Chapter 3 An Unexpected Disaster and an Unusual First Encounter.
Guided by the system, Lan Qingju walked down the mountain. The mountain was covered with dense forests, and the ground under his feet was damp, making the walk quite difficult.
Since the two worlds have different languages and writing systems, Lan Qingju took the opportunity during this journey to practice the language of this world a little, just in case.
Lan Qingju walked and stopped, not knowing how long he had walked, until he finally found traces of human activity. It was a path worn by human feet. He sat down by the roadside to rest for a while before continuing down the path.
As Lan Qingju emerged from the dense forest, the first thing he saw was a wide-open grassland. Before he could even catch his breath, everything suddenly went black, and he was forcefully shoved onto the grass, his hands and feet pinned down. Fortunately, the soft ground absorbed some of the impact.
Before losing her sight, Lan Qingju didn't get a clear look at the man's appearance. She only noticed his long, curly hair, which resembled the melting gold of the setting sun, with strands of red and dazzling gold, as if the last rays of the sun before it set had fallen on his hair, yet it also carried an indescribable sense of decadence.
Lan Qingju felt something strange being fed into his mouth, something like medicine. It slid down his throat on its own, and then his mouth was covered by a large palm.
Lan Qingju truly felt that his mindset was excessively optimistic; instead of focusing on his own situation, he was preoccupied with the attacker's hair.
"System..." He was currently unable to move his body, see, or speak, so he had no choice but to seek help from this unreliable system.
[Host, I'm sorry, I haven't unlocked any useful functions. I can only speculate that it's not fatal.]
Lan Qingju, "..." What could he say? It would only further reinforce the system's unreliability.
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The sudden, inexplicable heat in his body gave Lan Qingju a bad feeling. The blindfold must be made of silk, but no matter how much he struggled and twisted, the silk covering his eyes did not slip off at all.
Arip Sansette looked down at the man she had subdued on the ground. The man's appearance wasn't top-tier, but he had a very pleasant look, gentle and handsome, giving off a refined and polite vibe. His loose, warm white hair added to his harmless appearance.
A mixture of clarity and chaotic desire flickered in Areper's eyes, while an unspeakable change occurred somewhere behind him. "Damn it." It was a voice that sounded almost too pleasant even when it was cursing, languid yet clear, exuding the charm of a mature man.
Upon hearing the low curse, Lan Qingju was certain it wasn't directed at him. He stopped his futile struggle, knowing that if given a choice, this person wouldn't be so casual.
His body grew even hotter, and his clear consciousness was quickly replaced by chaos. Lan Qingju gently moved his hands, wanting the person on top of him to open their mouth and speak, so that perhaps there was still room for negotiation. Unfortunately, the clothes that had been undone and the hands that had been bound with clothes told him that there was no room for negotiation. But the change in events was beyond his expectations. Warm and moist, it could drive a person crazy.
Large drops of sweat fell onto his body. Lan Qingju could hear his restrained breathing and low moans. His consciousness was struggling and wavering. Although he had already let go of the restraints on his mouth, he could hardly find a clear understanding in this situation. He only knew that what he was doing was wrong and that he could not treat people like this.
Areper was still able to maintain his consciousness. After all, for a knight of his strength, it wasn't too difficult for him. He could see the man's lips moving, but he couldn't quite hear what he was saying. He leaned down, his broad back forming a beautiful curve.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Arip was puzzled and almost laughed at what he heard. He was the one who had forced the other person and was apologizing.
Aripor smoothed the man's sweaty bangs, but that was all; he didn't stop, cursing the group of fools in his heart for being so reckless, a far cry from his aristocratic demeanor.
As Lan Qingju's consciousness gradually returned, he sensed that the person on top of him had stopped moving and was preparing to leave. His weak, feeble hand loosely hooked the little finger of the person trying to leave, and his hoarse, broken voice murmured, "No, don't go..."
Arip could easily break free, but he wanted to hear what this person had to say.
"Can you tell me your name?...I...I should take responsibility for you..."
Areber was astonished. Born into nobility, he had witnessed countless filthy and lewd things from childhood to adulthood, and had never seen a man or woman remain faithful. Had he encountered a freak?
"Consider this a favor you've done for me. I'll take care of your little troubles." Arip waved his hand, causing Lan Qingju to faint. He took out a small crystal bottle, poured the liquid inside into Lan Qingju's mouth, set up a protective magic circle, and left without looking back.
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The sun sinks below the horizon, the full moon hangs in the sky, and countless stars adorn the night.
Lan Qingju was immersed in a dream he couldn't escape, a dream filled with humid heat and ambiguity, a dreamlike and alluring scene, mixed with indescribable feelings.
A strange-looking monster lingered around Lan Qingju for a moment, but couldn't sense anything, and reluctantly left.
The system jumped up and down in Lan Qingju's mind, "[Host, host, wake up, wake up...]" After the demon seemed unable to see Lan Qingju leaving, the system's voice stopped.
Lan Qingju struggled to regain consciousness. All he could see was darkness. He reached out and grabbed the silk covering his eyes. The darkness lessened slightly, and the emerald green shimmered in the moonlight.
His clothes were neatly arranged, as if the previous absurdity had never happened. But what had happened had happened. Lan Qing sat up halfway, clutching the silk, recalling what had happened, his face a mixture of emotions. "System, can you help me find him?" A stranger whose face he had never even seen clearly had done the most intimate thing with him.
[Sorry, host.] The system was feeling down. It was supposed to be the host's cheat code, but it couldn't do anything about it.
