[Rebirth] Messiah of the Nightingale

The panel with an aspect ratio of 16:9 flickered, changing from blurred to clear, and the silver light on the light blue background condensed into a line of words.

【Welcome to the Messiah 2.0 system. 】

Then the silver words rolled up and began to swipe the screen.

[In the era of the great universe, intelligent life forms are divided into 26 levels, the highest civilization is A, and the lowest civilization is Z. 】

Qi Yan: "..." Is there still an opening CG?

He already understood these contents when he met the clerk who claimed to be number 117.

117 also mentioned that the civilization level of the earth is Y, which is a super-primitive civilization that counts backwards...

Jumping CG seems to be a common problem left by playing games, especially such a boring popular science CG.Qi Yan began to look for the option to skip or fast forward.

The swiping continues.

[...So, in order to protect the primary intelligent life forms below the T level, our Great Universe Alliance has specially formulated the Messiah plan, which is the savior plan. 】

[Based on the principle of non-interference as much as possible, the planet that has been hit by extinction will have the privilege of going back in time for ten years, and randomly select one of the natives of this planet to become the Messiah (savior), and with the help of the Messiah system, fight for Chance of Survival...]

【...If it fails, our alliance will directly send troops to carry out the rescue. At the same time, the Messiah will die, and the planet will be deprived of its autonomy. 】

Qi Yan couldn't find the fast-forward and cancel button, so he slapped the panel impatiently, the soft touch was like water waves floating in mid-air, "I know, I'm so annoying."

The CG is still sliding slowly and patiently, describing it in detail, and it is even clear when it will be upgraded to 2.0.

Qi Yan sighed, shouldn't it be so long-winded every time it starts up?

It seemed very long, but in fact it took only 3 minutes. The silver text disappeared, and what appeared on the panel was the indifferent but handsome head of clerk 117, who was known as the Bureau of Rare and Rare Organisms (abbreviated as Bureau of Rare Creatures), with short hair like ice silk. The textured silver eyeballs rolled slightly, staring at Qi Yan, and said flatly, "Please note, this is not a game."

Qi Yan said: "You have said it no less than a hundred times."

No. 117 continued: "Don't expect to be able to cheat, pause, save and load files. Every action of yours affects the progress of the mission and the survival of your hometown. It must be completed quickly and reliably."

Qi Yan had no choice but to nod: "I see."

No. 117 looked at him carefully for a while, nodded, and disappeared.

The true face of Mount Lu on the panel was finally revealed in front of Qi Yan.

There are a total of six options on the rectangular panel, namely: Package, Notes, Synthesis, Tasks, Skills and Others.

As the name suggests, the package is used to hold all props and raw materials.

Qi Yan sat by the head of the bed, touched his chin and looked at the underside of the package words, a red and green cloth bag pattern, could not help but deeply question the aesthetics of the designer.

Then lightly touch it with your fingers, and the pattern of the cloth bag ripples in circles, and the entire panel is converted into the contents of the package.

Storage compartments: 10

Existing items: novice spree x1

The novice gift packs are all out, and they say it's not a game!

As if sensing Qi Yan’s thoughts, 117’s portrait appeared in the upper right corner of the panel, “In order for the local indigenous people to master Messiah 2.0 as soon as possible, it will automatically adjust to the form that is easiest for users to learn. You feel like a game because it is What you are best at, but if you treat it lightly like a game, the consequences will be disastrous."

Qi Yan glared at 117's avatar angrily, "Don't underestimate the players, many people also risk their lives playing games!"

117 raised his emotionless silver eyes and looked at him, "So you are a professional gamer?"

Qi Yan lowered his head in frustration, "I am a professional singer."

Why does it seem that he is not doing his job properly...

117 didn't entangle, and the outline of the avatar gradually became blurred. "When I leave, I will leave my best wishes for the users—please don't die. Please find out on your own."

