Goddamn it! Now I had to cultivate all the fuck over again!
Wait, where the fuck was this place? Considering that the room this new body sat in was filled with sothing like futuristic 3D high definition screens... I had no fucking clue. At least my seat was comfortable.
Unfortunately, the screens showed so horrifying movie of a fight between a large golden cat robot and so giant black monsters with crab claws. It was like I was watching a live action version of one of those animated big robot shows from my first past life, before I was Fairy Lin.
Seriously, the fuck was going on?!
She had been the childhood friend of the taciturn Prince Chad.
The nas made cringe. There were two types of ch novels. Those that the author wrote to be nationalistic — likely in order to earn social credits — and those that had countries that combined a variety of cultures into a new one. This was the second variety.
Which explained the variety of nas and combination of facial features.
When it ca to appearances, Victoria had hit the jackpot — if I did say so myself. Comparing this body to my past life’s, she seed to have an 80 percent external similarity… if I disregarded her red hair and blue eyes.
With her gorgeous looks and high spiritual energy, everyone assud that Prince Chad and her would get together. She had also thought that and allowed herself to fall for Chad.
When love-obsessed Victoria saw the Prince playing nice with so super badass ch engineer girl she continued with her poor life decisions. She made trouble for the protagonist.
Fuckin’ idiot.
Of course, Victoria always got her ass handed to her.
Eventually, the Star Bugs attacked their military school. These entities were the enemy of all humans. They repeatedly invaded human systems to steal resources or eat food (which was anything from rice to radium).
Victoria was next to Prince Chad when the sudden attack happened. With her diocre close combat skills, and a destroyed flight pack, she could only hide behind Chad and take potshots at the heavily armored giant bugs… with her shitty training rifle.
That was when Chad received a call from Liu YaoYao.
Space Bugs had attacked her. While she had rigged up sothing to defend herself, it would only work for a short ti. She needed help.
Chad, being a Chad, dropped everything, didn’t even tell Victoria that he was bailing and just rushed to Miss Liu’s side.
Awkwardly, I ran up to the closest small, thin crab, used my ch’s arm to deflect its weak claw and get closer to its base.
I twisted my sword and cut off the bug’s arm at the joint. It dropped exposing the soft crab interior. My plasma sword fit right into the hole I’d created. There wasn’t even much friction.
I’d spare the details, but if this thing was a real crab, it would have been half cooked by the ti I pulled my sword out.
Then, I kicked the dead crab over, aiming it at the nearest alive one. Honestly, it had been the most inelegant kick I’d ever used. But the shell monster still flew over and knocked into the one I’d been aiming at, causing both to crash into the ground together.
While that distracted the center crab, I took this opportunity to avoid a violent slash from the tank and rushed over to the striker bug that was still coming toward … Unfortunately, due to my lack of skill with this machine, I probably looked a lot like a drunk fighter. Drunk ch? Whatever.
When I neared the monster, its small claw zood toward my ch’s face, where most of my sensor equipnt was located.
I just bent away from the attack when it tried to shove a claw into my chest. That was where my fucking cabin… my actual body was located!
Motherfucker!
Fortunately (or unfortunately) I was soone spiritual beasts despised. That ant I had to always be on guard when fighting non-humans. I had been ready for this kind of attack centuries ago, literally.
I twisted my sword up and cut off the claw cleanly at the joint where it connected to its body, then I once again briefly shoved my hot blade into the hole I’d made. Sure, it was the sa move as last ti, but why ss with sothing that worked?
This was just another crab lightly cooked for soone’s dinner… if these things were edible?
And… They weren’t.
According to my borrowed mories, Star Bugs fucking ate tal and even radioactive substances. They had organs that could cause a regular human to bleed from their eyes just from looking at them.
They were not normal.
Nor were they good.
The author had written this whole species as having one goal, and that was to devour the universe for its queen.
