"Where is this？"
Xu Feng opened his eyes, and what came into view was a gray sky. Turning his head, he saw barrenness all around. What the hell, wasn't I... at school？
Could it be a dream？
But the real scene before him, and everything he saw and heard, all told the youth that he was wide awake. Yet this was too absurd—could it be that he... had also transmigrated？
As a college student, Xu Feng was like most young people nowadays, addicted to the internet. Besides games, web novels were also very popular. From those imaginative online novels, Xu Feng had learned the term "transmigration," but he never thought it would happen to him.
His mood... how to put it... was pretty complicated. The key point was that this transmigration really came at the worst possible time！
As everyone knows, college means adulthood. After finishing the grueling high school years, in college, besides studying and surfing the internet, falling in love is also an essential thing.
Xu Feng was handsome, and his mouth was pretty... silver-tongued. As the saying goes, "men who are a little bad are loved by women." At the university he attended, Xu Feng was also one of the famous campus heartthrobs. His luck with women went without saying, and his girlfriend was very beautiful—the belle of the School of Literature, and mind you, the School of Literature had the reputation of being a "cradle of beauties."
They had been dating for two months, and today was his girlfriend's birthday. Xu Feng had put in a lot of effort, designing a series of romantic scenes that made his girlfriend very happy. She, who had always been quite traditional, finally came with Xu Feng to a hotel. What would come next was going to be...
A very romantic and unforgettable night—but of all times, this was when... the transmigration appeared. Damn it, are you kidding me? Couldn't it have come a little later?
No fair lady by his side, nor a luxurious hotel room; Xu Feng lay in a dirt pit, extremely depressed—how could this happen？
How tragic! Pitiful that he was still a virgin, wanting a beautiful first time, only to end up like this.
The wind howled, but Xu Feng in the pit didn't want to move. Understandably, who could just laugh it off after something like this?
Time passed; hours went by without him realizing. Xu Feng struggled to stand—for one reason only: he was hungry. Depressed as he was, he didn't want to die. As the saying goes, 'a living dog is better than a dead lion.'
Finding something to eat was the top priority, but looking around, there was nothing but wasteland—dirt, rocks, nothing else.
'What the hell！' Xu Feng wanted to curse. In the novels he used to read, other protagonists either had money or beautiful women, but him... how did he end up in such a desolate place?
'I don't ask for that legendary kingly aura, but at least the place I appear in should have a city, or some people, right? Otherwise, how am I supposed to get by！'
Now, Xu Feng didn't even know what kind of world he had transmigrated into—a xianxia world, a magic world, or a high-tech mecha world？
With a sigh, there was no point thinking about this now. The key was to figure out a way to leave this godforsaken place.
Xu Feng didn't know that this spot was the decisive battlefield where the allied forces of Hailan Star were fighting alien battleships—where quadruple forbidden spells and antimatter weapons had broken the laws of balance, space collapsed, and a black hole devoured everything. He had been brought here from Earth; in other words, he was the only survivor, and the others were all sucked into the black hole—that's why it was so barren...
After a thorough search, Xu Feng slumped down in defeat. There was nothing, and his stomach was growling loudly. No way, was he going to become the first time-traveler in history to starve to death?
Luckily, Heaven never seals off all exits. Just as Xu Feng was at a loss, he suddenly felt his hand touch something. It wasn't dirt or rock. Startled, Xu Feng quickly started digging.
Though he had no tools, the soil here was very loose, so it didn't take much effort to pull the thing out. How to describe it... it was something like a sheepskin scroll, densely covered with countless symbols, or rather, characters.
“What is this?” Xu Feng asked, utterly dejected. Could it be a magic scroll? But even that guess didn't excite him. When a person is starving, a diamond is less tempting than a steamed bun.
He casually tried to toss the thing aside, but his hand accidentally got cut by a nearby rock. Blood dripped down onto the sheepskin scroll, which looked like a magic scroll.
Boom！
A dazzling golden light instantly enveloped Xu Feng. Countless golden symbols appeared on the ground, flowing like liquid mercury. Amid the blinding golden glow, magic elements began to dance around the young man, and then his figure slowly vanished...
Thud. The scroll fell to the ground. The strange symbols on it had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a faint aura of magic elements.
Everything fell silent. A few hours later, traces of life finally reappeared in this desolate place. Several breathtakingly beautiful women arrived. Their flowing robes couldn't hide their slender, graceful figures, and their exquisite features seemed like works of art. Unlike humans, they had pointy ears, which clearly indicated elven blood.
“Is this the site of the battlefield？”
“Yes, Your Holiness.” A green-haired elf maiden lowered her head and replied respectfully.
“How could this be? It's clearly a battlefield, hundreds of thousands of troops, yet they've vanished without a trace. Could this be a scheme of the humans or the beastmen?”
The other elves dared not respond. The Holy Maiden quickly shook her head： “But that's not right—their armies have vanished too. If it were a scheme, hiding so many troops would be impossible. Don't just stand there, everyone. Search around and see if there are any clues.”
“Yes！”
The elves began to search, but where the black hole had once appeared, nothing could remain. Disappointment showed on the elves' faces.
“Your Holiness, there's a scroll here.”
“Quick, bring it over.”
With her delicate small hand, the Holy Maiden held the scroll and studied it carefully. Judging from the residual magical elements on it, it had been used about three hours ago—around the time when the allied forces and the invaders had mysteriously disappeared.
“Could it be a survivor？” A hint of joy flashed across the Holy Maiden's stunning face. Unfortunately, from this discarded scroll, she couldn't tell where its teleportation destination was. But it didn't matter—bringing it back to the temple, the elders should have a way to decipher it.
Though there were no other findings, the Holy Maiden was already satisfied. As long as they found a survivor, they could learn what had happened. This was very important to the elves.
The invasion by the alien colonial army had caused heavy losses to all races. Now, the original balance of power on Hailan Star had been shattered. They urgently needed to know whether this mysterious disappearance of the allied forces was a scheme by humans or beastmen—it concerned where the elves would go from here.
“Return to the temple.”
“Yes.”
The elves bowed respectfully and summoned their mounts—a bird that looked very much like a crane, though larger in size. The scroll was kept in the personal custody of the Saintess herself. On her breathtakingly beautiful face, a hint of determination and resilience appeared： "No matter who the survivor is, or where they are, I will find them."