Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 151 - 142 I Come from the Future

Chapter 151: Chapter 142 I Come from the Future

"But the most dangerous place is also the safest, and the old woman wouldn’t particularly check the surrounding houses, right?"

Pan Hao listened, sweating profusely. Had he died here once before?

Well, as long as it wasn’t this current reincarnation, it didn’t matter.

"You saved me, what do you want me to do? How do we clear that... anchor?" He was a smart man, and the actions of this child before him were strange.

But it was unlikely that the child would go to such lengths to kill him.

"Record a voice message, and then use a loudspeaker to broadcast it, letting the entire village hear it."

Wang Hao was holding an old-fashioned tape recorder.

This thing still used cassette tapes, giving off an aura of antiquity.

Of course, that was in Wang Hao’s view, the "sense of an era."

In Pan Hao’s view, this piece of equipment was an upscale imported good from Hong Kong, something you couldn’t even buy if you wanted to!

"What recording?" Pan Hao asked subconsciously.

Wang Hao explained, "There’s a Subordinate Demon God in the village, I refer to it as ’It’."

"Once you discuss ’Its’ nature, call ’Its’ name, then ’It’ will truly appear, sweeping away all those informed. So I want to use this property to kill most of the peculiarities."

"You said there were two Subordinate Demon Gods, right?" Pan Hao shuddered.

The term "Demon God" was not very common in Great Xia Country.

In ancient times, it was usually described as "natural disaster" to represent the supernatural phenomena that humans could not resist.

Wang Hao shook his head: "There are indeed two Demon Gods, but I don’t know who pulled this little stunt off with ’It’, nor do I need to know."

Pan Hao asked again, "But if we record here, won’t ’It’ just kill us directly?"

Saving humanity and the like, this topic was too grand; he was only thinking about his own little life at the moment.

Wang Hao explained, "What are you afraid of, do you think I would send you to your death for nothing?"

"I’ll say one word, you say another, as long as the recorder hears us, are we communicating?"

"This isn’t communication, right?"

"If we break it down word by word, not even knowing what it ultimately means, right?"

"It seems... that is indeed the case."

"Hmm, how do you use this thing?"

After being taught how to use the recorder, Wang Hao sent the thirty-something-year-old man to the next room, telling him to cover his ears and not to hear any key words.

First, he let the tape run for about five minutes, then he spoke with feeling, "Dear listeners, good morning!"

"Today, I am going to tell you an interesting story. Once upon a time, there was a village, shrouded in an everlasting white fog, where there lived an unknown mystery, its..."

At this point, he snapped off the recording.

His heart beat faster, and he felt oddly nervous.

This bit of information was not enough to trigger ’Its’ attack.

But Wang Hao, staying in the real world, felt his palms sweating.

He knocked on Pan Hao’s door, "It’s your turn, record the word ’true’, the true in truth and falsehoods, don’t let me hear it. Let’s talk some irrelevant stuff now."

"Okay... young man, why do you want to save the world?"

"Of course, for the thrill of it, doesn’t saving the world give you a sense of achievement? I think you’ve been poisoned by capitalism, day in and day out thinking about money and women."

Old Wang closed the door.

After being scolded, Pan Hao touched his nose, pressed the record button, said a ’true’, then immediately pressed the stop button, handing the recorder back to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao uttered the word "reality" and handed back the recorder, then they exchanged a few more inconsequential words.

"True"

"Reality"

"Name"

"Title"

"So"

It was a back-and-forth exchange, one word each.

Not only did they say the true name of the "Blood Demon," but they also went through all the content related to the "Blood Demon."

Wang Hao felt a curious pleasure in having flayed this "little poor thing" named "Blood Demon," the key being that the "Blood Demon" didn’t even know it had been skinned.

It took a long time to finally finish recording.

Pan Hao had no idea what he was saying, as the logic was a mess, and half the content was missing.

Of course, he didn’t want to know what was being said.

Knowing would mean death, and he wasn’t a person whose curiosity was bursting to the point of self-sabotage.

"All right, we’re about finished."

"All set, this method is really... quite impressive, haha. So this ’natural disaster’ will kill its own subordinates because of its own rules? Is it that foolish?"

Wang Hao took the recorder, nodded with satisfaction: "Let’s not discuss who set these rules; it might be the result of a game between both parties. Maybe both are killing people."

"Moreover, they cannot go against their own rules. Just like if you swallowed poison, you’d know you swallowed poison."

"But your stomach would still digest what you’ve eaten, poisoning yourself to death; it’s an unchangeable rule."

"I think I understand now. So this is what a natural disaster is like," Pan Hao nodded thoughtfully.

Wang Hao said again, "Alright, now I want to try whether this recording really works or not. You go back to your room first, this battery should last for quite a while, right?"

Pan Hao was a bit surprised, "Didn’t you say that hearing this recording would lead to death..."

