The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Laughter filled the live stream room again.

The heavy feeling that had just accumulated was also dispelled by Ai Kun's words.

No one noticed that when he looked at the spot where the projection was off, his gaze lingered for several seconds.

Those eyes held a deep longing, and also a weariness that no one could understand.

When Ai Kun faced the camera again, he had already suppressed those emotions.

"Alright! In short, it's not that the streamer has a health problem."

"However..."

Ai Kun deliberately dragged out the last syllable.

The comments section immediately caught up.

"But what?"

"Speak quickly!!"

Stop keeping me in suspense!

"We need to give a reason for airing it again in a month!"

Ai Kun did not answer.

He bent down and lifted Xiao Ai, who was still lying dead, from behind the table.

"Xiao Ai, you tell us."

Xiao Ai's hands and feet hung limply at her sides, and her silvery-white hair had lost its original luster.

It hadn't recovered from its previous memories; it looked sickly and no longer had that arrogant, irritating air about it.

It wasn't until Aikun shook it twice that Xiao Ai reluctantly opened its eyes.

"Stop shaking..."

"If you keep shaking like that, the data will spill out..."

It raised its hand and weakly pawed at the air.

Several streams of blue data spread from the fingertips, and a virtual screen appeared in front of it.

The screen flickered several times.

Immediately afterwards, lines of text began to refresh.

[Spatiotemporal coordinate analysis complete.]

[The game "Multiverse 2.0" has connected to a timeline from five thousand years ago.]

[A trans-dimensional arrival is expected within three days.]

The entire live stream paused for half a second.

"???"

"!!!"

"Holy crap!! It worked!?"

"Damn it! Streamer! I want to sign up! I missed it last time!"

"I'm going back to fight those monsters!"

"that is!!"

"If I could turn off the pain receptors, I'd even dare to touch God!"

"I want to see the Desolate Heavenly Emperor with my own eyes!"

The number of comments surged instantly.

The text was layered on top of each other, obscuring most of the virtual screen.

Aikun raised his hand and pressed down.

"Don't worry, my darlings."

"What's written on the screen is that the cross-time-space connection will be completed within three days, not that we'll throw you all over there in three days."

"Personnel selection, job allocation, and preparation for arrival all take time."

He pointed to the top left corner of the screen with his folding fan.

"The first batch to go will definitely prioritize military personnel and research staff."

"Also, the official team will select the best candidates from the professions that the players previously applied for."

"Of course, we will also open up a portion of random slots."

"The reservation is still made in the top left corner."

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden marker lit up in the upper left corner of the sky.

[Pre-registration for "Worlds 2.0" - A Trans-Dimensional Descent]

Current number of reservations: 0

The numbers only remained for a fleeting moment.

The next moment, the number of reservations began to jump wildly.

"Aaaaaah!"

"I really hate that I'm physically weak and mentally challenged!"

"Host, host! I've made a reservation!"

"May the Desolate Heavenly Emperor bless me! I'd trade ten years of my brother's single life for a chance to be selected!"

"You're trading your brother's single life for this? Did you even ask your brother?"

"My brother said, add another ten years!"

"Get out of here! You two beasts!"

"I want to go back to fight!"

"This time, we can't let our ancestors hold on alone for another five thousand years!"

Ai Kun watched the rapidly increasing number of reservations, and a smile slowly crept onto his face.

Xiao Ai also managed to lift her head.

As it looked at the barrage of requests for battle that covered the sky, its previously dim silver-white eyes lit up again with several sets of data.

Aikun raised his folding fan and waved it towards the live stream.

"My darlings."

"The first batch of arrivals spanning five thousand years will be jointly selected by 'Myriad Realms 2.0' and the Dragon Kingdom."

See you next time.

"Whoosh—"

The sky suddenly contracted.

The golden light faded from the skies around the world.

The next second, the sky returned to its original color.

Another time and space.

A future city five thousand years from now.

As the live stream ended, the giant screen hanging between the high-rise buildings turned black.

On the screen, a pair of pupils still reflected the image of Ye Chen dragging his sword and rushing into the black tide.

The man stared at it for a long time.

He only blinked his sore eyes when the aroma of caramelized food wafted from the wok.

The man was about thirty years old, wearing a faded yellow Taoist robe and round-framed glasses perched on his nose.

He wore an apron with the words "Ancestral Glutinous Rice Fried Rice" printed on it over his Taoist robe.

He was holding a spatula in his right hand.

The spatula was quite special; its handle was made of dozens of copper coins strung together, the edges of which had been blackened by cooking fumes.

The glutinous rice in the iron pot was steaming hot.

The chopped monster meat, eggs, and scallions flew up and down with the spatula, and oil droplets fell into the stove fire, making a soft crackling sound.

Outside the fried rice stall, the night in Future City is much brighter than usual.

The maglev track that runs across the high-rise building is all lit up with red indicator lights.

The city's three-dimensional transportation network has entered a wartime-saturated load.

Troop transport vehicles moved between buildings, long queues formed at the recruitment halls on the ground, and even the GG screens on the street were playing the "Guixu Survival Manual" and the "Dragon Soul Project Registration Instructions".

"Boss!"

In front of the stall, a burly man tapped on the table.

"Is my fried rice ready yet?"

The man snapped out of his daze and quickly calmed down.

"Coming right away!"

Quickly flip the pan a few times with the spatula.

He poured the glutinous rice fried rice into a plate, then scooped a large spoonful of monster meat onto it and placed it in front of the burly man.

The burly man's right arm was wrapped in thick bandages, so he could only hold the spoon with his left hand.

He was starving. As soon as the food was served, he picked up his spoon, shoveled a mouthful into his mouth, and mumbled:

"Boss, why won't you come with me?"

"Do you know how much I earned this week?"

The Taoist-robed shopkeeper lowered his head to scrub the pot, his reaction indifferent.

"How many?"

The burly man held up one finger, then added half a finger.

"15,000 Dragon Kingdom currency!"

"This is just one of the rewards the captain gave me!"

He swallowed the fried rice and straightened his chest.

"Back then, I was in the first level of the Void Realm, and I was incredibly fierce."

"Dozens of monsters pounced on me, and I charged in with my knife, slaughtering them all!"

"After the captain finished reading it, he said that my fearless spirit was among the best in the entire team."

The Taoist-robed shopkeeper pushed up his round-framed glasses.

"oh."

The smug look on the burly man's face froze.

He held the spoon and waited for a long time, but when he realized the other party had nothing to say, he couldn't sit still any longer.

"Not to be rude, Taoist priest."

"You should at least give me some kind of response!"

The man looked up at his right arm, which was wrapped in bandages.

"Did your captain tell you not to cover the monster's mouth with your hand next time?"

"..."

The burly man lowered his head and ate two mouthfuls of rice.

"That was an accident."

"In any case, you should still participate in the Dragon Soul Project."

He continued to persuade him vaguely:

"For no other reason than for your ancestral compass."

"The country is now collecting relics from the ancient Long Kingdom everywhere. The military, the 749 Bureau, and the research institute have all established special restoration teams."

"Take the compass with you; maybe it can really be fixed."