Infinite Fighting

Chapter 1 Roast Duck Rice

The sun is shining brightly in the sky, scorching the earth with high temperature.

Below is a somewhat old-looking city tower, with some figures coming and going in it.

Outside a shop called [Wang's Roast Duck Rice], in the shadow of a corner, a young man sat slumped here, sniffing the aroma coming from inside, hungry, but could only watch helplessly.

Zhang Ji was already very tired and his head was a little dizzy.

Anyone who walks for more than ten kilometers in a pair of slippers in this kind of weather will not be much better than him.

The fact that he could walk this far without getting a heat stroke was a reflection of his good health, as he had inexplicably become much younger.

Zhang Ji's eyes were fixed on the fonts in the shops in the distance and the passers-by.

He knew all of these and was not unfamiliar with them. He could even understand what the passers-by said.

But this place was totally different from where he was originally.

He had a vague guess as to where this place was.

Before arriving here, he remembers playing a hodgepodge of fighting games at home.

The reason why it is called a hodgepodge is that although it is a fighting game, it has a lot of content, including dungeons, open world, superpowers, martial arts, cultivation, magic, alchemy, cyberpunk, aliens, time travelers, and Cthulhu.
Anyway, it's just a weird stitch.

But it's well stitched, and new elements are constantly being added as the versions are updated.

Stitched monster games are common these days, and there's nothing special about them.

The problem is, he seems to have come in.

Just because I opened a leveling hack?
The upgrade system of this game is so stupid, is it possible to play it without cheating?
But that doesn't matter anymore.

The key point now is that he seems to have traveled into the game, and to the edge map of the early version.

Good island.

Zhang Ji heard this word from a passerby.

If he remembered correctly, this place was an exile island of the Dongji Kingdom in the ancient 1.0 version.

Well, an island dedicated to exiling criminals.

A place filled with millions of criminals.

In the background story, due to the social inequality in Dongji Country, unemployment was serious, and the capital and government were unwilling to take on the responsibility of resettlement and reemployment of criminals, so this island was created.

In later version updates, as the plot progresses, this island is no longer an exile island. It is re-governed by the Dongji Kingdom and becomes an alternative island city.

But now, it is obviously still the initial version.

This also explains why he failed to get a bite of food.

It is indeed unlikely that people here would be kind-hearted.

It was even a blessing that he didn't encounter any robbery or anything like that when he arrived at this place.

Although there is really nothing to grab about his outfit of beach pants, short-sleeved shirt and sandals.

So hungry!

Zhang Ji pursed his lips and his breathing became deeper.

He just wanted to grab a bite of food, and it didn't matter if he was beaten or even died.

At least, he didn't die of starvation.

At this time, a group of people came from the road, led by a middle-aged man about 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black suit and holding a lit cigar in his mouth. People who saw them along the way saluted and made way.

"Kraven!"

"Hello, Mr. Kratos!"

Zhang Ji also looked at him curiously.

The middle-aged man named Mr. Kui turned his head sharply and looked at Zhang Ji.

The two looked at each other, and an inexplicable sense of oppression came over them, but Zhang Ji had no intention of avoiding him. He only had a dying life, so he had nothing to fear anymore.

"interesting."

Kratos smiled, waved to someone next to him, and gave some instructions.

After hearing this, the man walked towards the shop selling roast duck rice, then came out with a large bowl of roast duck rice. Under Zhang Ji's burning gaze, he sneered and poured the rice into the dog bowl of a German Shepherd outside the shop.

Zhang Ji's eyes became somewhat incredulous.

Mr. Kratos stared at Zhang Ji, as if expecting his reaction.

However, Zhang Ji lowered his head.

He comes from a civilized society and he doesn't know what to do.

There was no doubt that the other party was humiliating him.

Fight with the other party?

Can you beat it?
What can be done?
You wouldn't want to compete with the dog for food, right?
Kratos looked at them for a while, then turned around and prepared to leave with his men.

One step, two steps, three steps.
“Woof woof woof, woof woof, woof~”

“My dog!!!”

Mr. Kui looked back and saw the black dog that was hit by the stone and was twitching on the side, and Zhang Ji who was holding the dog bowl and was hit by the boss's stick and lying on the ground to eat a few more bites of food.

He may not be able to beat a person, but he can beat a dog.

Kratos took a deep puff of his cigar, with a hint of certainty in his eyes. If there wasn't even this bit of wildness, then it wouldn't be worth his stopping.

"Xiao Wu, wait until he finishes eating and then send him to find Lao Cheng." Mr. Kui said to a young man in a gray jacket beside him.

"Yeah." Wu Chen nodded.

Mr. Kui led his men away, and Wu Chen quickly came to the roast duck restaurant.

The owner of the roast duck restaurant was still beating Zhang Ji with a stick. The stick was not too thick, about two fingers thick, like a rolling pin. The owner did not hold back, but Zhang Ji just felt pain without any real injuries.

Wu Chen was quick and reached out to grab the wooden stick that the owner of the roast duck restaurant was about to knock down, and said lightly: "Master Kui wants this man."

The owner of the roast duck restaurant was stunned, then turned around and left with a smile. He didn't even care about feeling sorry for his dog.

