Elements: group portrait, slow-burn, realistic adventure, relaxed atmosphere, system construction, fantasy battle.
Ling Miao has two goals in life.
First, stay alive.
Second, go home.
He traveled to a different world of swords and "magic" - here some people could summon heavy rain out of thin air, and some could hear whispers hundreds of miles away with their eyes closed.
And the ability he acquired in a daze was just to summon a few wooden thorns on the ground, or to barely condense a wooden stick.
That's it, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't.
There are no system prompts, and there are no plug-ins around. You have to be careful when killing monsters, and you have to calculate your rations when going out.
Ling Miao originally thought that her journey home was destined to be bumpy.
Until he rescued a tough-talking, soft-hearted aristocratic young man from a human trafficker - he was obviously about the same age as himself, but there was always some kind of paranoid longing hidden in his eyes.
Until he met a girl from a declining family at a hunting competition - she should be learning social etiquette at home, but she clenched her weapon and refused to look back.
Until one time when he was deeply surrounded, a tiger-eared girl fell from the sky - the flames and the wind of fists came together, and her smile was brighter than anyone else.
The more people gather, the longer the journey becomes.
They shared the harvest in front of the campfire and stayed side by side all night in the dark forest.
There is still a long way to go home.
But with someone accompanying me, it doesn't seem that difficult to walk.
