Chapter 2: Truly, Trust Me!
Mo Yu hurriedly got to work.
Following the theoretical manual, he began operating the shuttle.
The shuttle was small, about the size of a shipping container, but the interior was quite spacious. The space station had many spares; during the meteor strike, two survived, giving him a slim chance—otherwise, it would have been truly over.
As a traveler with a status panel, getting stranded and dying alone in outer space would have been a joke.
[Name: Mo Yu]
[Life Level: Basic] [Note: Increasing life level raises attribute caps]
[Basic Information: Human; 20 years old; 175 cm; 68 kg; 18...]
[Attribute Assessment: Physical Fitness 1.3, Mental Strength 1.2, Soul Quality 3.1] [Note: These are composite scores; excelling in certain areas can raise the score. Human standard is 1]
[Supernatural Ability: Sequence 1111 — Rewind] [Note: Ability points can be used to upgrade after completing tasks]
[Common Skills: Comprehensive Combat (Proficient), Firearms Shooting (Proficient), Driving Skills (Proficient), Manual Operation (Proficient), Scientific Theory (Proficient)] [Note: Common skills provide bonuses in their fields; knowledge cannot be gained from thin air but can be quickly mastered to specific levels. Levels include Beginner, Basic, Proficient, Expert, Master, and Legendary. Skill points can forcibly upgrade skills or be improved through self-practice.]
[Monster Encyclopedia: Empty]
Although he already had a panel, without task progress, it seemed linked to monsters. His abilities and skills were all self-developed.
The shuttle started smoothly. As the indicator lights lit up, it could pass through time rifts and travel to derivative timelines at any moment.
The year was unknown.
Alpha prompted, “Increasing disturbance in the timeline can capture more time rifts. Please seize this rare opportunity, Station Chief.”
Mo Yu responded with a nod and began preparing supplies.
He didn’t know what awaited beyond the time rift, so he prepared thoroughly.
Food and water, various survival tools, self-defense weapons, medical supplies, and so forth.
Once ready, he returned to the shuttle.
After confirming everything was in order, he climbed inside.
The interior was a spherical space two meters in diameter, with a base diameter of one meter. After stepping in, there was ample room.
Alpha followed in.
The mechanical dog was the size of a medium dog, sitting by Mo Yu’s leg.
“You’re coming too?”
“Alpha can monitor timeline status anytime, provide database searches, and record the Station Chief’s actions for review.”
“Alright, if we die, we die together.”
Mo Yu agreed.
Death in a derivative timeline was real death.
He pressed the start button.
The hatch sealed.
The shuttle began its journey.
...
Splash! Splash!
“Ahhh!”
Mo Yu fell into water, choking on a mouthful before flailing about. He could still hear a girl’s sharp scream nearby.
His feet touched the bottom, and he stood steadily.
Wiping water from his face, he realized he had fallen into a swimming pool.
It was nighttime, with a dazzling starry sky and a full moon like a glowing disc overhead. LED lights were installed at the pool’s bottom, clearly illuminating the underwater scene.
About five meters away was a beautiful girl in a bikini, golden-haired, fair-skinned, stunningly attractive yet somewhat youthful, with a flat chest—probably around fifteen years old.
Her face showed fear.
Alpha leapt out of the water, standing beside the pool, spinning rapidly in a clockwise direction, mimicking canine behavior.
“Sorry, sorry, it’s an accident, just an accident!…” Mo Yu laughed nervously, knowing his arrival spot was ill-chosen and trying to bluff his way out.
But then, as he admired the girl’s swimsuit, a string of red text appeared.
The panel issued a warning.
[This is a vampire, extremely dangerous! Immediate escape advised!]
Mo Yu fell silent.
Alpha ceased trembling, its camera locked onto the girl, emitting a shrill mechanical voice: “Warning! Vampire detected! High energy reaction coefficient. Assessed as a thrice-evolved Vampire Baron. Immediate escape required!”
“Damn AI idiot! Shut up!” Mo Yu cursed aloud.
He confirmed it.
Alpha was just an artificial idiot. Though helpful in many ways, he couldn’t expect it to be as clever as a human.
He looked at the girl not far away.
Her expression had changed. The fearful look was gone, replaced by a blank face. Her blue eyes stared at him unblinkingly.
“She’s a toy…” Mo Yu gestured toward Alpha.
His words lacked conviction and persuasiveness.
Or rather, Alpha hit the mark; the girl was no longer pretending.
Black bat wings sprouted from her back, fangs appeared in her mouth, and her eyes turned dark red. Her wings flapped lightly, lifting her into the air.
[Prepare for battle.]
“Die.”
Without a word, the girl charged like a cannonball.
As her black claws neared, time froze.
The world paused.
Mo Yu activated Rewind.
The space turned eerily black and white. From a god’s-eye view, he watched his own actions.
Time flowed backward.
The girl retreated into the water; Alpha spun counterclockwise, shaking off water droplets before jumping back in; he lay prone in the water and began struggling again.
Mo Yu discovered his ability couldn’t cross timelines—it only rewound to the moment he appeared in the air, unable to return to the space station.
At the moment he hit the water, the world’s color returned.
Mo Yu rewound about half a minute.
He could choose whether to create a mirror image, which would instantly vanish upon reaching the rewind point, suffering fatal attacks, or being voluntarily canceled.
Mo Yu climbed out of the water and kicked Alpha, who was about to climb ashore, back into the pool.
“Don’t speak!”
After that, he looked at the girl.
“Who are you? Why are you in my house?” The girl wore a scared expression.
Mo Yu’s eyes flickered as he searched for an excuse.
“I’m a parachuting enthusiast; I accidentally landed here.”
The girl was silent.
Mo Yu looked sincere. “Really, trust me.”
“You appeared out of thin air, falling from about one meter. If you were really parachuting without opening a chute and slammed down, you’d have splashed the whole pool dry.” She lifted her head. “I got full marks in physics last time.”
“Explaining is complicated. Anyway… it’s an accident. Trust me, really. I won’t bother you, I’m leaving now.”
For a moment, Mo Yu had no better excuse and tried to bluff his way through.
“Stop.”
The girl’s cold voice came.
“There are bodyguards patrolling 24/7 within a five-kilometer radius. How exactly did you get in?”
Her tone turned mocking.
The blood-red text appeared again.
[Prepare for battle.]
Mo Yu took a deep breath, drew his gun with lightning speed, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
Beep beep beep...
The silenced automatic pistol emptied its magazine in one second.
Twenty-four bullets.
Not a single hit.
In Mo Yu’s eyes, the girl seemed to teleport, dodging every bullet with flashes, then appeared before him, grabbing his neck and lifting him up.
She sneered coldly, “Let me guess, Sequence 41 — Teleportation?”