On a scorching summer day in Z City, a sudden clap of thunder and lightning illuminated the previously cloudless sky.
In an instant, dark clouds covered the sky, and torrential rain, accompanied by streaks of lightning, poured down.
On the upper floor of a detached two-story building in an urban village, a slightly chubby figure was cursing and swearing as he hurriedly gathered up the clothes he had hung on the second-floor corridor.
“Damn it, God, I finally get a day off and they won’t even let me have a moment’s peace!” Zhou Ye, a single man in his early thirties, born in the 1980s, never attended university.
He dropped out of high school due to family reasons, though that’s not entirely accurate.
He entered society at the age of seventeen without any marketable skills.
He worked as a security guard, a kitchen helper, and a street vendor.
Now, he is a proud online entrepreneur.
To sum up the first half of his life in one sentence: he failed at everything he tried, but he could never get enough to eat.
Originally, the income from setting up a street stall was not bad.
He could barely make five or six thousand yuan a month.
If he did this for ten years or so, Zhou Ye might be able to buy a not-too-big house in a third- or fourth-tier city where housing prices were not too expensive, marry a not-too-pretty wife, and reach a not-too-high peak in life.
Just thinking about it makes me a little excited.
Unfortunately, the city management officials in my great foodie country are too powerful.
They cleaned up the city’s small vendors two years ago.
So Zhou Ye had no choice but to follow the trend of the times and the development of society.
He joined Boss Ma’s team and became a proud online merchant, selling small ornaments produced by his friends’ small factories on Taobao.
His income was so-so, barely enough to make ends meet in Z City, a first-tier city.
The luxury of dating was basically out of his reach.
To be honest, Zhou Ye isn’t bad-looking.
He’s 1.8 meters tall, but his figure has become a bit out of shape due to lack of exercise from spending too much time in front of the computer in the past two years.
He has big eyes and a chubby face.
Anything that gets fat gives people a strange sense of humor, and Zhou Ye is no exception.
Unfortunately, in this era, people don’t care about feelings, they only care about money.
With money, there are feelings; without money, there are no feelings.
So Zhou Ye, with his average income, is still single.
Amidst the chaos and commotion, Zhou Ye managed to salvage the clothes he had hung out to dry in the hallway and bring them back to his rented room, which was less than 20 square meters.
He casually took a bottle of Coke from the second-hand mini-fridge he had gotten from a scrap yard, opened the cap, and gulped down more than half of it.
As the ice-cold Coke went down his throat, Zhou Ye felt as if he had cooled down considerably.
Although it was thundering and raining heavily outside, Zhou Ye dared to open his window to save on electricity bills, thanks to the awning on the window and the lack of wind.
“Phew!” Zhou Ye let out a long breath and sat down at his computer desk by the window.
Looking at the still motionless Aliwangwang on the screen, he knew that he probably hadn’t made a single sale that morning.
“Forget it, I’ll just watch a movie to pass the time!” he said, opening his movie app to find a new film to kill some time.
Suddenly, a series of thunderclaps sounded outside.
“Boom—boom—!” Startled, Zhou Ye accidentally tapped on a small advertisement on the movie playback page.
He cursed angrily, “Which fellow cultivator is undergoing tribulation here?
It seems they’ve committed quite a few sins.
At the very least, there must be countless murders and rivers of blood!” Just then, thunder roared louder and louder outside, as if it were drifting towards Zhou Ye.
Looking up from the sky, a ball of light, like a comet with a long tail, was seen descending from the sky.
Bolts of lightning struck the ball of light, as if determined to destroy it.
The ball of light wobbled as it fell, relentlessly fleeing downwards.
Finally, just as it was about to hit the ground, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck down.
The ball of light struck Zhou Ye’s open window.
“Holy crap, am I undergoing a tribulation…!” Amidst a blinding flash of lightning, Zhou Ye felt a sharp pain all over his body, followed by numbness, and then he lost consciousness.
——This is the dividing line for those in a coma—— After an unknown amount of time, the dark, humanoid object on the floor next to the computer in the room twitched.
Then, the black, humanoid object, resembling an African refugee, slowly rose to its feet.
“I’m going to fuck you!” Zhou Ye exhaled a puff of black smoke, stood up unsteadily, and slowly walked to his small bathroom, looking in the mirror.
He muttered to himself, “Please, please don’t let me get disfigured.
We’re already broke, and if I get disfigured, I’ll never be able to find a wife…” The mirror reflected a non-mainstream black man with completely black hair and spiky hair.
“Holy crap, is this some kind of talent skill they’re going to give me?” Zhou Ye looked at his dark-skinned reflection in the mirror, speechless.
“But I really don’t want the stealth talent skill!” As he spoke, he turned on the tap and started washing vigorously, muttering to himself, “It would be more appropriate to give me that black guy’s extraordinary talent.
Anyone who wants the stealth skill can have it, but I don’t want it…!” After washing up, Zhou Ye finally returned to his original plump and fair appearance.
He casually picked out a pair of half-dry underwear hanging in the bathroom, put them on, and walked out of the bathroom.
Only then did he see his house, which looked like it had been hit by a typhoon, and a scream rang out.
“Ah!!!
My entire fortune…
my goods…
my livelihood!!!” It took Zhou Ye quite a while to tidy up the house from when the typhoon passed through to when it was after the earthquake.
Anyway, that’s how bachelor dormitories are, unless the bachelor has obsessive-compulsive disorder or is a germaphobe.
“What a heavy loss!” Zhou Ye said, habitually opening a bottle of cola, sitting down at the computer, and casually pressing the power button.
After pressing the button, he couldn’t help but laugh at himself, “I’m so stupid…
I clearly saw the lightning strike first—” A beep—the sound of a computer powering on interrupted his self-deprecating humor.
“My computer!
…Holy crap, this cheap, cobbled-together machine is this durable?
Or have I activated protagonist mode?” Zhou Ye stared intently at his computer screen, as if trying to see something amazing.
Thinking about the well-known wish-fulfillment novels like “The Mysterious Computer” and “Imagine My Computer Can Time Travel,” Zhou Ye couldn’t help but get excited.
Was he going to be the protagonist starting today…?
As the familiar Windows 7 welcome screen came into view, Zhou Ye’s heart, which had been pounding with excitement, finally calmed down.
Disappointed, he leaned back in his chair, having thought he would gain some kind of cheat code.
“Oh well, I guess I’m just not cut out for being a protagonist!” But not giving up, he casually opened his Taobao shop, thinking, what if his friend’s cheat code is the “Multiverse Shop”?
Unfortunately…
AliWangWang remained silent.
Zhou Ye searched repeatedly, but while AliWangWang had all the functions it should have, it had none of the functions it shouldn’t have.
He shook his head in frustration.
It seemed he really wasn’t the main character.
He clicked on one of his favorite movies, a popular one in Tokyo, where ordinary people approached him on the street.
With tissues ready, he decided to write something to relieve his depression.
But for some reason, the movies that used to get him excited now seem completely unappealing.
“Damn it, did I get electrocuted and become a saint?!” Increasingly irritable, Zhou Ye grabbed a lighter and threw it on the keyboard.
At that moment, something unexpected happened—the lighter, due to the reaction force of the keyboard, bounced towards the computer screen like a pebble on water, then rippled across the screen like a stone falling into water, and disappeared before Zhou Ye’s eyes.
Holy crap!!!!!!!!!
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