I did not feel any ounce of remorse for these beasts like I would for a spirit beast from my last life. These things were the invaders, after all.
The tank bug clicked its claws angrily and rushed up to attack just as the remaining little bug beca untangled from the half cooked crab I set it.
This was bad.
I had two of these alien fuckers on .
Fortunately, I had another bug corpse to use. Well, I already knew that these lesser bugs weren’t the smartest. May as well use what works!
Once again, I kicked the crab dinner at the small bug that was coming towards .
Because it really wasn’t very intelligent, it fell for it again, leaving free to attack the big guy.
Fuck, this thing was bigger than my ch by a large amount. But it also had more obvious weak spots.
It was just that they were hard to get to with a rifle. No wonder Victoria died.
I ran towards the shell of a tank crab that Chad killed before he bailed. He didn’t even bother to remove it from crushing part of the school’s uniform shop.
Seriously, fuck Chad.
When I reached the dead tank crab’s back shell, I darted up it… while running like a wobbly headless chicken.
Fortunately, I still had enough montum to practically fly over to the living tank crab.
It did not like having an enemy ch on its back at all! With a jerk and a jump that rattled my golden core quality bones, it tried to throw off. The jolting, it reminded of one of those old bull riding toys from my original life. Only I was riding it while stuck in a machine I barely knew how to use.
To hold my ground, I pulled out my cold, tal knife and dug it into a small hole that one of Victoria’s earlier shots had made. This helped stay on the alien as it writhed and bucked.
While riding the wild crab — and with plenty of drive to make it dead — I quickly found the joint I was looking for. The one closest to the thinking organ of this creature.
I waited for just the right mont and used the crab's movent to propel my awkwardly moving ass toward the spot I wanted.
Just before I flew past the spot, I stabbed into the massive joint using my knife and caught myself.
Its claw ca toward . Was it trying to save itself?
Ha! Too late, motherfucker!
I shoved my plasma sword into its thinking organ. The whole alien crab monster shuddered and fell to the ground.
Unfortunately for the remaining striker-type bug, it landed right on top of it, pinning it down.
I jumped — well, closer to fell — off the big guy.
I glanced at my last enemy. Honestly, since I’d thrown two of its dead allies at it — three if I counted the tank crab — I almost felt sorry for this monster. Almost. I already knew it would kill given the chance, so I simply cleaned it up and sighed in relief.
That was the last Star Bug near .
Now I could go to an armored shelter… Oh, wait. The brother.
Well, adopted brother, technically.
But Victoria had still treated him like her blood related brother even if he didn’t like her at all.
That was fine with .
I wasn’t Victoria. And I didn’t need anyone’s approval.
I especially didn’t need soone else’s family.
Using the original’s hazy mories, I pulled up her brother, Wang MingRen’s, information. Then I accessed his GPS location. Fortunately, he was on campus and not too far away.
Ah, wasn’t that over near the Main Character, Miss Liu? Oh right.
In the book, he’d helped Liu YaoYao by attacking an enormous group of Star Bugs that were chasing after her. He had led them away, allowing her to get inside. Then she’d grabbed the rifle from a ch she’d been working on, hooked it up to the building’s power, and use it to defend herself long enough for Chad to get to her.
I gotta say, the sister of the dumb harem novelist was a way better writer than her brother. Probably.
Not having read the original novel, I couldn’t say for sure.
After picking up the rifle I’d abandoned, I ran using the ch’s fastest speed. It was still too damn slow.
There had to be a way to make this sorry excuse for armor go faster. Let’s see. A ch in this world was more like a technologically advanced spiritual weapon — or spiritual armor — but without all the advancents that a weapons master would know to add.
Even if I could use a technique to increase my speed, I couldn’t use it on this tool like I could on an actual armor set.
That said, what if I used sothing similar to the Any Blade is my Sword technique?
Like, Any Armor is my Body?
Well, I didn’t know if I could do that with this body, but perhaps I could do sothing similar.
