Deja Vu

In West Port of the second island chain of Kame Country, Feng Xue, carrying a camera, Guitar Case, and Reporter ID pinned to her chest, stood among a group of similarly dressed people in a camouflage plaid shirt, watching the cargo ship slowly approaching.

The ticket inspectors at the pier had already started checking tickets, but their expressions weren't good; they even looked at her like she was an idiot. Feng Xue grinned at this, but a friendly colleague leaned over and said:

"Dude, you look unfamiliar. Judging from your appearance, did you come here voluntarily?"

"Yes, I've wanted to do this since I was little." A naive, innocent look, typical of college students, appeared on Feng Xue's face. Seeing this, the overly friendly young man immediately stopped smiling and instead warned her in a serious tone:

"Have you taken all the relevant courses? Have you passed the relevant professional assessments? Have you completed the combat evaluation?"

"Oh, this..."

Feng Xue was taken aback by the young man's sudden change of expression. Seeing this, the young man frowned and said:

"Even in extreme sports, you have to be fully prepared and train for a long time. But our line of work is even more deadly than extreme sports. If you don't want to lose your life on the battlefield, you'd better go back and complete the full set of combat training before you come back."

"Ah, you mean this? I just didn't realize it. Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm an ace-level pilot!"

Feng Xue wore a smug expression, but the young man was somewhat skeptical:

"How old are you? An Ace Pilot? That's not just about piloting skills, it's also about the Number of Aerial Victories!"

"Hehe, I actually have that!" Feng Xue grinned, revealing a confident smile. Back when he Havoc in Heaven, the Number of Aerial Victories was in the tens of thousands!

Seeing that Feng Xue's confidence seemed genuine, the young man didn't try to persuade him further. He just gave Feng Xue a meaningful look at the Guitar Case on his back, then shook his head and said, "Although Guitar Case and violin cases are more traditional, it's better to bring a gun holster next time. After all, once you get there, this kind of disguise is meaningless, and a gun holster is more comfortable to carry."

"I know, I'm just used to carrying this thing." Feng Xue didn't refuse the young man's kindness and casually put a shield on him. Although it couldn't withstand direct artillery fire, it should be enough to stop a few stray bullets.

The two casually discussed details to be aware of on the battlefield. The cargo ship finally docked at the pier, and containers were loaded onto the ship. At the boatman's signal, the war correspondents quickly boarded the ship.

The group followed the aisle to a narrow corner of the cargo hold. As the hatch closed, everyone fell silent almost simultaneously.

Instantly, the entire cabin fell silent; even the sound of breathing was suppressed.

Feng Xue's gaze swept over the reporters in the cabin, noticing their varied expressions. Some looked numb and calm, others exuded a sense of vicissitude, and still others were trembling, seemingly having no intention of coming at all.

Remembering the young man's earlier statement that he had "come voluntarily," Feng Xue couldn't help but grin. War correspondents, there are those who come against their will?

However, seeing that everyone was keeping quiet, he did not break the silence. He leaned against the wall quietly. Suddenly, a strong jolt came, followed by violent shaking.

"Shh!" Feng Xue immediately tried to stand up, but the young man beside her quickly stopped her and gestured for her to be quiet.

Feng Xue was someone who listened to advice. The moment the young man reached out, she realized what was happening. While quietly feeling the vibrations in the warehouse, she prepared to call for help from the world.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, the entire cargo hold shook violently. Several reporters immediately stood up and went to the cargo door, kicking it open. Feng Xue then discovered that the cargo hold had detached from the ship and was now stuck in a reef.

"We've arrived." The young man looked out the doorway to make sure no one was around before speaking to Feng Xue:

"Now cargo ships don't go near the Third Island Chain. They basically find the current, throw the cargo hold into the sea, and let it drift over. We were lucky this time. If a patrol boat had picked it up and brought it to the base, how much equipment we would have left would have depended on luck."

At this point, the young man also came to the cargo hold door, took out a small instrument to determine the location, and said:

"It's alright. This should be the rocky beach on the south coast of Pachira Island, which is a relatively safe area. My target this time is more dangerous, so I won't be joining you. May the God of Reporters bless you."

Watching the young man's carefree departure, Feng Xue also stepped out of the cargo hold. She saw the young man stride across the sea with steps resembling those of Cloud-Treading Steps. Although she already had a good understanding of the art style of this world, Feng Xue still couldn't help but twitch her lips.

After thinking for a moment, he decided not to unleash his ultimate move immediately. Instead, he used the Ascending Profound Settled View Steps and raced towards the northwest.

Feng Xue's target was Roan Island, located in the Third Island Chain. It was a relatively large island, and according to the world network, it was almost the target of Kame Country's first capital relocation. However, as the war between Bailin Country and Ideal Country intensified, the entire Third Island Chain was included in the war zone, and the plan was abandoned.

According to online sources, the Ideal Country established a forward base after occupying this area, and Feng Xue's first stop was naturally here.

Roan Island is only twenty kilometers away from Pachira Island, where the cargo warehouse landed. Feng Xue arrived in just over two minutes. However, looking at her destination, Feng Xue felt as if she had come to the wrong place.

"Is this a frontline base? Are you sure it's not some Industrial City that's been developing for decades?" Looking at the steel forest-like urban area not far away, Feng Xue quickly approached, wrapped in a small blanket. Although various Patrol Mecha and helicopters flew by from time to time, this didn't look like a military base at all!

As Feng Xue infiltrated the city, his brows furrowed. This frontline base gave him a strong sense of déjà vu, reminiscent of Third New Tokyo City. The buildings had a distinctly Modular Design, and construction teams could be seen occasionally working around bomb craters, suggesting a recent attack. Besides soldiers, the streets were also filled with ordinary people in civilian clothes. While there were few entertainment facilities, restaurants, supermarkets, and other amenities were readily available. He even spotted a school.

"Tsk, I suddenly feel a strong sense of déjà vu. I have this feeling that an alarm is about to go off and an apostle will drift in from afar."

Feng Xue grinned, pondered the feasibility of filming the School Hell, and finally gave up on the idea. She simply completed the full transfer procedures for herself, instantly transforming into a high school student at the Affiliated High School of Luo'an Mechanical Engineering University.

As a transfer student, Feng Xue sat in the classroom. Looking out the window at the playground, she suddenly frowned and looked up at the sky, as if she had sensed something.

"They're here!"