"Crunch."
The sound of the door pushing back echoed softly, revealing the old room. Qin Fu hesitated at the threshold, drawing a numb smile from the corner of his mouth. As he stepped inside, a wave of loneliness washed over him, brought on by the empty space that seemed to mirror his own sense of isolation. Despite the seemingly new start, there was an underlying resignation to his circumstances. Yet, amidst the solitude, there was an ember of hope, a quiet determination to find meaning in his unexpected journey.
"What's the use of crossing over? Don't you still have to work?"
Before the time travel, Qin Fu was a ninety-nine-year-old office worker, an orphan. His life had been a long string of solitary years behind a desk, devoid of family ties or lasting friendships. As for how to cross over, he didn't know how to cross over; he only remembered that his eyes were dark, and then he opened his eyes and came here.
I thought there would be some new changes in my life, but I was still an orphan; fortunately, I had a house that belonged to me in this life, and I bought it in full.
He sighed helplessly, took off his shoes, and prepared to cook a meal; he had an interview in the afternoon.
At the table.
Qin Fu swiped his phone while holding chopsticks.
He spoke with his mouth full, voice muffled.
"Good guy, this world is quite dangerous. Young people entered the villa with knives and were killed on the spot. It seems that it is better to go out less at night recently."
Just as Qin Fu was swiping his phone, there was an imperceptible crackling sound from the kitchen.
Just as he got up to look at the dishes, a violent explosion erupted with a blinding flash and searing heat, flinging him across the room as the deafening sound echoed in his ears. The whole scene dissolved into a chaotic mixture of light and darkness as his body turned into char.
The power of the gas explosion obliterated Qin Fu, sparing him from further pain, but moments before his consciousness flickered out, a fragmented whisper reached through the chaos.
"Hunter, welcome to ..... Reincarnation Paradise! "
..............
[Body Transmission .......]
[10%, 50%, 100%, the transmission is completed, and it is confirmed that the hunter's body has suffered a lot of damage, and it needs to be repaired......] ]
[The hunter's consciousness has not been awakened, the repair order has been delayed, and the minimum survival state is now maintained, lasting for ten minutes .......] ]
[Drop..., find that the Hunter's talent is a growth talent, and the survival time is added by one hour. ]
Qin Fu covered his painful head and slowly stood up.
"I think I've died again.""Damn it, why did I say again?"
Suddenly, the pitch-black environment and the light blue text in front of him made his drowsy brain wake up a little. Around him, faintly vibrating waves pulsed through the space, a constant, low hum gently breaking the silence. As his senses sharpened, he noticed the subtle, erratic shifts in gravity that made him feel lighter with each passing second, as if he might float away. These peculiarities hinted at a realm governed by unfamiliar rules, ones he would soon have to navigate.
[Hunter, welcome to the "Reincarnation Paradise". ]
Looking at the light blue text in front of him, Qin Fu's eyes widened. This inexplicable sense of déjà vu, he would not have traveled to the world of reincarnation paradise???
The novel that has been interrupted for a longer time?
The protagonist is called Zhanmei Su.
And the hunter? Who? Me?
I am a ninety-nine-year-old worker.
[Hunter, you are not dead, yes/are you willing to join the 'Reincarnation Paradise', here is everything you want.] ]
[1:01:4],[1:01:3].....
Qin Fu looked at the blood-red countdown in front of him. His face was uncertain; he was also a loyal reader of the Reincarnation Paradise, although he had fantasized about coming here countless times, but he was really a little hesitant on this day.
After all, the risk factor of Reincarnation Paradise is notoriously outrageous.
[59:58; 6]......
[Hunter, please communicate with 'Paradise' as soon as possible to sign a contract; otherwise, you will die after "59 minutes and 58 seconds". ]