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"Sir, regarding how we can return to Earth in 2014, we need to create a Temporal Turbulence, and after precise calculations within the Temporal Turbulence, there is a possibility of going back... Of course, this is difficult, and there is also the risk of getting lost in the Temporal Turbulence, wandering into other time rifts."
Xiong Zhi closed his eyes and frowned. He had been searching for a way back for years, and after losing his memory, he became even more determined to achieve this goal. After losing his memory, there was nothing much to hold onto; if anything, the only thing was Lan, but Lan had long...
"Is it possible... Zero, do you think this world is still Earth?" Xiong Zhi asked.
"We were transported by a black hole, which leaves us with two possibilities..."
Indeed, there were two possibilities. One was that the black hole brought Ziyu over and appeared directly in the "past" of the place where Ziyu was traveling. This meant that the location where Ziyu currently was would become outer space of Earth many years later.
The other possibility was that after traversing, Ziyu did not find a home and, in an unconscious state, drifted for a long time in the form of electromagnetic waves (the form of a soul) to a very distant place.
If it were the latter, it would be troublesome; it was very likely that after Xiong Zhi traveled back, he would be far from Earth... even facing danger.
"Let's hope it's the first situation..." Xiong Zhi suddenly became energized. "Oh right, you know what? This place is just like what novels describe on Earth! There are swordsmen and assassins... I think if I can't go back for now, I might as well practice my swordsmanship and make a name for myself... Then finally return to 2014 and disappear here, leaving behind a good story for the people here!"
"Uh... alright... theoretically feasible..."
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After Zero appeared, there were many sunny days; there were no generators here, so Xiong Zhi had to fend for himself.
The hardships of these years were not necessarily bad for Xiong Zhi; these experiences might reveal their value much later.
Xiong Zhi's long-term efforts allowed him to escape from slavery and become a servant.
One day was the birthday of the head of the Royal Family, Wang Yuanwai.
"Wishing the head of the family blessings as vast as the East Sea and longevity like the South Mountain!" Servants were not allowed to be reckless, so they all knelt down together in unison towards Wang Yuanwai at the center of the crowd above them to celebrate before going about their duties to serve those who came here.
"Haha, Wang Yuanwai is indeed growing stronger with age; another year has passed..." an old man with white whiskers joked heartily.
"Wu Xiong, don't tease me like that. If you say it this way, I might not live much longer..." Wang Yuanwai also laughed.
Wu Jie, an elder of the Wu Family, was the previous family head. He had long passed the position to the younger generation and was a peer of Wang Yuanwai; the two were good friends.
It is better to say they were old friends rather than just friends...
Wu Jie had already handed over the family head position, while Wang Yuanwai still held onto it.
It was a lively day, celebrating Wang Yuanwai's seventieth birthday! The family heads from nearby families sent gifts, and those who could not attend arranged for their juniors to come and celebrate.
The Wang residence naturally played host, and after a round of celebrations and a grand feast, things began to settle down.
The guests wandered around the Wang residence while the servants dispersed to various places, ready to assist whenever needed.
"Ugh... I'm exhausted..." Xiong Zhi, as a servant, naturally couldn't rest. When those important figures arrived, they all had "transportation," some on horseback and others in carriages. To Xiong Zhi, riding a horse was somewhat torturous... it couldn't compare to flying in a spaceship!
Xiong Zhi had to settle these horses and feed them good hay. Going back and forth like this was quite tiring for Xiong Zhi.
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Xiong Zhi took a short break.
"What happened outside?" Xiong Zhi sat next to the stable; there were hardly any people around, so Xiong Zhi didn't know what was happening outside.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, which soon quieted down again.
"I'll go take a look!" Xiong Zhi stood up.
Before him was a white haze; someone must have released some smoke... Xiong Zhi groped forward cautiously.
"What happened?" The visibility was very low, making it difficult to see far.
"This..." Xiong Zhi's pupils contracted.
Before him lay a corpse, the body intact, having been killed instantly by a sharp instrument that slit the throat. It seemed to have died in an instant.
As Xiong Zhi moved forward, he saw many more corpses, all having died from a single blow!
"Could it be that the earlier commotion was due to an accident, and the subsequent silence is because everyone is dead?" A chill ran down Xiong Zhi's spine at this thought.
How long had it been? Just a few breaths, and everyone was dead? How strong must the killer be?
Xiong Zhi proceeded cautiously, slowly moving forward until he finally reached the main hall. Wang Yuanwai was still there, and very little smoke had spread inside; the main hall was still visible. However, looking out from the main hall revealed a vast expanse of white.
"Master, are you alright?" Xiong Zhi hurriedly asked.
This was the master's birthday, a day meant for celebration; it shouldn't turn into a day of mourning...
"I'm fine. What about outside?" The master had some impression of this diligent former slave who had risen in status.
"From what I saw, everyone is dead..." Xiong Zhi replied seriously.
Although Xiong Zhi had little fondness for the people of this Wang residence aside from the young lady, as a servant, he still knew how to be tactful.
Xiong Zhi wasn't lacking in spirit or self-worth; he was just waiting for an opportunity. One day he would rise to power and return to 2014, where he would use technology to create his own legend!
"Who are you?" The master suddenly called out towards the entrance.
Xiong Zhi turned to look as well, still maintaining his position on one knee.
A figure appeared in the White Mist, a graceful silhouette.
"It's always so cliché. Many people ask me who I am when they see me, countless times. I only have one answer... the one who will kill you..." The figure had long flowing hair and was holding something in hand.
When the figure entered the great hall and became clear, Wang Yuanwai's pupils constricted.
"Xiao... Xiaoyaozi... weren't you dead?" Wang Yuanwai exclaimed in surprise.
The Xiaoyaozi before him truly lived up to his name, looking quite handsome, even comparable to a woman. It was rumored that a flower thief once took a liking to him, only to be killed by him with a single sword strike.
"Just as you thought, everyone outside, I've killed them all... Just kidding, how could I possibly die so easily?" Xiaoyaozi sneered.
In Xiaoyaozi's hand was a sword, a sword dripping with blood.
Xiaoyaozi was an assassin. In this world, there is a ranking list that rates assassins based on their danger level, and Xiaoyaozi ranked tenth.
Calculating, Xiaoyaozi had lived for forty years now, yet still appeared so ethereal.
Xiaoyaozi was once a member of the most mysterious assassination organization, Dark River, but later he betrayed them.
[Yesterday I had something to do in the afternoon, and today I have something as well, so it got delayed. Here are 2000 words first; there will be two chapters in the afternoon and evening, meaning there will be three chapters today. Tomorrow, barring any surprises, there should also be three chapters.]
[Unexpected situation... cough cough, I finished my college entrance examination... the results come out at midnight tonight... you understand? Hehe.]
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