Chapter 1

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Name: Wei Xiaobei

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty-one years old

Biological Level: 1 Star

Attributes: (Average adult male attributes are 10 points)

Strength: 10.5 (Muscle 11, Physical Strength 10)

Agility: 9.75 (Hand-Eye Coordination 9, Flexibility 11, Reaction 11, Balance 8)

Constitution: 10 (Health 9, Stamina 11)

Intelligence: 7 (Learning 6, Reasoning 8)

Perception: 9.25 (Willpower 12, Common Sense 8, Perception 7, Intuition 10)

Charisma: 7.2 (Presence 10, Persuasion 7, Personal Attraction 7, Leadership 5, Appearance 7)

Skills: Shooting (Somewhat Proficient), Military Boxing (Somewhat Proficient), Electrical Work (Beginner).

Special Abilities: None

Evolution Points: 0

Possessions: None

"Damn! Who can tell me what's going on?"

His head throbbed, and he felt weak all over. Wei Xiaobei, who had just woken up from a hangover, stared blankly at the ceiling, finding his situation unbelievable. He had only gotten drunk with friends and slept until he naturally woke up, but now he saw this so-called attribute panel in his mind.

Could it be related to the *Classic of Mountains and Seas* he had picked up? He remembered that before he passed out from drunkenness, the *Classic of Mountains and Seas* seemed to emit a faint light.

Wei Xiaobei reached out and felt beside his pillow, but the thread-bound *Classic of Mountains and Seas* was gone.

The light coming in from the window was extremely dim, as if night was about to fall.

Regardless, Wei Xiaobei pushed the attribute panel in his mind to the side, scratched his hair, which hadn't been washed for nearly a week, and got out of bed with his bare chest. He hadn't eaten for a whole day, and his stomach was growling.

His head felt as if it was carrying a mountain. Wei Xiaobei held his head and shook it, sighed, and let out a breath of alcohol. He decided not to cook and just make a cup of instant noodles.

He had only taken a few steps toward the kitchen when Wei Xiaobei suddenly froze.

What, what, what's going on?

After just one night, the rental apartment had become so dilapidated?

The floor and table were covered in dust. The poster of Zhang Liangying that he had just put up a few days ago was now old and yellowed, with tattered edges. Her beautiful face looked strange due to the paper quality, as if an old monster was laughing at him in a terrifying way.

The walls were covered in broken spider webs, like a misty fog.

The tangerines and apples on the small coffee table had rotted and dried up, with the mold completely black. The fruit underneath looked like a pile of dried mud. Even the aluminum windows, which the landlord had recently replaced, had grown a layer of white mold, and the glass was gray and cracked.

The computer screen by the bed was covered in spider webs, and there was a dried-up insect corpse in the water cup.

The air was filled with a slightly choking dust smell.

Everything looked so dull and lifeless, like watching an old black-and-white movie.

After just one night, everything in the room seemed to have aged by decades or even a century.

Oh my God, am I dreaming?

I must be dreaming!

Wei Xiaobei turned and lay back on the bed, closing his eyes.

When I wake up from this dream, everything will be back to normal.

After tossing and turning in bed several times, Wei Xiaobei realized he wasn't dreaming; this seemed to be real.

He got out of bed, sat on the edge, and rubbed his face hard, thinking.

What's going on?

I just got drunk for one night, right?

Why is this happening?

Am I being haunted by a ghost, or is someone playing a prank on me?

But the possibility of someone playing a prank was extremely low, especially with the attribute panel in his mind, which no one could have created!

His throat felt dry after a night of heavy drinking, and Wei Xiaobei was naturally parched.

The changes in the room had been so shocking that he had forgotten about his thirst. Now, he felt a bit panicked.

He picked up the hot water bottle, but it was empty.

Wei Xiaobei shook his head; it seemed he had to go out to buy water.

He felt in his pants pocket, but his wallet was gone. He searched the wardrobe, but the clothes hanging there were all tattered, as if they had been picked from a trash bin.

Fortunately, the clothes he had left on the bed hadn't changed, though they had a strange smell from a mix of sweat and alcohol.

Frowning, Wei Xiaobei put on his clothes, combed his hair with his hands, and opened the door.

The scene in the narrow corridor made Wei Xiaobei's heart sink. The peeling wallpaper and the broken, extinguished wall lamp confirmed that the time inside and outside the room was the same.

Wei Xiaobei knocked on the door of the neighboring room with a glimmer of hope, but there was no response.

The resident of this room was Zhou Lijun, a sophomore who had moved out of the dormitory since his first year. He was a seasoned otaku who spent all day and night playing games, and he was said to be quite good at it, even making money from it.

Wei Xiaobei knocked on all the occupied rooms, but the results made him laugh bitterly.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Xiaobei gritted his teeth and rammed the door of Zhou Lijun's room.

The landlord was a miser, and the door locks were cheap and unreliable. With the door already dilapidated, Wei Xiaobei only needed to ram it twice to break it open.

The condition of the room made Wei Xiaobei's face turn grim.

The floor, desk, and coffee table were covered in white dust, and everything was extremely old, just like in his own room.

Gritting his teeth, Wei Xiaobei rushed to the front door of the rental apartment, carefully opened it, and looked outside.

Wei Xiaobei lived on the first floor, and outside the front door was a flower bed that the landlord had used to grow garlic sprouts, scallions, and other vegetables.

But what Wei Xiaobei saw now was a dilapidated flower bed, completely withered and yellow, with no green at all. The cement ground near the flower bed was covered in fallen leaves, and the bicycles leaning against it were rusted.

The gray sky and the distant, half-ruined buildings made it seem as if this place had been abandoned for years after a nuclear war.

Damn! This is really spooky!

By the time Wei Xiaobei realized he needed to do something, over ten minutes had passed.

Anyone, even a soldier returning from the battlefield, would find it hard to remain completely calm after waking up to such a bizarre and strange situation.

Was he going to live in this ghost place from now on?

He didn't know if other places had undergone the same changes.

As a discharged soldier who had never been to the battlefield, Wei Xiaobei's mental fortitude was already quite good. After all, his highest attribute, willpower, was 12 points, which gave him a boost in these areas.