Zhang Ji didn't care about all this. He was very hungry. He just grabbed the rice in the dog bowl and ate it bite by bite. He even chewed up the bones of the roast duck and swallowed them.

Wu Chen didn't say anything to Zhang Ji, but leaned against the wall quietly, staring at Zhang Ji eating.

There have been many people exiled to the island over the years, but it is rare to see someone like this. At that moment, he saw clearly the hysterical and wild look in the man's eyes after he lowered his head, which was determined to achieve his goal. Even he was a little surprised.

Is this a person with obsession, or rather, resentment?

Not content with the status quo, having a goal to achieve and willing to use any means to achieve it.

Such a person, as long as he does not die, can at least have some fame.

Soon, the whole bowl of rice was eaten up, and Zhang Ji even picked up the few grains of rice in the dog bowl and ate them.

"Are you full?" Wu Chen asked.

"Seven points." Zhang Ji said.

This is the truth.

In the past, he would probably eat less than one-third of this bowl of rice, but now, for some reason, his appetite has become much bigger.

Is it because the body is a little different after traveling through time?
"Would you like another serving?" Wu Chen asked, and then added, "It's my treat."

"No need." Zhang Ji shook his head and said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Although he gave up his dignity and had a meal.

But he doesn't think this is an equal trade.

At least the other party's attitude doesn't seem to be like that.

"Although this place is different from the outside, it generally follows some secular rules." Wu Chen took out a cigarette box, handed a cigarette to Zhang Ji and said, "If you want to survive here, you need a job to make a living."

"Thank you, I don't smoke." Zhang Ji refused.

He doesn't like smoking.

"Come with me." Wu Chen took out a cigarette, lit it, then put it in his mouth and took a puff.

Then he walked away into the distance, seemingly not caring at all whether Zhang Ji followed him or not.

Zhang Ji hesitated for a moment, but decided to follow.

He wanted to ask something, so he asked, "Is this Shanli Island?"

"Didn't the person who threw you here tell you?" Wu Chen asked back.

Zhang Ji gave up hope and no longer held out for luck.

"Is Mr. Kui the boss here?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Mr. Kui has the final say in the entire Kuicheng District." Wu Chen said with deep eyes: "Even our lives belong to him."

Zhang Ji roughly understood how big the Kuicheng District he was talking about was. It was roughly the size of the entire Loucheng City, with a total of several thousand people.

There is no unified large force on Shanli Island, and it is impossible for there to be one, and the Dongji Kingdom will not allow it.

It's scattered everywhere.

Some are gathering places, some are villages, and some are city wall areas like this.

Every region has its own leader.

They will cooperate, but they will also fight each other for resources and interests.

It's a bit like a miniature version of the feudal lords' division.

Zhang Ji looked at the things on the road.

Some of the things here are filled with a high level of technology.

For example, a man wearing a simple exoskeleton is carrying heavy objects.

It looked like something that weighed at least a hundred pounds, but he lifted it easily with one hand.

But the others still carried it by hand, obviously not everyone here had that kind of thing.

After all, it is an island for exiled criminals, and even here it is just one of the small forces. How many resources can it have?
Zhang Ji was brought by Wu Chen to a warehouse, where several people were moving objects from an old truck into the warehouse, and next to them was an old man who was taking notes.

"Uncle Cheng." Wu Chen said with a little respect.

"Let's talk about things." Uncle Cheng said while writing without even turning his head.

"Mr. Kui introduced me." Wu Chen pointed at Zhang Jidao.

Uncle Cheng stared at Zhang Ji, then said to him, "Go and help."

Zhang Ji paused, then walked over to the porters.

What they were carrying seemed to be some food, packed in boxes.

Zhang Ji imitated the actions of other porters, entered the carriage, grabbed a wooden box with one arm, then walked out quickly and stacked it on the wooden board.

This wooden box weighs about fifty or sixty kilograms, but he didn't find it too difficult to lift it.

Looking at Zhang Ji working, Uncle Cheng said to Wu Chen, "Let's go. I'll stay here."

Wu Chen nodded slightly, without saying hello to Zhang Ji, and just walked away.

Zhang Ji and a few others finished unloading a truckload of goods. They stared at the words on the cargo box in a daze. One of them said to him, "Not bad, what's the name?"

"Zhang Ji!" Zhang Ji replied.

"My name is Gu Ming." Gu Ming stretched out his hand to Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji shook hands with him as a gesture of friendship.

Soon, a new truckload of goods arrived.

They immediately started working again.

Zhang Ji worked until night before he had a chance to rest.

Meals are provided here.

Although it is not as good as the roast duck rice, it is also good. It has meat and vegetables, the oily and fatty food is not bad, and it is filling.

While eating, Uncle Cheng came over, handed Zhang Ji a key and said, "Come with me."

Zhang Ji followed with the bowl in his hand.

After walking for a distance, Uncle Cheng pointed to a container and said, "This is where you will live from now on. When you hear the whistle in the morning, get up and eat. Your salary will be paid every ten days, twenty dollars a day, and someone will give it to you. By the way, there is a set of work clothes on the bed inside, wear that tomorrow."

　The new book has been released, and I hope book lovers will give it more votes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)