Chapter 1: The Era of Great Reclamation

"Ding Ding~"

"Ding Ding~"

The edge of the fog.

The flag with the silhouette of the goblin hung down listlessly.

This is a circus resting in the dusk.

Shabby, messy, and shaky, it fits the sunset business of the circus that is about to be eliminated by the times.

In the dark caravan, Ethan suddenly opened his eyes.

The original sonorous "ding dong" sound stopped abruptly as if receiving a signal.

Alas~

Shi Shiran sighed and rubbed his slightly bloodshot eyes. Ethan was no longer sleepy.

This was certainly not the first time he was disturbed by this strange sound. Since he came to this world, there are always a few days every month that will make him unable to close his eyes. The strange sound seems to attract his attention and call him.

Others traveled through the Golden Finger and came to me. It would have been fine if they didn't give me the Golden Finger, but I also gave me a pair of gray nails...

Based on his experience as a doctor in his previous life, Ethan once swore that this kind of auditory hallucination was neurological tinnitus.

But he soon discovered his mistake, because when he followed the circus to the urban and rural junctions across the continent, the sound followed him like a shadow.

And every time it came from a fixed direction.

That direction was the foggy world that humans were afraid of.

'The fog is a forbidden area! '

This was the first thing Ethan understood when he came to this world.

Just like the ocean surrounding the land on Earth, this world is surrounded by fog.

The fog is like a huge net covering all the mysteries, and at the same time blocking people's hearts.

In the foggy world, there are no laws, no rules, no mercy, and even no direction. All foggy maps only mark reference objects. Once you set foot here, you can only leave it to fate.

So this is a Jedi.

The world's most magnificent, bizarre, and extraordinary sights are often in remote and dangerous places, where few people go.

The more turbulent and bizarre the place is, the more treasures it hides that drive people crazy: black technology, extraordinary items, various formulas, meditation methods, breathing methods, fighting techniques... and so on.

So this is also a fertile land.

If the fog is the veil on the girl's face, then the ruins in the fog are the knots that tie the veil. Only by untying the knot can you see the girl's beauty.

So when the ruins are reclaimed, the surrounding fog will also recede like a tide.

When witnessing the surprise of unveiling the veil, humans will never forget it for a long time.

Greed is the original sin.

Of course, humans will not be indifferent. Entering the fog and exploring the ruins is a matter of course.

This is how humans compete with the fog for territory, and people are used to calling it "reclamation".

According to Article 17 of the Federal Government's Land Declaration: Regarding the ownership of the ruins, legal organizations or individuals who open up the ruins and eliminate the fog will obtain official certification and permanent use rights of the ruins.

This text can also be found on the Nirvana Code in the Port of Zion, the original place. You must know that the Nirvana Code means a permanent commitment in this world.

The fog is a besieged city, and people outside the city want to come in.

They are tirelessly pursuing, exploring, and persisting. This is a great era.

Gradually, humans are closely related to the fog.

From the fog, humans have discovered various historical civilizations, various resources, and even the drawings of steam engines.

I don't know when the idea of ​​'opening up the wasteland is the first productive force' has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

As long as humans keep opening up the wasteland, society will continue to progress...

This is the 'great era of opening up the wasteland'.

"A-choo~"

The caravan has been around for some years, and a hint of coolness came in from the gap in the carriage, making Ethan sneeze.

"Huh~"

Ethan twitched his nose, rubbed his frozen face with both hands, pushed aside the broken hair on his forehead, blew a breath of hot air into his palm, felt the coldness in the quilt, and confirmed that he could not sleep peacefully again. He sat up from the 'bed' with his small body.

If two old lockers put together and covered with a layer of old canvas can be called a bed.

Ethan shivered and put on his clothes. With the moonlight penetrating into the caravan, he fumbled in the dark. He needed to light the simple kerosene lamp hanging in the corner of the carriage.

Carefully avoiding various messy props, it was obviously a more demanding task.

"Bang!"

There was a bang.

Ethan was startled and leaned down hurriedly, like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He pounced and hugged the rolling heavy object, and then quietly hid in the dark and dared not move.

Until he repeatedly confirmed that this trouble did not attract the attention of the circus, he sat up carefully, tremblingly lifted up his trouser legs, and looked at his ankle in the moonlight. He had a black bruise on his ankle.

Ethan tried his best not to groan in pain, but picked up the prop of the culprit beside him.

It was a golden crown, heavy in the hand, simple in shape, solemn in decoration, and unique ingenuity in hollowing, which was extremely elegant.

Unfortunately, the circle of fake gems of various colors inlaid on the waist of the crown, the size of pigeon eggs... was a bit exaggerated, completely destroying the beauty of the golden ratio, making this crown directly fall into the cliché, and falling more than 10,000 grades.

This aesthetic gap is no less than that of a pair of emperors and sons in the previous life.

Ethan pouted, he was very glad that the "gem" on the crown was not knocked off.

