Chapter 1 Fang Xian
Life cannot be repeated.
But there may not be another life after death!
Fang Xian knew this very well, because he himself was a 'traveler'.
After dying in the previous life, I came to this world.
In the early morning, the alarm clock rang on time.
Fang Xian got up, washed up, and looked at his pale face in the mirror, as well as his eyes with dark circles and bags under them. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, muttering to himself, "Who said that traveling through time and space will definitely give you a golden finger and make you rich?"
He proved with his experience of traveling through time for more than 20 years that even if a salted fish travels through time, it is still a salted fish!
This is a world with advanced technology, where one can even travel between stars, and the level of civilization is far beyond that of the previous life.
Therefore, projects like traveling back to ancient times to make a fortune, and using traditional fertilizer and steel-making methods can be directly shot down - nonsense!
Because historical development is completely different, those who want to follow the trend and reap the benefits of urban economic development have no hope - bad review!
As for moving civilization classics?
Haha… Fang Xian was so sad that he found out that he couldn’t even memorize the first chapter of the Four Great Classics! If he just remembered the plot outline, he wouldn’t have the writing skills to interpret it perfectly.
Needless to say, this interstellar civilization world has an abundance of spiritual food, and there are countless masters and famous people. It is simply wishful thinking to want to become famous in one fell swoop!
The most important thing is that Fang Xian discovered that there was something wrong with his mentality. In summary, being a salted fish is not scary, what is scary is that one's heart has also become a salted fish.
"It's fine to live in the lower class all your life. Every day you live longer is a gain anyway... A simple life is the real life, and living a life of mediocrity is a blessing..."
After hypnotizing himself in an Ah Q style, Fang Xian easily accepted the fact that he was a loser in life. He quickly filled his stomach and opened the door.
He was in a two-story cement building. The second floor was where people lived, and the first floor was a storefront. On the slightly old sign was printed five dim, large characters: "Fang Ji Pawn Shop."
This is Fang Xian’s greatest asset and daily income.
"It's a pity... With so many undeveloped planets, real estate is not worth much... Oh, why should I think so much? I should work hard to make money every day, go on blind dates, marry a wife who is not so pretty but still acceptable, have a few children, and my life will just pass by like that..."
Fang Xian looked at the deserted hall and made himself a pot of tea, not caring at all.
His pawn shop was like that, with basically no business, and he didn't have enough to eat every day but he wasn't starving either.
"It seems that there is no business today. Why don't I just close the shop and go online? I still have a task in "Legends of the Past"..."
In this technologically advanced world, 100% virtual reality games have already appeared, giving people an immersive experience. This has created countless addicts in civilian areas. Some people cannot even distinguish between virtual and reality. They get married directly in the game and plan to spend their whole lives as internet addicts.
Although Fang Xian was not obsessed with this, he could not avoid relying on spiritual food to pass the time.
"Hehe... maybe this is what those elite district bosses meant. In order to relieve stress and conflicts, they use virtual games to numb the lower class like us. Sigh... social class, civilization development..."
He murmured, then smiled bitterly : "So what if I can see clearly? I'm just a nobody. I don't have the power, and I don't have the mood. Whatever you want..."
Fang Xian drank a sip of fragrant tea in a very 'sad' mood, and was about to close the door to play games, when suddenly, a figure flashed at the door, and a tall and thin middle-aged man walked in.
He was about thirty or forty years old, with messy hair like a bird's nest, sunken cheeks and bloodshot eyes.
"How long have you been playing this game?"
Fang Xian secretly complained in his heart, but a gentle smile appeared on his face: "My dear, are you pawning or redeeming it?"
"pawn!"
The middle-aged man threw a small black cloth bag on the table. When he opened it, there was an antique paper book inside.
"Hey... an antique..."
Fang Xian was delighted.
In this era, the way of storing information has long become various electronic media. This kind of paper book is really rare . However, there seems to be a retro trend in the upper-class community recently. This kind of ancient book can be decorated and sent to a large auction house to get a good price.
In the antique business, it's like you can close for three years but make a profit for three years after you open it.
His expression remained unchanged, he put on gloves and began to examine it carefully.
The book cover was a dark color, and Fang Xian could not recognize the words on it.
After opening it, I found the paper inside a bit strange, light yellow in color and quite thick. Even with gloves on, it felt indescribable to the touch.
"Parchment? Only seven pages, thinner than expected... But the text, is it an alien language?"
There are too many languages and scripts developed on a planet, but Fang Xian can confirm that this is probably not the language of this planet.
He frowned and asked, "If it is difficult to decipher, we cannot confirm the content, origin, rare edition or unique edition... The price is... I wonder if the customer wants to pawn it alive or dead?"
"Damn it, I never want to see it again..."
The middle-aged man's lips were trembling, and his eyes seemed to reveal an extremely frightened emotion.
"Isn't it stolen goods?"
Fang Xian's heart trembled, but he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he used his eloquent tongue to bargain hard, and finally bought the ancient book at a very reasonable price.
"I made money. I really made money today!"
After seeing the middle-aged man off, Fang Xian stopped doing business and simply closed the door. With a hint of excitement on his face, he carefully studied the treasures he had received.
"Hmm... I can't find it online. It seems to be a very niche language..."
Looking at the countless black earthworm-like words, Fang Xian suddenly felt dizzy.
The distorted font and inexplicable color seemed to have life and began to slowly wriggle.
"interesting……"
Fang Xian knew that there was a pattern called "peripheral drift illusion" on the Internet, which was static but gave people the impression of dynamic effect.
The text of this book seems to have some meaning in this regard.
He took off his gloves and touched the book, and the indescribable feeling became even stronger.
Fang Xian's thoughts began to wander unconsciously as he pondered the origin of this ancient book.
Hiss…hiss…
A burst of noise appeared in his ears and illusions seemed to appear before his eyes.
It was a trembling hand, and its owner looked mad, copying something from a huge book.
Around the huge book is an altar filled with blood and viscera, creating a terrifying atmosphere.
The scene changes, and the manuscript begins to circulate among different people, bringing them terrible fate.
Eventually, it was pawned by its previous owner and fell into his hands.
"Is this... an illusion? I've played too many games and can't tell the difference between virtual and reality, right? I don't want to go to a mental hospital... And this book, the Book of Doom? Maybe it's a good gimmick, but why do I think it's a copy?"
Fang Xian kept panting, his expression constantly changing: "Give it a name... "The Unknown Book"? "The Mysterious Land Secret Scripture"? No, no, it's better to call it "The Dongxuan Secret Record Manuscript", eh?"
He looked at the black book cover and his expression suddenly froze.
He saw that the characters that were originally twisted like earthworms kept wriggling and combining in his eyes, becoming understandable, forming the six big characters "Dongxuan Secret Records Manuscript"...
