The Emperor of the Human Race, a Versatile Mage

Chapter 2 Old friends gathering, drunken time travel

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Ding

The game prompt made Jiang Zhao turn his attention away from his phone. The game was finally updated, and he immediately clicked to log in.

Swords, shields, and wings fall from the sky. This landing animation looks a bit retro.

"Have you changed the login animation?"

Just when Jiang Zhao thought this, the computer screen flashed, a crackle of electric sparks flashed, and then went black.

Hacked?
Jiang Zhao touched the back of his hand. He felt like he had been shocked just now, but because the lights were turned off, the room was dark now and he couldn't see anything clearly.

There are floating fireflies outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, which are car lights. They flow along the road, like a road above the road.

The cold light and hot flames lead to the high sky. There seems to be another piece of thousands of lights above the high sky, like a huge whirlpool.

Jiang Zhao blinked hard, trying to see more clearly. His soul seemed to be drawn towards it——

jingle bell bell

Jiang Zhao was startled by the ringtone of his cell phone, and the name of the caller was 'Er Bed'.

"Hey?"

"Jiang Zhao, when you go out to drink, you can't wait for three or one or five or two."

"Next time."

Jiang Zhao sniffed, and there was a bit of a paste smell in the air.

He thought he might need to repair a computer first. This computer had been with him for a long time and had feelings for it.

As for games?

Of course forget it, I can't play today, and he's not in the mood to open the desktop computer at all.

It's better to read the novel for a while and then go to bed. I don't know if the author I'm following has updated it.

Novels and games are the most commonly used entertainment tools for people like him who don’t like to go out. Because his life is as peaceful as rancid and dirty pool water, he yearns for the rushing waves outlined in words and wants to stand on the trend of the times. Head, even if the sky is full of wind and rain.

However, these days, the more promising an author is, the slower his updates will be, and he will take time off at every turn to languish.

"Don't sleep, wake up!"

Suddenly there was a loud voice on the other end of the phone, it was another person speaking.

"Lao Xie is here. He is leaving. Tomorrow morning, um... I think the chances of meeting each other will be less and less in the future. The brothers in our dormitory will get together and I will send you the location."

Having said that, what can Jiang Zhao do?

He could only unplug the laptop's power cord and put it on the coffee table to deal with it tomorrow.

I went to the bathroom, washed my face, fiddled with my hair in front of the mirror, then went downstairs, changed my clothes and shoes, picked up my keys and went out.

We are brothers who live in the same dormitory at the university. We have a good relationship. After graduation, they both chose to work hard in this big city. They work and Jiang Zhao is in graduate school. We often keep in touch. We go out to eat and drink together. Barbecue is everyone's favorite. After work, they usually have Go to KTV and yell a few words.

But I have never met the kind of "romantic" roommates mentioned on the Internet, and I have never formed a group to pinch feet or anything like that.

To be honest, Jiang Zhao is actually looking forward to it.

After all, according to an old internet meme, he has entered the ranks of great magicians this year.

He took the elevator from the 16th floor to the negative floor and drove out. For some reason, he always felt like there were double visions in his eyes tonight.

Is work too taxing on the body?
In fact, Jiang Zhao is doing pretty well. At least he is good at studying. Maybe it is because the gap in his mind is different from that of ordinary people. Everyone plays the same game and he can get high scores even if he is cramming.

When his parents left, they left behind some real estate in second-tier cities. After selling it, Jiang Zhaoneng bought a house with a decent size in this international metropolis. It barely had a foothold. .

……

There were still three or five tables of customers at the barbecue stall in the early morning, each making a lot of noise.

"Fuck the wolf culture! I'm done with it!" Xie Kang suddenly shouted.

Jiang Zhao, who was slightly drunk, was startled and rubbed his aching elbow.

I don’t know why, but it hurts a little when I drink alcohol recently. Is it because I drank too much in the past few years at work?

But there is no other way. I will soon be tested on how to get promoted and get a salary increase.

Hearing Xie Kang's shouting, he thought to himself: What era are these things from? How come the company is still using them? From which nook of the mountain did the boss dig them out?

