Chapter 80 I don't know what to name it
[Welcome to the world of reincarnation copy, unknown universe-A level]
[You have obtained a new identity, automatically loaded with skills: English proficiency]
"Huh——"
With a start, Fu Qinghai turned over and sat up in bed.
I touched my body and said
, "I'm still alive..."
Without calling up the attribute panel in his mind, Fu Qinghai had already touched the metal object embedded at the junction of his shoulder and pectoral muscles.
Fu Qinghai lifted the thin quilt, got out of bed, walked barefoot on the wooden floor, and came to the floor-to-ceiling mirror beside the bed.
He was only wearing a pair of underwear, with long and straight legs and strong muscles all over his body. There were iron-gray metal-like round buttons inlaid in eight places, including the upper chest, shoulders and back, just above the knees, and other places on the surface of his body.
That is the interface generated by the black shell under the skin, which is used to establish a direct neural connection between the Space Marine and the power armor.
I am still an Astartes.
Seeing these interfaces, Fu Qinghai felt relieved.
It is not necessary to have a black shell to wear power armor. Battle Sisters also wear small power armor, but they do not have neural interfaces like the Astartes, so they cannot control the armor as easily as the Astartes.
These eight iron-gray interfaces embedded in the skin are not ugly at all. Instead, they add a touch of cyberpunk charm to Fu Qinghai's tall and strong body.
But Fu Qinghai looked at the bed, the floor-length mirror, and then at the other furniture and facilities in the room.
Feeling... my body has shrunk?
Call up the attribute panel in my mind.
[Name: Fu Qinghai (real name)
Reincarnation number: 60731920
Race: Space Marine (Biochemically modified human)
Height: 187cm
Weight: 225kg
Superpowers: Tony Stark electronic backup (17% complete) bound to the brain domain
reincarnation equipment: Valyrian steel weapon longhandled sword Broken Heart, necklace.
Assimilation points: 5726 points
World Anchor: 0
Reincarnation Life: X2]
Fu Qinghai immediately discovered that his height and weight had shrunk proportionally...
Fu Qinghai recalled the conversation he had with Chen Xue.
When the worldviews of two reincarnation worlds are incompatible, external supernatural powers, magic, etc. will be suppressed. The degree of suppression depends on the degree of compatibility. For example, the Warhammer 40K universe is a more inclusive worldview, and it also has settings for psychic powers and magic. Therefore, Chen Xue can cast magic from Marvel in the Warhammer 40K universe, but the power of the magic has been weakened to a certain extent.
Even the size of my body was reduced.
From nearly 2.5 meters tall, it has decreased to 1.87 meters now.
How is the degree of suppression calculated?
Fu Qinghai pondered.
Is it based on the ratio of the SSS-level universe to the A-level universe?
Probably not. Chen Xue did not mention such an algorithm. It should still be based on the degree of compatibility of the worldview.
For example, the Marvel Cinematic Universe and various Marvel parallel universes, including the Marvel Ultimate Universe, have worldviews that are almost 100% compatible.
Therefore, the PvP battles in the reincarnation world, that is, the battles between reincarnations, have the concept of home and away games.
For Fu Qinghai, an Astartes technical sergeant and a grassroots officer of the White Scars, the Warhammer 40K universe is his home ground.
Speaking of the home and away games in the reincarnation world, and talking about Chen Xue, Fu Qinghai's many memories came to his mind.
The woman who always looks like a serious and cold queen but always smiles at herself.
Recalling the moment when he was sucked into the dimensional gate, he looked up and saw the anxiety, fear and anger that were hard to conceal on Chen Xue's face.
Fu Qinghai took a deep breath and shook his head.
A new cycle has begun, and he doesn't want to judge who is right or wrong anymore.
Originally, the iron-gray neural interface on Astartes' body was as big as an ordinary human fist, but now it has been proportionally reduced and looks like a few iron buttons embedded in the skin.
According to the height and weight of ordinary humans, a height of 187 cm corresponds to a weight of 225 kg, which should make him a super fat person.
However, the body structure of Astartes is different from that of mortals. Their bones are reinforced with ceramic compounds, and their muscles are of great mass and density, so they are very heavy.
But he still looks like a tall, strong man with broad shoulders, narrow waist and well-developed muscles.