I could try inserting my primitive spiritual energy inside the ch and control it by manipulating my spiritual energy. As a Golden Core level practitioner, I had enough Qi to do that. Of course, by pushing the ch faster than should be possible, it wouldn’t last long. But, even though we risked our lives for things, life was more important.
At first, using the primitive spiritual energy within was like trying to play with water from a rain shower head when I was used to playing with a whole waterfall. If I weren’t in so much danger, I would have thought that starting over from scratch would be better.
But I had been manipulating spiritual energy for a thousand years. This was strange, but, if I couldn’t quickly adapt to strange situations, I would have never lived as long as I had.
Eventually, my energy infused into the ch. That made things much easier. As I considered the ch as my body I used it to cast a simple movent technique. From there, it didn’t take long for to get near my cheap brother’s location. It helped that I could use my divine sense to locate all the nearby Star Bugs.
When I reached my brother, I saw him fighting a horde of small crabs.
These ones were about half the size of the small ones that had attacked . They also weren’t as strong.
The issue was that there were sixteen of these fuckers attacking him!
At least the young man didn’t have any tank crabs stopping him from kiting these guys.
Unfortunately, he had sothing worse. A praying mantis crab took potshots at him from the back of the horde using so kind of organic alien rifle bullshit.
Well, since I was here, I may as well call him. I sent in a contact request and aid my training rifle.
Ah, using spiritual energy to control a ch made aiming way easier. It took a lot of energy, so I understood why no one did it here. They also might not have the necessary techniques to improve control or the right spiritual energy density to really get it to last, but that was beyond the point.
Wang MingRen picked up. I couldn't see his face, but I could hear his voice.
“Victoria, this isn’t a good ti.”
“Of course it’s a good ti. I’m here to save your ass!”
Then I fired at the Mantis Crab. It turned its triangle-like head and blinked its gleaming multifaceted eyes at .
I hit it a few more tis. But the shots didn’t do much damage. Which made sense since Victoria’s rifle was more a training rifle than one actually used for battle.
“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll just be a distraction for .”
“We can talk after I’ve killed this guy. Just focus on the small ones and don’t let yourself get overrun by these little crabs.”
“Crabs?”
Wait, did the interstellar not have crabs? Whatever.
I dropped my rifle and once again brought out my plasma sword.
“Victoria! Why are you dropping your rifle?”
“It’s a piece-of-shit training rifle. You think it’s effective against these bullshit Crab People?”
“… Victoria. Are… are you okay?” The teen sounded concerned.
Grimacing, I said, “I got hit in the head and now I’m a changed person... Call Lin.”
Silence.
“Don’t think too much, just fight!”
“Mmm.”
I used another simple movent technique to rush to the Mantis Crab. It started taking shots at . I used the ch as my body to cast a shielding technique that encompassed my complete form.
It took a step back as if I’d startled it. The mantis started firing on more and more, draining the energy I was putting into the shield. It even started running backward and attempted to get behind so of its smaller compatriots.
While laughing, I jumped on the back of a small crab then landed in front of the Mantis, a move that made the tal scream at . Yeah. I may have been overdoing it. Whatever.
I aid at the joint between the bottom of the neck and the body. My plasma sword cut into it just a little before the Mantis stepped out of the way and fire more shots at my chest.
Ah ha. I guess this one really was smarter than the others. Well, it would still die. The mantis then dropped its own organic rifle and brought up its giant mantis-like crab claws it had for top arms.
I attacked its claws. It survived being slashed by plasma. Well, it took so damage at least. Being super-heated like that would damage just about anything, at least a little.
Honestly, this just made want to see what these genocidal aliens could take. And could their shells be broken down and used to create spiritual weapons?
