Sixty-seven days ago, the smoke of war that had almost extended the entire world dispersed with the unconditional surrender of the Helfar Empire and its servants.

The spring breeze full of flowers blew away the haze, and shone the warm March sun, which was slightly cold and warm, once again shone on the southwest coast of Capas continent, the white sand city that was once extremely prosperous but now devastated by the war.

In the blue velvet sky, an "Ankasha-class" floating boat with thirty-two black holes exposed steam gun barrels but covered with bullet holes was dragged with black and white two-color steam tail, rumbled but slowly flew towards the direction of the sea and sky handover.

The sun shines on the cold and huge steel hut painted by the Sky Guard of the Luoling Republic, which seems to be silently interpreting the gods of war... in fact, it has not completely left.

The Colossus Lighthouse of the Alonso, the sea god who stood on the cliff of the cape, had only half of the arm left behind due to the large-scale bombing of the Helfar Empire across the sea two years ago, pierced into the sky in the sun. During the war, in the passionate or dull speeches of the mayor of Baisha, it symbolized the noble spirit of the 360,000 citizens of Baisha City that would never surrender to the axis of evil.

But now, the sunlight silently passed through the broken Sea God's Colossus Lighthouse, and shone little by little to the large slum near the seashore in Baisha City.

In the slum, a small attic with dim lights that had been lit all night long, with two hands that looked pale and thin due to malnutrition, pushed open the wooden window of the dilapidated attic towards the sea from inside.

As the wooden window opened, a young man with black hair and black eyes about fourteen or fifteen years old stretched his long and stretched his waist and poked his head out of the wooden window, greedily taking a deep breath of fresh air with the smell of the sea.

He slowly exhaled the turbid air in his abdomen, and the black-haired and black-eyed boy with blood in his eyes, looked up at the lighthouse of the Sea God with a slightly complicated expression, his eyes filled with vicissitudes that a 14 or 15-year-old boy should not have.

The eyes of the black-haired and black-eyed boy also reflected the Ankasha-class aerial boat that had not yet flew away. He could clearly see some strong and powerful soldiers carrying huge steam guns, as well as several short goblin engineers waving large wrenches, running around in a hurry as if inspecting something.

This vision, which is far beyond ordinary people, comes from the thin elves bloodline in the body of the young man with black hair and black eyes.

Perhaps it was thanks to this thin elf bloodline that the young man with black hair and black eyes had a very good appearance. Although he was young, he could already be called sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, and his face was as beautiful as a crown of jade.

"Good morning, Alonsos, Malone Liszt, salute you. Haha... I've said good morning twenty-five times to you, so can you bless me a little today?"

He returned to the Colossus of the Sea God, shrouded in mist, and the black-haired and black-eyed boy whispered to himself.

After speaking, the young man with black hair and black eyes turned his head and turned his eyes to the desk reflected by the dim lights in the narrow attic.

On the desk, a large book of bounded square paper was neatly placed. The one on the top was used as a cover. The two rows of slightly awkward lines of flower-like characters in Luoling, which were written in two distinct rows of strokes.

"The Little Prince"

Lost Traveler - Ma Long

...

Yes, Malone felt that he was a "lost traveler".

Ma Long is just an ordinary half-household office worker from nine to five in the Earth world. He would take a break from his busy schedule to send his mobile phones when he was working, and would play a guest role as a writer to make up some online novels. As for posting ** and writing online novels... it was time to be invincible for the forum.

But the above is not all Ma Long's life - because every weekend, Ma Long would volunteer at the children's welfare home in the suburbs regardless of weather. After paying the monthly salary and royalties, he would take out one-third of each to buy various food and books to donate to the children of this children's welfare home.

When he meets elderly people and children begging along the street, although Ma Long never gives money directly, he will find the nearest restaurant to buy some hot food and deliver it to the other party.

A friend once said to him that Ma Long was very stupid, saying that now he was a money society, and he still cares about the life and death of those who were destined to be eliminated by society. He would not get any benefits at all!

Ma Long's answer was just a smile and said lightly: "Well, I think I'm quite stupid, but I still think I can go and have the ability... to help them a little, that's enough."

In short, Ma Long is such a person, enjoying this high-tech era like all young people, and having a kind and delicate heart that has not been covered by indifference.

It was only twenty-six days ago that Ma Long's peaceful life was broken-

That day, Ma Long, who had finished another volunteer work in a welfare home, returned to his home and took a comfortable bath and turned on his computer. On the forum where he often went to get water, he saw a guy named "Shen Shang Shen Ao" posted a post "The Future Fantasy World in Your Eyes" that was so popular that he had a post that was so popular that he had a hundred comments.