Fu Qinghai stretched out his hand, pressed it on a wooden pillar in the room, and squeezed it hard.
When he let go of his hand, a clear palm print appeared on the wooden pillar.
It's okay. My power is not suppressed much.
Fu Qinghai sat back on the bed and remembered the reminder sound from the reincarnation world just now.
This time it became the [Reincarnation Instance World]. What is the difference between it and the [Reincarnation Main World] I experienced before?
Universe or [Unknown Universe], I won't tell you what kind of world view this is in advance? Is it the fog of war?
Fu Qinghai first looked at the furnishings in the room.
The light in the small room was dim. The wooden furniture, wooden floor, cloth curtains and white bed should be hotel style. Judging from the sloping ceiling, it should be in the top attic.
Fu Qinghai walked to the window and pulled open the curtains.
Outside the window is an old cobblestone road. I am on the second floor and looking at the architectural style of the shops along the street, it has a bit of an old European feel.
The sky was gloomy and there were few pedestrians on the street. They were dressed in a retro modern style.
Although it was his first time experiencing the [Unknown Universe], Fu Qinghai quickly thought of the first action plan -
Get information and figure out what kind of world view this is. Is it the magic side? The science fiction side? Or the reality side where there is neither magic nor science fiction?
It would be best to just figure out what universe this is.
Chen Xue said that in the reincarnation world, science fiction abilities, including superpowers, genetic modification, mutation and the like, generally suffer the least suppression from the world view, while magic abilities, including cultivation, immortality, and fantasy, suffer greater suppression from the world view.
Fu Qinghai himself found an explanation for this result:
perhaps it is because the real future is science fiction, and the two are related in the time dimension. If the lives of modern people are placed in ancient times, it would be equivalent to science fiction for ancient people, so the science fiction side of the universe can be compatible with the real side of the universe to a certain extent.
But the real future is not magic. Magic relies on imagination and has nothing to do with the level of technological development. Modern society can imagine magic, and ancient society can also imagine magic. The setting basis of magic and cultivation in each system is different, so the magic ability is suppressed to a greater extent.
The above is Fu Qinghai's own understanding of the world of reincarnation, which we will tentatively call "Fu Qinghai's Theory of Reincarnation World".
Without further dwelling on this, Fu Qinghai got up from the bed and prepared to go out for a walk to collect information.
Feiyi's necklace was still hanging around her neck. Fu Qinghai picked up the black long-handled sword that was quietly placed on the bedside table, put on a shirt and trousers to cover the neural interface on his body, felt a few banknotes in his trouser pocket, put on his shoes, and opened the door.
When I went downstairs, I found it was indeed a small hotel, but the owner was not there.
Fu Qinghai came to the street and strolled casually. Judging from the scale of development, it should be a small town, but he couldn't understand the words on the signs along the street.
Didn't I already load English proficiency? Why can't I understand it…
Occasionally passers-by on the street were surprised by Fu Qinghai's appearance, and some were even impolite and kept staring at Fu Qinghai's face.
It might be a small town in the countryside of Europe, where there are few yellow people, Fu Qinghai speculated secretly.
But thinking about myself walking on the street with a black long-handled sword in my hand seemed a bit too strange.
Fu Qinghai recalled that the original owner of the sword, Alicia the Heartbreaker, had directly wrapped the sword with black cloth, but Fu Qinghai felt that this was not a good idea. This was a sharpened sword, and the blade could cut the cloth at any time, so it had to be wrapped many times.
Or, how about finding a leather shop to make a scabbard to hold the Wagang sword?
Europeans use leather products more and longer than Chinese people, so it shouldn't be hard to find a leather goods store even in a small rural town.
Fu Qinghai stood under the sign of a store, touching his chin and looking up at the words on it.
Hmm...it looks a bit like Russian letters.
English is a common language worldwide, but it is a minority language in Europe.
There are more German-speaking countries than English-speaking countries, not to mention the Latin languages including French, Spanish and Italian.
But looking at the saddle + bag symbol on the iron plate, it should be a leather goods store...
Fu Qinghai pushed open the glass door and walked in. As soon as he entered the store, he smelled a strange and pungent chemical smell. Behind the counter were leather jackets and bags. It looked like a leather store.
