Chapter 1

An Yang sat on the sofa.

Staring blankly at a piece of pure black glass in his hand, to be precise, it was a phone. Its packaging box was on the coffee table, a simple yellow hard leather box with only a prominent leaf pattern.

"This doesn't look anything like the Yezi S1. Where did they get such a beautiful knockoff phone? Where are the power button and USB port? No, this is just a piece of black glass, right?"

An Yang couldn't help but complain. He had already determined that the phone he ordered from the Yezi official website had been switched.

"People these days are really crazy."

An Yang dejectedly put down the glass panel. A few days ago, he had smashed his old phone when he resigned. He had finally managed to get a new phone, but he never expected to encounter such a situation. When you're down on your luck, even drinking water can get stuck in your teeth.

"Speaking of which, with the current logistics management system, the chance of a mistake with SF Express is lower than winning the lottery. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket; I might not have to look for a job anymore."

As he was thinking, a familiar ringtone suddenly sounded in the living room. He instinctively reached into his pocket but found nothing. Only then did he realize that he had smashed his phone when he resigned.

An Yang was stunned as he looked down at the black glass on the coffee table, which was now vibrating. The screen had lit up, and a girl's profile looked particularly beautiful. The name "Ji Weiwei" was flashing.

"Dear dad, this is actually a real phone. But if I'm not mistaken, I haven't even found where to insert the SIM card yet. Am I seeing ghosts in broad daylight...?"

To make sure he wasn't mistaken, An Yang took out his wallet and flipped it open. The mobile SIM card was lying quietly next to his ID card.

"Damn, I really am seeing ghosts!"

An Yang looked at the phone with fear but reached out tremblingly to pick up the seemingly magical device.

"It can't be some prank, can it? Someone with this kind of technology wouldn't bother to play tricks on me..."

He swallowed hard and swiped the screen with a trembling hand.

"Hello, it's me."

"Hello, An Yang. I heard you quit your job again. What's wrong with you, you're a grown man now."

"It's really you."

"Are you crazy? Who else would it be, me or your mom?"

"Um, I'll explain this later. I have something urgent to deal with right now. Bye."

An Yang quickly hung up, breathing heavily as he examined the phone from all angles. He couldn't find any slot for a SIM card, and there wasn't even a single seam. It was just a piece of black glass.

But strangely, this piece of black glass had just taken a call for him.

"Am I encountering aliens?"

"But why would aliens give me an alien phone? Did they get bored and just throw it away?"

Thinking of something, An Yang quickly threw the phone on the sofa, staring at it, barely resisting the urge to run out the door. The phone screen lit up again, with no visible edges.

Words began to appear on the screen, accompanied by a cold voice, not a mechanical one, but also indistinguishable as male or female.

"Greetings, chosen one. It is an honor to meet you."

An Yang was completely stunned, his mind flashing with countless images.

It really is an alien phone.

What's a chosen one, and shouldn't you say it's an honor to meet you when we first meet?

An Yang was utterly confused.

"You... what are you exactly?"

...

An hour later, he finally began to understand in shock that this phone could transport him through endless dimensions, acting as a gateway to various worlds.

"Wait, let me catch my breath. This can't be a dream, right?"

An Yang thought of the many web novels he had read over the years. As a seasoned game, martial arts, and fantasy enthusiast, his eyes gradually lit up with excitement.

Words appeared on the phone screen again, accompanied by a cold voice.

Prologue 1: This Killer Is Not So Cold

Mission World: This Killer Is Not So Cold (Original World)

Mission Objective: Save Leon

Initial Skills: Combat Proficiency (Basic), Firearms Proficiency (Basic), English Proficiency (Basic)

Initial Funds: $100,000

Mission Success: Reward Item *1, Skill Points *3, Physical Attribute Points *3

Mission Failure: Repeat Mission

An Yang was stunned, his head suddenly flooded with knowledge, making it throb.

Combat techniques, joint-locking techniques, movement prediction methods, firearm usage, shooting techniques, maintenance techniques, English pronunciation, language habits, phonetics, and more.

"This Killer Is Not So Cold... Ah!! What is this..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a bright light flashed, and he disappeared from the living room.

Thus, a young Chinese man in a white T-shirt and jeans collapsed on the streets of New York.

...

"Sir, wake up, sir, are you okay?"

An Yang felt a shaking sensation in his daze. When he opened his eyes, he saw it was dark, with a bag beside him. A beautiful girl was blocking the light, smiling genuinely when she saw him wake up.

