Master of Kaidan-Chapter 602: Deja Vu

Kamei Country’s West Port on the Second Island Chain, Feng Xue hung a camera around his neck, carried a guitar case on his back, wore a press pass on his chest, and donned a camouflage-colored plaid shirt. He stood among a group of similarly dressed individuals, watching as a cargo ship approached the dock slowly.

The ticket inspectors at the dock had started checking tickets, but their expressions were far from pleasant; they even had a look in their eyes that seemed to regard others as fools. Feng Xue smirked at this, but a familiar fellow journalist approached him and said,

"Buddy, you look green. Judging by your appearance, did you volunteer for this?"

"Yeah, I’ve wanted to do this since I was little." A uniquely naive stupidity characteristic of college students appeared on Feng Xue’s face. Seeing this, the familiar journalist’s smile faded, and he warned with a serious tone,

"Have you taken all the related courses? Passed the relevant job assessments? What about combat evaluations?"

"Uh..."

Feng Xue was startled by the young man’s sudden change in demeanor, and the young man frowned, saying,

"Even in extreme sports, one must make adequate preparations and undertake prolonged training, and our profession 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 combat training before it’s too late."

"Ah, you’re talking about that. I just didn’t react immediately. Don’t be fooled by my looks; I’m an ace pilot, you know!"

Feng Xue revealed a self-satisfied expression, but the young man was somewhat skeptical,

"How old are you? An ace pilot already? That’s not just about flying skills, but also about your kill count!"

"Heh, I actually have that!" Feng Xue grinned, showing a confident smile. When he caused a stir at the Heavenly Palace, his kill count was measured in the tens of thousands!

Seeing Feng Xue’s unwavering confidence, the young man didn’t press further but glanced meaningfully at the guitar case on his back, then shook his head, "It’s true that guitar cases or violin cases are the traditional method, but next time it would be better to bring a gun case directly. After all, once you are there, this kind of disguise is meaningless, and a gun case is much more comfortable to carry."

"I know, but I’m just used to carrying this thing." Feng Xue did not refuse the kind intentions the young man showed, casually casting a shield for him. Although it couldn’t withstand a direct artillery hit, it should be fine against a few stray bullets.

The two casually discussed details to be mindful of on the battlefield as the cargo ship finally docked. Containers were loaded aboard, and the warzone journalists, prompted by the deckhands, quickly boarded the ship.

The group walked along the gangway to a narrow corner of the cargo hold. As the hatch closed, everyone simultaneously fell silent.

In an instant, the entire ship’s hold fell into silence; even the sound of breathing seemed constrained.

Feng Xue’s gaze swept over the journalists in the hold, noticing the diversity in their expressions. Some appeared numb and calm, others conveyed a sense of world-weariness, and some were already trembling, seemingly not wanting to be there at all.

Thinking back to the young man’s comment about volunteering, Feng Xue couldn’t help but smirk. Warzone journalists, involuntary ones?

Everyone seemed intent on maintaining silence, so he didn’t break it either, quietly leaning against the wall. Suddenly, an intense jolt came through, followed by a violent shaking.

"Shh!" Feng Xue tried to stand up, but the young man beside him immediately pressed him down and gestured for him to be quiet.

Feng Xue was the type to listen to advice. At the instant the young man reached out, he reacted, quietly feeling the cargo hold’s vibrations and preparing to call the world.

"Bang!"

With a violent collision sound, the entire cargo hold shook violently. Several reporters immediately stood up, walked to the door, and kicked it open. Feng Xue then realized the cargo hold had come loose from the ship and was now stuck on a dark reef.

"We’re here," the young man looked outside the door, making sure no one was around, and then said to Feng Xue,

"The cargo ship won’t come close to the Third Island Chain now. The usual way is to find the ocean currents and let the cargo hold drift here. We’re lucky this time. If it had been picked up by a patrol boat and taken to the base, how much of our equipment would have remained would’ve been down to luck."

Saying this, the young man also came to the cargo door, took out a small device, and after judging their direction said,

"Not bad, this should be the south shore of Pachila Island, a relatively safe area. My target this time is dangerous, so I won’t join you. May the god of reporters bless you."

Watching the young man’s carefree departure, Feng Xue stepped out of the cargo hold and saw him walking on water with steps similar to a mystical martial art. Although he had enough understanding of this world’s style, Feng Xue couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

After thinking it over, he didn’t burst forth at full speed but instead used the Shengxuan Dingguan Step and dashed towards the northwest.

Feng Xue’s destination was Lu’an Island in the Third Island Chain, a relatively large island. According to this world’s online information, it was once nearly chosen as the capital for the first relocation of Kamei Country. However, as the intensity of the conflict between the White Forest Country and Ideal Country intensified, the entire Third Island Chain was included in the war zone, and the plan was scrapped.

According to the internet, Ideal Country had established a frontline base here, and of course, that was Feng Xue’s first stop.

Lu’an Island was only about twenty kilometers from where they landed on Pachila Island. It took Feng Xue just over two minutes to arrive, but looking at the destination, he felt as though he had come to the wrong place.

"This is a frontline base? Are you sure it’s not some industrial city that developed over decades?" Looking at the steel forest of the city not far away, Feng Xue wrapped himself in a small blanket and approached quickly. Although various patrol mechas and helicopters flew by occasionally, it didn’t feel like a military base at all.

Blending into the city, Feng Xue frowned. This frontline base gave him the strong deja vu of Third New Tokyo City, with buildings obviously modular in design. Occasional construction teams worked around crater holes, seemingly having been attacked not long ago. The streets were filled not just with soldiers but also ordinary civilians. While there were no entertainment facilities, restaurants, supermarkets, and other amenities were all available. He even spotted a school.

"Damn, this feeling of deja vu is so strong; I feel like alarms will go off any moment, and an Angel Envoy will float over from afar."

Feng Xue smirked and pondered the feasibility of shooting in the school, a "hell" for students, but eventually gave up the idea. Instead, he processed a complete set of transfer procedures for himself, instantly becoming a high school student at the annexed high school of Lu’an Mechanical Engineering University.

As a transfer student, he took his seat in the classroom, and as he looked out the window at the playing field, he suddenly seemed to sense something, frowning towards the sky.

"It’s coming!"