"Is the boss here?" Fu Qinghai knocked on the counter and shouted in English:
"I want to make a leather scabbard."
A bald, bearded man came out from the inner room, wearing gloves on his hands.
"I want to make a scabbard, boss."
Fu Qinghai placed the black steel sword in his hand on the counter and repeated it again.
The bearded man with a greasy belly glanced at Fu Qinghai, muttered something in a language Fu Qinghai couldn't understand, and said in English:
"No."
"Why?" Fu Qinghai asked curiously, thinking to himself, it's not like I'm not paying.
The bearded boss raised his chin impatiently and said in heavily accented English: "Because I don't do it for yellow monkeys, it's that simple."
Fu Qinghai: "?"
He paused to make sure he had heard correctly.
The next second, Fu Qinghai grabbed the bearded boss' dirty collar, pulled half of his body out of the counter with one hand, and slammed his face hard on the counter table with a "bang".
"ah--"
The bearded boss screamed like a pig being slaughtered, covered his nose with both hands, and blood and tears flowed from his nose.
Fu Qinghai was not finished yet. He dragged the fat man out from behind the counter and kicked the glass door behind him shut. After the door closed, Fu Qinghai picked up the struggling bearded boss and slapped him in the face.
"Do you want to do it?"
A slap on the right side of his face.
"Do you want to do it?"
The bearded man's cheeks were swollen like a pig's head, and he screamed:
"I want to call the police, I want to..."
"Pa!" Another slap.
"I'll ask you again, will you do it?"
"Do it, do it…"
The bearded boss nodded while crying.
…
In the inner room, the bearded boss was squatting in front of the leather processing equipment, operating it miserably.
His swollen cheeks squeezed his eyes into two slits, with a bag of tears in the slits.
Close the three layers of cowhide in your hand, and then start punching holes and threading.
While doing this, he raised his arm and wiped the mixture of snot and tears flowing out of his nose.
It was secreted instantly by the tear glands and nasal mucosa that were stimulated by the heavy blow to the nose bridge just now.
Fu Qinghai stood beside him with his hands folded, watching him do it.
The scabbard was very simple and the boss finished it quickly, then held it up to show Fu Qinghai.
Fu Qinghai said: "No, I want to press two more patterns. On this side, there is a lightning bolt piercing the horizontal bar, and on the other side, there is a gear wrapping around the skull."
The former is the symbol of the White Scars Legion, and the latter is the symbol of the Martian Mechanicus.
The boss said with a bitter face: "I don't have the mold you mentioned."
Fu Qinghai thought so too.
It would be great if my Qingshan 1.0 servo robot arm was still there, so I could process any mold I wanted.
Okay... Fu Qinghai inserted the Wagang sword into the scabbard and fastened the belt buckle that secured the sword guard.
He didn't even give her the money and just walked out of the room.
Finally, he turned back and pointed his sword at the boss and said:
"You can call the police. I live in the hotel around the corner."
The bearded boss was so scared that he quickly stepped back, saying, "No, no, no..."
Fu Qinghai walked out of the store.
…
Although there is no police station-like building in this small town, it would be better if the bearded boss could call the police so that he can get some equipment such as pistols.
It's just so lawless.
Fu Qinghai thought to himself, I'm a Space Marine now, why should I care about your worldly bullshit.
Beat him if you want to, beat him if you want to.
When it comes to gathering intelligence, the protagonists in Western fantasy online novels all go straight to one place -
Pub.
Fu Qinghai followed a sign that showed a beer mug and found the pub in the town.
Corresponding to the nine-to-five work and rest schedule of modern urban society, people may be accustomed to bars closing during the day and opening at night. However, in many slow-paced rural towns in Europe and the United States, pubs are open all day and you can eat and drink coffee there.
Pushing the door open, it was dim and clean, with few people around. Fu Qinghai sat down at the bar and said,
"Give me a beer."
Behind the bar was a middle-aged man who was wiping cups. He glanced at Fu Qinghai, and "bang!" a glass of beer fell in front of Fu Qinghai.
Fu Qinghai didn't mind this little attitude. He grabbed the big glass, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
"Ha… cool!"
The beer is turbid, with dense foam and wheat aroma. In the Warhammer 40K universe, how long has it been since Fu Qinghai had such a craft beer?
