Chapter 1: A Transmigrated Life Begins with a Wedding Robbery?
"I would rather go back to my first year of high school and repeat it than be a wretched child about to get married at the tender age of eighteen."
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Qiao Xi, a miserable high school student who had just finished the college entrance examination, sat speechlessly on the bed, her head covered with a veil, adorned with pearls and jade, her wedding dress jingling.
If nothing unexpected happens, she should be staying at home right now, planning to sleep until two or three in the afternoon, but she wakes up at seven in the morning, then plays games like crazy but finds them boring, tries to read novels but can't get into them, so she happily goes shopping with her friends, and finally dyes that thing in her hair all sorts of bright and dazzling colors.
However, when she woke up, the scene in front of her left her dumbfounded. Where did this come from?
Now, like in many period dramas, she waits for the groom to enter—even though she has no idea who he is.
How to describe her feelings at this moment? Probably like she wanted to die.
In her opinion, it was less like a scene from many ancient TV dramas and more like the beginning of a horror movie, with her being the unlucky bride who appeared throughout the film but possessed boundless magical power at the beginning of the sacrificial ceremony.
Of course, soon there will be another more appropriate name for it—a vengeful ghost.
Then a few years later, a few hotheads, instead of enjoying their peaceful lives, decided to summon her out of the wild, giving the local Taoist priests unnecessary KPIs.
She used to be able to complain about this kind of plot for three days and three nights, but now, imagining this scene, she felt a chill creep up her back.
She recalled all the terrible movies she had watched, and imagined that next, a fat, greasy, foul-smelling, and utterly wicked man would appear, and she would die.
At that moment, a strong wind was blowing outside, and the door was pushed open as if to cooperate, but it was more like it was kicked open than pushed open.
Decisive and efficient.
Qiao Xi thought the newcomer was the groom and exclaimed inwardly: "Holy crap! He's a volatile maniac! I'm doomed!"
She nervously clenched her hands.
The footsteps drew closer, and through the hazy gap in her veil, she could vaguely see that the person was very tall and was carrying something that looked like a stick.
Why is she carrying a weapon? Qiao Xi thought she was doomed.
No matter how carefree she usually is, Qiao Xi is still a child at heart, and she was so frightened that she felt weak all over.
If all else fails, she could just kill herself; that's how it's portrayed in TV dramas. But soon Qiao Xi thought that it was better to live a miserable life than to die, and that she could just live one day at a time.
As the man drew closer, Qiao Xi began to ramble incoherently:
"Hero, hero, great knight, please...please let me go! I haven't decided on my college application yet, I...I don't even know how I did on the exam, and I haven't even confessed to the boy I have a crush on!"
The man paused, thinking to himself, "What kind of nonsense is this?"
Qiao Xi took a deep breath, clenched her hands, and her mind raced. What should she do now?
The other party has weapons, so survival is the top priority. Qiao Xi couldn't figure out the newcomer's temperament, but she knew that she couldn't provoke him under any circumstances.
She can't escape now, so if she wants to maneuver, she should try to say things that this person might like to hear:
"Hero, handsome guy, good-looking man."
The man stood there, looking at her.
Seeing that he didn't react, and remembering that he was the groom and that today was their wedding day in this world, Qiao Xi steeled her heart and decided to go all out. "Husband! Husband! My dear husband! Let's talk this out. Put the stick down first."
"..."
Fearing the girl might say something else offensive, the man acted swiftly, flicking the barrel of his gun to lift her bright red veil. "Whoosh—"
The tip of the gun gently brushed against Qiao Xi's bright cheek, feeling a little cool and itchy. Suddenly, her vision brightened, and Qiao Xi's eyelashes trembled as she timidly raised her head.
Qiao Xi looked into the other person's amber eyes, which were as still as a rock. He wasn't the pig-headed man she had imagined, but a tall and handsome man.
The golden patterns are eye-catching, and its aloof temperament is like the snow-capped mountains.
Inside the bridal chamber, a pair of dragon and phoenix candles burned quietly, crackling twice in the dim light.
The man remained silent; he detected no demonic aura in the girl.
Qiao Xi stared at him for a long time, then tentatively whispered, "You...are you here to marry me?"
The man frowned slightly.
Qiao Xi's gaze fell on the gun in the man's hand again, and she seemed to think of something.
"So, are you here to steal the bride?"
The man frowned slightly after hearing this.
But because of those words, he looked closely at the girl in front of him.
It looks great.
But that's all.
"You have misunderstood. I have come here because of the sea monsters that are causing trouble."
