DNF Return to 2008

Chapter 1 So, what is the regret of DNF?
“Do you want to uninstall Dungeon Fighter: Origins?”

An Yi tapped OK and removed the Ghost Swordsman icon game from his phone.

This year's mobile game masterpiece, which is said to have been polished for ten years, has been endorsed by various anchors and has been widely advertised.

I thought I was going to hold it in for a big one, but I ended up pooping a huge pile instead. It tasted bland... See you later!

"Yes, DNF has been around for sixteen years, and the warriors of the past have all grown old..."

A few years ago, An Yi was still one of the people who defended the continent of Arad.

However, he was fed up with the endless team battles, equipment farming, and shameless stupid planning, and finally, like many warriors, he chose to quit the game sadly.

After quitting, I feel much better.

But I didn’t expect that this time the bad planner would rehash something old and launch the DNF mobile game.

However, time has passed, beauties have aged, warriors have fallen from grace, and the passion of the past is hard to rekindle...

suddenly.

The cell phone in his hand suddenly exploded with a bang, and An Yi felt dizzy.

"I have no regrets in my life. I remember running under the sunset that day. That was my lost youth..."

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It's like stepping on empty air and falling in a dream. Scientific research shows that this is a signal sent by the brain to confirm whether the host is still alive.

An Yi suddenly woke up and opened his eyes slowly.

The next moment, he froze in a daze, looking around with horror on his face.

The dim hall that came into view was filled with rows of flashing computer screens, with the only sounds being the humming of ventilation fan blades and the occasional ticking of keyboards.

It was like a black internet cafe, with some people sleeping soundly, some gaming all night long, and some already watching a porn movie.

"I'm wet... Why is he fat?!"

An Yi was confused.

I dragged my eyes back with difficulty, and saw the lower right corner of the computer on the desk showing: July 2008, 7, 17 a.m.?
I went back to the eve of the opening of the 08 Olympic Games? ?

"There is insufficient balance on one card, please remind him to top up..."

A cold female voice emanated from the small speaker at the bar, and then memories flooded into my mind.

An Yi, eighteen years old, became an orphan in a severe flood. He was fostered in his uncle's home since childhood and was looked down upon. He went south to make a living before graduating from high school.

He has no education, his frail body cannot stand the dark and deadly assembly line, and he is currently working as a network administrator in an Internet cafe in the suburbs of Suicheng, Pearl River Delta.

Monthly salary, nine hundred.

"Network administrator, give me a pack of Double Happiness and two buckets of instant noodles with pickled mustard greens. The rest can be used to pay for the internet..."

At this time, a young man with orange tin foil perm, silver cross earrings, a black motorcycle jacket, and white crotch jeans with a big iron chain hanging on them came towards him.

The young man threw down fifty yuan and a card, and waited for a while. Seeing that the other party did not move, he knocked on the bar impatiently, "Network administrator, did you hear me? Why are you in a daze?"

"Oh, wait a minute..."

An Yi finally came to his senses and hurriedly took the money. Then he picked up the internet card and swiped it through the card reader, entering the amount very awkwardly.

"Unit 38, right? I'll bring you some instant noodles later..."

"Come on, hurry up, my pants are loose because I'm so hungry!"

After the other person left, An Yi stood up, rushed into the toilet in the stairwell, took a look, and directly washed his face, which was greasy due to staying up late, with hand sanitizer.

Through the mirror on the washstand, I could see my face clearly. I was thin, pale, with side bangs covering my eyebrows, and I looked very young.

Fortunately, he looks good and at first glance looks like Zhou Chuanxiong when he just recovered from a serious illness.

He probably traveled through time.

I took a bucket of pickled cabbage instant noodles from the container, tore open the seasoning packet, and poured in boiling water.

Carrying instant noodles to machine No. 38, An Yi was quickly attracted by the game the other party was playing.

The young man with tinfoil curls was playing a 2D horizontal fighting game - "Dungeon & Fighter"!
In the picture, the young man is controlling a sharpshooter character wearing a purple robe and wooden sandals, and is teaming up with his companions to clear the Dark Thunder Ruins.

"Brother Hua, I don't have any resurrection coins left. Resurrect me and let me go..."