Warhammer 40K is not a place to discuss food and wine. Even the richest top nobles in the hive city find it difficult to fully restore the food on Earth.
Ant beef, ceramic amino oatmeal, and radioactive snake wine. What the hell.
Fu Qinghai wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth, slapped two banknotes on the bar, and said in English:
"Another drink, a stout, and a recent newspaper."
"Bang!" Another glass of beer with brown and dark turbid liquid and snow-white foam was served.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"Bang!" A newspaper was thrown onto the table.
Fu Qinghai took a sip of beer. Milk Stout was not suitable for guzzling. He unfolded the newspaper. It was actually an English newspaper. Although the paper looked a bit old and did not seem to be recent, at least Fu Qinghai could understand the English version. The boss was thoughtful.
In the center of the newspaper, a large headline caught the eye:
"The last Nazi who refused to surrender was shot dead in Latvia."
Wow, Fu Qinghai was stunned. Was this the end of World War II?
Then read on:
"The European Coal and Steel Community consultations are underway."
The predecessors of the European Union were established.
Turning the page, Fu Qinghai saw a familiar term in a small piece of tofu:
"In the Far East Korean battlefield, the U.S. military launched the Kimhwa Offensive. The U.S. troops led by Clark failed to break through the defense line of the Chinese Volunteer Army. The two sides fought repeatedly on a barren mountain called 'Pork Chop Mountain'. The United Nations Army is about to survive the coldest winter on the peninsula in the Far East."
Pork Chop Hill! Battle of Shangganling!
Fu Qinghai was somewhat excited to see the information about his motherland in the different time and space.
Pork Chop Hill is what the West calls Shangganling.
Finally I turned to the end of the newspaper:
"Date of issue: November 4, 1952."
The year 1952 does not provide any information about Fu Qinghai.
This information is not enough... Fu Qinghai thought silently.
And why hasn't the main quest of the reincarnation world been announced yet?
Fu Qinghai knocked on the bar table with his wine glass, looked at the tavern owner and asked:
"Where is this, I mean, uh, country, and the name of the specific city?"
The tavern owner who was wiping the wine cabinet turned around and looked at Fu Qinghai strangely, but still answered in a muffled voice:
"Romania, Transylvania."
Romania?
Fu Qinghai was a little confused when he heard this.
As for this Eastern European country, Fu Qinghai has no other impression of it except knowing that it once belonged to the socialist camp, is the birthplace of the legends of The Impaler and vampire, and is the hometown of Dracula.
Oh, by the way, Guo Meimei's song "Don't Be Afraid" is a cover of a Romanian song.
But what does this information combined mean?
No ideas, no clue.
Fu Qinghai took another big sip of beer, and as he thought about it, his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the previous world.
The last moment of his coma was the last moment when the reincarnation world ended.
Asking the reincarnation world to drop the anchor of the world.
Fu Qinghai and Chen Xue learned about the function of this world anchor when they were chatting on the private communication channel in their respective cabins during the "night" rest time on the cruiser Sothalan.
Fu Qinghai: "What is the function of this 'World Anchor' in my attribute panel?"
Chen Xue: "Anchored to a reincarnation world. In fact, the reincarnators do not shuttle between different reincarnation worlds all the time. When you choose to anchor to a world, the plot line of the previous reincarnation world has ended, and the new reincarnation has not yet begun, you live in the world you are anchored to."
Fu Qinghai: "Oh~ Then which world are you anchored to?"
Chen Xue: "Marvel 616 Universe, which is also the main Marvel Universe, has the most characters, the most complete settings, and the highest ceiling. This is why I chose the 616 Universe. The only drawback is that it is often destroyed and restarted due to some major events."
After Chen Xue finished speaking, Fu Qinghai also began to think about the world he would anchor in the future.
At that time, Fu Qinghai dared to swear to heaven that a series of universe options flashed through his mind, even the In the Garden universe and the Peppa Pig universe were taken into consideration, but he had never thought of dropping the world anchor in the Warhammer 40K universe.
What a fucked up world the Warhammer 40K universe is.
Only an idiot would settle in the Warhammer 40K universe, right?
After defeating the Orcs, the Human Empire fought Chaos, and after defeating Chaos, it fought the Tyranids. There were also the Necrons who were about to awaken, and the Dark Eldar who occasionally came out to cause trouble in the Webway. In comparison, the Tau Empire in the fringe star zones was just a minor problem.
