The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Chapter 1 Complete the game, load reality?

March 14th, 233rd year of the New Era.

Lower town.

District 9, 47 Middle School.

School has been out for a while, and all the classrooms are empty, except for the old fans on the ceiling that are still spinning half-deadly.

Dong Kai, the head teacher of Class 1, Grade 3, finished packing up the lesson plans and went to check whether the classroom doors and windows were closed as usual before getting off work.

The door was open and the light was on.

In the last row of the classroom, on the seat next to the trash can, a figure was lying on the table doing papers.

He has a thin build, short hair, black-rimmed glasses, and the headphones in his ears are obviously old and faded.

"Feng Mu."

Dong Kai thought of a name, a relatively transparent student in the class.

He didn't have a deep impression of this student. Most likely, his academic performance in liberal arts was acceptable, his martial arts performance was mediocre, and his overall performance was unremarkable.

There is nothing bright about his personality. He is silent, introverted, and withdrawn.

The only advantage is that I have never caused any trouble for myself in the three years of high school, and... Well, on weekdays, I will take the initiative to help my classmates take out part of the garbage on their daily hygiene duties?

Feng Mu took off his headphones and stood up. As expected, he didn't seem to be very talkative. He just called out: "Teacher Dong."

Dong Kai nodded, glanced at the paper he had made, and said as a reminder: "Your liberal arts scores are not bad. If you can improve your martial arts scores in the last few months, you may not have any hope of passing the exams of several colleges in the ninth district." Cross the line."

As for being promoted to a college in the eighth district or higher, Dong Kai didn't mention a word.

Feng Mu was well aware of his prospects in the college entrance examination. He also knew that instead of clinging to liberal arts scores, it would be more profitable to improve his shortcomings in martial arts within a limited time.

but,

The problem is that liberal arts test papers only cost paper and pen, but every inch of progress in martial arts costs money~

At least for a person like him who is weak and has a mediocre understanding, if martial arts doesn’t cost money, can he rely on his own efforts?

Feng Mu felt bitter in his heart, but had no expression on his face and replied: "I understand, Teacher Dong."

"Okay, it's getting late, go home quickly." Dong Kai turned off the fan as he spoke.

Feng Mu immediately packed his schoolbag, lowered his head and walked out.

"By the way, there are a few classmates in the class who haven't handed in their college entrance examination qualification certificates yet. I seem to remember your name. Please hurry up and get it done at home. Don't delay the college entrance examination."

As they passed each other, Dong Kai seemed to suddenly remember this incident and casually reminded Feng Mu.

Feng Mu turned his back to the class teacher and hummed softly in his throat. A shadow appeared on his expressionless face, and the footsteps on the corridor became heavier.

It has been 3 years since I traveled to this world.

Feng Mu has gradually accepted all the weird things in this world, but there are only two things that have been stuck in his throat like fly droppings, making it difficult for him to swallow.

One is that the college entrance examination actually requires a qualification certificate, and the qualification certificate needs to be purchased with money. In other words, even the college entrance examination in this world discriminates against the poor~

The second thing is...

After leaving the teaching building, Feng Mu looked up at the sky. A huge black cover was looming in the sky an unknown number of kilometers away, like an upside-down coffin covering the entire District 9.

And the bottom of the coffin was densely covered with colorful sarcomas, which eternally replaced the sun and the moon, shining on the world below day after day and night after night.

"Of course what covers the sky is not a coffin, but the crystallization of human technology - the upper city. Looking up from the lower city, it is actually the endless butt (base) of the upper city. Those colorful things are even more unlikely to be sarcomas. How could they be? Sarcoma~"

"That is the beacon of civilization that illuminates the darkness for mankind~"

Feng Mu curled his lips as he recalled the knowledge he had read in the textbook.

He had no ambition to peek into the upper city, and no curiosity to explore the truth. What bothered him was just that he hadn't been in the sun for three years.

He had almost forgotten what the sun looked like, as if the last time it had shined on him had been a lifetime ago.

He had to seriously suspect that part of the reason for the serious stretch in his bones and hips must be attributed to the lack of photosynthesis leading to calcium deficiency.