"Shit! Didn't you get 10 resurrection coins for a new account? And you've used them all up?"

"Ten are not enough. Keno's Fire Girl died yesterday..."

The companion was aggrieved, and although Hua Ge was reluctant, he still pressed F10 to revive the other party. Several people formed a team, and Hua Ge's sharpshooter kept sliding and shoveled, and it took nearly ten minutes to kill the zombie king.

"Damn it, you didn't get an S-level score! Monkey, you got hit too many times!"

The retro game settlement screen appeared, with 37% operation, 74% skill, 26 hits, and only an A score.

Brother Hua put out his cigarette and was very angry.

His male gunner is already level 23. He heard that roaming PK is very good, so he accepted the task of changing his job to a roaming gunner. However, it has been two days and he has not yet reached the S-level score requirement.

The young man called "Monkey" didn't seem to hear him and continued to ask: "Brother Hua, I just used a knee strike and a Gatling gun, why can't I just shoot the monster up in the air like you did?"

"Pfft~"

An Yi, who was standing behind, laughed out loud.

However, when the monkey heard the ridicule, his face suddenly looked unhappy.

Even Brother Hua turned his head with an unfriendly look.

"Sorry, sorry!" An Yi apologized quickly.

He had been professionally trained and would not laugh out loud no matter how funny something was... unless he couldn't help it.

"It's easy to get an S score. Just take off your weapons before you get to the boss room, and then kill the boss when you get an S score..."

Looking at the other party's Shamatte look that was not to be offended, An Yi gave some suggestions.

These days, a very mysterious family is popular. They dress strangely but have thick hair. They are the most loyal customers of all the hair salons. They make scissor hands, pout their lips, and play Audition in Internet cafes...

Commonly known as the big fluttering moth.

He couldn't afford to offend these nobles.

"Can it be done?" Seeing that the other party said it seriously, Brother Hua was half-believing and half-doubting.

“It’s packaged!”

An Yi patted his chest and said, "If it doesn't work, come find me at the bar!"

After saying this, he quickly ran away, hiding his achievements and fame.

Seeing several people sitting together in an Internet cafe for five people, An Yi suddenly recalled his youthful years.

Rain or shine, I'll be waiting for you at the Zombie King!
"……system?"

An Yi muttered a few times in his heart.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was still no response.

"No system?"

An Yi was stunned for a few seconds, but soon felt relieved.

The famous cockroach lady once said, I am back for those who can’t come back…

So what if there is no system?
Relying on his many titles such as "Antuon the Immortal", "Luke the Immortal King", and "Judge of Heberon".

In DNF, I have herded sheep, raised chickens, gambled on horses, escorted darts, fished, scuba dived, avoided the summer heat, planted trees, guessed riddles, drew lots, jigsaw puzzles, solved cases, washed clothes, bought lottery tickets, flipped cards, played mahjong, caught mice, picked up garbage, planned, set off fireworks, cooked, found children, killed ants, raised a daughter, and shot airplanes...

Eighteen kinds of martial arts, all-round.

Can’t you become rich, become a CEO, marry a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reach the peak of your life?
As for those friends who often travel through time, they just buy some Bitcoin, speculate in real estate and buy lottery tickets, copy songs and write novels...

In his opinion, it's pure nonsense.

I have no capital, no connections, poor memory, low emotional intelligence, and I’m not a smart person... Why should I squeeze into other people’s tracks and grab a share of the market?

In his previous life, he was just a social animal. In his middle age, he had never even touched Mai Sakurajima's hand...

But now, I have been playing DNF for more than ten years. Just by digging and earning some money in this game for the elderly, which has been ranked among the top three in terms of revenue for more than ten years, it is enough to live a comfortable life.

If that doesn't work, he can just rely on his looks to be a duck...

"The most urgent thing is to make money!"

An Yi touched his pocket and found only 250 yuan left.

But his eyes were still shining and full of hope.

From tomorrow on, be a useful person and do the splits and lean on the old horse!

This is my first time writing a book. Please collect it! Please read it! DNF is already the most niche book on the Internet. Not many people are writing it. If it weren’t for the support of 8 million warriors, it would not survive! !
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(End of this chapter)