Chen Ke sat on the stone bench in the garden, looking up at the blood-red sky, his eyes melancholy and blurred.
He traveled through time and space to a dangerous world, and his soul attached itself to the body of a fourteen-year-old boy.
The boy's name is also Chen Ke, and he is a student at Haotian Academy.
Three days ago, the demon army launched a massive attack on the city and the battle was brutal.
Little Chen Ke couldn't resist his curiosity and secretly climbed up the city wall.
The army of demon wings that covered the sky, the spiritual javelins and shells flying in the air, and the giant sword of creation that plowed a hundred meters of blood.
A nine-headed demon dragon that is a hundred feet long and a practicing giant that is ten feet tall were stirring up the clouds in the sky.
The violent giant cultivator swung his iron fist and smashed the nine heads of the demon dragon.
A dragon head dropped from the sky, spilling blood, and slammed into the city wall.
Little Chen Ke was like a humble ant, being lifted into the air by the surging air waves.
He returned to his mansion and died.
It's so miserable.
The corners of Chen Ke's mouth twitched and he controlled his ears hard.
He thought that this would help him get rid of the horrific images in his mind.
He clasped his hands together and bowed to the sky:
"Go with peace of mind. Now that I have taken over your body, your rich father will be my father from now on. I will inherit your will and continue to live a life of debauchery and drunkenness."
It's no wonder that he has no mole on his chest. His ex's brain is a mess.
He is good for nothing except eating, drinking, having fun and spending money.
And this body is so useless, I can't do anything.
He was small in stature, with atrophied muscles, and had become nothing but skin and bones after a serious illness.
That little face is more Luyu than Luyu.
That's right, if he had a few more pounds on his face, he would actually be quite handsome.
I'm so weak that I don't even have the energy to date someone, and I still travel around the world with a sword, haha!
Chen Ke sighed and missed his body in his previous life very much.
He is 185cm tall, with three big abdominal muscles and two long legs. With this physique, he would be a shame not to be a gigolo.
Of course Chen Ke would not be a gigolo.
After his parents passed away, his grandfather raised him and sent him to college with the hard-earned money he earned from selling duck necks.
If he cooked a duck, grandpa would definitely climb out of the coffin and stew his neck.
So Chen Ke could only work diligently and honestly in the city.
Until one day when he got an electric shock while playing on the computer, he came to this strange world.
The past is too hard to recall.
Retracting his thoughts, Chen Ke looked at his shriveled chest and became depressed again.
Whose fourteen-year-old child would grow chest hair?
Let it grow, but only one strand has grown.
This hair emerged from the fair skin, black, strong, and shiny, as if all of Chen Ke's life essence was concentrated in this hair.
It looks like a mouse's tail or a cat's whisker. With a slight flick of the finger, it begins to swing independently and in a secluded manner.
Hair is actually a good thing, but it also depends on who it grows on.
It grows on Jack Ma's body and is thicker than the waist of a loser.
Growing on Sun Wukong's body, it becomes a powerful clone.
If it grows on Yang Zhu's body, it will be even more powerful, as one strand can benefit all mankind.
It must not be easy to have a body that is a time traveler, right?
Chen Ke was hesitant.
To pull out or not to pull out, that is the question.
He was really afraid that if he pulled too hard, the pipa-like ribs would crack open like mud, and some monster would crawl out from inside.
But if you don't pull it out, it will be just this one strand, which is not only ugly but also weird.
Just then, a middle-aged embroiderer came under the hanging flower gate.
The embroiderer was wearing a long gown with ancient style and twisting her plump buttocks as she walked gracefully along the corridor on one side.
Chen Ke looked at the embroiderer's back and finally made up his mind.
In order to live a shameless life, he must pull out this hair.
With his clothes half undressed, he raised his middle finger, rolled the hair around his finger, and tied it tightly.
With strength that could move mountains and unparalleled courage, Chen Ke took a deep breath and said,
"Get up!"
Hiss!
He thought it would hurt, but he didn't expect it to hurt so much.
The chest hair was plucked out, one end was wrapped around the middle finger, and a mouse was hanging from the other end.
mouse!
mouse!
mouse!
Chen Ke felt terrible. Damn, this was the mouse I used to play games on the night of the power outage.
I've been using this mouse for a year.
I bought a mouse last year.
Buzz!
Before Chen Ke could come to his senses, the thick black hair turned into a stream of light and coiled around his body.
Countless data currents ran rampant in his body, turning into thousands of threads and binding together with Chen Ke's biological current.
The mouse also began to glow, black turning into white, and finally becoming completely transparent, leaving only a faint outline.
With a sudden sound, the mouse penetrated into Chen Ke's palm and disappeared completely.
Chen Ke suddenly came to his senses, and after a moment of shock, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
Sure enough, this is not an ordinary hair, but a mouse wire!
The mouse I bought last year came through time with me and became my cheat code?
But the problem is that this world has no electricity, no Internet, no computers, and not even a keyboard.
What's the use of a mouse?
When he was confused, a strange light appeared in Chen Ke's eyes and the window changed instantly.
The courtyard is still the same courtyard, and the flower garden is still the same flower garden.
The corridor is still the corridor, and the embroiderer who did not walk far is still the embroiderer.
The only difference is that the entire picture is covered with a filtered texture, like a simulated scene in a game.
Beep beep!
A red mouse pointer appeared, moved around the window for a moment, and suddenly locked onto the embroiderer.
A dialog box that was very familiar to me in my previous life popped up:
"Lock on the target, do you want to check the target's performance?"
Chen Ke was amazed and said,
"Is there any need to ask? Of course I checked."
As soon as he thought about it, a transparent mouse appeared in his hand. Although it was suspended in mid-air, it was more stable than when playing games.
Pah pah.
Almost instinctively, Chen Ke clicked "yes".
A menu immediately popped up on the embroiderer's body, and it quickly enlarged from far away to near in front of Chen Ke's eyes.
Target skills:
"Breastfeeding, mastery"
"Embroidery, proficiency"
Looking at these two entries, Chen Ke was dumbfounded again.
Breastfeeding? Embroidery?
What the hell is this?
The breastfeeding technique is amazing, she can breastfeed in 360 degrees?
He couldn't figure it out anyway.
Chen Ke began to understand a little bit. After all, the embroiderer was an ordinary person at the bottom of society, and these two were probably the only skills she had.
Use the mouse pointer to randomly select an entry, and a dialog box will pop up again:
"Do you want to copy the skills?"
Copy skills?
Wait, let me think about it.
Does copying mean copying the embroiderer's skills onto myself?
So, I can master a skill without having to learn anything?
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense, and Chen Ke laughed out loud.
Try it first.
There is no need to consider breastfeeding. Since the physical conditions are not good enough, the only option is embroidery.
Chen Ke flicked his wrist coquettishly, pointed the mouse pointer at "Embroidery", and then chose Copy.
"Copying requires 20 points of mental power. You only have 31 points of mental power left. Do you want to continue?"
Chen Ke looked at the pop-up dialog box and clicked "Yes" in the lower left corner without hesitation.
With a whoosh, a beam of light flew out from the embroiderer's body and went straight into Chen Ke's forehead.
Chen Ke felt as if his brain was about to be crushed, and his head was spinning.
Immediately his nose began to bleed, his vision went black, and he fell backwards into the flower bed.
Black screen?
No!
Chen Ke screamed, his head tilted, and he fainted.