It looks just like the real thing, (ˉ▽￣~) Qiao~~

After stuffing it into the prop box behind him, Ethan let out a long breath, and the pain in his ankle became even stronger.

These props filled the caravan to the brim, and only the skinny Ethan could barely get in and out.

Of course, Ethan's best friend Bryant was also stuffed in.

Bryant is a black mamba snake, a mysterious and extremely rare supernatural species.

"Bryant?"

"Bryant~"

Ethan lowered his throat and tried to call his partner, but the only response was the silence of the night and the heavy chill.

Subconsciously tightening his collar, Ethan huddled up, and the sudden chill of early autumn made him shiver.

Looking through the gap, a full moon was hanging high. At this time, Bryant should still be enjoying the fun of hunting in the wild, Ethan enviously thought.

As a snake charmer in the Fairy Circus, Ethan knows his partner better than anyone else.

That's right, a snake charmer, a very talented snake charmer.

As if it was rooted in his blood, Ethan's body was born to understand snake language.

The autumn wind was rustling, and the chill was overwhelming.

The bad mood of being disturbed suddenly disappeared.

It has been nearly a year since he came to this world without realizing it, and he still often can't help looking up at the starry sky.

The brightest star in the night sky,

Can you hear clearly,

The loneliness and sigh of the person looking up,

The loneliness and sigh in the heart...

Light a simple kerosene lamp, wait for a piece of orange light to fall, and there is suddenly a hint of warmth in the carriage.

Unscrupulously enjoying this warmth is a benefit in the middle of the night.

"Crackle, crackle"

A bean of light, flickering alternately.

Ethan smiled comfortably as he rubbed his hands on the bright lampshade.

Under the orange light, dark brown hair and knife-like facial features, although he is a teenager, he looks like a scumbag.

Unfortunately, a pair of heavy dark circles ruined everything, adding a faint sense of decadence to this face.

Unless the insomnia caused by the strange sound is solved, the temperament may not be saved.

"Hua La~"

After searching behind him for a while, Ethan pulled out a large book.

The cover was a little torn, and the title was worn out.

After opening it, the first thing that caught his eye was an enrollment brochure that Ethan used as a bookmark.

This enrollment brochure came from one of the famous Ivy League universities, Turing City's famous school - Flo University.

He knew a secret about Flo University, a secret about extraordinary...

Since he knew that secret, he regarded being admitted to Flo University as his first life goal.

After his blazing eyes paused on the enrollment brochure for a while, he turned a new page.

There was a set of simple experimental instruments drawn on it, which was a book on drug preparation.

Compared to the previous life, the medicine in this world is still in its infancy. Appendicitis is still one of the incurable diseases that currently plague the medical community. Penicillin has not yet been discovered, and a small cold can easily take a life.

For a former doctor, Ethan seemed to have seen the foundation for his true survival in this world.

The only thing Ethan needs to overcome now is that in order to avoid being too shocking, he needs to understand the medical system of this world from the beginning.

In order to avoid being criticized for his shocking words.

The content of this book is very basic, and the experimental equipment is also very different from that in the previous life. The various strange reagents make Ethan's eyes light up.

The moon is as cool as water. The warm candlelight in the caravan and the diligent night reading boy outline a peaceful picture.

Unknowingly, the night has deepened. Ethan, who came to his senses, felt the chill getting stronger.

A layer of white frost has formed on the leaves. The dark night and the pale mist are intertwined. Under the starlight, the earth is covered with a layer of silver.

"Rustle~"

The layers of fallen leaves rustle, and Ethan looks up with a happy face. Bryant is back.

It always likes to walk through the fallen leaves. Its crystal clear scales under the moonlight form a grayish-white curve, like an elegant satin, spitting out a long snake tongue and flowing over.

"Hiss~"

Bryant is very strong, enough to hold up his upper body, and his narrow head swept across Ethan's cheek, and then climbed on his neck.

This is the highest etiquette for snakes to express intimacy. Only Ethan has such treatment in the entire fairy circus.

And Ethan did not have any fear, but stretched out his still warm hand and touched its belly. Sure enough, it was a feast.

Listening to Bryant's adventure, Ethan's face was full of yearning.

"Hmm~"

The night got darker, and sleepiness came unconsciously.

Ethan yawned comfortably, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then patted Bryant's head, and got into the carriage and fell asleep.

Bryant climbed up the eaves of the caravan skillfully and breathed softly at the kerosene lamp.

"Hiss~"

The candlelight flickered and turned into a wisp of green smoke.

Everything returned to the night again.

PS: The protagonist is weak in the early stage, so he cannot recklessly open up wasteland, but in the later stage he will have his own ruins, special buildings, special races, and open up wasteland and farm, which is very enjoyable.

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This book is slow to heat up, read carefully.

Pseudo-steampunk + pseudo-Cthulhu + city + Greek mythology + history + two-dimensional...

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