1 Chapter 1: The “Divine Land” Terminal

"Waste collection... Waste collection..."

Under the setting sun, on the street basked in the afterglow of dusk, a handsome young man was riding a creaking, shabby tricycle along the streets and alleys, yelling constantly.

"Xiao Ming, here..." A lady with curly hair heard the voice and waved at the young man, holding a bag of bottles.

"Alrighty!" The young man was overjoyed and strenuously rode towards her on the creaking tricycle.

"Auntie Li, plastic bottles are one cent each; 32 bottles would be three yuan and twenty cents. An oil drum is two yuan, so it's a total of five yuan and twenty cents."

While talking, the young man took out a crumpled five-yuan note and two ten-cent coins from a heavily mended pouch and handed them to the curly-haired lady.

"Just five yuan." The curly-haired lady was also very generous, and charged only five yuan.

"Thank you."

The young man bowed and thanked her, collected the two ten-cent coins, then waved goodbye and rode away on the tricycle.

The young man's name was Jiang Ming. He was 25 years old this year with an education level of grade school. As for his profession... to be euphemistic, he could be called an 'urban waste recycling personnel'. To be more direct, however, he was a 'rubbish collector'.

Jiang Ming glanced down at the two ten-cent coins in his hand, and let out a self-mocking laugh. "In the past, I wouldn't even bow down my head when there was a dollar coin on the ground. But now, I have to swallow my pride for a mere twenty cents. Such is life."

He was originally a professional gamer. At the age of fifteen, he started going to the Internet café and played many games such as WOW, Red Alert, CS, Crossfire and Glory, making considerable achievements in each of them.

In order to play at competitions, he often stayed up late eating instant noodles. At the age of sixteen, he became famous in school. At seventeen, he won the championship in the final season of the League of Legends, and was invited to enter the Yama Guild which ranked tenth in Hualong Country.

In just five years, he led the members of the Yama Guild to stand on the top of the entire Hualong Nation.

Twenty-three years old...

Jiang Ming shook his head. He placed the twenty cents back into his pocket, then took out a pack of cheap cigarettes and lit up one. While puffing out smoke and humming a little song, he pedaled the tricycle, and continued to shuttle through the streets.

What's the use of heaven and earth? They can't be used as bed and quilt. What's the use of wind and moon? They can't be used as food and drink.

What's the use of dust? It encompasses everything in the world. What's the use of change? The laws of nature will form and exist by themselves.

What's the use of facing the wall? I can't see the surging river. What's the use of reprimanding with a stick? Only a big bump on the head will form.

What's the use of me being born? I can't laugh as I wish. What's the use of killing me? My unabated arrogance remains.

No matter where we come from, we all live in the same world, so let's sing together with joy and travel to all corners of the world.

If you can't find what you want after treading thousands of miles, how about meeting with me and smiling at each other?

Wearing straw sandals and bamboo hats, walking for a thousand years, crossing the boundaries of time and space, I came here for a tour.

Walking with the sound of singing, I forget everything in the world, and I also forget myself.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Free and easy... I don't care about god!

　　...

This song came from a book by the famous writer Jin Hezai. Although it was an old song and many years had passed, Jiang Ming had a special love for this song.

He especially yearned for the kind of unconstrained, free and easy life.

But now, although he was indeed free, he was not unfettered. In this society, without money, one will starve to death. He was still bound by money, so he was not really unconstrained.

In fact, there were reasons why he chose to collect waste. The first was that the job was more free, although he would suffer looks of disdain when he shuttled in the streets and alleys. The second was that his hands were no longer able to exert strength, even holding the mouse for a short while would cause pain. No company was willing to accept him at all.

But for this job, he only needed to use a wheeled equipment to do the job, and he did not have to use a lot of strength.

"Sigh... business is so bad today."

Seeing that it was getting dark, he looked back at the 'cargo' on the tricycle and shook his head helplessly, lighting up another cigarette.

After riding around for a while more, the business was still bleak, and he had no choice but to sell the 'cargo' on the tricycle. Listening to the 'melodious' creaking sound of the tricycle, and eating two steamed buns bought for one dollar, he pedalled towards the slum area.

　　...

A helicopter was flying in the sky above H City. For some reason, it suddenly exploded and fell towards an empty area in the H City.