Qi Yan smiled wryly, watched 117's profile picture disappear, and shifted his gaze back to the panel.

He roughly scanned all the options, feeling a little bit worried, this is basically a business game.

The package is used to store raw materials, props, and equipment. The notes include the synthesis formula and the records and explanations of all items. Simply put, it is a natural encyclopedia.

Synthesis is a pattern in the shape of a microwave oven. Put in enough raw materials according to the formula, and you can generate various materials with high food and clothing costs.

The skills section is temporarily empty, and the other sections are divided into three items, one is the "About the system" that is available or not; the second is the user communication board; the third is customer service assistance.

Information listed below about the system includes:

System version: Messiah 2.0

User: Messiah of the Nightingale

Occupation: singer · rookie level

Character attributes:

Level1exp: 0100

Intelligence 8 Charm 8 Constitution 8

Wisdom 8 Dexterity 8 Strength 6

Although the attribute is so weak that it is difficult to look directly at it, but after all, it is only level one and has the potential to upgrade, so Qi Yan's focus is on the literary and sad user name: Messiah of the Nightingale.

He poked it with his finger, and the username didn't budge, as if it couldn't be changed.

Forget it doesn't matter, he gave up.Turning to the customer service help, a new window suddenly appeared on the panel: There is a price to be paid for calling customer service, you have two free chances, do you want to use it?

He quickly chose no, who knows what the price will be, the free opportunity should be reserved for critical times.

Finally, Qi Yan's eyes fell on the task options.The icon under the task is a sword. After clicking to open it, three pages will appear, namely the main task, daily task and random task.

Now the daily and random items are also empty, and the main task is shining with golden light.

Main task ([-]): Sing, dance, gray nightingale

mission details:

Complete the Beginner Tutorial: First Synthesis.

The pitfalls were so obvious that he didn't want to pay attention to them. Qi Yan silently glanced at Nightingale's title and began to study how to synthesize them.

The synthesis operation is very simple, just throw the recipe + required raw materials into the microwave oven displayed by the synthesis icon.

But the formula column under the note is also empty now.

With an idea, he jumped to the package column and opened the novice gift package.

The light flashed, and it was accompanied by the system notification sound of the 386 era. This system, which is clearly claimed to be the most advanced in the universe, but reveals everywhere that it is a copycat, has made Qi Yan unable to complain.Just look at the contents of the gift bag.

One lead-free glass bottle with a sealed top, function: to hold liquid and purify and disinfect; one stepless speed mixer, function: to stir; first-class edible formula: Fengming's pudding;

Qi Yan: "..."

Is this the rhythm of changing careers as a chef? ?

When he was about to read the details of the formula, the door of the ward was quietly pushed open, and a figure crept in.

Qi Yan was stunned. Today in his previous life, he didn't go to the rain blindly, and the doctor didn't notify He Qianming.So he is not sure now, is this person's visit a butterfly effect?Or did it really happen while he was asleep?Think carefully and fear.

This system is all operated with consciousness, so in the eyes of others, Qi Yan is half leaning on the bedside, drowsy.

The people who came in naturally thought that he was asleep, and their actions were not so cautious.As a result, when he approached the hospital bed, he met Qi Yanzhi's staring eyes unexpectedly.

Another flash of lightning exploded outside the window, and for a split second, the two people stared at each other dumbfounded, their faces still pale, as if they were filming a horror movie, the man backed up a few steps in fright, was tripped by a chair and fell to the ground, shaking his lips and shouting: "Little brother Yan...you, are you awake?"

Qi Yan nodded, "Well, I can't sleep, what are you doing here?" He looked at the intruder complicatedly.

For Qi Yan, it was less than a day since he saw Du Feng's provocative and arrogant expression in his previous life, and now he suddenly saw this partner who was only five months younger than him switch to the little white rabbit mode again, he was really... not used to it.

