I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

After arriving in Iceland, the administration stationed here thoughtfully prepared a three-day trip around the island for Ful before officially heading to the border.

Overall, the scenery is really great.

He saw the Badabunga volcano and the collision and blending of glaciers and lava.

I have seen the geysers gush out, and experienced the peaceful moments of the aurora at night.

The towns with negative numbers are also unique. Of course, if we exclude the fact that the town's name is [Vic Town], which gives him a little... well, a strange illusion, the three-day trip can be said to be full and fulfilling.

But compared to what was about to come, a trip to the border.

Those unique wonders of Iceland no longer seem important.

Before I knew it, I had been traveling for a month and a half, and it was already almost late August.

Regarding my application, my aunt also passed on the admission information to me.

There weren't many surprises. Maybe it was because I filled out the application form relatively safely and was admitted to my first choice university with my first major in a standard manner.

The notice has also been sent to my home.

Registration time is late September.

At the extreme end, I still have about a month to think about it.

Which one should I choose?

Is it an ordinary university, or should I go to Prometheus Frontier University?

This is the first time during this trip that Fule has seriously thought about this matter.

During the previous period, how should I put it, maybe it was the fatigue of hiking, maybe the excitement of just starting the journey, and being involved in all kinds of strange events. I always seemed to be running away from something and was unwilling to go. Think about this.

But now, with the kind arrangements of Leo and Elena, I really experienced the feeling of leisure travel for a period of time, and I couldn't help but start thinking about this.

"I always feel like... my trip has not yet come to an end... where will it be?"

In terms of journey alone, Fule has come a long way. From China to the Middle East, to the Mediterranean and England, and now to Northern Europe. But when it comes to where else to go, there are many options.

North America, South America, Africa, or turning to Russia seem to be good choices.

Then where will you go after sending this letter?

Still haven't decided yet.

It's like I can't decide which university to go to.

"So I said I hate doing multiple-choice questions..."

When it comes to choice, we can't help but think back to the original enemy.

To this day, he still cannot fully understand the full intention of that artificial intelligence.

Although he didn't feel that he could understand the other party.

It's just that once people start thinking wildly, they can't stop.

"Forget it, don't want to..."

Fu'er turned over and buried his face in the quilt.

Go to bed early, we will head to the border tomorrow morning.

........................

"Good morning, Mr. Ful, did you have a good rest last night?"

"It's not bad. Please make thoughtful arrangements."

In the morning, Fule met the operator responsible for picking him up at the door of the hotel.

"No matter what, Mr. Leonardo has told us many times to take good care of you. Now that we have rested, let's go directly to the border."

The operator thoughtfully opened the car door for Ful.

In the car, Fu'er looked at the scenery along the way and then asked.

"How do we get to that border? Is there a special border gate?"

"Ah no, the gate at the border of the Fourth Fortress has been completely connected to the border gathering teleportation port. We only need to go to the expedition team headquarters in Iceland to borrow the teleportation gate. As for the original border gate, it has long been blocked Woke up."

"Sounds very convenient."

"Of course, after all, compared to the original world, sometimes the transfer of materials between borders is more strategically important."

About 2 hours later, they arrived at the expedition headquarters in Reykjavik.

After briefly verifying his identity, Fu'er was guided to the teleportation room.

"Are you ready? Mr. Ful?"

Outside the surveillance glass of the transmission room, the staff of the expedition team confirmed to Ful.

"Well... OK, I'm ready."

After looking around and making sure that he hadn't forgotten anything, Fu'er nodded.

"Well, enjoy your trip to the border."

The next moment, the beam of light broke through the sky.

………………

The feeling of going to the border for the second time was indeed much better than the first time.

There was no sense of dizziness or spatial dislocation. I just felt a white light flashing in front of my eyes, and then the texture of the air changed slightly. When Fuer came back to his senses, he had already arrived at another teleportation room.

"Transmission completed, identity verification completed. Welcome to the border of the Fourth Fortress, Mr. Ful."

A slightly hoarse voice came from the radio hanging on the wall.

"Please wait a moment, your temporary pass is being generated. Please take a break and wait for the staff to send you the pass."

After a while, a soldier walked into the room holding a brand new card.

"Hello, Mr. Ful, my name is Hemingway and I am the communications officer here. I will guide you during this period of time to prevent you from entering any controlled area. Is it understandable?"

"of course can."

"Thank you, then this is your pass. With this, you can travel unimpeded in most areas. But on the other hand, it will be difficult to move without a pass, so please keep the certificate. The certificate is only valid for three days. If you return it after three days, If you are here, you need to apply for a new temporary pass."

"I understand."

After receiving the card from the other party, Fu'er hung it around his neck.

"So, do you want to go to the rest room first? Or go directly to see the General?"

Hemingway asked.

"Well... let's go see the General first. After all, I'm not very tired yet."

"Okay, then I will arrange for someone to take your luggage to your room. By the way, Mr. Leo mentioned that you have a conscious numbered container in your hand, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong? Do you want to be put under control?"

Fuer turned around and looked at his backpack.

"No, we believe in the containment decision of the containment committee, but please don't let the other party move around without you in the base to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

"Ok, I see."

Fu'er nodded and patted his backpack.

"Slate Man, come out and say something back."

"I understand, I understand."

Then the figure of the slate man appeared and nodded towards Hemingway.

"I won't do it alone."

"Thank you for your understanding, then please come with me."