"What are you afraid of, I can resurrect infinitely. Hurry back to your room, of course, if you want to die together, that’s not a big problem either."

Old Pan quickly scrammed, covering his ears.

Normal people never look back at explosions!

It had to be admitted that in the 1980s, there was a significant gap between domestic and international standards, and most of the electronic products used by the expedition team were brought in from abroad, including the battery.

The battery was called a VRLA battery, formally known as "valve-regulated lead-acid battery," a square box weighing about twenty pounds, covered in English words, capable of supplying some power.

The next moment, Old Wang played the recording, which had a strange tone to it, a mixture of a child and a middle-aged man’s voice, oddly rhythmic like some ghostly chant.

"Its real name is... its special ability is... the events it triggered are..."

Soon, 12 seconds into recounting this sound, the white fog turned red.

The view distorted severely, and a blurry figure appeared at the entrance of the courtyard.

"Grandma."

She was here!

"Melon seed, come, let’s go home," Grandma rasped from her throat as if squeezing out the hoarse voice.

As expected, after hearing this recording, [it] would appear and kill the person who knew the information.

Wang Hao nodded in satisfaction, "It appeared very quickly."

The following moment, Old Wang reloaded again; the advantages of infinite resurrection were once again fully demonstrated.

The tape recorder had never been turned on; naturally, he remained clear-headed.

"Done!"

He was extremely excited, this was simply the super weapon of the village!

After the experiment, Wang Hao once again knocked on Pan Hao’s room door.

"That was fast?!" Pan Hao was shocked, wasn’t it only two seconds just now? How did it end so suddenly?

Holding the tape recorder, Wang Hao said with a smile, "No problem, I just tried it, died once, and then resurrected back to this timeline."

"Next, we need to hang this loudspeaker and tape recorder on the tallest building in the village and play this recording to the entire village, killing most of the creatures here."

Seeing him say "died once" and "then resurrected" casually, Pan Hao didn’t know what to say anymore and just quietly swallowed his saliva.

Can humans really have such abilities, unheard of!

Can humans be this powerful, is it really just a small child who is only 1.4 meters tall?

Is this possible?

Having been in the circle for a long time, he had also heard some strange tales, but whether domestic or international, the consensus was that human strength is limited. Even Saints who have successfully resisted natural disasters had their limits.

Humans often relied on their wisdom to deal with natural disasters.

Was this ability to jump back and forth on the timeline really attainable for humans?

There were two possibilities, the first being that the child was lying for some unknown reason, and he couldn’t really resurrect infinitely...

The second possibility was more terrifying—he wasn’t any ordinary human at all!

But rather...

As someone who was quite superstitious, thoughts of the Jade Emperor, The Buddha, and the like all sprung up.

"I must have smoke billowing from my ancestral grave to have encountered such a living Buddha! No more tomb raiding for me, damn it!"

Pan Hao managed to force a smile, "Little brother, what should we do when we hear this broadcast? You can resurrect infinitely, but I can’t! I’ll die."

Wang Hao said annoyedly, "Are you stupid? Just dig a deeper hole in the ground with a shovel for the two of us to crawl into, then cover it up with layers of stuff, so we don’t hear it, and that’s it?"

"You’re a tomb raider, digging should be a skill you’re familiar with, right? Just dig a bit deeper."

"Not familiar, not familiar at all!" Old Pan hastily replied.

"I’m not trying to kill you on purpose, I said I’d take you out alive and I’ll do it... you think I’m joking!"

Intimidating an adult as a mere ten-year-old, it’s not easy.

This Pan Hao was quite cooperative, at least believing most of it.

As for the lingering doubts in Pan Hao’s heart, Wang Hao didn’t care at all, as long as the other party cooperated obediently.

"Alright, I’ll start digging now!" Pan Hao picked up the Luoyang Shovel and began to dig into the ground.

The house they were currently in was clearly not a home of the wealthy, just with compacted dirt on the ground, topped with a bit of mixed clay but no tiles laid. These years, the mixed clay had already loosened.

A shovel would bring up a large clump of dirt.

Watching Pan Hao work so fervently, drenched in sweat, Wang Hao sat in the chair with his legs crossed, acting like the Supervisor.

Meanwhile, he chatted idly, reminding Old Pan not to get any ideas.

Actually, he was tempted to hit the "Time Acceleration" button, but out of respect for every friendly NPC, he continued to chat patiently.

"Where are you from, kid?" As Pan Hao dug, he cautiously asked.

"Me? I descend from the Heavenly God, not from your world. I... come from the future."

He really wasn’t from this world; he was the Fourth Calamity!

"The future?"

"Yes, in the future, property prices in big cities will skyrocket, the Soviet Union will dissolve. Oh, and the ’82 World Cup champion is the Italian team, you believe it or not?" Wang Hao idly teased him, "Who knows, if you bet on soccer, the future might just change."

"I don’t believe... not really, how could the Soviet Union, so powerful, possibly dissolve?!"