"You're finally awake. Please forgive my rudeness, are you okay? Why did you faint on the street?"

An Yang's eyes widened. The girl had blonde hair and blue eyes, speaking very authentic American English, which he understood without any difficulty, though not as fluently as his native language, it was far better than his previous level.

"Sir, are you okay?"

The girl asked again when he didn't respond.

An Yang shook his head and said, "I'm fine, I might have fainted from the heat. Thank you, beautiful girl."

The girl looked up at the overcast sky, awkwardly lowering her head, her expression strange. "You look really bad. Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

An Yang quickly shook his head. "No, thank you. I'm very grateful for your help, but I can go myself. I don't want to trouble you more."

"It's no trouble, my car is parked over there."

"Really, it's fine. I have some things to do. See you around."

"Oh... okay, as you wish. Remember to take the bag on the ground; it's probably yours."

The girl smiled helplessly, reminded him, and walked away, feeling that she shouldn't have saved this rude Easterner. As a Chinese saying goes, it's a thankless task.

An Yang looked around, confirming the bag on the ground was his. He found a quiet place and opened the bag to check.

An American green card, a driver's license, a Chinese passport, and a thick stack of US dollars.

Without counting, he knew the stack was $100,000.

"This Killer Is Not So Cold, this is a classic. Am I really not dreaming?"

An Yang then realized that his mind was suddenly filled with knowledge about combat, firearms, and English. Even if he gained nothing else from this trip, just this knowledge was worth it.

"Isn't this supposed to be traveling between worlds? How did I end up in a movie? I've watched this movie for years."

He took out his phone, and as he lifted it, the black screen lit up, showing a blurry figure facing away from him.

"Is there something you need?"

An Yang was taken aback, sighing at the phone's coldness, then said, "I want to ask, when does the mission start? Why did I faint on the street? Is this really okay?"

"The mission has already started. As for fainting, it's due to your own physical condition. You fainted when the system was inputting knowledge, which is not my fault."

"Um, isn't it your fault for being too hasty? Couldn't you have waited for me to prepare, adjust my mindset, and watch the movie again?"

The phone was silent for a moment, then a cold voice came from it.

"Chosen one, the prologue mission is very simple, with generous rewards for success and no penalties for failure. The system has provided you with a green card, passport, driver's license, and funds, making it almost foolproof. What more do you need? I will remind you one last time: seize the opportunity of the prologue to familiarize yourself with the rules of dimensional travel. You won't have such a good chance again."

The phone screen went dark.

"Um..."

An Yang put down the phone, shrugged, and after some thought, walked towards a gun store within sight.

A dazzling array of firearms caught his eye, from pistols to sniper rifles, all of which he had never seen before.

It was overwhelming!

After some deliberation, An Yang chose a modified M1911 pistol set and an original CheyTac M200 sniper rifle.

The M1911 pistol, a former U.S. military service pistol, cost $1,200. The one An Yang bought was modified with rare wood grip panels and a lightweight alloy frame, raising the price to $3,500. Including the holster, case, two extra magazines, and maintenance tools, the total cost was $4,800.

The M200 sniper rifle, known as the "Intervention," is recognized as the farthest-ranging and most accurate anti-personnel sniper rifle, with a full set costing $18,000, including a scope and all accessories like a laser rangefinder, ballistic computer, sensor components, muzzle brake, and silencer.

After showing his green card and completing the registration, he paid with a stack of cash. The total cost of the firearms, originally $22,800, was reduced to $23,800 by paying an extra $1,000 to skip some of the sniper rifle's paperwork.

Equivalent to over 100,000 RMB, it was his annual salary from before, spent in one go. Money really does make you feel free.

As he left, the owner gave him a meaningful look and said, "This sniper rifle has been in my store for two years. It's said that fewer people in the entire U.S. buy it than are struck by lightning."

An Yang put the pistol case in his bag. In the U.S., ordinary citizens cannot display firearms in public, so he picked up the heavy sniper rifle case and casually threw two dollars on the table.

"Tip."

The owner, with a full beard, smiled knowingly and quickly pocketed the money.

"Though sales are low, some people collect this sniper rifle. Don't worry, I'll take care of the remaining paperwork. If anything happens, it won't be my problem. By the way, each gun has a unique ballistic signature. If the one you registered has issues, the government will find you quickly."

An Yang walked out of the store without looking back. If the U.S. government could track him to the real world, he would accept any crime he committed.

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