Chapter 2: The Eve of the Riot
Grass, a kind of plant.
I finally get another chance to live, but I’m about to die under the Valkyrie’s sword again?
Yang Ming felt that he needed to save himself.
He began to carefully review this body's recent memories, trying to find some information that might be useful to him.
Unfortunately, Yang Ming found the Imperial Martial God Plan in Handon's memory and confirmed the existence of the Valkyrie.
Fortunately, Henton's life in the last two years had been quite monotonous, so it did not take much effort to read through it.
Hanton's recent memory can be summarized simply as:
a medal;
two mistresses;
Three wishes.
Yang Ming was already very sleepy at this moment, so he simply fell asleep; when Yang Ming woke up again, he was able to open his eyes, but he continued to close them and pretend to be asleep.
If you want to survive on this research ship, you must play the role of Hanton well.
Only by staying alive can Yang Ming figure out why he appeared in the world of "The Abyss" and have the opportunity to explore the connection between the earth explosion and this holographic game.
Let’s first look at the three wishes of this silly Hanton:
1. I hope to gain the appreciation of Professor Kigrof and get the opportunity to transform myself into a powerful warrior.
Second, I hope to be transferred back to the Prime or other wealthy and stable areas of the empire when I am thirty years old, and switch to being a sheriff in a city with a rich nightlife.
3. Hope to marry an imperial noble. Only female nobles are allowed.
For these three wishes, Yang Ming, who occupied this body, could only say sorry.
He could go and help fulfill the second wish, if he had the chance.
But forget about the first and third wishes.
Why don't you act like a normal person and instead become a biochemical fascia monster that is neither human nor ghost?
This is not the aesthetic that Yang Ming can accept at this stage.
Moreover, when Yang Ming was playing "Abyss", he spent half of his time hanging out in the Empire camp. Among the Imperial aristocratic NPCs he came into contact with, the purest female aristocrat had three or four lovers!
Marrying a noble woman...does he want to evolve directly to the point where he can use photosynthesis to provide nutrients for survival?
anyway.
This world is so real.
Yang Ming could breathe freely, and when he opened his eyes just now, there was no inevitable wide-angle distortion at the edge of his vision caused by the holographic glasses.
What about the attribute board?
What about the attribute board where you can view your own attributes by clicking on it?
In the game "Abyss", the attribute panel button, which is retained even in the simplest interactive interface, is now nowhere to be found.
Yang Ming felt that he was in a real world.
This understanding gradually became clear and firm.
After reading Hanton’s three wishes, look at those… two mistresses.
Space travel is so lonely.
In this small, maze-like cabin, on this scientific research ship that usually cannot return to its home port for more than half a year after leaving port, men and women with physical needs are attracted to each other's biological factors, some wonderful stories happen, and reproduction rituals are rehearsed... This is really normal.
Everyone is used to these things. As long as it does not delay work, there will be no trouble, and there is no need to worry about each other after leaving the spacecraft.
Yang Ming watched the short movie in the memory fragment for a while, and soon felt something strange in his body.
Be sound .
This is very good.
He quickly sealed up this part of his memory to avoid any uncontrollable physical phenomena.
As for 'a medal', that's much simpler.
Because Hanton has been working diligently and has completed several high-risk tasks with flying colors, he recently received a "thorn flower" medal, which is equivalent to a little red flower in kindergarten.
At this point, Yang Ming fell into a long silence.
The earth exploded, and he was resurrected in the background world of the game "Abyss", and it was at least thirty years before the game was launched. He became the hardworking and lucky third mate on this scientific research ship.
But the survival crisis has not been resolved.
The Valkyrie's rebellion was like a dark cloud hovering over Yang Ming's head.
To stop the Valkyrie's rebellion?
Or before that, should I find a chance to leave this research ship?
Yang Ming tried hard to analyze.
The first priority now is to determine how much time is left before the Valkyrie launches the riot.
If there are still a few years before the rebellion breaks out, then he doesn't need to be too nervous, as there will be plenty of opportunities to escape from this vortex.
