The top-tier interstellar goddess, Hua Ansu, was betrayed by her best friend and, after narrowly escaping death, ended up in a backward interstellar primitive tribe where a day has forty-eight hour...
The most barren airflow region in the universe!
A luxurious, armored spaceship hurtled into the air, its emotionless mechanical voice echoing through the turbulent currents:
"Space debris, prepare for deployment!"
"Space debris, prepare for deployment!"
"Space debris, prepare for deployment!"
After a series of three repetitions and several minutes of deafening roars, an incredulous female voice weakly rang out inside the spaceship, "Jiajia, why? Why did you do this to me?"
Zhan Xinjia looked completely innocent. "Ansu, how can you say I treated you like this? This was an order from the Queen. Don't you know what you did?"
She murmured, "What did I do wrong?"
Zhan Xinjia smiled and patted Hua Ansu's cheek, "Ansu, Ansu, have you forgotten your audacity in stealing the divine potion?"
Hua Ansu was stunned. "I didn't...it wasn't me..."
Unfortunately, before she could say anything more, she was thrown off the spaceship like trash. Zhan Xinjia said viciously, "Hua Ansu, go to hell!"
The sound grew more and more distant, the airflow grew more and more urgent, and Hua Ansu's consciousness grew increasingly blurred...
"Babu, Babu, that's enough! A storm is coming! Quickly get everyone back to a safe area!"
An elderly man with graying temples shouted from the city wall, trying to call back the young people who wanted to continue fighting the disaster.
"No, Minister Dorunda, this food is our rations for this year. If we don't bring it back, many of us will starve to death!"
Babu led the team, who, armed with rudimentary tools, diligently dug for food growing underground. Minister Dorunda was heartbroken; how were they going to survive this year...?
Let's go back two minutes.
"Grandpa Minister."
Minister Duolunda turned around; it was the little girl that Ayguna had brought a few days ago.
“An Su, what are you doing here? Go back quickly, you are very weak.”
Hua Ansu smiled and shook her head, "It's alright."
She walked to the city wall and looked into the distance. In her eyes, every movement of the environment was transformed into data. After analysis, she quickly obtained a message: in ten minutes, the interstellar storm that could sweep these people away would arrive.
So Hua Ansu quickly informed Minister Dorunda of the news.
"Grandpa Minister, please bring them back quickly! The storm is coming in less than ten minutes, and they will all die!"
Minister Duolunda frowned upon hearing this. "Why do you say that?"
Hua Ansu said with a serious expression, "I know there are still two hours until the time you predicted, but I won't lie to you about this. There are only nine minutes left now, and you still have a chance to get them back. Just give it a try. You should know that all the able-bodied men in the village are outside!"
Seeing that Minister Duolunda was still fiddling with the astrological chart in his hand, Hua Ansu pondered for a moment, then, remembering the life-saving grace, disregarding his own exposure, pointed at the astrological chart and asked, "You picked this up, didn't you?"
"And it was picked up ten years ago."
Minister Duolunda was taken aback. "How did you know?"
Hua Ansu smiled slightly, "Because this is a substandard product that I discarded."
She took the minister's astrological chart and unlocked the secondary function with her fingerprint, "It's a higher-level function that only I can use."
Seeing that Hua Ansu had changed its design, adding many buttons he had never seen before, Minister Duolunda was internally screaming, "!!!"
He exclaimed excitedly, "I choose to believe you!"
So he shouted, "Babu, Babu, that's enough! A storm is coming! Get everyone back to safety!"
In response to Babu's refusal, he issued a direct order: "Babu, as the chief of the Tata tribe, I command you to take your troops back inside the city walls now, immediately!"
Babu protested, "Minister!"
Minister Dorunta yelled, "My prediction was wrong before! The storm is eight minutes away! Did you hear me? Get out of the group immediately! Get out of the group immediately!"
The entire tribe sounded the alarm, and many people were already rushing back after hearing the chief's order. Babu gritted his teeth, waved his hand to withdraw the team, and carried a bag of grain that he had just dug up to run back as well.
In less than five minutes, everyone had entered the city gate.