Cycling all the way home.

It is an old community, with a variety of rusty iron self-built houses and low-rise buildings with crumbling walls intertwined together. Looking from the entrance of the street filled with garbage, it looks like bloated and deformed earthworms entangled together, and the air is filled with... Indescribable stench.

Even though it has been three years since he traveled back in time, Feng Mu still hasn't gotten used to the smell here.

After locking his bicycle at the door of the building, Feng Mu took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The house is about 70 square meters, and the furnishings are cramped and old. On the table in the living room is synthetic meat processed with seasonings. It is a rare and hearty meal in this house.

The dishes and chopsticks were placed on the table, but no one came to the table. Apparently, his father, who worked in the patrol room, had not returned yet.

Her mother, Wang Xiuli, was still busy in the kitchen, and from time to time there was the sound of dishes being scraped together.

My sister is watching TV on the sofa, and the TV is quite noisy.

Feng Mu was sitting on the sofa. The brother and sister didn't chat much. One was watching TV intently, and the other was watching TV in a daze.

A quarter of an hour later.

When his father Feng Ju came back, his mother came up to him and helped him take off his military coat.

After the father sat at the table, the two brothers and sisters came to the table in turn. After the father moved the first chopsticks, the others picked up their chopsticks.

During the meal, the family started chatting, mainly the father asked, the sister answered, the mother was responsible for smiling, and he just ate silently.

"The results of the root bone test are out?"

"Well, last week the school conducted root bone tests for all new students over 15 years old. The results were announced this morning. My root bone score is 87 points, ranking third among this class of students."

"Okay, okay, 87 points is a top-grade root bone, okay."

"The school will transfer me to the experimental class next week. Dad, you said that if I can be promoted to the key class, you will buy me the latest holographic watch."

"Dad keeps his word. I will take you to buy it in two days, but you must not be proud and complacent. Since you have a top-grade root bone, you need to work harder. The hope of our family's future lies in you, understand."

"Well, I know."

Sister Feng Yuhuai, who got the promise, was full of joy, and Feng Ju, who always kept a serious face and had a majestic style of a patriarch, also showed a relieved smile on his face.

"Don't just focus on eating, your sister's grades are so good, you should be happy." Feng Ju suddenly turned the topic to Feng Mu.

Feng Mu put down his bowl and chopsticks, nodded and congratulated his sister

Feng Ju glanced at his mediocre and dull son, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face: "I remember when you took the entrance test, your bone aptitude was 49 points?"

Feng Mu's eyes were full of complex emotions. That day was the time when he traveled through time.

He still remembers that when he woke up, he was lying in the school storage room, half of his body was soaked in cold blood, the knife wound on his wrist was shocking, and the half of the transcript stained with blood was also eye-catching.

That was the suicide note left by the original body to him, and it was also the secret between him and the original body.

Feng Mu said in a dull voice: "49 points, inferior physique."

Looking at Feng Mu's dull but calm voice, Feng Ju frowned: "I should have taken the first mock exam last week, how many points did you get?"

Feng Mu replied: "The score for liberal arts is 521, the score for martial arts is 236, and the total score is 757."

"Is it enough to pass the ninth district?" Feng Ju didn't even ask his son anymore, but turned to ask his daughter.

Feng Yuhuai shook his head decisively: "The scores for literature and martial arts are 750 each, and the total score is 1500. The lowest passing score in the Ninth District over the years is 650 for literature alone, 550 for martial arts alone, or a total score of more than 900 to have hope. My score is far from that whether it is a single subject or a total score."

Feng Ju put down his chopsticks, stared at Feng Mu, and said in a deep voice: "Is your sister right?"

Feng Mu did not refute: "Yes, but there are still three months before the college entrance examination. I will work hard again. The score of literature can be raised. If I can get a bone refining pill for martial arts, maybe it is possible..."

Bone refining pills, as the name suggests, can improve the root bone qualification. It is expensive. Everyone will only see the effect after taking it for the first time, and the worse the root bone, the more significant the effect of taking this pill.

In other words, if Feng Mu has the opportunity to take it, his root bone may be critically hit, and it is unknown whether it will increase by 5-10 points.

