Please call me CyberGhost King

Chapter 1 I’m no longer a human being!
  "Boom!!!"

The harsh sound of engine acceleration sounded, and a heavy truck quickly hit the pedestrians who were walking on the sidewalk with their heads down.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The screams of the people around him made Ke Ling, who was looking at his phone with his head down, raise his head in confusion, but it was obviously too late.

When Ke Ling's eyes caught sight of the heavy truck, the truck was already close at hand. Ke Ling could even see the many collisions and wear on the front of the car, as well as the faint trace of bright red.

"Is this still an old actor?"

At that moment, the classic image of "reincarnated truck" popped into Ke Ling's mind. The sense of déjà vu was too strong!
  "boom!!!"

The sound of collision sounded, and Ke Ling's body was freed like a kite with its string broken. The heavy truck only hit him.

As he was dying, Ke Ling clearly saw the green light flashing on the traffic light. He definitely did not run the red light!
  "Cough cough cough!!!"

Ke Ling sat up suddenly, his chest heaving. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were blood red, as if he had just died.

"No, he has indeed died once."

Looking at the surrounding environment, Ke Ling had mixed feelings in his heart. He was extremely convinced that these Japanese-style buildings with Japanese style and Tang style were obviously impossible to appear in his daily life.

The truck couldn't just hit him on the island next door, right?
  Moreover, the temperature was not right. It was much colder than before he was hit by the truck. His autumn clothes were a little thin in this environment.

Obviously, with the help of "Comrade Truck", he should have traveled through time.

"Sigh~~~"

Ke Ling gritted his teeth and took a breath, making a small contribution to the world's global warming.

"I used to talk online every day about when it would be my turn, when it would be my turn, but now it's really my turn."

Ke Ling complained. Fortunately, he had a classic start. He grew up in an orphanage, without a father or a mother, without worries, and was alone. Time travel was nothing more than changing his life in another place. The "warrior" chose someone like him to be the one. It really makes sense.

After teasing himself to relieve the tension in his heart, Ke Ling first chose to check his body.

She was still wearing the same cheap everyday casual clothes, with no blood stains, and her hands and feet were all original, with no missing arms or legs. Finally, Ke Ling checked his male sexual characteristics.

He breathed a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was still there and still so big.

It seems that he is traveling directly through physical body, rather than traveling through soul. This is good, as he does not have to live in someone else's face, and Ke Ling doesn't want to lose his handsome face. If he changes his body, who knows what he will grow into. What does it look like?

"System? Goldfinger? Grandpa? All the great masters? Are you there?"

After checking his body, Ke Ling did not act rashly. Having studied the "Essential Guide for Travelers" in depth, he understood that the first step after traveling through time was to confirm whether he had a [system] or other forms of time travel benefits. .

After trying in every possible way, Ke Ling finally gave up helplessly. He didn't get any response and did a lot of useless work.

"There is no system? Or does this system have any prerequisites for activation? Don't activate the system only when you are invincible."

While Ke Ling complained, he quickly recognized the reality that there was no help from the [System] for the time being, and he started the second step of the "Essential Guide for Travelers".

"Observe the surrounding environment and confirm the time and place where you are."

Ke Ling got up from the ground and began to observe the surrounding situation carefully.

It was night at this time, and the moonlight was a little dim, but there was still light on the roadside, which was a street lamp. The street lamp was very old-fashioned and had a sense of age, but it was indeed powered by electricity. There were also telephone poles on both sides of the road. This at least ruled out that it was from ancient times. possibility.

Ke Ling was standing on a roadside, leaning against the courtyard wall of someone's house. The surrounding buildings were quite Japanese-style, or rather Tang-style. They were all wooden structures and very old-fashioned.

There were no high-rise buildings within Ke Ling's field of vision, and the style of these buildings did not look modern, so they could only be modern times.

After preliminary judgment, Ke Ling came to the conclusion that this place was most likely modern Japan. The words on the buildings and roadside shop signs had already told him this.

"What I need to determine now is whether this is still my original world, let alone a world with a bunch of supernatural creatures."

Ke Ling stretched his body and stretched his muscles. Maybe it was a psychological effect. He was hit by a truck just now. He was still aching all over and felt uncomfortable everywhere.

The lights were dim and there was no one around. Ke Ling quickly performed a set of radio gymnastics. After doing one set, his body really stretched out and he felt much more comfortable.

"What are you doing?"

A voice suddenly sounded behind Ke Ling, full of confusion and confusion. This startled Ke Ling. This person walked silently?
  He quickly turned around and assumed a military fist posture that would prevent him from being stabbed 32 times. Ke Ling looked at the speaker warily, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. At least the creature who spoke looked like a normal person. Sample.

It was a young man with black hair, a tall figure, a skin as pale as paper, and a pair of plum-red eyes. He was dressed very gentlemanly, not in traditional clothes, but in a suit. This further confirmed Ke Ling's understanding of the times. Judging from my judgment, there was no such thing as a suit or dress in ancient Japan.

Under the dim light of the street lamp, this handsome young man held a black umbrella in his hand and looked at Ke Ling with a puzzled expression.

"Brother, in the middle of the night, if someone scares you, you will be scared to death."

Ke Ling squinted his eyes, but did not completely let down his guard. He tried to communicate, but after the words came out, he suddenly realized that the guy opposite didn't seem to be speaking Chinese.

But thinking about it, he had just concluded that this place was probably Japan, so it didn't seem surprising that he met Japanese people.

"Chinese people?"

While Ke Ling was thinking about how to communicate with the Japanese opposite, the young man took the initiative to speak in Chinese.

