Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

"Huh?" Zhou Ning couldn't help but wonder. He didn't seem to have any outstanding performances recently, and this series seemed to come out of nowhere. Could it be that he wasn't the protagonist of this series?

Moreover, during this period of time, I have become accustomed to using my clone to play the role of a charlatan, and I am even more dramatic than the Queen. If this part is cut out, my tall and majestic image in the players' minds will probably collapse naturally.

Even if he is already the king of angels, his heart will definitely be broken.

Zhou Ning opened the forum with a little trepidation and clicked on the pinned post. This time Zhou Ning came earlier, and there were not many replies under the post, but when he opened the TV series, a thick layer of barrage popped up.

"Front row, this series came so suddenly!"

"It's not surprising at all. This is clearly a summary before the main quest. The key to playing games is immersion. Otherwise, what's the point of just going up and killing people when we don't even know what the main quest is about? We might as well just play kimchi."

"What the above person said is very true, but are you sure you were going to attack someone, not be attacked by someone? (Dog head saves life)"

Zhou Ning curled his lips. What he said made sense indeed. The main quest had a too fast pace and he had messed it up. If the players didn't summarize it with their brains, it would be easy for them to be confused.

At the beginning of the scene, the camera switched to Darkland. Countless statues of the Goddess of Life opened their eyes at the same time. Under the largest statue of the Goddess of Life, Archbishop Edward, the villain familiar to the players, stood under the statue with his arms outstretched. A brilliant beam of light hit His head, half dark and half bright.

Layer upon layer of dreams piled up in front of Him. The most obvious one was four layers of dreams stacked in front. One dream was obviously the Darklan Cataclysm, and the evil god Nyastra showed his huge body.

A dreamscape with ancient architectural style. Inside, Zhou Ning saw Jasmine, Louisa, and Archibald. There was also a figure in a dark red coat. They were facing the evil god Nyastra. This seemed to be a retelling of the events that sealed Nyastra thousands of years ago.

The third dream was less clear. Shadowy figures wearing crowns filled the air. Foremost was Charles I, the ancestor of the Charles family. He stood before them, sword in hand, his face solemn. Not far behind him, a flag with the words "Bladenrezer" fell. Fires blazed everywhere. A door was kicked open, and an old man's bones were broken one by one as he uttered a curse:

"Anyone who takes the gold coins of the Bradenrezer family will be punished forever."

As for the last dream, Zhou Ning couldn't help but shudder. It was a scene that seemed to be about to destroy the world. Thunder roared in the sky, and a huge hurricane rolled up countless dark clouds to form a huge vortex. Several blurry golden figures stood above the vortex.

The scene switches to the Golden Oak Herbal Shop. A skinny, gray-haired old man opens the door. Several players surround him and ask to learn herbal medicine skills.

"This is the Professional Master Series!" Seeing this, many players suddenly realized that the previous installment in the Professional Master Series, featuring Master Black, Chief Engineer of the Byron Republic, and his successor, Emlyn, the Spear of Punishment; Master Walrus Craftsman Priestley and his successor, Walrus Dick; Master Blacksmith Colin and his apprentice, Pirate Liu Zhen; and Alchemist Old Turin and his successor, Wayne Stewell, was the final installment. There was no further information after that. Now, should this be a general introduction to the Herbalist Skill Master?

The old man smiled kindly and patiently imparted relevant knowledge. After seeing off the group of players, he stopped smiling, sighed, and his life story gradually emerged in his mind.

Voice-over:

"My name is Matthew Pesa, born in Dockland in 1388. I'm a native Docklander. Perhaps because my whole family worships the Goddess of Life, I've had a talent for herbs and alchemy since I was a child. I've always believed that the fragrance of medicinal herbs is the most beautiful thing in the world. I gradually became the best herbalist and druid in all of Dockland."

"1420 was a memorable year. I saved enough money to open a herbal medicine shop called Golden Oak, and I also met the love of my life. I will never forget the fleeting glimpse of our love. We got married in 1426, and had two sons, Richard and Leandro, in 1431 and 1436 respectively."

The scene switched to Richard and Leonardo when they were infants, especially Leonardo, who was waving a wooden sword when he was a child and liked to play with weather sticks. He looked very cute, which also made the players excited. Many people remembered the Leonardo plot that was triggered in the Holy Star Cathedral during the day. It seems that this should be the place to introduce the related plot.