There are also various religious wars and political struggles within the sect, and there is also constant friction between the sect and the Mechanicus.
Not only are there enemies everywhere inside and outside, the living conditions are also extremely bad. There is radiation and pollution in reality, and there is subspace corrosion in the mind.
But in the end, Fu Qinghai chose to anchor in the Warhammer 40K universe.
Just one reincarnation plot line left him with too many things that he couldn't let go of.
To be more utilitarian, his power armor, his bolter, power sword, incendiary assault gun and other standard equipment, his relic technology inertia hammer, phase iron, and a series of spoils he seized from the reincarnation...
They're still stored in the Sothalan's personal weapons room!
When Fu Qinghai thought of those equipment items, he felt like he was losing out.
"And my monkey..."
Fu Qinghai even thought of Shi Lan, the space monkey he had tricked into coming.
As the saying goes, it takes three to make a hero. Even someone as strong as Iron Man Tony Stark, who was certified as the "Cursed of Knowledge" by Thanos, was able to transform the quantum device of the first Ant-Man Hank Pym into a time-space machine with the assistance of Bruce Banner in the Green Doctor state.
This monkey, Shi Lan, was planned by Fu Qinghai to be an important member of his future scientific research team, so he offered him such generous conditions.
Then, Fu Qinghai's own knowledge system is inherited from Master Quinto, and also comes from the Warhammer 40K universe.
Although Fu Qinghai learns everything quickly thanks to Tony Stark's electronic soul backup, it is still best to use the existing knowledge.
Moreover, considering the intensity and severity of wars in the Warhammer 40K universe, if you assimilate any weapons and equipment here and bring them to other universes without considering the suppression of worldview, they will be very powerful.
The Harry Potter universe is about magical daily life, the Twilight universe is about love, the Marvel and DC universe is about heroic biography...only the Warhammer 40K universe is all about fighting, fighting, and fighting.
There's a battle every day.
Of course, this is just a utilitarian perspective.
Most importantly, from an emotional perspective.
Fu Qinghai's old boss Ogedei, as well as Talal, Albuslang, Gurte and other fighting brothers who fought side by side, and Feiyi...
Fei Yi, Fu Qinghai's sweetheart and white moonlight.
"My Faye..."
Fu Qinghai turned the empty beer glass in his hand, his eyes blank.
That's right, he already considered Feiyi as his own property, just like the space ape Shilan.
Perhaps many reincarnations, no matter how strong or weak they are, look upon the local natives in the reincarnation world in the same way as they look upon NPCs in a game.
But Fu Qinghai is different. He feels that he and his old buddies from Baiba have real feelings for each other.
And Feiyi, what's wrong with dating a native NPC? I just want to date a native NPC!
How did all this that Fu Qinghai planned in the Warhammer 40K universe turn out like this? Who should be blamed?
Blame Chen Xue for being so eager to save her sister, or blame Chen Xinlu for being stubborn?
"Tzeentch..."
Fu Qinghai gritted his teeth, muttered to himself, and clenched the beer glass in his hand.
"Crack..." A crack appeared on the thick glass cup.
Chen Xinlu was originally a reincarnation from the enemy camp. All her previous actions were understandable, except for when she boarded the Sothalan cruiser.
Originally, Fu Qinghai thought that by finding the relic technology phase iron that could isolate the enslavers, he had found the last link in Tzeentch's conspiracy.
But they ignored the origin of the gravity siphon device.
Slann, the space ape kept captive by the Hive Cult's cultists, is the final ring within the ring of Tzeentch's conspiracy.
As a result, the reincarnation world was reluctant to indicate the achievement of the milestone events.
It turned out that the little girl who had been hiding beside Chen Xinlu had used the kindness and sympathy in Chen Xinlu's deepest heart to bewitch her pink demon...
This is the final ring within the ring!
It's not over yet.
Fu Qinghai sighed.
Compared with demons like Khorne's Bloodletters and Nurgle's Unclean Ones, the Pink Horror is really weak.
Apart from an almost undetectable ability to imitate transformation, the Pink Demon's actual combat power and its two low-level magics are extremely weak.
However, it was this pink horror that fooled everyone!