Even though the intonation is a little weird and has a bit of a flavor, it is indeed Chinese.

"You speak Chinese? That's great. I'm not familiar with this place. I'm wondering who I should contact to find out what's going on here."

Ke Ling's eyes lit up and he met someone who could speak Chinese. This reduced the initial difficulty a lot. At least he no longer had to worry about the language barrier.

"Hello, I am a tourist from China. I accidentally lost my way with my friends. Do you know where this place is? Also, what time is it now?" Ke Ling took a few steps forward. The man could speak Chinese, which immediately made him feel a lot more approachable. Furthermore, this guy could speak a foreign language, so he couldn't still be a monster, right?

Do Japanese monsters and monsters still need to learn a foreign language? Is it already so rolled?

"Interesting, Tianchao? Maybe I should have tried it earlier."

The Japanese young man smiled, with a strange beauty. He did not answer Ke Ling's question, but talked to himself.

Ke Ling couldn't understand what this guy was talking about. His "Japanese teachers" only taught him a very limited vocabulary.

For example, "Yamaidi", "Yoku Yiku" and the like, but these words are obviously not enough for him to communicate in daily life.

"You only know a little bit of Chinese? What a pity."

Ke Ling was a little disappointed. He thought the Japanese didn't understand what he said.

"Thank you, excuse me, I'll go find someone else to ask."

As a civilized person from the Kingdom of Heaven and a land of etiquette, the key is that he was recognized by others. Based on the principle of not embarrassing the motherland, Ke Ling said goodbye politely.

Even if the other party doesn't understand, at least he did it right. It's not surprising that there are many people.

Ke Ling turned around to leave, but just as he turned around, his face froze and his eyes widened involuntarily.

Because a sharp pain suddenly came from his chest. This kind of extreme physical pain was no less than when he was hit by a truck not long ago.

Lowering his head slightly, Ke Ling looked towards his chest. A sharp spike made of flesh and blood penetrated from his chest. The spike was covered with blood, and the spike tail was still twisting, which looked very strange.

"cough!"

A surge of blood surged into his throat, and Ke Ling coughed. He felt the call of death. The sharp thorns piercing his body seemed to be alive. Countless flesh thorns split and pierced his internal organs. The pain was immediately introduced. All limbs and bones.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Ke Ling couldn't bear it anymore and let out a cry of pain. He stretched out his hand to grab the flesh thorn. He wanted to pull himself off, but the moment he grabbed the flesh thorn, his hand had already been poked several holes. The flesh thorn seemed to be irritated.

The flesh thorns slowly rose up, lifting Ke Ling into the air. Under the influence of gravity, Ke Ling became more and more painful. He wanted to struggle, but the harder he struggled, the faster the pain came.

Born in the peaceful era of the Celestial Dynasty, as an orphan, Ke Ling had suffered a lot, but he had never encountered such a situation. He endured the pain and turned around to see the culprit.

Under the dim light, the young man wearing a top hat was still smiling. A pair of rose-red eyes seemed to be shining with blood. He stretched out a finger, and the thorn that stabbed Ke Ling came from one of his index fingers. Extended.

"Why? What are you?"

In pain, Ke Ling reluctantly spoke. The pain made him almost unable to control his facial muscles, and his words were slurred.

He had just been hit by a truck and traveled to a new place. Before he could understand the situation, he was about to be killed by an unknown creature. Ke Ling was very unwilling to accept it and wanted to die to understand.

"I'm giving you strength, feel it."

The handsome and evil young man spoke again, slowly and slowly. He still spoke Chinese. He understood Chinese and could also speak Chinese. Learning foreign languages ​​was one of his hobbies, and he had mastered Chinese a long time ago. Got it.

Ke Ling's eyes gradually widened, but his vision became increasingly blurry, and blood continued to flow from his chest. In the haze, the image of the evil young man in his eyes gradually overlapped with an anime character he had seen by chance before. got up.

"Boom!!!"

However, before Ke Ling could finally confirm the identity of this person, a terrifying blood energy rushed from the body to the brain. Ke Ling's eyes instantly turned red, his mind was no longer under his control, and his whole body began to undergo strange changes.

Both sides of his forehead bulged, thick demonic horns grew out, and a scarlet vertical eye appeared in the middle. The corners of his mouth were torn and raised, as if he was laughing wildly. The teeth in his mouth were like those of predators, extremely sharp. The nails were black and sharp, the skin was as pale as paper, strange black lines appeared on the body and face, and the muscles were enlarged.

At this time, Ke Ling looked like an evil ghost from hell, and his body had completely lost the aura of being human.

"puff."

The thorn in his chest was pulled out, and Ke Ling fell back to the ground. The injuries on his body had completely recovered. He was a little dazed, and the memory in his mind was like paste.

"Is this guy so talented?"

Looking at the confused kid in front of him, the evil young man couldn't help but frown, with dissatisfaction and disappointment visible to the naked eye on his face.

"Forget it, that's it."

The evil young man struggled for a while, but in the end he did not take back his blood. To him, this could only be regarded as a whim and a casual act.

"Your mission is to go back to heaven and find the blue flower of the other side."

He walked past Ke Ling, left a task, and left without waiting for Ke Ling's response. The waste was not worth his time.

"Yes."

Ke Ling responded, feeling confused, his mind was still a blur, and all his memories were distorted.

He didn't know why he listened to the young man, but the young man's voice seemed to have a magical power that made him instinctively dare not disobey. The order came from the depths of his soul.

This confused state lasted for a long time until [Ding! There was a sound, and Ke Ling suddenly woke up.

【Ding! 】

[Extreme system. Start. 】

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