The Myriad Worlds Gu Zun

Zhou Ming walked in the fog.

All around him, it was white and silent. He could not see anything else, nor could he hear any other sound. Even his footsteps, breathing, and heartbeat were barely audible.

Where am I?

How did I get here?

What am I going to do?

Zhou Ming knew nothing.

He just walked aimlessly, wandering aimlessly in this vast land of white fog, not knowing where he was going or when he was going.

Until a voice suddenly sounded.

"Wake up, boy, get up quickly, it's time to work!"

Zhou Ming suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the hay.

He glanced around in a daze, and his mind gradually returned to normal consciousness. Zhou Ming could not help but sigh.

Is it that dream again?

I have been having that strange dream since I came here. It has been more than ten years now, and I am still not crazy. It is really a miracle.

Maybe it is because reality is more cruel.

No, it is precisely because reality is more cruel that I am not driven crazy by reality, which is even more of a miracle.

More than a decade ago, Zhou Ming traveled from Blue Star to this world and started a new life as a newborn baby.

However, the reality is extremely cruel. In this world with a supernatural power system, in addition to humans, there are also orcs, stone people, mermaids, black people and other aliens.

Sadly, the human race belongs to the lowest level among them. Since the birth of the human race, it has been ruled, enslaved and even used as food by aliens, and it is still the same until now.

Zhou Ming's parents in this world are slaves of an orc tribe. He was immediately branded as a slave when he was just born.

When he was three years old, his father in this world was slapped to death on the spot because he bumped into an orc. When he was eight years old, his mother died of illness due to overwork, leaving him alone as a little slave, working tirelessly in this orc tribe with other human slaves.

Up to now, seven years have passed since he achieved the achievement of the death of both parents of the traveler. Zhou Ming has gradually been tortured by this cruel world and has long adapted to his living environment.

Looking around, it was a simple shed made of mud and hay. It leaked on all sides, but it could block the rain, but only a little. There was some hay on the ground, which was his bed.

"Boy, are you still awake? Get up quickly, or you'll be whipped if you're late!"

Zhou Ming had just woken up from his deep sleep when the person next to him grabbed his clothes and pulled him up, dragging the staggering Zhou Ming out.

Outside the shed, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

As a slave, of course, it was impossible to sleep until noon. Working before dawn and resting only when the moon was high was the norm.

Slaves certainly had no human rights. Not only did they have to do a lot of work every day, they ate little and poorly, and they had to worry every day about not being beaten to death by the orc masters who disliked them, or being caught and eaten alive by some hungry orc masters, or being caught by more noble orc masters as materials for making Gu.

Making Gu, yes, Gu worms, is the extraordinary way of this world.

The creatures in this world can possess all kinds of extraordinary powers by manipulating different Gu worms. Those who can use Gu worms are called Gu Masters, and the cultivation and refining of Gu worms almost occupy the entire life of Gu Masters.

The gap between mortals without Gu worms and Gu Masters with Gu worms is very huge. Therefore, the orcs enslaved the human race, and the human race was at the bottom of the hierarchy among all races, all due to the simplest reason, insufficient strength.

The slaves wanted to resist, but without sufficient strength, they would seek death. The means of torture used by Gu Masters were even more terrifying than slaves working themselves to death or being eaten directly.

Therefore, this desperate world made Zhou Ming, who had been traveling here for more than ten years, almost forget his life in his previous life, and was silent in patience and numb in silence.

It was another day of heavy work. Zhou Ming dragged his tired body back to the shed, threw himself on the hay, and soon fell asleep.

In his dream, he entered the vast white fog again.

What exactly is this place?

Zhou Ming's mind was not bright in the dream. He could not think of the answer to this question. His body seemed to be out of control. He just wandered mechanically and blankly on this land.

Day after day.

But today, this world that has remained unchanged for more than ten years suddenly changed a little.

In the vast white fog, another footstep suddenly sounded, and a looming figure appeared in Zhou Ming's sight.

Zhou Ming stopped suddenly. He seemed to be awakened suddenly. Although he was still in a dream, his mind suddenly became bright and his body seemed to be under his control.

Seeing the figure in the fog ahead that seemed to disappear at any time, Zhou Ming chased after it without any hesitation.

He was getting closer and closer to the figure, and he could see it more and more clearly. Although the figure was still blurry, he could clearly see the figure's movements, the insect in his hand, the sharp blade extending from his hand when he activated the insect, and the long blade waving with a brisk and smooth movement, which was natural and had an indescribable beauty.

Then he was woken up again.

But waking up this time was different from the previous ones. Every movement of the figure in the dream was deeply imprinted in his mind, lingering, replaying and replaying over and over again.

This made him a little dazed, and he was distracted from time to time while working all day, and he would unconsciously want to make the movement of waving the long blade in his dream.

Fortunately, he finally did not make any mistakes that day and spent the day safely. At night, he saw the figure again in his dream, and saw his vigorous posture waving the long blade again.

He wanted to get closer to the figure, wanted to get closer, wanted to see the figure's face clearly, but no matter how hard he ran, the distance between him and the figure was only reduced by a tiny bit.

The next day, his mind was more dazed, and his movements when working would be deformed from time to time, and he wanted to fully display the movement of waving the long blade in his mind.

Other people who were working thought that he was tired because of his young age and the heavy work, so they took the initiative to help him share the burden, which allowed him to spend another day safely.

Day after day, he watched the figure in his dream wielding a long blade at night, with a clear mind and a bright spirit, but he became more and more dazed during the day, with his mind filled with the movements in his dream.

In the eyes of others, his condition was getting worse day by day, and they all thought he was sick and were very worried about him. Because once a slave is sick, in order to prevent him from infecting other slaves, he will be caught and cleaned up, or killed and thrown into the forest, or eaten directly.

The human slaves wanted to cover for this fifteen-year-old child, but they were just slaves, and the heavy work every day would exhaust their energy. How could they help Zhou Ming completely cover up?

Finally, on this day, Zhou Ming's abnormal condition was discovered by the orc who was supervising.