With the idea of ​​watching the excitement, Ma Long clicked on the post.

After reading seventy or eighty comments roughly, Ma Long felt a little bored because he digs out the "future fantasy world" described in all the other posts. Although the descriptions are slightly different, the essence is still the sword and magic fantasy world of war. Because of killing and hatred, the level of civilization will always remain at the level of the magic version of the medieval height.

Haha, although humans on the earth have fought for thousands of years, they have moved from ignorance to modern civilization step by step.

Even if the fantasy world is full of all kinds of inhuman creatures such as elves, werewolfs, vampires, etc., they are all intelligent creatures after all... Will the level of civilization of the world composed of intelligent creatures always remain in the Middle Ages?

Impossible... Every large-scale war and peace after the war will inevitably bring about an unprecedented integration of culture and technology, and culture and technology accumulation to a certain extent will inevitably lead to an unstoppable explosion!

From time to time, humans on Earth will have a "wizard of genius" appearing, turning steam, oil, etc. into the driving force for the great progress of civilization. They have more powerful energy such as magic power, magic crystals, etc., can't "wizard of genius" never appear?

Therefore, in Ma Long's view, even if the fantasy world is a world where gods really exist, the world will inevitably move from the ignorant era of gods to the gradually enlightened era of mortals!

Whether it is steam-driven machinery, Douqi-driven machinery, or magic-driven machinery, they will eventually replace the flesh-and-blooded beasts and dragons with "body of steel" and dominate the sea, land and air!

As for the gods who look down on sentient beings, the exhaustion of faith caused by the enlightenment of mortals will make them retreat to the second line even if they do not withdraw from the stage of history in such a shameful way as a fall.

Oh, maybe a group of new gods will appear, such as "the God of Steamed Steel", "the God of Steampunk" and so on.

In short, the "future fantasy world" in his eyes should be a civilized world that is completely different from the earth's civilization. In fact, among the words he knows, only the word "steampunk" barely fits his ideas.

Being backward and advanced, magic and science coexist...

With this idea, Ma Long typing on the keyboard for half an hour, turning his thoughts into the 197th post.

"You—, right! You—, will receive a reward!"

Before Ma Long could lift his finger, he had just clicked the Enter key, and this words containing endless majesty exploded in his ears!

Then, before he had time to react too much, Ma Long lost all his consciousness when he was scared.

When Ma Long wakes up again, he has become a fourteen-year-old boy named Ma Long Liszt living in the slum of Baisha City. He lives in a future fantasy world where the gods retreat to the second line and the mortals rise with their wisdom, and have just finished the magic and steam version of the "World War" vigorously.

Inherited from the memory of "Maron-Liszt", the green-skinned orcs, long-eared elves, bearded dwarfs, steam locomotives spitting white mists, steel airships flying in the sky, etc., clearly telling Maron the correctness of his post about the "Future Fantasy World".

From his original appearance to a handsome guy with a sharp eyebrows and starry eyes that looks like a white-faced version of Louis Koo, it seems... it is a good thing that deserves his gratitude.

But what Ma Long cares more about is his current identity - a war orphan.

This Luoling Republic, which had just been far away from the smoke of war, is now busy fighting for the fruits of war with two allies with similar strength, but has forgotten the war orphans like Marlon Liszt.

He didn't know about other places, but at least in the slum where he lived, the number of wandering war orphans was more than two hundred.

Malnutrition and loneliness and helplessness erode these pitiful, ragged orphans in war all the time, making them "little slum demons" despised and disliked by decent people.

Compared with the wandering orphans, Malone Liszt was in much better condition because he had at least a broken attic that could barely shelter from wind and rain to serve as a "home", and he also had an unfixed salary of a "scribarian".

But the problem is that for Malone, who has long been accustomed to modern life on Earth, neither the shabby attic nor the poor quality food that is difficult to eat, it is not a life he can accept.

So, 26 days ago, the first night when he was penetrated by his soul into this world, Ma Long began the novel "creation".

Maybe it was because of time travel. Ma Long can now clearly recall all the contents of movies, novels, magazines, and music that he has seen or heard of.

"Oh, God will suffer the consequences if you don't take it."

"For myself and to be able to help those poor children, I... need to use these memories."

Before pushing open the broken wooden window in the attic and greeting the Colossus lighthouse of the sea god Alonsos for the first time in the sun, Malone, who completely integrated the memory of the war orphan Malone Liszt, said to himself.
Chapter completed!