Collapse, the beginning will avoid 500 years of detours

Can't sleep, can't sleep at all.

Bronya lay on the bed, her body straight, like a corpse in a morgue.

Although it was night, Bronya was not sleepy at all. The lights in the room were turned off, but there was still light and the sound of the mouse clicking could be heard.

Otto stared intently at the computer.

Bronya turned sideways and could see Otto's back and the screen on the computer.

He was not playing games, but reading some documents. The rapid turning of pages made Bronya wonder if he had a photographic memory.

I think so.

Otherwise, was he sitting there pretending to be something, waiting for me to fall asleep and then do something beastly to me?

There's absolutely no need for that.

Bronya shook her head.

Unlike the men she had met before, Otto gave her a very strange feeling, as if he did not belong to this world.

just like......

Players look at the world in the game across a screen.

And when the game is closed, the player will no longer have any contact with the world in the game.

"What are you looking at?"

Finally, Bronya asked curiously.

"Some history and knowledge that I'm interested in." Otto replied without looking back.

Very studious? But so studious that he doesn't even sleep?

It was as if... he wouldn't be able to access these things anytime soon.

Bronya blinked. As expected, Otto gave her a mysterious feeling that was different from others, making her want to dig out his secrets.

Could it be due to family reasons? Otto may have a strict father who does not allow him to get involved in some unimportant things?

If I ask him, he probably won't answer me.

Bronya turned over. She didn't want to look at Otto, but the glass door of the balcony reflected Otto's back. The back of him sitting alone in front of the computer, coupled with the full moon in the night sky, gave Bronya an idea.

He looks a little lonely.

"Otto..."

Bronya's voice sounded behind him, but Otto didn't even raise his head. He memorized the unfamiliar words in his eyes while preparing to reply.

"Would you like to play a game with Bronya?"

Otto stopped pressing the mouse, tilted his head back, and looked at Bronya, who had sat up at some point.

"game?"

"Yeah." Bronya got out of bed barefoot. She fumbled for the game controller in the dim room and waved it at Otto. "You've probably never played it before."

Otto had never played it before and didn't even know how to use the controller.

"So, do you want to give it a try?"

Bronya asked nervously. She didn't know why she asked Otto if he wanted to play games. Maybe she thought he was a little lonely alone.

Seeing Otto sitting there motionless, she began to hesitate. She had just done such a thing in a fit of rage.

Sure enough, I should just retreat back into bed...

Bronya took a deep breath.

"As a master of the game, I can reluctantly guide you tonight."

But perhaps as Uncle Maxim said, she was as stubborn as her parents. Bronya looked at Otto with burning eyes, waiting for his answer.

"Okay."

Otto said lightly, he stood up and was about to turn on the light.

"No, don't turn on the lights. It feels better with the lights off." Bronya touched her cheek and said. She sat cross-legged in front of the TV, put her usual cushion next to her, and patted it.

"Today, Bronya will teach you what the happiness of the common people is."

He looked so satisfied even when eating a dinner filled with technology and hard work, so there must be a lot of things he hasn't done.

The moonlight outside and the pale light from the TV illuminated the anticipation and anxiety on Bronya's face.

"Then I'll look forward to it."

Ao Pan sat on the cushion with his knees crossed.

"I don't understand many things. Please teach me."

Although the game was of no help to him, Otto began to look forward to it when he looked into Bronya's eyes.

Talk about it.

Playing with friends is something I have always looked forward to.

But due to his weak body and the difference in status, Otto never had friends.

However, Bronya probably didn't consider herself a friend. After all, she almost strangled her to death when they first met, but she ended up cooking for herself and playing games with herself.

Bronya...

He is a good person.

In order to respond to Bronya's expectations, Otto felt that he should enjoy himself. Although the game was of no help to him now, it didn't mean that he didn't want to play.

Otto is still at an age where he is very curious and wants to try everything he has never done before.

"This is for you." Bronya handed another controller to Otto, "Let's play this."

Bronya chose a fighting game. Letting a beginner play a complicated game will only discourage him/her. However, getting started with a fighting game only requires mastering some combos.

Moreover, as Otto's opponent, if I give him some slack and let him experience the joy of growth and victory, I guarantee he will have fun.

Bronya first taught Otto how to use the handle. The clumsy movements made Bronya realize that it was Otto's first time. As expected, a glamorous appearance always requires sacrificing something. Otto must live in a very strict family.

Soon the two began fighting, and Bronya won the first round overwhelmingly. That's how fighting games are, if you can't beat her, you can't beat her.

