throws you there. In other words, your identity is completely illegal. In the eyes of people in the other world, you are just an illegal alien with strange clothes and even a different language. I don't need to say more about the consequences."
