Throwing a steel coil at supersonic speed with one hand, you let me travel through the heavens!

Kitchen, toilet, bedroom...

The entire inspection is complete; there is no other monster.

Back in the living room, he sat on the wooden sofa, the pain from the wound on his left leg washing over him like waves.

Wei Qingzhou bent down to take off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trouser legs, and began to prepare to treat the wound.

There are five bloody holes on my calf, three on the left and two on the right, almost bitten through.

The skin and flesh at the edges of the wound were turned outwards, and the color was white. The surrounding skin was swollen, and pale red tissue fluid was still oozing from the wound.

"This is the first time I've ever been bitten by a rat in my entire life."

"Hopefully it doesn't carry any deadly viruses."

Wei Qingzhou took a bottle of purified water out of his backpack.

He hesitated slightly as he unscrewed the bottle cap.

I brought four bottles of water, enough for three days, which was more than enough.

There is more water than food because water is more important than food. You won't die from being hungry for three days, but you might not die from being thirsty for three days.

"When the human body does not take in water, it will usually fail due to severe dehydration in 3 to 5 days. If water is replenished, the body can use fat for energy, and the survival time can be extended to 7 to 21 days. People with a high body fat percentage may survive even longer."

"Yes, four bottles of water. Even if we use one, it will be enough."

"Besides, the wound needs to be cleaned, otherwise I'll die from infection before I even die of thirst, which would be a huge loss."

Wei Qingzhou no longer hesitated, but he didn't pour out too much at once.

First, rinse the area around the wound with water to wash away the coagulated blood clots and bits of fabric stuck to it. Then, squeeze the tissue around the wound to expel the contaminants and clean it thoroughly.

After rinsing the wound, he took out iodine, sterile gauze, and medical tape from his first-aid kit.

Unscrew the iodine solution, dip a cotton swab in it, and apply it to the wound.

Of course it hurts.

However, Wei Qingzhou, on the surface, appears quiet and refined, but deep down he has a kind of passion and madness.

When applying the medicine, he would only groan if it hurt, and it might even fuel his determination, making him apply the medicine more even if it hurt.

After he disinfected each of the bloody holes bitten by the human-faced rat, covered the wounds with sterile gauze, secured them with tape, and wrapped bandages around his calves several times, he was done.

"Phew, it's finally over."

Wei Qingzhou put his shoes and socks back on, then stomped his foot and gasped in pain.

"With my leg in this condition, I can't run or jump fast for the time being. If I encounter another monster, I'm doomed."

He sighed softly, then obediently put his left foot flat, unscrewed the water bottle, took a couple of sips of water, leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and rested for a few minutes to relieve the pain in his leg.

after awhile.

Having recovered, Wei Qingzhou opened his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable. He silently asked himself, "System, I have a question. What would have happened if I hadn't fought the human-faced rat, or if the muscular teddy had found me and I had died here?"

"Will I exit the instance and return to the real world, losing all related memories, or... am I really dead?"

Death is simply death.

[Mission failure erases memories, provided the host is still alive.]

[There is no death penalty mechanism for any tasks in this system. The host enters the instance world in a complete life form. There is no physical backup or consciousness upload. If the host dies in the instance world, it is a biological death and is irreversible.]

After hearing the system's answer, Wei Qingzhou fell silent.

The risks of becoming a reincarnator are greater than expected. I thought that dying would at most erase my memories and allow me to return to a normal life, but the gamble has been taken on the highest possible risk—

life!

Once you die, it's a true death. Every mission in the dungeon world is a game of life and death.

But... he doesn't regret it.

"Thinking about it carefully, if I didn't have this golden card and become a reincarnator, I would have signed the admission letter from a 985 university, borrowed money in the village, applied for student loans, then spent four years in university, graduated, found a job, went to work, paid off the loans, got married and had children, and then slowly grew old, living an ordinary life."

Wei Qingzhou leaned back on the sofa, staring at the dusty chandelier on the ceiling, a series of thoughts popping into his mind.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with that, since most people spend their lives like this."

"But...I don't want to!"

Wei Qingzhou raised his right hand, his five fingers spread wide, covering the ceiling light, then suddenly clenched it into a fist, his deep, calm eyes flashing with an indescribable sharpness.

"Maybe it's because I've read too many novels. Compared to going to school, working, getting married, having children, and living a routine life, I yearn for the way of life depicted in novels."

"Cultivate, grow stronger, adventure, master extraordinary power, and overcome life-or-death crises time and time again!"

"Moreover, in a month, Earth will still look like this."

"Even if I hadn't become a reincarnator, I would have ended up like the corpse in the rented room, gnawed to pieces by the human-faced rats, rotting and dying. Becoming a reincarnator, on the contrary, would have given me a glimmer of hope."

Wei Qingzhou suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, sat up straight again, and began to review the situation.

The first issue to clarify:

Is this world a parallel universe?

As it stands, everything matches up perfectly – from the rental apartment and the location of the spare key to Grandma Zhou's house – it's like a one-to-one replica of Earth. However, this doesn't completely rule out the possibility of a parallel world.

Wei Qingzhou habitually twirled the pen with his finger, but there was no pen to twirl, and he was slightly taken aback.

He snapped out of his reverie and continued to ponder: "To truly understand whether the instance is part of this world or a parallel universe, we actually need to conduct a small time experiment."

"Once the mission is over and you return to reality, find a tree and carve a meaningless mark on it. The next time you enter the instance, if the tree still has the mark, it's in this world; if not, it's a parallel universe."

"If it were a parallel universe, that would be fine. Better to die than to die. But I am not a saint, I do not have great supernatural powers, and I cannot care about so many things."

"But what about this world..."

Thinking of this, Wei Qingzhou's expression shifted between light and dark.

If this is indeed the world, it means that in a month, just as the system "predicted," an indescribable evil will descend and turn Blue Star into the apocalypse.

When humanity perishes and civilization vanishes, he and his parents will die in the catastrophe.

"A month is too short, but by becoming a reincarnator, I at least have a chance to defy fate."

"In addition, there is another very crucial piece of information: the location after the time travel is exactly the same as the location before the time travel."

"Knowing this gives us a lot of room to maneuver." Wei Qingzhou's eyes flickered.

He can place supplies in a safe place before teleporting so he can get them as soon as he enters the instance. He can choose the most advantageous starting position for himself before teleporting, and he can even set up traps, weapons, and hiding places in advance.

This information is priceless!