Everything in front of me was so familiar, but Marvin's brain was in chaos!

Here is...Pearl Harbor!?

He took a deep breath and instantly checked his data column:

【id: Mr. m】

[Profession: Shadow and God of Killing/Dark Night Lord/Phantom Assassin…]

【King of God: The Land of Nothingness】

【Believers: 3478】

...

Below is a series of data!

Ma Wen rubbed his temples, but this could not suppress his shock!

"Previous memory..."

"Didn't I travel through time? Why are I back again!"

"Wait...When did I travel through time?"

Marvin closed his eyes and tried to recall.

However, he had a blank memory about this part!

He looked at the people around him, and it was so real.

Unlike the real Fernan Mainland, there are still many characteristics in the game.

Compared to the more stern and depressing real version of Fernan, although Fernan in the game also encountered various pains, he injected a different kind of vitality because of the arrival of the Son of Gold!

[System tip: You have been submitted to the Bauhinia Guild...]

[System prompt: You have been submitted to the Shura Guild...]

[System prompt: You have been submitted to the Kalma Guild...]

Ma Wen was silent.

He vaguely remembered that before he "traveled through time", he did have a conflict with the three major guilds.

It doesn't seem to be a big deal!

It just robbed them of a secondary plane. After all, he is the new God of Shadow and Killing. He needs territory to establish the Kingdom of God!

After all, those NPC believers have to arrange a place to go.

The reason why I appeared in Pearl Harbor is that I just obtained the plane heart of the land of nothingness. I completed all the procedures for establishing the Kingdom of God there, and then returned to the continent of Fernan. I continued the next link of my mission of creating the gods.

After all, for Fernan now, the castration of God is just the beginning. Although he is far ahead of most players, he cannot slackew on his shoulders at all times!

"Wait...what is going on with that [Time Travel]?"

Marvin began to feel something was wrong.

He suddenly clicked on the game box and chose to exit the game!

...

Outside the window, there was a lot of traffic.

Even though Ma Wen lives on the 18th floor, there is a high-speed floating car that is galloping by.

From his windowsill.

The huge and expensive game warehouse quietly occupy two-thirds of the room.

In this world of rapid development, as a professional player, Marvin is almost all about him!

At this moment, an electronic sound automatically sounded:

"Reminder! Reminder! Mr. Ma Wen, you are going to attend the university class reunion at 4:00 this afternoon!"

Ma Wen scratched his head, but still did not recover from the previous shock.

But at least he still remembers the name of his electronic housekeeper: "Zebra... help me check... Well, what day is it today?"

He was desperate to know what was going on!

Everything around is so real!

Did you just take a nap by yourself just now?

No? Is there such a long and strange afternoon nap in this world?

Ma Wen was in doubt.

The electronic housekeeper promptly reported:

"Today is July 13, 17 AD. The latest redemption business has been completed. The two pieces of equipment you consigned in the game "Fernan Continent" have been bought, and 14,000 credit points have been transferred to your account. Of course, taxes have been automatically deducted."

17 years. That's right.

Ma Wen sat there in a daze, his mind suddenly turned blank.

I'm back again.

Or...I've never left?

That dream...that time travel...is so thrilling!

It's so real.

He just sat there, and it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

Ma Wen suddenly realized.

There is a class reunion in the afternoon! You can’t give up reality just because you have a strange dream, right?

Thinking of this, Ma Wen couldn't help but show a self-deprecating smile.

The class reunion... has never been a place where people like me show off, right?

...

At 4 pm, Hotel Wakelen.

When Marvin entered the hotel lobby, several sharp-eyed classmates recognized him at a glance!

"Hey! Marvin is here!"

"That kid is really here. I thought he wouldn't show up again?"

"Yo. I'm dressing pretty well, it seems that I'll do well after retirement."

"Shh. Don't say that, after all, they were on field work together. The last time it happened was not his fault."

"Yes, I'm quite miserable now. It's said that I've become a professional player in online games..."

These voices, whether high or low, or ridiculed or sympathized, all fell into Marvin's ears.

Maybe they thought Marvin couldn't hear it.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I have lost my combat ability, but how could I lose all my potential talents at level A at once?"

But he wouldn't bother with these people.

They are just the psychology of normal people.

Any normal person who sees a once arrogant genius who has lost all his halo, falls from the clouds, and becomes a disabled person will have some hidden gloom in his psychology, right?

Marvin saw these things clearly in his eyes.

Yes, Marvin is completely ruined now.

If it weren't for the current superb medical methods, he was paraplegic in a high position and would never have arrived at the hotel alone in a wheelchair with the assistance of medical equipment.

Similarly, because he lost control of every inch of his body, he could only enter the game warehouse.

He lost everything, but he still had his brain.

His neural reaction is still at level A, so he can become one of the best experts in the virtual world.

...

"Sit down!"

"Ma Wen, come here and have a table with us."

At this moment, a few classmates who had a good relationship greeted Ma Wen and went to the corner.

Ma Wen agreed happily. His mind is still very confused now, and he doesn't know what happened to the previous "time travel".

He decided it would be better to keep silent more.

Most of the students at this table have better relationships when they are in school.

Similarly, they are not the best group in the school.

The best group of people have not come yet.
To be continued...