A Useless Start, Overthrowing the Locke Kingdom

Falling asleep while painting heterochromatic fair pigeons late at night Open your eyes again He lay on the grass of Qingfeng Mountain and crossed over. The ecstasy lasted less than three minutes. An owl recognized him as the "Starless One" and fanned him into a crevice in the mountain with one wing. Since then: Being besieged by the Queen Swarm, escaping by smearing his face with mud, and being randomly knocked away by the Frostwing Lord while climbing a cliff. Time travel is not a cool cheat novel, it is a hardcore survival story where you may die in every chapter. His golden finger? An information residual system with a very low sense of existence: only when contacting the elves, Only then will the memory fragments of relevant knowledge be passively flashed back. Almost equal to none. In the Sleeping Owl Sanctuary, he met the first elf - the dying slab shell. It survived on cocoa nuts, helped him across the swamp with water bubbles, and touched his wrist with its tail. Then it was taken away by bandits on the commercial road. With the tip of the knife at his throat and blood streaming down his face, he was tied into a carriage and transported to a shopping street for sale. The fantasy of time travel was completely shattered at this moment. From a shopping street slave to a fugitive, from a starless person to conquering the devil. This is not a "travel to the peak" story. This is a story about "starting from a place lower than everyone else".