This was Tzeentch...
He does not need to rely on powerful demon apostles to achieve His goal.
He is the master of destiny. Playing with fate is His divinity, and coincidences and accidents are His ability.
Fu Qinghai thought carefully about how everything turned out to be the final outcome.
The reason why he agreed to let the little girl on board was not so much because of Chen Xue's pleading.
It would be better to say that he had always intended to let the little girl get on board.
The blind female mutant said that another person who could not be sensed by her telepathically was Professor X. Although she did not quite believe that this little girl could be on par with Professor X, she still had to be prepared.
Fu Qinghai had originally decided to use the Sosaran and its more abundant military force to test this little girl of unknown origin, rather than letting himself and Chen Xue take the risk to test her.
But what happened afterwards was full of too many coincidences.
If Fu Qinghai had not "coincidentally" met the little girl disguised as Chen Xue when he went down to the lower deck.
If Hall Kemp had not "coincidentally" come to visit when Fu Qinghai was chasing the little girl, the door of Chen Xue's personal cabin would have been open.
If Chen Xin had not opened the hatch to check, the Extreme Marines and the Mortal Auxiliary Forces "happened" to surround the lower deck.
There are not so many "if not" and not so many "coincidences", all of this was orchestrated by Tzeentch alone!
Could it be that the blind female mutant could not sense the mental existence of the pink terror on purpose because of Tzeentch?
Is it true that I was randomly exiled to an Earth-like planet with a lake, and it was also intentional by Tzeentch?
Fu Qinghai seemed to hear Jianqi chuckling in his ear: "Just like planned... You are always in my plan... Hahahaha, oh no!"
Once you fall into this kind of thinking, you will often form an infinite dead loop -
At this moment, I am sitting here, drinking beer, thinking about this question in my mind. Is it also within Tzeentch's expectations?
Is every step I take, every move I make, within Tzeentch's expectations?
Impossible, absolutely impossible! (Cao Cao shook his head)
Quantum physics says that the universe is random, and there is no omniscient Laplace demon in the world.
At the same time, from another perspective, Jianqi's eyesight towards people is also very vicious, worthy of being a guy with eyes all over his body.
Perhaps He understood at first sight that Chen Xinlu was not genuinely curious and thirsty for knowledge and power, she was just eager for revenge. This female magician seemed to have used the power of darkness, but in fact she still had kind principles and bottom line in her heart - this could be seen from the fact that she used the crystal of true knowledge to tip off her sister in the enemy camp.
Therefore, if one wants to completely deceive and use Chen Xinlu, he cannot promise her magical knowledge like he did to seduce other Tzeentch wizards.
Instead, take advantage of the softest part of her heart.
Tsk tsk tsk…so complicated.
Fu Qinghai slowly exhaled, and when he looked up, he found that the dim lights in the pub had been turned on.
Before I knew it, it was already night.
Fu Qinghai raised his glass and was about to ask the boss for another refill when he heard the sound of a door being pushed open and a commotion behind him.
Fu Qinghai turned around and saw a bearded man with a greasy belly whose face was as swollen as a pig's head. He pushed open the wooden door of the tavern, pointed at himself, and shouted to the group of men holding hammers and wooden sticks who rushed in from behind:
"sta e omul! El e!"
Although Fu Qinghai didn't understand, he understood the meaning.
Fu Qinghai stood up, stretched, and was about to stretch his muscles.
A cold reminder sounded in my mind:
[Samsara Dungeon World Plot Line Mission Released: Seal the Demon Valak, Failure Penalty: Samsara Life -1]
Huh?
Fu Qinghai was surprised.
Who is Valak?
Why don't you distinguish between the plot lines?
At the same time, a simple and outrageous memory also appeared in Fu Qinghai's mind with the release of the task:
I, Jack Fu, a descendant of Chinese laborers who assisted Europe in World War I, a vagrant, wandered here, and disappeared.
That's it???
Thanks to Wuming, who was interested in this book, and the book friends for their rewards.
I was browsing Writer's Assistant before, and I came across an experience sharing by a great writer from Elbow. He said: If you want to make money from writing, then each chapter should be 2,000 words, and every 2,000 words must have a stimulating point, otherwise don't try. Now I feel the power of this sentence.
(End of this chapter)