The Timeline I Crossed Into Is Wrong! (Please Give Recommendation Tickets)

In the blink of an eye, five years had already passed.

In the maple forest outside Maple Leaf Village, on a massive boulder overgrown with Blue Silver Grass, a handsome boy in short sleeves and shorts gazed calmly into the distance. The scenery before him was beautiful, but he had no mind to appreciate it. There were too many things on his mind.

His name was Qin Ze.

After crossing over, he originally had no idea what kind of world he had come to.

Until, at that year's wedding feast, the village chief named Ke Lan summoned a cabbage right in front of him, along with a white ring.

Qin Ze had been stunned on the spot. Wasn't this the world of the Douluo Continent?

The only thing Qin Ze had not expected was that the timeline he had crossed into seemed a little strange. He had originally thought he had arrived in Tang San's timeline, but it turned out that was not the case. Later, he had asked Ke Lan about things like Shrek Academy.

The answer he received was simple: Shrek, the number one Soul Master Academy on the Douluo Continent, the holy land in the hearts of all soul masters.

Hearing that, well, Tang San had long since gone to the divine realm.

"I wonder exactly when the timeline I'm in is." Qin Ze muttered to himself. He already knew of the Sun Moon Empire's existence, but he was not sure whether he was in the same timeline as Huo Yuhao. If he was, then he could seize many opportunities when the time came. If not, then things would be difficult.

As he thought about it, a trace of gloom appeared in Qin Ze's eyes. "Grandma's health is getting worse by the day. Unfortunately, my strength is too low. I can't find any good heavenly treasures at all."

Five years had passed, and Zhu Xiyan, who had taken Qin Ze in, was growing increasingly frail. Qin Ze saw it all and was anxious inside.

Smack, smack!

Patting the dust from his legs, Qin Ze hopped down from the boulder in a few steps. Though he had not awakened his martial soul yet, his physical constitution was excellent.

As for what martial soul he would awaken, he would have to wait another year to know. Qin Ze was not in a hurry either. Good or bad, it did not matter. Right now, he only wanted to obtain heavenly treasures to nourish his grandmother's body.

He had been an orphan for eighteen years in his previous life. In this life, he had family, and he cherished them deeply.

Whoosh!

After jumping down from the boulder, Qin Ze casually picked up a small bucket placed below it. Inside were several pale green little fish. These fish had very high nutritional value, and he planned to make fish soup for his grandmother.

Walking into the picturesque maple forest, Qin Ze ran toward the village. A constant breeze brushed past him, stirring the corners of his clothes.

Maple Leaf Village. Ever since those seven children awakened their martial souls five years ago, every year afterward, all children who reached the appropriate age possessed Innate Soul Power. Even though their ranks were not high, this still made Maple Leaf Village instantly explode in fame, leaving all the surrounding villages envious.

By today, among the first batch of seven children, three had already successfully become soul masters and obtained soul rings. Though they were the lowest-level ten-year soul rings, they were still soul rings. This meant that aside from Ke Lan, Maple Leaf Village finally had successors.

"Yo, A Ze is back!"

When Qin Ze returned to the village entrance, several women washing clothes by the river called out to him.

"Hello, Auntie Chen. Goodbye, Auntie Chen." Qin Ze replied with a smile, then slipped away, not lingering for even a moment.

The woman called Auntie Chen froze for a moment. She turned to look at her sisters and asked, "Do I look that scary? Why does this kid look like he's seen a ghost every time he sees me?"

"What do you think? When A Ze was little, you loved pinching his cheeks. Of course he's afraid of you."

"Haha, you really scared him back then."

"Who told that kid to be even cuter than a little girl? I couldn't help pinching him a few extra times." Auntie Chen said, somewhat embarrassed.

"That's true. A Ze is fairer and more tender than my own daughter. Who knows how many girls he'll charm when he grows up."

"Hahahaha!"

As they washed clothes, the group chatted about gossip, which helped dispel their fatigue.

Inside the village, Qin Ze's forehead was covered in black lines. When he was still an infant, because he was too cute, who knew how many people liked pinching the soft flesh on his face and bottom? It was simply an indescribably painful memory.

The roads in Maple Leaf Village were quite flat. Running step by step, he first passed the square, went by the Wooden House, turned two corners, crossed a flight of steps, and finally, Qin Ze saw a house.

The house was not large, but it was very warm. Outside the storeroom on the right was a stone mill that could be used to grind soy milk, while on the left side of the house grew a Ginkgo Tree with several hundred years of history.

The leaves on the Ginkgo Tree had already turned golden yellow. One leaf after another had fallen to the ground, forming a golden carpet.

Stepping lightly on them produced crisp crackling sounds.

"Grandma, I'm back." Before he even entered the house, Qin Ze's shout had already reached inside.

However, before Qin Ze could enter, he saw a woman with a grave expression walk out.

At the sight, Qin Ze's heart lurched.

"Aunt Lin, what happened to Grandma?"

Lin Cuicui glanced at Qin Ze but did not explain. She only said, "Come in."

Hearing this, Qin Ze quickly walked toward his grandmother's room.

As soon as he entered, he saw several people inside.

Among them were Village Chief Ke Lan, Uncle Zheng Long, and Uncle Zheng Hu. Besides them, there was also a physician.

Zhu Xiyan, however, lay on the bed with her eyes tightly closed. Her expression was peaceful, but her breathing was very weak.

Seeing this, Qin Ze's lips trembled a few times, but he could not speak. When he left home at noon, Grandma had still been perfectly fine.

Ke Lan turned back and glanced at Qin Ze, gave him a look, then left the room.

Qin Ze looked at his grandmother with hollow eyes, then followed him out.

In the living room, Ke Lan's face was grave. He looked at the somewhat dazed Qin Ze and said, "Do you know? Five years ago, your grandmother's body had already reached its limit. But for some reason, her body suddenly got better again, until today."

Qin Ze's eyelids lifted slightly. Five years ago—wasn't that exactly when he had been found?

"Sigh. Your grandmother's physical condition is getting worse and worse now. According to the physician, she has at most one month left." Ke Lan gave a heavy sigh, his tone solemn.

"What exactly is wrong with Grandma?" Qin Ze forced himself to calm down and asked.

Ke Lan said, "There's nothing wrong. It's just the normal fading of vitality."

Hearing this, Qin Ze froze.

He had always thought Grandma had some serious illness, but the result he learned was this.

Ke Lan glanced at him and said, "Spend this final period of time properly with your grandmother. Speaking of which, if she hadn't picked you up back then, she would have gone with her husband and son long ago. These five years, I think she was very happy too."

After saying that, Ke Lan returned to the room.

Qin Ze did not reply. He just stood there blankly.

For some reason, he suddenly lowered his head and looked at the bucket of fresh fish. Inside, the fish that had originally been lively were now half-dead.