Ugh--
The piercing air raid sirens blared across Ping City.
People scattered in panic and fled.
"A beast tide is approaching. Residents are urged not to panic, follow the instructions of Law Enforcement, and immediately proceed to the designated shelters..."
Even with reassurance broadcasts, people were still unable to shake off their fear.
"As expected, it's today."
Slacking on the Sidelines he looked at the panicked crowd on the street outside, his face gradually turned pale.
"What are you waiting for? Get to the shelter right now!"
The middle-aged man and several martial artists from his household, fully armed, prepared to head to the city walls to help defend against the beast tide.
As he paddled Slacking on the Sidelines, all he could hear was an unbearable cacophony of noise. He couldn't hear anything but the constant, piercing buzzing of a bee.
He vaguely felt someone shaking his shoulder.
But he was like a drowning man, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.
The sudden stress response under high tension caused the Slacking on the Sidelines freeze in place.
Snap--
The middle-aged man slapped him, and his senses, Slacking on the Sidelines, finally returned somewhat.
"Dad..."
The man said sternly, "To the shelter."
An Law Enforcement Team rushed over and presented a stamped document.
" The City Defense Bureau has ordered all Yan Family to proceed to Shelter No. 2 to assist in the defense."
The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
Being on the wall, guarding the refuge was an extremely safe job.
" The Yan Family has received the order."
The middle-aged man, pulling on the arm of the Slacking on the Sidelines, led the other martial artists toward Shelter No. 2.
His face, Slacking on the Sidelines than a corpse, was barely moving as he kept muttering, "It can't be held..."
An S-class alien beast suddenly appeared in the center of the city square that day.
The nearest Vault 2 was opened by it like a can of food.
"Don't be afraid, your uncle and I are outside."
The middle-aged man patted the shoulder of the Slacking on the Sidelines, and then the door slowly closed.
The shelter was so quiet you could hear everyone's heartbeats and breathing.
Everyone's faces were filled with fear and confusion.
After a long while, people gradually began to whisper among themselves.
He found a Slacking on the Sidelines to sit down and curled himself up into a ball.
His mind was filled with images of his family members dying tragically before his eyes.
For a moment, Slacking on the Sidelines felt like falling into an ice cave; his hands and feet were icy cold, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Hey, are you from Wuhan University or a high school student?"
"Judging from your blood and qi fluctuations, you're almost at level one, aren't you?"
"Hehehe! I recently broke through to the Level One Martial Artist."
A guy wearing a cartoon Cheetah mask approached.
His voice sounded like that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old, a high school student.
The impression Slacking on the Sidelines by this person was quite deep.
As he listened to the other person rambling on and on, he gradually relaxed, repeatedly telling himself that it was just Otherworld.
Cheetah Kid suddenly said, "By the way, are you a gifted ability user?"
Slacking on the Sidelines, hugging his knees. "Mmm."
Cheetah Kid's eyes lit up. "What abilities do you have?"
"I... run fast."
The other person slapped their thigh. "This mask would suit you better."
"Brother, you're really honest. You tell me such private things as your talent and abilities so casually."
"Alright then, I don't owe you any favors, but I'll tell you one of my secrets."
Slacking on the Sidelines and looked up, he vaguely remembered that the other person had said something similar in real life, but he had forgotten it.
The Cheetah Kid looked around, then leaned close to the Slacking on the Sidelines in his ear, "I'll let you in on a little secret, but I'm not actually from your world."
Slacking on the Sidelines frowned, thinking he'd been scared out of his wits by the beast tide.
Cheetah Kid shrugged. "Believe it or not, I'm telling the truth."
He sighed, resting his chin on his right hand. "I don't know if I can ever go back, or if everything right now is just a dream? But when will this dream end?"
Slacking on the Sidelines shook his head, trying to stay away from this lunatic.
Bang--
With a loud bang, the shelter shook violently, causing everyone to scream in terror.
Slacking on the Sidelines, his body began to tremble again, and the horrific images of his father and uncle being disemboweled by the strange beasts flashed through his mind.
He coughed and gagged incessantly, forgetting that he was in Otherworld and that he was originally Level Eight Martial Artist, curled up in a corner like a helpless stray dog.
Everything in my field of vision was gray and getting darker and darker, until my entire eyes were covered.
The Cheetah Kid beside him scoffed, "You're already this scared before you've even seen a beast. You're a disgrace to the martial artists of your world."
Bang--
Another loud bang, and the roof of the shelter was ripped off, revealing a giant octopus tentacle reaching inside.
With just a casual stir, dozens of people were turned into minced meat.
The Yan Family's martial artists and Law Enforcement immediately stepped forward to meet the enemy.
Before they could even get close to the main body, a massive swarm of small octopuses pounced on them.
The small octopuses were numerous and could even self-destruct, causing heavy casualties among the martial artists.
The middle-aged man coughed up blood and swam Slacking on the Sidelines of the shelter, shouting, "Run! Run!"
However, under stress Slacking on the Sidelines can no longer hear anything.
He didn't want to face it, and turned himself into a coward.
Dozens of baby octopuses rushed into the shelter and began to feast on a buffet.
The Cheetah Kid next to him punched away the little octopus that pounced on him, but his right fist was also covered in blood.
"There are too many. That giant octopus outside is at least S-rank."
As he spoke, he glanced back at the Slacking on the Sidelines and said, "Isn't your talent for running fast? Run faster!"
He kept shaking his Slacking on the Sidelines: "I... I can't escape..."
His legs felt like they were made of lead, and he couldn't take a single step.
Cheetah Kid cursed, "Are you suffering from rheumatism?"
"I really think you have some psychological issues. You should see a psychologist sometime."
More and more little octopuses discovered these two tempting spots and swarmed in from all directions.
Cheetah Kid adjusted his mask and stood in front of the Slacking on the Sidelines, saying, "Natives, watch closely! This is how warriors from another world unleash their power!"
Seeing the other person's skin growing increasingly red, Slacking on the Sidelines, "Are you going to self-destruct?"
The Cheetah Kid waved nonchalantly. "Perhaps this is how I wake up from my dream."
"Kid, from now on you'll be called 'Slacking on the Sidelines,' I think that name suits your talent and abilities perfectly."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Cheetah Kid opened his arms and pounced on the little octopus.
Boom--
The blood mist engulfed the little octopus, simultaneously illuminating the gloom in the eyes of the Slacking on the Sidelines.
First, a red dot lit up in the center of the field of vision, and then quickly spread outwards.
Slacking on the Sidelines slowly straightened up, looking at his father and uncle who were being suppressed by the swarm of octopuses, and muttered to himself, "Brother, you're right, I can only Slacking on the Sidelines."
"But this time, I don't want to slack off anymore."
The same energy rose from beneath his feet, transforming him from a young boy into Slacking on the Sidelines of reality.
At this moment, he finally overcame the hurdle in his heart that had lasted for more than a decade.
He ran away last time, but this time he chose to prove himself as a martial artist.
"Even the local natives have a thunderous rage!"
The giant octopus leaped from the Slacking on the Sidelines and surged outwards.
His vision cleared, and he looked at the middle-aged man not far away and whispered, "Dad, my abilities aren't just for escaping; they can also be used to charge!"
The Slacking on the Sidelines accelerated again, and the air surrounding it entered its body.
When it was only a step away from the giant octopus, it was suddenly engulfed by a dazzling white light.
The Otherworld has ended.