I might be a fake Ultraman.

"It seems that there is some special power under the Milky Ocean that pulled me into this world."

Baili Yuan was sitting in the car. It was pouring rain outside and there was no one around him. After he determined the reason for his current situation, he began to quickly check his own condition.

"I'm not injured, and the tooth marks on my arm from the Sky-Howling Dog have disappeared, but my strength has been suppressed to the level of an ordinary person. In other words, is this body still my original body?"

"The system cannot be called, the stand has no sense, the dimensional pet cannot be summoned, and the Eye of God is gone. It's the same as logging into someone else's account."

"But... the transformation device is still on me."

"And new identification..."

Baili Yuan took out the extra things he had on him, some knives, a driver's license, a flashlight, and a self-defense dagger.

Well, the perfect starter kit.

When he opened the driver's license, he saw Baili Yuan's photo on it, but the name on it was "Pete Yuan Kovacs".

"I feel like I have replaced someone's identity. This person should be a resident of the Lighthouse Country. In other words, this is a place in the Lighthouse Country? Or, in other words, a place that seems to be there but is not?"

"But there's no doubt that I don't have a good way of coping at the moment and I'm stuck here."

“In fact, this may just be the beginning. Because I have replaced someone’s identity, I will then embark on the same path that the person I replaced would have taken. Whether the end of the path is life or death is unknown.”

All the abnormal situations in front of him naturally did not make Baili Yuan panic. He himself had experienced many strange things. He knew that only by staying calm could he deal with the crisis that might happen next.

Moreover, in this situation, he had heard of similar precedents before and had seen similar records in the library of Yuncheng College.

This situation is called "echoes of history". It refers to the fact that some historical fragments will be cut out under the influence of special forces and will not become the past. Instead, they will be repeated like copies and become an independent field.

All those who mistakenly enter it will replace the identity of a certain person in the historical fragment, and then be driven by history, or even lose themselves and become puppets of history.

Baili Yuan is lucky that he has not forgotten his identity. It may also be because Baili Yuan is strong enough.

There are generally two ways to solve the problem.

One is to rely on powerful force to destroy this area and break through by force.

The second is to experience history and complete one's own "script." But there is a possibility of death.

The second way naturally involves risks, because if the person being replaced has a history of death, then when the plot of death comes, the people trapped in history will feel what it means to be "rolled by the wheels of history" and what it means to have "the heaviness of history."

Of course, as long as we find a way or possess special powers, it is not impossible to "change history".

Conversely, there may also be people who do not have a death plot, but who commit suicide by "changing history".

Baili Yuan cannot guarantee that he can break through the echoes of history after his transformation, but he can try to use the power of transformation to prevent any accidents.

"I hope I won't die. However, what I hope most is that this place is not the so-called echo of history, but just a special illusion area."

But Baili Yuan knew that his intuition had always been sharp.

This is the intuition of the strengthened power of destiny.

……

After checking the items on his body, Baili Yuan tried to start the car again to make sure that it could still be used normally.

Instead of leaving the car rashly, he turned on the car radio, wanting to learn about the situation through the radio, such as the world background.

He actually found the radio. A deep voice came from the radio, telling a story of the past.

[In 1957, a foreign poet who had risked his life disappeared from the face of the earth, leaving behind only a poem as evidence that he had gazed into the abyss. The brave men who did not believe in evil would probably regard this poem as a mysterious challenge. But in the end, they all discovered without exception that this poem was actually the epitaph of the deceased——]

[The breeze of April in a hundred years dispels her fragrance;]

[The thousand-year-old October rain washed away her footprints;]

[The erosion of the ruthless years tried to erase all the ancient memories of her existence;]

[However, wherever Idhaila goes, the mountains and rivers will not forget! ]

【…】

[Sizzle——]

Boom——

After the lightning, a deafening thunder rang in Baili Yuan's ears. The radio also completely lost its sound, leaving only the disturbing sound of electric current.

The next second, a series of banging sounds were heard outside the car window beside Baili Yuan.

Baili Yuan suddenly turned his head to look out the car window, and saw two men wearing rain capes and cowboy hats in the heavy rain. One of them was banging hard on the driver's side window.

He carefully rolled down the car window, and the heavy rain outside fell into the car through the gaps in the window. Baili Yuan tried to talk to the two people outside the window.

"who are you?"

"Hello, sir. We are the staff responsible for managing the bridge. Do you want to cross the bridge?" The person who spoke was very polite and showed his work ID.

This made Baili Yuan feel a little relieved, but he still secretly held a dagger for self-defense.

Because no one can guarantee whether there will be "plot kills".

Baili Yuan asked the two why they came, "What do you want?"

"Fortunately, you didn't cross the bridge. Today, a nearby bridge collapsed and three people drowned. We received a notice from above to block the bridge and no traffic is allowed. We are deeply sorry for the inconvenience caused to you."

"Oh, it's okay." Baili Yuan replied casually. He could barely see through the car window the shaky little bridge in the turbulent river. Even if he was allowed to pass, he didn't dare to go over.

Anyone who knows about the maintenance of the Lighthouse Country's infrastructure knows it. Not to mention a small bridge like this, even a large bridge that cost tens of billions of dollars to build will collapse.

However, thinking of something, Baili Yuan suddenly asked, "What should I do next?"

The two maintenance workers looked at each other, as if trying to guess what Baili Yuan meant.

The person who was talking to Baili Yuan thought for a moment and said, "If you really want to cross the river... there is an old bridge five miles upstream. The river there is not too wide, but the bridge leads to a small town called Mirando."

Another person said, "If you really want to go that way, I suggest you don't stay in Milan for too long. The people there have always been unwelcoming to outsiders."

"Is that so?"

It's a rainy day, in a mysterious town, outsiders are not welcome...the buffs are stacked up.

"Thank you, I know what to do now."

Then, Baili Yuan drove the car downstream without hesitation. (End of this chapter)