Having been trained by countless novels and movies, he had a strong heart, so he closed his eyes and waited, hoping the dream would end or something would happen.
He closed his eyes and opened them, and suddenly there was light.
Joseph Stalin found himself in a spacious white living room. The Ionic columns, Roman vaults, and elongated windows made the room dimly lit. The wood burning in the fireplace opposite crackled slightly.
On the walls to the left and right of the room, various types of armor and swords were displayed: Mycenaean bronze armor, Greek heavy infantry bronze armor, Roman guard armor, Italian plate armor, Turkish chain mail, Gothic armor, Renaissance plate armor...
As a moderate military otaku, Joseph Stalin had only seen pictures of them in books and on the internet before, but now he was drawn to them when he saw the real thing.
"Very charming, isn't it?" Just as Joseph Stalin was watching with great interest, a voice was heard behind him.
Turning around, Joseph Stalin saw a panda wearing a floral Hawaiian shirt, gray beach pants, flip-flops, and several massive gold necklaces around his neck. His hair was dyed all over, and overall, his overall appearance was that of a gangster.
"I'm the master of this place, The Great Silly Boy. You're very lucky. I chose you because I want to test you. By the way, you can call me: Silly.exe." The panda said one more sentence without waiting for Joseph Stalin to speak and lit a Havana cigar brought from Cuba. He wore several huge gold rings on his fingers.
"Silly.exe?" Joseph Stalin muttered with a grimace. Isn't that the name of his Cheat Engine trumpet?
"I refuse to time travel!" Joseph Stalin replied without hesitation. As a veteran internet addict who has been playing video games for twenty years and reading online novels for over a decade, having read "Knight's War", "Mercenary Legend", "Beast Blood Boiling", "Dark Elf Trilogy", "Dragonlance" and even the most epic and grandiose "Ice and Fire: The Mongol Invasion" of the solar system since the beginning of time, I wouldn't ask such childish and idiotic questions like: "Are you an alien, you idiot?" "Abducted?" "Are you making a movie?"
Sally.exe asked with great interest upon hearing Joseph Stalin's refusal: "Don't you often imagine what you would do if you traveled back in time, and don't you think you would definitely do better than the protagonists in those novels? Now that you have the chance, don't you want to do it?"
"Those are just empty words. We all have unrealistic dreams. When time travel happens, no one of normal intelligence would be willing to give up everything: parents, friends, family, emotions, identity, status. That's really difficult."
Sally.exe looked at Joseph Stalin seriously and then gave a gentle smile. "In fact, silly boy, you only have two options: 1: accept! 2: accept gladly!"
"What a ruthless son of a bitch!!!" Joseph Stalin thought.
Sally.exe exhaled a few puffs of smoke. "In short, this is a mission. I'm giving you a Mount and Blade system and asking you to conquer a world, a real world. Once you do, you can return home! There are rewards for returning home."
"You'll get hurt and die! You'll encounter various situations. If you die, there will be no resurrection in the main god space or anything like that. Failure or death will be just as it is..." Sally.exe walked in front of him wearing a suit of armor and gently patted it. He saw the iron armor corrode and disappear at high speed, turning into dust!
"..." Joseph Stalin gulped at this.
Why choose me? Look, I'm just a young man, 1.78 meters tall, 80 kilos, almost obese, almost greasy, and with a hideous appearance! I have poor morals, no extra money at home, and I spend 70% of my life in my room like a nerd. I'm a complete coward!" And I don't know how to make wine, smelt steel, or make perfume—I don't know anything. So why?
Sally.exe took a half-handed German sword, made a few slashes, and passed it across Joseph Stalin's forehead, stopping less than a few inches away.
Joseph Stalin even felt a draft on his forehead, and then a broken hair fell onto his nose. Joseph Stalin shuddered and began to sweat from nervousness.
