Timeline Player

You have acquired a second career – chef.

[Should I draw a job skill?]

When Chi Que left the Dragon's Stomach, he used up the item given to him by Lamia, the guild leader.

"She's clearly East Asian, yet she has a Western name..." Chi Que thought to himself, suspecting that the name was actually a pseudonym she gave herself under the influence of the president's chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

Who would be so kind as to name a woman whose prototype is a snake-bodied demon?

As for the profession skills, Chi Que plans not to draw them for the time being. This seems to be closely related to the player's own experience in that profession. With his current culinary skills, he can at most make latte art or something.

So he decided to go back and practice first. Fortunately, after obtaining the chef's profession, his cooking talent was also greatly enhanced.

Chi Que disguised himself with another face and scanned his surroundings. He found that the shops around him seemed to be opened by players according to their own professions, and not all of them sold game items.

For example, combat-oriented professions include mercenaries and adventurer guilds; life-oriented professions include restaurants and clinics; and there are also some miscellaneous professions such as craftsmen, merchants, and fortune tellers.

He found the players' trading hall, which contained all sorts of random items, including plenty of gun ammunition. Each magazine cost ten points and held twelve rounds, so he bought ten.

"This transit point has been packed with all sorts of people lately," a familiar voice said behind him.

Chi Que was taken aback and turned around. It turned out to be the same pair of tall and short passersby he had encountered earlier.

The tall man sighed, "This map will soon be completely explored; it'll become a tourist map soon."

"So," the short passerby said enthusiastically, "I'm planning to change the map next month. I heard there's a new area that's opened up, the Magical Renaissance Era, which is perfect for my profession."

The tall man paused for a moment, then asked, "What the hell is that?"

"It was a time when individualism was just beginning to emerge, and it just so happened to coincide with the revival of magic," the short man said. "But the world-building is very complex, with things like the Twin Serpents of Good and Evil, and the Seven Deadly Sins."

"Why are you so unambitious?" the tall individual scolded, somewhat exasperated. "This map is almost completely cleared, and the world dungeon is just around the corner. Don't you want to join in the fun?"

The short man rolled his eyes: "Are you dreaming? You need to conquer a small region to enter. Which one did you conquer?"

The tall man paused for a moment, then stubbornly said, "I...I'm trying my best, aren't I?"

"Strive my ass." The short guy laughed and slapped his thigh. "You'd better make it out of the next dungeon alive first."

Chi Que seemed to be deep in thought.

It seems that a unique world instance will appear when each map is nearly completed?

He suddenly understood Lamia's purpose.

She is preparing for the world instance.

Since the Moon Goddess is the core secret of the map, whoever finds the information will gain the upper hand.

"Fine," he muttered to himself, turning and walking towards the exit of the transfer station. "Anyway, I need to get stronger."

He still remembered the faceless Dark River.

He quickened his pace and disappeared into the crowd.

......

Chi Que returned to the basement where he killed Chen Ming.

He picked up his phone from the ground. It seemed that only one day had passed in real time, indicating that time flowed differently in the game and in reality.

Originally, Chi Que had planned to escape, but now he was confident that he could arrange the scene flawlessly.

After a flurry of activity, it was already past midnight when they left Chen Ming's villa.

He took out his phone and told his friend at the police station that Chen Ming might have discovered that the police were investigating him, so he fled to avoid punishment.

Anyway, that's what they said at the scene.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Understood." The voice on the other end sounded tired, suggesting that the past few days had been difficult for him. "Let's leave it at that. Chen Ming, you don't need to investigate any further. I'll transfer the remaining money to your account."

My friend hung up the phone.

"Money is hard to earn..." Chi Que shook his head, but looking at the money coming in on his card, his mood improved again.

He pushed open the door of the coffee shop.

The familiar aroma of coffee wafted over, the wind chimes on the door tinkled, and behind the bar, Miya was resting her chin on her hand, staring at the tablet computer on the counter, where a TV series seemed to be playing.

"An iced Americano, please." Chi Que walked over. "What are you looking at?"

"It's an old show from a few years ago," Miya said, glancing up at him. "It's called something like 'The Great Detective'."

A figure wearing a trench coat and a deerstalker hat appeared on the screen, against a hazy, vintage background.

"Oh, Holmes," Chi Que said.

Just as he was about to look away, the figure turned around, revealing a girl's face.

Chi Que's brain went blank for a few seconds.

and many more.

How is this Holmes?!

wrong!

Chi Que cried out in his heart.

Sherlock Holmes isn't like that!

Miya glanced at him: "Don't you know? The timeline of this TV series is different from the original story."

Chi Que was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"It's what you call a parallel universe," Mia said. "In this timeline, in the final case, it wasn't Sherlock Holmes who survived falling down the waterfall, but Professor Moriarty."

Chi Que's lips twitched slightly.

I said, adaptation is not random rewriting.

"Moriarty continues to run his criminal empire, and the protagonist is actually Holmes's adopted daughter." Mia pointed to the screen, "She wants to avenge her adoptive father, and thus embarks on the path of becoming a detective."

"What kind of Marvel plot is this?" Chi Que couldn't help but complain. "If you can't come up with something, you just create a parallel universe?"

"But it's good," Miya said. "It doesn't ruin the original characters, and we can naturally see a gender-swapped version of Sherlock Holmes. Besides, don't you think the female lead is really beautiful?"

"...Indeed," Chi Que admitted.

He searched online and found that the show was actually quite famous, having been around for several years. The female lead was a newcomer who had just started her career. Strangely, she only acted in this one show and then disappeared from the public eye.

Some conspiracy theories even suggest that she was captured by powerful figures and kept as a kept woman.

He sat there, waiting for his coffee.

Miya's movements were very skillful; she weighed the beans, ground them, pressed the powder, and extracted them all in one go. But her eyes never left the tablet, or more precisely, she never left the face on the screen.

When the female lead appears, the corners of her mouth will turn up slightly, as if she has seen something that makes her happy.

"You really like this show," Chi Que said.

"Yes." Miya didn't deny it. "Because the female lead is very beautiful."

"So your standard for watching dramas is just that the characters are good-looking?"