So he complained: "Wolf culture? What kind of sexual culture do wolves have? Does the wolf king take precedence?"

His rant caused everyone else to slap the table and laugh, and the plates on the folding table jumped.

They had come to this barbecue restaurant often when they were in school, and it is still open now. The owners are a couple who gave up a son who went to college away from home. Once, Jiang Zhao saw the owner's son's family coming back with a son. A three- or four-year-old child and a milk baby.

But now, there are no young people, only two and a half-year-old children doing homework on the folding table next to them.

"That's right, we are fucking working, no matter how hard we work, the money will go into the boss's pocket."

Xie Kang drank half a glass of beer, and then continued: "I resigned. I will go back to my hometown in a while and won't hang out in the city anymore." "Okay!"

"Brother Kang is domineering!"

The three roommates all drank a little too much, but they were happy.

Jiang Zhao peeled two edamame beans and threw them into his mouth. He only looked at the bubbles in the beer and did not respond.

If he remembered correctly, Xie Kang, his college classmate and roommate, seems to be from a very remote place in Luzhou, Shu region. When he was in school, he said that there would be heavy snowfall in the winter, and he even sent them photos. look.

Although the Magic City is indeed a volume, but...

Ah, forget it.

Jiang Zhao didn't want to persuade anyone. Everyone in the world was suffering, and he was not a kind and compassionate Bodhisattva. How could he control others?

He didn't even live well himself.

In a few months, he will be 31 years old and unmarried, and this situation will probably continue, and he can't see the turning point.

Sometimes he also thinks that maybe his whole life will be like this.

Or maybe one day fate will distort his life path and rush directly from the elevated to the ground, and he will not be able to save his current life.

I just hope that my old classmate made the right choice today and that his life will go smoothly in the future.

Jiang Zhao seemed to be particularly talkative today.

The old classmates are not colleagues, so they can speak freely.

It's just that he doesn't remember what he said. They chatted all over the place, just like the dormitory at the beginning of school at night, and there was endless talk.

Sometimes, just talking can make people happy.

Drinking beer one cup at a time diluted the memory.

Time was like fragments, and the next moment he was on the road, and he was a little confused.

Look at the time, it's three o'clock.

That guy Xie Kang was so full that he bought tickets at around [-] o'clock in the morning and took them to have a midnight snack and sing karaoke for so long.

I have to go to work tomorrow.

By the way, where is my car parked?
Jiang Zhao stood there and thought for a long time, but he didn't remember it. There seemed to be a puddle of paste in his brain.

Forget it, I'll look for it tomorrow.

"taxi."

He stepped off the curb and waved.

"Di-"

Jiang Zhao saw the dazzling high beams, and a black limousine was speeding towards it, using its horn as a brake. It didn't slow down or turn at all, and then everything started to spin.

He felt the shock of falling and couldn't exert any strength in his body.

The cold and rough ground was covered with sticky blood, and under the street lights, the dark red blood was covered with dust.

He exhaled a breath of hot breath, blurring his ears and eyes.

Jiang Zhao felt no pain, but felt as if heat was being discharged from his lungs.

He had no fear, lying on his side and looking forward.

The end of the road separates the sky and the earth, and the light of the street lamp gradually disperses, twists, and turns into a vortex.

'Did you blow your horn for fun before you hit me? '

'It seems to be a male driver with long hair. '

'How much did you drink? This is it. '

Jiang Zhao didn't feel any pain or hatred when encountering this kind of thing. Instead, his mind was full of random thoughts.

'If it weren't for a dump truck, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to cross...'

The moment before he lost consciousness, Jiang Zhao was still complaining in his heart, and then everything went away.

On the back of his left hand, a burn mark of a sword, shield and wing was glowing, evaporating into a phantom-like mist, wrapping a vague human figure that was somewhat similar to him, floating towards the sky, and entering another picture of thousands of lights in the sky. in the vortex.

Jingle bell--

"!"

Sit up in surprise.

Jiang Zhao looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar ceiling, the alarm clock on the bedside table was still buzzing with joy, and the first philosophical question emerged in his mind:
who am I?
(End of this chapter)