After spending all night playing single-player games, Zhang Ming felt refreshed, his gaming cravings thoroughly satisfied.
Perhaps because his hands and feet were so nimble now, games like Red Alert and Warcraft felt incredibly easy. He never fumbled his controls anymore, and he was utterly hooked on the pleasure of crushing the computer on the hardest difficulty.
He wasn't really playing for fun... after all, he'd already played them to death in high school and college.
Rather, it was... a way to reminisce about the Civilization Era.
Apparently, middle-aged people liked playing Legend, a numbers-driven game where all you did was hack, hack, hack. It looked boring and rather baffling.
But what they were playing wasn't really a game. It was their lost youth...
"Youth is always worth remembering!"
Having sat on a stool all night, Zhang Ming got up and cheerfully performed a Lightning Five-Strike Whip routine.
Purple lightning blazed across the sailboat, frightening the dog into darting straight into the alternate space.
Clearly, though, Zhang Ming's lightning control had improved tenfold. Even swinging his lightning whip wildly, he didn't damage a single thing aboard.
"All right, friends, today's our last day here."
"If there's anything you need, go find it on the freighter. Then we'll say goodbye and head off on a new journey."
His three little companions hurried aboard the freighter.
Brother Hao searched for ages before carefully carrying back a blanket in his mouth. Perhaps he missed his former owner, who had passed away.
That blanket was the last thing his former owner had left him.
As a dog with a story, he wanted to keep those memories in his heart forever...
"Awoooo~~" The dog let out a mournful howl.
Meanwhile, Little White had a metal compass balanced on his shell. He had found some human