But for Feng Yuhuai, it would only increase by one or two points at most.

Feng Ju did not listen to his son's unrealistic nonsense anymore, and interrupted him coldly: "One bone refining pill, your father's merits in the patrol room are all exchanged, and probably one can be exchanged, but..."

Feng Mu felt cold when he heard the word "but", while Feng Yuhuai pricked up his ears, his eyes sparkling.

"If you take it, even if your physique increases by 10 points, your martial arts score can be raised accordingly, but it still cannot escape the category of inferior physique. For you or our family, it is a loss-making business. Why not leave it to your sister in the future to help her reach a higher level? What do you think?"

Although Feng Mu had no hope in his heart, he still felt as if his heart was stabbed by a knife. He took a deep breath and said hoarsely: "Father is right. After all, my sister is the hope of our whole family."

Feng Yuhuai smiled happily and said sweetly to Feng Mu: "Thank you, brother, don't worry, I will definitely remember your kindness to me for the rest of my life."

Feng Mu nodded silently.

Feng Ju looked at the harmonious picture of brother and sister, and was satisfied. He said to Feng Mu with great sincerity: "It's good that you understand this. After graduating from high school, I will use the relationship in the police station to find you a job. If you work hard at that time, you can also supplement the family income..."

The subsequent conversation was not very nutritious. The family members tacitly bypassed the matter of "college entrance examination qualification certificate".

A college entrance examination qualification certificate, whether expensive or cheap, is about the same as 5 latest watches.

But,

Knowing that he won't pass the exam, why waste money? Why not save it all for Feng Yuhuai? She is talented and there will be many places to spend money in the future.

Feng Ju has his own calculations in his heart. He doesn't think he has wronged his son. He is so talented. This is his fate. Can he blame others?

If a family wants to live a good life in the lower city, someone must take on the responsibility of supporting the family, someone must become the hope of the family's future, and someone must silently dedicate and sacrifice behind the scenes.

Feng Mu roughly guessed his father's thoughts. He was powerless to refute, so he could only finish the meal quietly and return to his room.

His mother looked at him returning to his room, and she wanted to say something several times but stopped herself in the end.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little dull, but after a while, Feng Yuhuai's parents were coaxed into smiling by his honeyed mouth.

Close the door.

Listening to the laughter of the family outside, Feng Mu sat at the table, the black computer screen casting a gloomy shadow on his face.

After a while, Feng Mu sneered at himself twice, his voice mixed with resentment.

Resentment is the last and deepest emotion left in the original body.

The original body's resentment is not because his father favors his sister. After all, his sister is a genius, and he can understand that resources are tilted towards his sister.

What the original body cannot accept is that when his father boasts about his sister every day, he always belittles him, as if he can't highlight his sister's superior talent without degrading him to the dust.

In the eyes of his father, he is happy to spend 100 on his sister, but he will frown if he spends a penny on him. In the end, he will remember the money and be grateful.

A rice bucket that wastes food, a waste that breathes air, and the most useless burden in the family. These are the words that his father often hears.

Although these are all facts, the original body cannot accept that his father has torn his scars open again and again.

The original father seems to want to use this method to completely grind his self-will, as if such a transformation can upgrade him from a waste in the family to a vassal of the family, and in the future he will be arranged by him to go out to work, supplement the family expenses, and repay the grace of raising him.

However, the suppression method was too rough and brutal, ignoring the fragility of young people, and the fact that losers also have self-esteem. Therefore, the original body died quietly in that small dark room on the day when the results of the high school entrance examination came out.

When he opened his eyes again, it was Feng Mu who had taken over the magpie's nest.

Feng Mu himself had no resentment, because he was just an outsider who replaced the skin. Without love, how could there be hatred? He only owed rent and food money.

He just felt depressed and unwilling, depressed by the strangeness and coldness of this world, and unwilling to accept his own incompetence and waste.

Like a bird locked in a cage, it wanted to flap its wings and fly high, but found that its wings were short and deformed, and it could not bear the weight of flying at all, let alone break free from the locked cage.