At the same time, in a closed conference room in H City, a middle-aged man in a suit hung up the phone he held in his hand, and said coldly to the eight people in the room, "They were attacked and the helicopter exploded. Send someone over immediately and do all you can to search for the potion. All the researchers have disappeared and the development method is incomplete. You must know that there's only one tube of this potion in the entire world, so you must find it for me."

"Yes."

The eight people nodded, and hurriedly left the conference room. They then started calling and shouting over the phone.

One of the younger men yelled at the phone, "What?! My 'Divine Land' Supreme Account Ornament is on the helicopter? You bastards, the 'Divine Land' server will be opening tonight. Hurry up and get another one for me, and do whatever you can to search for the medicine in the picture I sent you..."

　　...

" What's the use of heaven and earth? They can't be used as bed... Holy crap, who set off the fireworks? No, it seems like an airplane exploded. F*ck, why is it falling towards me..."

As Jiang Ming was riding along the empty street while humming a song, sounds of explosions suddenly started in the sky, emitting bursts of flames. He originally thought it was someone setting off the fireworks, but when a burning cabin smashed toward him, he couldn't help but curse, preparing to leave the place on his tricycle.

"Crack..."

What made him depressed was that, right as he started pedaling, the tricycle chain broke because he had used too much force.

"Shit, dropping the ball at such a critical time." Seeing that the burning cabin was getting closer to him, he tried to push the tricycle a few times, but because his hands couldn't exert too much force, he couldn't push it far. He had no choice but to abandon the tricycle and run away quickly.

"Boom..."

The moment he escaped, the burning cabin smashed directly on his tricycle, making a thunderous noise.

Although Jiang Ming was already far away from there, he was still blasted two or three meters away by the aftermath of the explosion.

"Ouch, what pierced me?"

Jiang Ming, who fell to the ground, suddenly felt a prick on his neck. He screamed in pain and hurriedly grabbed towards the back of his neck.

"Huh? A needle? How come there's an injection needle on a helicopter? Is it a medical plane?"

Jiang Ming pulled out the thing stuck on the back of his neck. It turned out to be a small glass needle. Within the needle, there remained some blood-red liquid.

But he had no mind to care about the needle now. He carelessly threw the glass needle stained with his blood into the sewer beside the road, then turned around and ran towards his tricycle.

The tricycle was what he used to earn money. He had bought it for a hundred yuan. If it were gone, he would be anguished.

Since his thoughts were all on the tricycle, he didn't know that the glass needle he threw away directly hit the head of a black stray cat that was eating a mouse with relish, knocking it out. The red liquid in the glass needle which mixed with his blood was injected into the cat's body.

"F*ck your mother, my tricycle..."

Coming to the side of the dilapidated helicopter that was still burning, and seeing the squashed tricycle, Jiang Ming almost cried with distress.

"Boom..."

Just as he was feeling heartbroken over his tricycle that had accompanied him for three years, there was suddenly a loud boom coming from the cabin, and he backed away quickly in shock.

Immediately after, he saw a corpse tumble from the back seat, and a delicate silver box rolled out from the collar of his clothes, just happening to stop not far away beside Jiang Ming.

"This is... silver!"

Jiang Ming saw the exquisite silver box, and his eyes glowed with passion, quickly picking it up.

The silver box was palm-sized and was made entirely of pure silver. Since even the container was made of pure silver, the contents must be more expensive. Jiang Ming's face flushed and he opened the silver box with excitement.

After the silver box was opened, there was a crystal pendant watch residing inside. The moment he saw the crystal pendant watch, his breath began to rush, and his agitated mood made his body tremble. He uttered incredulously, "It's the 'Divine Land' terminal that Tenglong Company developed for over ten years... And it's one of the only three crystal pendant watch terminals in Hualong Country. Am I dreaming..."

"Boom boom..."

At this moment, several small explosions pulled him from his excitement back to reality.

He glanced at the tricycle and the burning cabin as well as the dead man in black, and muttered under his breath, "These people must have extraordinary identities. The plane crash will soon attract rescuers to come over. I must leave as soon as possible to avoid being involved... "

Now that he had the silver box and the 'Divine Land' terminal, he didn't care about the tricycle anymore.

"Boom..."

Not long after he left, the broken cabin created another violent explosion, and dozens of aircraft propellers were heard in the dark sky...

[T/N: The song comes from the novel named 'Wukong Biography' by Jin Hezai. It's about Wukong who defied the gods because he was unwilling to bow down to his own destiny.]