Lan Qingju rubbed his face, gripped the silk ribbon tightly. It was heavily embroidered, extremely ornate and extravagant. He twitched his lips and thought, "So what if I found it?"
The difference between them can be seen from just a piece of silk. Now that he is worthless and penniless, there is no point in him going to look for others. Would he just be begging and annoying?
"How's things going on your end?" Lan Qingju didn't mention anything related to that person. No matter what he wanted to do, he needed to improve his own strength first.
In fact, if the system really couldn't provide any help, he wouldn't really give up. Since he could live, he would live no matter what. At most, he would just stop doing the system tasks. In the end, these tasks were quite a trap.
[No results available yet, I haven't located Blue Star, but it'll be soon. Also, host, I suggest you stay here tonight. Nighttime is too dangerous. That man left a defensive magic array here; as long as you stay here, most monsters won't be able to harm you.]
Lan Qingju pursed his lips. "I understand." He couldn't describe his feelings at that moment. He had been taught a lesson on his very first day. Without strength, one is nothing.
"Let me look at the original owner's memories again," Lan Qingju said. There was nothing he could do at this point, and he didn't want to rest. He might as well study this world some more. After all, the original owner was a descendant of royalty, and he had received the education that nobles should receive.
According to known historical records, humanity has developed for at least ten thousand years, but its current development process is only about the same as that of medieval Europe. This result is caused by many factors, including gods, magic, monsters, and societal limitations. The current situation is hard to describe; it is both stagnant and unstable, and problems are bound to arise sooner or later.
Then, as time goes on, all sorts of grudges and affections inevitably arise. On the surface, they may be amicable, but behind the scenes, they may be plotting against each other. On the surface, things may be tense and ugly, but in private, they may still drink together. The relationships are complicated, but in reality, they all boil down to nothing more than interests.
Lan Qingju pinched his brow bone. This was even more difficult than his research on Eastern history. He remembered that he had once written a paper on a chaotic period in the East. He had gone bald from researching so much that he thought that was the limit. But he never expected that there were always people more skilled than him.
"Crack... rustle..." Something had rustled over the branches and leaves. Lan Qingju quietly turned his head to look. It was a creature that resembled a sheep, with a crimson appearance and scattered flames around it.
This was the first time Lan Qingju had ever seen a demon. From his memories, he knew that this type of creature was generally enraged and extremely powerful. It would attack its prey indiscriminately, and if it did not see any prey, it might go berserk and cause destruction.
Lan Qingju wasn't sure how effective this protective magic array would be. After all, how powerful a mage could possibly appear in this remote place? A paladin? Don't be ridiculous. The probability of a paladin, who is even rarer than a powerful mage, appearing here was practically nonexistent.
Lan Qingju couldn't help but clench the silk in his hand, feeling powerless against his own weakness once again.
[Don't panic, host. I let you stay because I have confidence in this defensive formation.] The system detected Lan Qingju's emotional change and offered words of comfort.
Lan Qingju watched the demons walk away, and then more demons came out. However, the demons seemed not to see him and completely ignored him. They tore and fought, ran down the mountain forest, and went down to forage for food.
"Is it really impossible for my body to awaken magical talent?" Lan Qingju asked. No matter how powerful the external force is, it can't compare to the strength of oneself. Relying on others is not as good as relying on oneself.
[Host, this body is bound by a forbidden spell cast by the gods, naturally isolated from magical elements, and temporarily unable to awaken magical talent. But don't worry, host, once I contact Blue Star, I'll help you spread the word. We'll walk the path of faith to godhood; magic or not is completely unimportant—we'll get there in one step.]
"Then what do you think I should do to save my life now?" Lan Qingju understood what the system meant, but no matter how powerful he might become later, at this moment he was a weakling who could be killed with a single finger.
Let me think of a way to try and find that person and have him work as your bodyguard for a while.
Lan Qingju chuckled. He remembered a saying: people can actually laugh when they're speechless.
The system understood that what he said was not feasible, but it really had no other choice. It was one thing to have transmigrated to the wrong world, but if it could help the host find a better identity and a better body, it could make up for its mistake. Unfortunately, it had not done well in either aspect. It could only try its best to frantically search for the coordinates of Blue Star with that little mark in order to bring in outside help for the host as soon as possible. Otherwise, in this chaotic era, the host's weak body would be too easy to die.
"Wait a minute, have I been overlooking something? There are gods in this world, and their power is immense. Can they sense your presence? Or can they see that my soul and body don't match?" Lan Qingju didn't dwell on it, but instead changed the subject. If it weren't for so many unexpected events, he would have asked this question much earlier. How so? The "honor" bestowed upon Felix by the gods is unique on the entire continent. What if someone were to be foolish enough to sneak down and take a look?
"Oh, that's nothing to worry about. Our Dimensional Management Bureau also has gods behind it, true gods, different from those in these small worlds. They are incomparably powerful, powerful enough to create or destroy worlds at will." The system spoke casually, which was why it wasn't panicking. It didn't matter if it made a mistake; the senior system would always cover for it. Its only worry was that its bound host might die prematurely because of it.
Lan Qingju, “…” It sounds very powerful, but why is the system it created so unreliable? This is still a very puzzling thing.
A note from the author:
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The setting on Earth is that same-sex marriage is legal [lop-eared rabbit head][lop-eared rabbit head].
Arip's next appearance is in chapter 31. We need to let Qingju develop their relationship first, but their romance is progressing quickly, so don't worry.
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