In reality, it was powerless and could only vent in the game.

Feng Mu woodenly turned on the computer and started a stand-alone game.

He downloaded this game when he was full of fear and hesitation at the beginning of his time travel. Unexpectedly, he played it intermittently for three years.

This is a game of forming forces and simulating business.

The style is mysterious, the plot is evil, the degree of free exploration is extremely high, and the gameplay is unique.

The plot of the game is both fantasy and vaguely mixed with many shadows of the real world, including maps, countries, governments, institutions, environments, historical events, etc., which all have a sense of reality.

The most important thing is that the timeline in the game starts from 30 years ago - before March 14, 203.

The flow rate of game time is 10 to 1 with reality, that is, today is the day when the game time and real time overlap.

As a game that heavily imitates reality, Feng Mu is quite looking forward to how the game plot will go after the time is synchronized~

Feng Mu logged into the game and glanced at the time display [March 14, 233 22:47].

The real time is [March 14, 233 22:53]

It will take a few minutes for the game time to catch up with reality.

Sure enough, after a while, accompanied by a deep BGM, the two times flashed and overlapped.

The BGM music slowly faded, and the picture on the screen turned into a silent film.

[On March 14, 203, you founded the organization - Destiny! ]

[On April 7, 203, you led the organization to massacre a private chamber of commerce, seizing a large amount of property and a secret document. ]

[On June 13, 203, the organization you founded was exposed to the eyes of official forces for the first time and was wanted by the whole city. ]

[On November 11, 203, under your leadership, the organization attacked the secret agency of the Seventh District Government. You obtained a list and the key to a secret door. Destiny was wanted by the Seventh District and was marked as an extremely evil force. ]

[…….]

[On April 9, 227, Destiny suffered a heavy blow, and part of its forces went underground. ]

[On February 15, 228, the organization restructured, and Destiny became more secretive, terrifying, and huge. The Upper City Council issued an SSS-level extermination order against Destiny. ]

[……]

Since the game began in 203, characters have appeared one after another, major events have been reviewed, milestones have been achieved, and plot animations have slid across the screen.

Until [March 14, 233……] a line of subtitles occupied the center of the screen.

The BGM music reappeared, a magnificent and exciting symphony.

"It turns out that I have done so many big things in this game. It's a pity. After all, it's just a game. If only reality could be the same as in the game, hey…."

When Feng Mu had such a whimsical idea in his mind.

A familiar yet unfamiliar face slowly walked out from the far end of the screen.

I say unfamiliar because this face is completely different from Feng Mu.

The reason why I say it is familiar is that this face is a human face that Feng Mu molded by recalling his face in his previous life, which represents his nostalgia and emotional sustenance for his previous life, and the sense of substitution is full.

The player's name - Feng Mu, is also his name in his previous life, which is the same pronunciation as this life but different characters.

On the screen, Feng Mu is wearing a neat suit and shiny leather shoes, with an elegant and solemn figure. The black cane knocks on the marble floor, as if the cold drumbeat is responding to fate.

The perspective is raised, and there is a huge round table behind him. Figures exuding a terrifying atmosphere sit around the round table, and they all follow his back with awe.

He walked towards the huge French window and looked down indifferently. The outline of the city was as small as dust. The black and purple lightning in the clouds swayed, making it look like a god who controls fate.

"Let's start~"

He looked down at everything and slowly uttered three words.

The rumbling thunder shook, and the sky seemed to be torn open. Ink-colored raindrops poured out and poured onto the earth.

The picture suddenly stopped, and a line of red words covered the screen.

[Everything is both the end and the beginning. When illusion and reality overlap, fate will wake up from its slumber. Wake up fate, players! ]

"???"

"Fuck, what does it mean? The picture is not moving. Isn't this a clearance?"

Feng Mu widened his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and his fingers pressed the mouse frantically.

The screen did not respond at all.

Feng Mu sat back in his chair dejectedly, as if his body was hollowed out. After a long time, he slid the mouse to close the game interface.

Ding——

The game window closed, but a line of subtitles suddenly appeared in front of Feng Mu's eyes, clear and eye-catching as if piercing his retina.