After I exchanged a few attacks with the monster, I realized it didn’t have much in the way of fighting technique. Mostly, it relied on its superior armor and speed to kill its targets. But armor and speed weren’t enough to hurt . And even having its little friends co help, wouldn’t work against as they were shockingly easy to defeat. But these little guys did allow the Mantis Crab to live longer.
It aid its claws at my arm joint. I moved forward and wrapped my arm around its large claw arm, trapping it briefly. This move apparently shocked it so much that it froze for a second. This gave just enough ti to finally finish what I’d been trying to do.
I cut its triangle bug head off. Then I threw its body at a bunch of the little guys who were sneaking up behind
Ha! I had divine sense. There was no sneaking up on . Muahahaha!
From there, it didn’t take much effort for my brother and myself to clean up all these little bugs. I was also feeling the drain on my spiritual energy.
“We’re going to make our way to the shelter now.”
I heard hard breathing over the line and the young man responded with, “… okay.”
“How are you doing on weapons and energy?”
“My spear is cracked, but still usable. I have a plasma dagger, but it’s low, and my sidearm only has a few rounds left.” He paused. “What about you?”
It took a mont to find the notifications. Apparently, my sword had only a dozen more minutes of fight left in it, and after picking up my dumb rifle again, I noticed that it had plenty of power… because it was a dumb practice weapon.
“Let’s avoid any dangerous areas.”
“Okay.”
I spread out my divine sense and located the nearest shelter. It was only a couple of miles away. And there was a nice clear path between us and it.
I started running, and my brother followed. After a minute, he called out, “How are you running so fast?”
Huh?
I turned to see him way behind . “How are you running so slowly?”
“I’m not slow. Your ch shouldn’t be able to go this fast. How are you doing it?”
I chuckled as I slowed down. “Well, back in ancient tis, people who cultivated could use a forbidden technique that allowed them to burn their cultivation, or life, or potential, or so other thing in exchange for increased power right away. That’s essentially what I’m doing now. As soon as I stop, this ch is going to be trashed.”
“… I didn’t realize you read fantasy novels.”
I nearly coughed up blood. Fantasy novels?! Well, technically, I had been living inside one… now I was still living inside one, only so far into the future that it was now a science fantasy. Whatever.
I stopped at a large building where a lot of the logistic students took their classes. Several student presences brushed against my senses.
From the novel, I discovered that the logistic building had been obliterated, killing several promising students. One of them was another tertiary male lead.
Which was a sha because the war against the Star Bugs would have gone a lot smoother with proper logistic personnel.
Well, may as well save another life or two while I was here. Using the speakers on my ch to call out, I yelled, “Hey! We’re going to the shelter. This is your one chance to have an ard escort. I’ll give you 5 minutes to get out of here and into a vehicle.”
The bodies within my sense moved fast.
I rembered in my original life, I’d randomly shared a ride with a man who did accounting for the military. He’d complained that he only handled numbers but they still made him run six miles in the morning. He thought it was a bit silly and annoying.
But the reason they made him do it? Probably for bullshit situations like this where being able to run could save their life.
Good logistics personnel were fucking worth their weight in spirit stones.
A few people left the building. One of them took out a button that reminded of a spacial ring. A decently sized flying car appeared in front of him hovering in mid-air. He quickly entered it and waited for the other people to get in.
After I sensed the movents of the Star Bugs around us, I paused for an extra minute to allow a swarm of those suckers to run through the path we needed to take. So of them even crawled on top of one of the new buildings, taking out a few signs and windows that seed to annoy them.
The last few people exited the building. One of them nervously clutched a case that looked dical related, not logistics related. She shoved it inside the car and wiped the sweat off her brow.
Once the group was in their vehicle, we once again started running toward the nearest shelter, while keeping the flying car between us. It took us only a few minutes to reach the building.
As the logistics students all filed out of their flying vehicle and into the heavily defended shelter, I focused on making sure that none of the bugs ca to attack us.
Fuck!
A flying bug zood toward us!
Reviews
All reviews (0)