Zhen Ming, a social worker who stayed up late to revise his plans and catch up on updates, was blocked by a chubby calico cat in his dream.
Lihuamao introduced himself: "My name is Pangpang. I am an employee of the System Management Bureau. Seeing that you have great potential, I invite you to participate in the world travel plan. It is just for fun and has no tasks. The skills you have learned will be retained for life. Do you want to go?"
Zhen Ming, who was sleepy and unconscious, responded casually and opened his eyes——
Zombies were banging on the door downstairs, and the rotten smell penetrated through the cracks in the windows.
Zhen Ming: "... Isn't it? The first stop is so exciting?!"
There are no mandatory tasks, no death penalty, no need to steal the life of the original owner, and no need to forcefully follow the plot.
She is just the most ordinary passerby in every world, living her life peacefully, meeting passers-by, watching the rise and fall of dynasties, and etching all her experiences and abilities into her own flesh and blood.
She built a safe house to grow vegetables in the zombie apocalypse, opened a bookstore in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, and listened to the stories of supernatural beings.
Working odd jobs from cave to cave on the way to learn scriptures, guarding the safety of small villages during the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms,
In the Middle Ages, she worked as a down-and-out earl to help the poor in her territory, and in the Darui Dynasty she worked as the daughter-in-law of a merchant, working in shipping and making money.
Meditate in the Buddhist world of immortality and ascend earlier than all the chosen ones; work as an awakened robot in the apocalyptic base, repair mechas and build power stations to protect the entire city.
In the 1970s, he went from being an educated youth in the countryside to becoming an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Chinese Academy of Sciences. In the interstellar era, he drove a second-hand starship and roamed the entire universe.
A dozen worlds, hundreds of years of life.
Awakening from a dream, reality only lasted one night.
Zhen Ming rubbed his eyes, opened the document and wrote down all his experiences in a book. The title of the book is "No, why did you travel through time again?" .
Then the book exploded.
The transparent little writer who once cried when he couldn't sign a contract has become a top-notch writer recognized by the entire Internet.
When Pangpang said goodbye with a small dried fish in his mouth, he left her a calico cat pendant.
Many years later, when she died, she opened her eyes again and saw the chubby tabby cat squatting in the starry sky hall and waving the tip of its tail at her.
"A new travel plan has begun. Are you still going?"
"Of course."
The journey of one person and one cat never ends.
Small Theater
Reader: The details in every world of Madam are so real! He is well versed in the local customs, customs and industry, and it feels like he has actually been there!
Zhen Ming's hand on the keyboard paused: ... That's right, that's right.
Pangpang squatted on the keyboard and typed out a string of garbled characters: Is today's dried fish canned?
Zhen Ming: Come on, come on, ancestors.
Intention: See the mountains and rivers and the world, read all kinds of things, and still be yourself