"Richard and I, like him, have had a talent for herbal medicine since childhood. Leandro, on the other hand, is a mischievous child who dreams of becoming a swordsman. He also wants to be a meteorologist? But every time I ask him what the weather will be like tomorrow, he always just says sunny. He has no talent for meteorology at all. But that's fine with him. Richard can inherit this herbal medicine shop. As long as Leandro is happy, that's all that matters."

"As the two children grow up, my wife and I also grow older. Perhaps fate is like an Ouroboros, and our aging has allowed the children to grow up. It's not a loss. We agreed that when Richard is able to take charge, we will hand over the Golden Oak Herb Shop to him and settle south in Temple Harbor, where the weather is beautiful and the wine is unique."

As time passed, players saw that Matthew Pesa and his wife gradually aged, while Leandro and Richard gradually grew up and looked somewhat like their current selves.

"1451 is a year I will never forget. Richard was captured by the Cult of the Cursed and used as a sacrifice. Although he was rescued by Wayne Stewell and escaped successfully, he still couldn't escape the fate of losing control and falling into depravity. My son eventually died at the hands of Wayne Stewell. I don't blame him. I was rescued by him, but I died at his hands again. Perhaps this is fate!"

"Richard's death was a huge blow to my wife, and her health is deteriorating day by day. But even though we've lost Richard and the heir to our herbal medicine shop, we don't want to force Leandro to learn herbal medicine or alchemy. Even if he becomes a mediocre meteorologist, it doesn't matter. He chose the path he wanted to take, and I'm still proud of him."

"Then in 1452, my wife also left me. She was transformed into an undead in the infamous Darkland Disaster. In her final moments, she looked at me and Leandro with a reluctant look, choosing to leave our family. At that moment, I wished it was me who became the undead."

"At the end of 1452, my son Leandro also chose to leave the family. He told me that he wanted to find Karl Robbins and the Cult of the Cursed God to avenge his mother and his brother. I didn't stop him, but sometimes people can't help but feel lonely when they get old."

"June 1453, 6, was a special day. On that night, I felt the call of the gods."

"His form is very unique, but the majesty of God remains the same as before. I dare not look directly at Him and can only obey His will."

"Every day I prepare large quantities of herbs and supplies to send to Darkland Fortress, which are then transported underground. It seems the gods are preparing a grand return ceremony, and we are just the screws in the ceremony."

A scene flashed by, showing crates of herbs being transported to the underground of Darkland Fortress. Most players recognized it as the underground chamber where Nyastra was imprisoned. Green bubbles floated in the sky, and countless druids and alchemists were busy, surrounded by countless human bodies immersed in alchemical vats. Deeper in the fortress, a hooded old man was intently reading a book.

The last figure is Archbishop Edward. He slowly raised his head and showed a peaceful smile to the outside of the screen, which made people tremble in their hearts.

"But all the hard work is worth it. God has promised that as long as I can help Him return to reality, He will bring about a prosperous and happy new world, where my wife and son will be resurrected. My next mission is to deliver weapons and alchemical bombs, as well as a unique alchemical item that can enhance reality and weaken the extraordinary. At the same time, I will connect all the herbal medicine shops and alchemy stores in Darkland to start a large-scale unrest. Haha, God will definitely bless us."

The scene flashed again, and Matthew Pesa was still standing in the Golden Oak Herb Shop. His expression was still kind, but the corners of his mouth slowly widened, becoming somewhat evil and twisted.

The scene freezes on Zhou Ning, wearing a black trench coat and a black half-top hat, then switches again, switching to him and Richard, his first meeting with Leandro, the scene where he kills Richard with his own hands, the scene where he fights and talks with Leandro, then switches to Zhou Ning reading Leandro's letter, with the subtitles on the computer thoughtfully writing out the entire contents of the letter, and then to the scene where Leandro raises his right hand, covering his face, and does not let go for a long time. Finally, there is a sentence:

"Sometimes a game isn't just a game. Are you ready, Chosen One?"

The screen then turns white and completely locks on Zhou Ning. The close-up here is of him lowering his hat on Hood Island, revealing only a determined look, and then rushing towards Archbishop Edward.

At this time, the barrage of comments was boiling, so dense that the screen could not be seen clearly.

"Oh my god, there's such a story behind this. Tears welling up in my eyes!"

"Sometimes a game isn't just a game! I'm ready!!"

"I didn't expect Leandro to have such a backstory. I cried. It's not just Wayne Stewell. Everyone has their own story and their own charm. This is the kind of apocalypse I like!"