"It's incredible! I suddenly feel full of strength! No difficulty can stop me! My blood boils! It's a miracle! This feeling is like Moses parting the Red Sea. Please grant me this test. I've wanted to travel back in time for a long time. Thank you for this opportunity!" Joseph Stalin replied righteously.
"I'm glad you accepted the task." Sally.exe looked at Joseph Stalin seriously and snapped her fingers. The scene began to transform into Joseph Stalin's room. The entire room seemed to be under a spell that stopped time: Joseph Stalin standing, smoke rising from the cigarette in his hand, and a fly hovering in front of the computer screen, all frozen in time, motionless.
You can rest assured. Your body is still biologically alive. Time in your world has almost stopped flowing. No matter how much time you spend in the other world—ten, twenty, or a hundred years—your world is an eternal instant. You can return to your world at any time to continue your life, or if you want, you can stay there.
"Okay." Joseph looked at himself in front of the computer with a strange expression, his face confused and thoughtful.
"Can you give me some gift packaging before I travel back in time?" Joseph Stalin asked cautiously.
"What do you want?"
"Become a Viltrumite!"
"Don't even think about it!" Sally.exe immediately shook her head.
"xx stamina! xx attack power!" Joseph Stalin said with a shy smile.
"IMPOSSIBLE." Sally.exe's face darkened.
"'Industrial Fundamentals,' 'Physician's Manual,' 1980 edition of 'One Hundred Thousand Whys,' 1970 edition of 'Militia Training Manual,' 'Farmland Water Conservation Practices,' People's Education Press edition of 'Young Intellectuals' Self-Study Series,' 'Primitive Steelmaking,' 'Crude Ammonia Water,' 'Declaration xxx,' 'What to Do,' and oh, there's also 'Juvenile Agricultural Science Experiments.'" Joseph Stalin's eyes almost glittered at the mention of these works.
"No! Are you planning a rebellion?" Sally.exe gritted his teeth.
"You want someone to time travel when you have nothing? How stupid!" Joseph Stalin muttered, narrowing his eyes.
"I'll keep the character data you modified with Cheat Engine and give you some surprise gifts."
"However, you still need to study how to use the system yourself. I won't tell you," Sally.exe added.
"What does the system look like? What world will it take us to? What should we do at first? Is there a reward?" Joseph asked, genuinely curious.
"Study on your own, you stupid boy who knows nothing!"
""
"Okay, how do I travel through time?"
A circle emitting a faint blue light appeared on the ground. Joseph hesitated for a moment and suddenly jumped into the circle. However, it didn't disappear as he had imagined. The circle was like a slow, quicksand trap that swallowed Joseph's body little by little.
Two minutes later, the water "flooded" to the instep.
Ten minutes later, the water reached his knees.
Twenty minutes later, the water reached his waist.
"Why is it so slow? This time..." Joseph turned around and wanted to say something.
I saw Sally.exe smoking a cigarette, wearing headphones, and rapping, paying no attention to me.
Seeing this, Joseph sighed bitterly and stopped talking.
Fifty minutes later, Joseph, whose mouth was finally about to fill with water, shouted at the top of his lungs, "I have one last request!"
"You say." "Yes," Sally.exe replied.
My Battle.net account is xxxxxx and my password is xxxxx. Please recharge my World of Warcraft account for two years.
"IMPOSSIBLE!"
"Why do I feel like I'm just toilet paper and you'll throw me away after using it?" Joseph thought bitterly. This guy was just too mean.
The next moment everything went dark, and a murmur echoed in my mind.
You can be a soldier of Christ and defend the Holy Land.
You too can become a warrior of Allah, a lion of the Arab world.
Ride a horse through Europe and Asia, sail the four seas, in the global tide of the 12th century, in this world of swords and shields, write your own heroic legend with a brush and ink!
In the 12th century, the storm arose, drums were beaten to assemble the greatest generals in history, and the troops were called.
After this, absolute silence fell. Joseph Stalin let himself be carried away and waited for the crossing.