World Traveler

In a paradise, under a peach tree, there is a chessboard, and two figures, one big and one small, are playing against each other.

He held the black piece in the air, hesitated for a long time, and slowly threw it into the chess box. He looked at Yanan opposite him, shook his head, and gave up his futile resistance.

"I lost."

After saying this, Rui Xing felt that she had lost control of this dream.

At this moment, she seemed to have really become a little girl without any magical power.

"That's normal. You're definitely going to lose with your level of strength."

As soon as Yanan opened his mouth, the ethereal aura on his body instantly disappeared. With a wave of his hand, he removed the chessboard from the table and replaced it with a cup of hot tea and a cup of coffee.

Rui Xing picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, her brows furrowed in bitterness, but looking at Yanan in front of her, she held the coffee in her mouth for a long time and didn't dare to spit it out.

However, Rui Xing was still very unwilling to accept her defeat and was ready to fight to the death.

"Tsk, what era is this, and they're still the royal family."

Yanan glanced at Ruixing and said contemptuously while sitting aside.

"Do you understand offline monarchy? Do you know about socialism and the free market?"

"Brother, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. It wasn't destiny that chose Mongolia, but Mongolia fought for destiny. If it could fight for it, why can't I?"

The two of them exchanged verbal arguments. Rui Xing talked about righteousness, and Yanan talked to her about fists and feet. Rui Xing talked about development, and Yanan talked to her about magic power. Rui Xing talked about destiny, and Yanan talked to her about supernatural powers.

Ruixing: (?▼Benefit▼)

Yanan: (′?`)

In short, after Yanan was completely crushed in terms of strength, he no longer thought about reasoning with Ruixing.

After all, Yanan is not good at speaking but is better at fighting, so naturally he should play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.

Finally, Rui Xing picked up the coffee in front of her and drank it all in one gulp. The coffee was so bitter that it made her face look like a mask of pain.

Rui Xing swallowed the coffee in her mouth, closed her eyes and waited for the final execution when she suddenly felt something.

He opened his eyes and glanced around, then looked at Yanan in shock.

"Isn't this a dream?!"

"It's a dream."

As if to verify his statement, Yanan waved his hand, causing the surrounding scene to change rapidly.

"No, it's true!"

"You have become an immortal?!"

Although she couldn't believe it, she was very sure of what Rui Xing said.

"Hmm... I'm not sure about that, but it should be considered as becoming an immortal, right?"

"Forget it, don't look at me like that. It's just a fairy, it's nothing."

After saying that, he raised his right hand and flicked Rui Xing on the head, sending her back to the Peach Blossom Land.

"Just stay in jail here. Maybe one day I'll be bored and come to your place for some fun."

Rui Xing got up from the ground, rubbed his forehead, felt his own magical power, and felt it was incredible.

However, when she felt the dream that enveloped the Peach Blossom Spring, she realized that unless she became an immortal, she would never be able to leave this Peach Blossom Spring.

………………

With the help of supernatural powers, the war ended quickly.

When everything was settled, all the turmoil in the court calmed down. Yanan did not achieve this victory by any means of manipulation, but defeated all opponents on the front battlefield.

Therefore, now the world is just like the Kongtong Sect before. All reforms within the empire are being implemented smoothly. No matter whether it is reasonable or not, no matter whose interests are affected, orders must be executed first.

The Industrial Revolution is erupting at an unprecedented speed, and technology is changing at a pace that even ordinary people find difficult to accept.

In particular, with the support of Emperor Yanan, various schools of thought emerged like mushrooms after rain.

About fifteen years later, a piece of news suddenly came from the court.

Emperor Yanan announced his retirement and disappeared with his harem.

People all over the world were shocked. After all, many people grew up listening to Yanan's stories, and naturally knew how much benefit what Yanan did brought to them.

Although there was some chaos in some places, it soon stabilized.

It can only be said that Yanan's self-willed behavior was something no one expected.

………………

In a modern city, Yanan is taking his wife and children to explain how to use these electrical appliances and some modern common sense.

"Computer...cell phone...traffic light..."

In fact, it doesn’t matter if you don’t say it. After all, this dream world was also created by Yanan, and he can even change the rules of this world at any time.

But now that we have come to this, what is a dream?

Is the world that looks like reality a dream?

Is the world of living heroes a dream?

Who knows?

Maybe dreams are a world...

(Finish)

—————Off topic—————

In fact, I still don’t know what kind of story I want to write. Most of the content is what I saw, what I thought, and what I played these days, and I suddenly got inspiration and wrote it down.

At that moment, I didn't think about whether this made sense or was interesting. Or... well... well, I don't know what to say.

I never thought about making money from this, and I don’t have an outline. I was just a little angry that night, and then I couldn’t sleep for several days, so I suddenly wanted to write.

So it turned out like this...not surprising to me.

Plus the B game of Living Hero, I’m too lazy to open it now, it’s just gathering dust in Curry…

So I won’t mention the content of the novel.

Because I can't even evaluate it myself.

sad………

In fact, the people I am most grateful for allowing me to write until now are those who have commented.

Even if it's a bad review, I feel happy because at least I'm not playing a single-player game.

For example, Tian Heng, who loves lemon chicken soup, refused to be interviewed because of cockroaches...

Still very happy?(?^o^?)?

Hey... but when I write it like this, I feel... Damn, I'm such a bad person, brothers. I trusted you so much, but in the end you pooped a big pile.

As for me, you can definitely chat with me, but writing it down is not so good...

I have a lot to say, but I don’t know how to write it.

Just like the content of the novel, I don’t know how to write it.

So, let’s stop here!