Ethan Brooks sat on the sofa.

He stared blankly at a piece of pure black glass in his hand. To be precise, it was a cell phone. Its packaging box was on the coffee table—a simple yellow hard kraft paper box with only a conspicuous leaf pattern.

"This looks nothing like the Leaf S1. Where did such a beautiful knockoff come from? Where's the power button and USB port? Wait, this is just a piece of black glass, isn't it?"

Ethan Brooks couldn't help but complain. He was already certain that the phone he ordered from the official Leaf website had been swapped.

"People these days are really out of their minds."

Ethan Brooks dejectedly put down the glass slab. He had smashed his old phone when he quit his job a few days ago, and after finally getting a new one, he ended up in this situation. When you're down on your luck, even drinking water can get something stuck in your teeth.

"Speaking of which, with the current logistics management system, the odds of SF Express making a mistake are lower than winning the lottery. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket—then I wouldn't have to look for a job anymore."

As he was thinking this, a familiar ringtone suddenly rang out in the living room. He instinctively reached for his pocket, but found nothing. Only then did he realize that he had smashed his phone himself when he quit.

Ethan Brooks looked down in astonishment at the black glass vibrating on the coffee table. The glass surface had lit up, displaying the profile picture of a very pretty girl, and the three characters Emily Foster were flashing repeatedly.

"Oh my god, this really is a phone. But if I remember correctly, I haven't even inserted a SIM card yet. Am I seeing ghosts in broad daylight..."

Just to be sure, Ethan Brooks took out his wallet and checked. His China Mobile SIM card was lying quietly next to his ID card.

"Jeez, I really am seeing ghosts!"

Ethan Brooks stared at the phone in terror, but his trembling hand still reached out and picked up this seemingly magical device.

"Could this be some kind of prank? But someone with this kind of technology probably wouldn't bother messing with me..."

He swallowed hard and nervously swiped the screen.

"Hello, it's me."

"Hey, Ethan Brooks, I heard you quit your job again. You're a grown man—what are you doing?"

"So it really is you."

"Are you crazy? Who else would it be, me or my mom!"

"Uh, I'll explain this to you later. I have something urgent to deal with right now. Bye."

Ethan Brooks hurriedly hung up, unable to calm his pounding chest. He turned the phone over and over, but couldn't find any slot for a SIM card—not even a seam. It was just a solid piece of black glass.

But the weird thing was, this piece of black glass had just let him answer a call.

"Could I have run into aliens?"

"But why would aliens give me an alien phone? Did they get bored and just toss it away?"

Suddenly thinking of something, Ethan Brooks quickly tossed the phone onto the sofa, staring at it and fighting the urge to bolt out the door, until the screen lit up again—he couldn't even find the edge of the display.

Lines of text kept appearing on the screen, accompanied by a cold voice. It wasn't a stiff mechanical sound, but you couldn't tell if it was male or female.

"Hello, Chosen One. It is your honor to meet me."

Ethan Brooks was completely stunned, countless images flashing through his mind.

It really is an alien phone.

What's with this "Chosen One"? And shouldn't it be "It's my honor to meet you" the first time we meet?

Ethan Brooks was totally confused.

"You... what exactly are you?"

……

An hour later, he finally began to understand in his shock: this phone could let him travel through endless time and space, like a gateway connecting all the great worlds.

"Wait, let me process this. This isn't a dream, is it?"

Ethan Brooks thought of all the web novels he'd read over the years. As a hardcore fan of games, martial arts, and fantasy, his eyes gradually lit up with excitement.

A new line of text appeared on the phone screen, accompanied by the cold voice.

Prologue 1: Léon: The Professional

Mission World: Léon: The Professional (Origin World)

Mission Objective: Save Leonard Clark

Initial Skills: Combat Mastery (Beginner), Firearms Mastery (Beginner), English Proficiency (Beginner)

Initial Funds: $100,000

Mission Success: Reward—Item Ability *1, Skill Points *3, Physical Attribute Points *3

Mission Failure: Repeat Execution

Ethan Brooks was stunned. Suddenly, a flood of knowledge poured into his mind, making his head feel like it was about to burst.

Combat force techniques, joint-locking skills, movement prediction methods; firearm usage, shooting techniques, maintenance skills; English pronunciation, language habits, phonetics, and more.

"Léon: The Prof... ah!! What is this..."

Before he could finish, a blinding light flashed, and he vanished from the living room.