'Timing is of the essence.'
Yang Ming did not continue reading Hanton's memory fragments. He decided to find a calendar himself; using this self-imposed small task as the beginning of his new life.
You always have to find a way to integrate into this familiar yet unfamiliar environment.
This research vessel is conducting evil human experiments that cannot be seen in public. To maintain confidentiality, the use of any network terminals is prohibited inside the vessel, and no one's work clothes are allowed to have any extra electronic items.
'You can find the calendar when you return to your cabin.'
——A fairly decent novice guidance mission.
Yang Ming sat up slowly, still feeling slightly dizzy.
The reason this body was injured was because it hit its head while working outside and repairing the stern stabilizer of the scientific research ship. It must have a concussion.
Yang Ming looked down at this future body.
So strong!
Refers to the pectoral muscles.
His bulging chest muscles almost burst through the white vest, his two sturdy thighs were filled with light blue military trousers, and there were beige leather boots next to him.
In fact, Hanton holds a second-level combat mecha operator qualification certificate, graduated from a regular military academy, and has participated in more than a dozen small battles.
Yang Ming bent down and put on his boots, looking around the narrow medical room filled with various instruments and cabinets, feeling the simulated gravity coming from the floor.
There is an oval window above the head, and outside the window is a gorgeous nebula.
He was stunned for a while.
It was not until he heard the sound of footsteps behind the curtain beside him that Yang Ming came back to his senses and cleared his eyes of confusion.
A middle-aged female doctor with long light blond hair pulled open the curtain.
She has facial features similar to those of a mixed Eastern and Western person on Earth, with dignified facial features and a very slim figure, except for the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes that cannot be covered up.
Hanton was very familiar with the physician.
Lina, the onboard doctor of this scientific research vessel, is responsible for taking care of the health of hundreds of crew members and soldiers, and has a very gentle personality.
"How do you feel, Hamton?" asked Dr. Lina.
"Not bad. Do I have any underlying illness?"
"You are healthy, but you cannot do strenuous activities right now, and you need to avoid collisions when walking."
Dr. Lina handed over a transparent bag containing a dozen yellow capsules.
"Go back to your cabin and continue to rest. You've slept here long enough. If you have a headache or feel dizzy, take a pill. It will help you get relief quickly."
"Thanks."
Yang Ming said in a low voice.
He remembered something and didn't continue talking to Lina.
It would be a bit awkward to suddenly ask others what year it is in the Imperial Calendar.
After leaving the infirmary safely, Yang Ming walked with his head down in the corridor where only three people could walk side by side.
The corridor seems to have no end, and a narrow hatch can be seen every few meters. The peephole on the hatch has biometric recognition function, and inside is the single dormitory for senior crew members and officers.
Fortunately, although the third mate was a technical laborer, he was also considered a senior crew member.
The infirmary was right at the edge of the senior crew dormitory area. Yang Ming walked around two corners and arrived at the door of his dormitory. He had already calculated the background time when "Abyss" would be launched.
Yang Ming is considered a hardcore player, and the galactic time conversion mechanism of " Abyss " has also been a hot topic among players.
The game was launched in the [753rd year of the Imperial calendar], and thirty years ago it was the [723rd year of the Imperial calendar].
The description in the background of the copy is a bit vague, it just says that a riot took place thirty years ago, but there is no specific year, month or day.
The biometric identification was successfully passed, and the iron door in front of me slowly opened, revealing the true appearance of a dormitory with an area of ten square meters.
It's quite clean, probably because women often stay overnight here.
Yang Ming closed the cabin door, ran straight to the desk, grabbed the long electronic clock and started pressing buttons. He found it effortless to read the language and numbers on it.
Yang Ming also realized later that the language he had heard and spoken before was the universal language of the Galaxy, and there was no obstacle at all.
Oh, thanks, Hanton.
Let me see how long it will take until the 723rd of the new calendar...
He had already pulled up the calendar, squinted his eyes to observe, and then froze in place.
Gregorian calendar 724, 01, 22.
Damn!
It was last year.