"Well, Bronya, you're amazing, aren't you?" Bronya puffed out her chest, which was as flat as a red kite. "But you're a beginner, and you're already doing pretty well."

"Go on." Otto said lightly.

"Hehehe, you don't admit defeat." Bronya just thought that Otto was not convinced, and she continued to start a new battle.

Another resounding victory.

"continue."

Bronya began to let up, after all, it would be bad if she beat the newcomer back into the game.

She gave a sinister smile.

Little newbie, the training from Sister Bronya has begun.

"continue."

Bronya discovered that Otto had a very good memory. He could remember a combo after just saying it once, and his fingers were very flexible. But unfortunately, the coordination between the combos was not good. His only weakness was his hand speed.

"Rhythm, pay attention to the rhythm. You can't win a battle by just pressing a series of moves. You have to have your own rhythm."

"Rhythm..." Otto looked down at his fingers. The fingers of his soul steel body were very flexible. After he knew how to operate it, his hand speed had already surpassed Bronya, but he still couldn't defeat Bronya.

"Of course, if you're familiar with combos, you can already reach a high rank. However, it's still not enough to face a master like Bronya."

"Go on." Otto said.

He doesn't understand what rhythm is, but he can learn from Bronya.

Emerald eyes observed the game and Bronya's finger movements.

Bronya had a smile on her face as she won game after game, but gradually, the smile disappeared from her face.

strangeness.

Bronya pressed the handle, and she suddenly felt a sense of incongruity, and even lowered her head to look at her handle.

She felt that the character opposite was also controlled by herself.

Something is wrong, very wrong.

Although she wanted to let beginners experience the joy of the game, Bronya's eyes became serious. She no longer held back, but Otto was not defeated by her in one go.

He actually withstood his own attack!

No, I resisted my own attack.

Bronya felt like she was fighting with her left and right hands, neither of them could break through the other's moves, and she won again, but her health bar was only at a precarious level.

Otto took a deep breath. Although his soul steel body suppressed his human desires, he still inevitably felt a trace of...

Sense of accomplishment.

It feels great to constantly improve yourself and defeat your opponents.

Looking at the two characters fighting in the game, Otto suddenly thought, it would be great if he were one of those characters.

I can feel this kind of satisfaction just outside the screen, so what if I fight in person?

It must be a wonderful feeling to defeat a strong enemy with your own strength.

"Go on." Otto was about to start the next battle, but Bronya suddenly spoke.

"You've been fighting Bronya for so long, Otto, you can try fighting other players, and Bronya will give you some guidance."

Bronya put down the controller and switched the game to single-player mode.

No, she started to sweat.

Otto's evolution speed exceeded her expectations. If she continued to fight, she would definitely lose.

Because of the high-intensity entanglement, Bronya's hands have begun to tremble, but Otto seems tireless, a monster of physical strength, and can even increase his hand speed.

"Okay." Otto felt a little regretful. He felt that he was about to defeat Bronya, but since Bronya said so, he began to try to fight with other players.

Then they continued to lose.

Because he was using Bronya's high-scoring account, he encountered only experts, and Otto, as a novice, was beaten to a pulp from the start.

Bronya was worried that she would dampen Otto's interest, so she looked up and was about to say something comforting, but she saw a pair of serious eyes.

Gulu.

Bronya swallowed, then lowered her head and continued watching Otto play the game.

However, after a few rounds, Bronya gradually began to pay attention, because Otto, who was originally one-sided, had begun to be evenly matched with his opponent.

It's like one person is controlling two characters, and the same rhythm makes it difficult for both sides to break the moves.

The game ended with the opponent's victory, but unlike the previous time when Otto immediately accepted the invitation for a rematch, the opponent just slipped away.

Maybe the other party feels that if the fight continues, he will be the one to be eaten.

"Otto..." Bronya said as Otto was lining up, "Are you good at imitating the other person's rhythm... No, I should say, you catch the other person's rhythm."

"You seem to have great gaming talent."

Talent?

Otto blinked. He had always been treated as an inferior and had no connection with this word.

However, at this time there was a person who said that he had talent.

"Thank you." Otto said softly, and when Bronya was wondering why he should thank her, Otto looked at her who was sitting on the ground.

Even though it was indoors, the floor was still very cold in Siberia.

Bronya was sitting on the ground, probably because she gave her the only cushion.

Otto reached out, grabbed Bronya by the back of her neck, and lifted her up.

"Eh!?"