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Xu Zhifeng was awakened by the biting cold and the burning emptiness in his stomach. It was as if his consciousness had been submerged in the deep sea for a long time and finally struggled to surface. What came with it was not the familiar alarm clock sound in the university dormitory, but the complex stench that filled the nose - rotten food, excrement, and some kind of... Mixture of blood and mold. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was a dark, low roof, barely made of dirty, oily rags and rotten wood. The cold wind penetrated through countless gaps and scraped like an icy knife across his body, which was only wearing a tattered single coat. This is not his college dormitory. Memories came flooding back, with confusing pain. One moment ago, he, Xu Zhifeng, an ordinary college student in the 21st century, was still staying up late reviewing "Macroeconomics" for the upcoming final exam. The next moment... There seemed to be a strange flicker on the computer screen, and his consciousness fell into boundless darkness. When you wake up, you will be here. In a completely unfamiliar body, full of despair and savagery. This body is also named Xu Zhifeng, but its identity is that of a... Little beggar struggling on the verge of death. He was only about fourteen or fifteen years old, very skinny, and his body was weak due to long-term malnutrition. At this moment, he was huddled in a corner similar to a slum shack, with musty hay under him. "Through time..." Mang.