Chapter 1 The boy

icy... trembling...

"Shake a ghost, this is all the stalk of the last era..."

Accompanied by the murmur of complaints, the young man raised his hand and rubbed the still faintly tingling Tianling Gai, and then grinned and 'hiss' in a low voice, while standing up and half-sitting up.

"Friend, you are awake."

The sudden sound of inquiries made the young man finally recover from a slight trance, and subconsciously looked around.

This is an enclosed metal cabin, structured like the interior of a small strategic transport aircraft. There were a row of seats against the warehouse walls on both sides, and there were four stretchers on the aisle in the middle, and the boy occupied one of them.

The cabin seemed very empty, except for the young man, who was the only one who made a sound.

"How? Are you all right?"

It was still the questioning voice of the man just now, which made the young man pause his observation, and followed the voice to look over.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." The boy responded, smiled politely at the brown-haired, blue-eyed western man, then got up from the stretcher and took a step into an empty chair.

boom--

Before the boy could sit still, the sound of an explosion suddenly sounded, causing the troop compartment to shake violently. The boy quickly grabbed the seat belt and turned his head to look out through the observation window.

There is a fierce war going on outside the observation window. One side is the small and medium-sized aircraft on the technology side, and the other side is the monsters of different shapes, either flying, or suddenly jumping out of the forest and mountain walls, and jumping into the air. aircraft.

Knowing the situation in his chest, the teenager turned his head and asked the western man who was also looking outside through the observation window: "So, we are retreating?"

Hearing the words, the western man nodded, looked away from the observation window, turned back and said with a little regret: "Yes, the seventeenth time the outpost failed to be established."

"As expected of the difficulty of hell." The young man sighed when he heard this, then raised his right hand to draw a circle in the air in front of him, and read: "Mission log."

Silently, a half-meter square virtual screen appeared out of thin air.

Looking at the records in the mission log, the young man sighed, and then swiped his hand to turn the screen to the personal information column.

"Huh?" The western man was obviously paying attention to the virtual screen in front of the boy, and couldn't help but say in surprise, "Your rank is actually a lieutenant?"

"Yeah..." The boy shrugged and said helplessly: "Because of the continuous failure of the 'Establishment of the 107 Outpost Mission', my rank has dropped from major to the current lieutenant."

"Then you are really unlucky." The western man sighed: "The rank is slow to rise, but the fall is fast."

Seeing the boy's expression of approval, the western man couldn't help complaining and continued: "I originally hoped that through this mission of 'building an outpost', I could rush to the rank of second lieutenant, but..."

"Isn't it easy to be promoted to lieutenant?" The young man said after hearing the words: "The kill points in the comprehensive evaluation are enough, and it is not difficult to be promoted to second lieutenant."

bang——

A loud noise caused the troop compartment to shake again, and the two turned their heads to look out the window, but a flying monster about three meters high and seven meters long slammed into it.

The two turned their heads without hesitation, not at all afraid that the monster would crash the troop carrier.

The western man restarted the topic and said a little depressingly: "My major in 'war fighting' relies entirely on hand-to-hand combat. As for 'gun fighting' and 'body fighting', the grades are not high, so the kill score has never been improved. Go up. How about you?"

"I'm alright." The young man smiled politely, his eyes quickly swept over the three "Master" evaluations on the virtual panel, and then closed it silently, canceling the panel.

"Oh yes, Lex Nagia." The western man introduced himself.

"Kun." The boy responded politely, reaching out and shaking his hand.

"Queen?" Lex Nagia was slightly taken aback.

"It's not queen, it's Kun." The boy corrected helplessly.

"queen." Lex Nagia repeated with a slightly awkward pronunciation.

"Kun..." The boy was even more helpless, and corrected in Chinese pinyin: "k-u-n—kun."

"Oh—" Lex Nagia looked suddenly realized.

"Coven queen!" Lex Naguia said boldly, confident in his heart, "Just call me Nagi, just a friend."

"..."

After several times of hesitating to speak, the young Kun finally surrendered helplessly and muttered: "Whatever, whatever, anyway, no matter how I correct it, you Westerners won't call me by my name..."

Almost as soon as the young Kun's murmur fell, Lex Nagia's cheerful voice sounded immediately: "I guess the elders in your family must like our Western witch culture very much!"

Young Kun's smile was stiff, and while listening, he gritted his teeth and muttered, "Every Westerner who knows my name..."

Lex Nagia didn't notice the boy's muttering, and was still chattering happily: "Look! 'Coven' means witch, but we usually use Witch. So Coven we mean the witch group... "

"Yes, yes, the witches..." The boy continued to grit his teeth and mutter.

"And your surname is queen." Lex Nagia seemed to be getting more and more excited: "Then your name means the queen in the witch company? Or the witch queen! Oh ~ sorry, maybe I shouldn't say that, but I I suggest that you should change your name to a wizard-related name..."

boom--

The sudden explosion finally saved the young boy Kun, he immediately turned his head to look at the explosive fireworks outside the window, and thanked those monsters in his heart...

More than ten minutes later, the transport ship landed in a huge technology camp. Young Kun finally got rid of the talkative Lex Nagia. Before he could enter the barracks, he quickly drew a circle with his hands to call up the virtual panel, and in the logout option Up and down quickly.

The vision quickly turned black, and after a few seconds, the body touch changed, and the five senses were recalibrated.

"Turn it on." Young Kun said softly with a tired tone.

His vision gradually brightened, and then the boy sat up from an egg-shaped metal warehouse, was in a daze for a moment, and stepped out of the metal warehouse.

As he walked out of the room, Young Kun called out, "Housekeeper."

"Master Kun, what are your orders?" Silently, a one-meter-square virtual screen appeared beside the boy, and while following the boy's footsteps, a question came from the 'virtual panda image' on the screen. ll.

Hearing the words, the young Kun asked, "How long has it been? I was in a hurry to log out of the game just now, so I didn't have time to watch it."

"Master, your game time this time is three hours and twenty-five minutes," replied the intelligent butler in the form of a virtual panda.

"Oh, I see." The teenager went to the bathroom, and then asked while washing his hands, "Is there any new contact information on my messaging app?"

"Master sent a message half an hour ago, saying that he came back to cook at night, and told the young master not to order food." The smart housekeeper replied.

"Really? Then today is a good thing." Kun Shaoyang laughed, then picked up the water and washed his face...