Du Feng's eyes were red, and he fumbled for something from his pocket tremblingly.He was beaten together with Qi Yan, and now there are still red and swollen fingerprints on half of his face, as if he was slapped when he resisted.

Although Qi Yan also suspected that he secretly colluded with those gangsters to drug him, but he had no reason to do so at first. If Qi Yan was not injured, their Fengyan combination would definitely be in the top three. How could Du Feng self-destruct? future?

Secondly, Du Feng himself was beaten quite badly. He insisted on playing with injuries, but the result was not satisfactory.

Although Qi Yan resented him for being a mistress, after all, they didn't even touch Tang Yue, so they wouldn't turn against a man who had nothing to do with him.

Combining so many aspects... the possibility of Du Feng doing this is very low.

While thinking about it, he watched Du Feng take out a pack of hardcover cigarettes from the pocket of the sweater, and carefully put it forward in Qi Yan's hand.

Qi Yan reflexively shrank back in disgust, and the pack of cigarettes landed on the snow-white bed sheet.The faint blue bedside lamp shone on it, and the bronzing letters shone brightly. It was his favorite brand ever.

Du Feng showed a hurt expression, still forced a smile, his beautiful face had a neutral and soft outline, "I'm sorry, I heard what happened just now after waking up, and I've been very worried about you, so I wanted to come and take a look anyway. Xiao Brother Yan, I know you quit smoking... but just one, I hope it makes you feel better. We have a competition in three days!"

He showed a hopeful expression, "Can we enter the semi-finals? I think we can at least win the runner-up! If we work hard, we might win the championship!"

Qi Yan held the pack of cigarettes, stared at him all the time, finally nodded, smiling confidently and brightly, "Don't worry, Xiaofeng, we will definitely win!"

Du Feng suddenly became nervous, leaned forward and approached, and asked worriedly: "But, Brother Xiao Yan, your voice..."

Qi Yan resisted the urge to punch the bridge of his nose, pressed Du Feng's head and pushed him away, "It's okay, I just talked too much with Brother Ming, and I'll be fine tomorrow, don't worry." Pronunciation of the last few words.

Du Feng didn't seem to notice it, and raised a relieved smile, "That's good, Brother Xiao Yan, you have a good rest. You can only smoke one cigarette, don't touch it too much, it burns your throat."

"Understood, thank you, let's rest early." Qi Yan deliberately adjusted his sitting posture, lowered his eyelids, looking slumped and tired.

Du Feng was reluctant to let go, but he walked away step by step.

Qi Yan watched him leave the ward, turned on the bedside lamp, and rubbed his chin to check the cigarette case carefully.

In the unopened soft shell package, there is really no trace of tampering.Smoking is bad for the throat, all fools know, Du Feng is not stupid enough to use this to harm him.

But this way of expressing concern, no matter how you look at it, something is wrong.

There was no flaw in the expression just now, as if he was genuinely worried about him and the game.After all, when he was executed at the base, there was no need for Du Feng to conceal that he stole Tang Yue's pride, but now, is it a prudent acting skill, or is he thinking too much?

Qi Yan was confused.

Finally, I threw the box of cigarettes into the drawer, thinking that I should be more careful in the future, and I didn't even read the recipe, so I just buried my head in sleep.

Du Feng walked out of Qi Yan's ward, his heart was beating violently, panting rapidly, and stood with his back against the wall for a while.

He spread out his hand, and in his palm was a small glass tube less than three centimeters, filled with a transparent liquid.

Unexpectedly, he was awake.

The annoyance of failure made Du Fengxiuli's face stained with gloom. He deliberately went around to the public men's toilet downstairs, unscrewed the sealing plug, poured all the liquid into the toilet and flushed it, and then threw the empty glass tube into the large trash can .

After doing all this, Du Feng went back to his ward, punched the wall with a fist, his face was gloomy and ferocious.

Qi Yan...you are lucky.I can't believe you are so lucky every time!