My own war game

Chapter 5 Return
A white light flashed, and the scene around He Chi kept changing into small grids of various colors, just like pixels in the game world, colliding, reorganizing, and integrating with each other, and finally becoming another scene.

It was a familiar sight to him.

The Grand Canyon in California, where he first fell off the cliff.

Things in front of me become clear and other senses return.

cold!
pain!

There is also a foreign body sensation in the lower left abdomen as if pierced by a stone.

He almost forgot that he was a dying man.

The countdown in front of me continued to move, and the four-hour countdown was now reduced to only a dozen minutes.

He clearly felt that his current condition was very bad.

"The player is in critical condition and has 5 Silver Time Coins. Do you want to recharge the time?"

He Chi instinctively felt that he didn't have time to think any more.

"Yes! Recharge time!"

"Time coin recycling has begun. Players' time will be returned at a ratio of 80%. How many time coins will be recycled?" The mechanical voice of the system sounded in my ears.

"All... just collect four."

He Chi, who had originally planned to exchange all of them, changed his mind at the last minute and left himself one silver coin.

"Recycling confirmed, time calculation starts, in progress..."

The four silver coins in his pocket turned into small points of light and disappeared into the air.

Then, a miracle happened.

The bleeding from the puncture wound on He Chi's lower abdomen began to slow down and eventually stopped. The wound healed visibly. At the same time, the half of the stone that remained in his body was pushed out by an inexplicable force.

Along with these changes, He Chi felt the strength returning to his body.

The countdown value in the right eye began to increase rapidly, and finally stopped at [360:41:13].

All the changes were completed within half a minute. If it weren't for the blood stains on the corners of his clothes and the hard silver coin in his pocket, He Chi would even think that he had just experienced a dream.

360? Does it mean 360 hours? Does that mean his life was extended to half a month?
but…

He Chi looked at his fully recovered body. It didn't look like he was going to die in half a month.

Could it be possible that a flowerpot would fly over and take him away while he was walking on the road?
He Chi is a natural action-oriented person and won’t dwell on things he can’t understand.

At least the immediate crisis has been resolved, and we can deal with other issues later.

After packing up his backpack, He Chi followed the gravel path and found his car, which was parked three kilometers away - a second-hand Ford family car with its paint barely intact. He then stepped on the accelerator and drove towards his base.

It was a small town on the outskirts of San Diego, about the same size as a county town in China, with a not particularly large population. It was already dark at this time, and only a few unemployed young people were wandering on the street. The Ford car passed through two intersections and arrived in front of a large two-story building.

This is He Chi's temporary rental place. It used to be a motel. The current landlord bought it and renovated it, and rented it out specifically to outsiders who cannot afford to live in high-end communities.

The location is remote, the rooms are small, and the surrounding security is not very good.

But it's cheap.

The quarterly payment was only $4000, even less than what He Chi spent on that junky Ford.

He Chi walked through the alley with spray paint on both sides, avoided the black guy loitering at the door, and walked up the old stairs to the second floor where he rented a house.

He had to stop just as he walked up the stairs.

Because He Chi saw his neighbor, a Mexican dancer, who was laughing and pushing away the landlord's hand that weighed 100 kilograms and was on her hip. The girl's resistance was not strong, and there was no angry expression on her face. She even let the landlord's hand rub against her toned thigh intentionally or unintentionally when pushing it away.

This is simply flirting.

Seeing He Chi coming up, the landlord withdrew his hand reluctantly, patted the girl's buttocks, and the two of them walked into the house one after the other.

Bang.

There was a strange banging noise from inside the door, as if some furniture was pushed over.

When it's time to collect rent, your dancer neighbor will use this method to get some discounts.

"Maybe someone of that size needs a bigger space when doing things." He Chi told a cold joke to himself, took out his key, opened the door of his house and walked in. He didn't have any moral obsession, as long as both parties were willing and reached a consensus, whether it was paying in cash or waiving rent, he thought there was nothing he could do.

Snapped!Snapped!
"Oh~baby! Harder!"

The noise from next door was getting louder and louder. He Chi shrugged helplessly and focused his attention on the letter in front of him.

Most of them were advertisements, and there were also a few credit card and utility bills. After He Chi sorted them out one by one, he found a letter with the seal of a local university.

"Could it be..."

He Chi was a little nervous. He unfolded the letter paper, which had words printed on it.

"Dear He, after careful consideration and review of numerous applications, we regret to inform you that your application for the European Modern History Scholarship has not been accepted..."

Huh~ He Chi let out a long sigh and shook his head helplessly.

His annual tuition is $4. Since something happened at home last year, he has been unable to transfer the money to himself. Even if he works part-time and studies, $4 is not an easy sum to come by.

"Oh, I didn't expect that I would be worrying about money just after saving my life. I'm short of money." He Chi smiled self-deprecatingly.

"It has been detected that the player has a need for funds. The current assets are one silver coin. Do you want to exchange them?" The system's voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

? ? ? ! ! !
Can I exchange money directly?
He Chi took out the strange silver coin from his pocket and tried to ask, "How much can I exchange for it?"

"The current exchange rate is one copper coin for 500 US dollars, and the exchange rate for silver and gold coins increases by one hundred times." The system answered in my ear.

This means that this silver coin in my hand can be exchanged for 50,000 US dollars? ! He Chi took a deep breath.

"Correct, how much is the exchange?"

"I want to change..." He Chi stopped talking and asked tentatively

"What else can this kind of time coin do?"

"In theory, as long as the player can imagine it and it is a realistic wish, it can be quantified and executed using time coins." The system explained without emotion.

"Anything? If I want to build an atomic bomb, can you build it too?" He Chi said half-jokingly.

"According to the player's current knowledge system, the player must learn at least 52 professional knowledge, 21 of which need to reach the master level, 15 of which need to reach the specialization level, and 49 special materials and 88 conventional materials are required, of which about 23 materials are subject to international control... After comprehensive calculation, it will take gold coins, and then it will take about six years and eight months to provide a tactical-level small nuclear weapon..."

Holy shit, it really works? But if this number is really converted into US dollars, I think someone would buy a nuclear bomb.

"Would you like to exchange it into US dollars?" the system asked.

He Chi thought about it and finally did not exchange the silver coin for money. He had a hunch that the value of this silver coin might be far more than 5 US dollars.

He has more important things now.

He Chi picked up the phone and said, "Mr. Tang Stanting, I would like to make an appointment with you for a physical examination."

(End of this chapter)