Chaofeng is dead. Then he woke up. The white-haired old man handed him a brown paper bag and said it was a time-travel gift package - five hundred spirit stones, a beginner's guide, and a psychic card. If you lose it, don't replace it. One-time compensation. Chaofeng felt that the word was familiar. It's like severance pay from your employer.
He traveled to a cyberpunk world driven by spiritual power. Feijian needs to buy insurance, the rune screen plays nightclub advertisements, and the convenience store downstairs has a special offer of three spiritual stones on a bowl of Lingli Douhua. He was originally a good-for-nothing in the third year of high school with a D- spiritual power. He lived in Tongzi Building in the East District and owed two months of electricity bills. There were two people in his address book - a deskmate and an automatic notification number from the Academic Affairs Office.
The bottom of the paper bag is stamped with Si Tianjian's seal: batch number 017. There are still sixteen batches ahead. There is a line of small words printed on the bag - "Anyone who completes tasks and gives rewards is a scam. Pay attention to protect yourself."
Chaofeng felt something was wrong. Why does the government print anti-fraud warnings on every traveler's paper bag? The way of heaven in this world is deceiving the time travellers. Someone did it and didn't come back.
Later, he found a yellowed note in his original notebook. It is not the original handwriting.
Two years and nine months ago, a time traveler walked to the East District. He ate a bowl of beef noodles. Then the people disappeared.