He recounted the event in a cold, emotionless voice.
Qiao Xi tilted her head slightly.
But after being rescued, where should she go? Qiao Xi was briefly lost in thought; she wanted to go back to her original world.
She then asked, "Are you very capable?"
The man had intended to leave, but she amused him with her unexpected remark and nodded.
Seeing him nod, Qiao Xi hesitated for a moment, as she was still confused about how she had transmigrated to this place.
So she arched her eyebrows, her smile somewhat forced, and raised one arm, the jewelry on her body jingling crisply a few times:
"Hello, I'm a high school student. I don't have any family here. If you're really capable, could you send me back to school?"
The man watched her slightly childish movements. The oversized wedding dress was clearly ill-fitting, and the wide sleeves slipped down with the movement of raising her arms, revealing a section of her fair arm, which looked like a piece of warm jade in the candlelight.
He lowered his eyes slightly, without much hesitation. The pair of dragon and phoenix candles were still burning, their soft light falling on the corners of his eyes.
"Let me take you away first."
Qiao Xi was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, but quickly reacted. She lifted her skirt and followed the man out.
The moment Qiao Xi stepped out of the bridal chamber and saw five figures flying in the air in the distance, wielding weapons and using red, green, purple, and other colored lights to deal with the black creature, she knew she could never go back.
This is a completely different world.
Even Qiao Xi's worldview was slightly shattered.
The coastal area is currently covered with slimy creatures, and the sound of giant waves crashing can be heard in the distance in the dark night.
Qiao Xi followed behind the man, carrying her heavy dress, which jingled and clanged.
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What if you were transported into a manga, especially an action-adventure anime?
In response, Qiao Xi, drawing on her years of experience reading comics under the covers with a flashlight until she became nearsighted, summed it up in one sentence: Cling tightly to the protagonist's leg! If possible, cling to both legs! Like a koala, hang on to the protagonist!
As everyone knows, protagonists are a magical species. No matter how harsh the environment, how dangerous the crisis, or how difficult the fate, the protagonist can always find a way out of seemingly hopeless situations.
Even in plots that seem like a dead end, a cheat code might suddenly appear just because the other party is the protagonist.
One cheat code isn't enough, then let's have a rain of cheat codes.
The protagonist said he wanted treasure, and then treasure appeared.
The protagonist said he needed a map, and so a map was created.
The protagonist said he wanted superpowers, and so he got superpowers.
The protagonist will never be in trouble, will always be powerful, will always be young, will always be beautiful... cough cough, I'm getting off-topic.
In short, if you really have to wear it, sticking close to the main character is the safest bet!
Qiao Xi's active mind and the comics she had secretly read over the years came in handy at this moment—helping her quickly accept the fact that she had traveled through time and to judge that the man was probably the protagonist type.
She was in a battlefield, but she didn't know why there was a war.
Unlike what is depicted in comics, only by experiencing it firsthand can one truly understand how terrifying it is.
"How terrifying." Qiao Xi had never experienced anything like this before.
She followed closely behind the man. The various ornaments hanging from her wedding dress reflected the light in the night, jingling with every step she took.
Then another loud bang rang out, startling Qiao Xi so much that she trembled and froze in place, unable to move her legs.
Another loud bang, and the man was about to walk away.
Qiao Xi quickly called out, "Hey, don't... don't go!"
Because she wasn't familiar with the other person, she subconsciously kept her voice down, and the surroundings were noisy.
She thought the man wouldn't hear her, but to her surprise, he stopped, turned around, and looked back with a serious expression and a slight frown.
The two were more than a meter apart. Qiao Xi, holding up her cumbersome dress, waved awkwardly and smiled, "Um, I might be too scared to walk. Could you slow down?"
She was too embarrassed to ask someone to stop and wait for her.
Upon hearing this, the man walked over and his gaze fell on her feet: "Where are your shoes?"
"That thing was too heavy, I lost it. Do you like it? Do you want it? I'll go back and look for it for you."
No.
“…Oh.” Qiao Xi paused.
The man shifted his gaze from her muddy feet. The wind picked up, and the distant sounds faded away. He said, "This area is plagued by sea monsters. I have already subdued the culprits. For now, I don't need to get involved in the rest. If you have nowhere to go and are truly afraid..."
As he spoke, the man extended a hand to her, "Take this hand, I'll lead you home."
His hands were large, with long, strong fingers and distinct knuckles. Because they were covered by a glove, it was impossible to tell if they had calluses from years of fighting.
Qiao Xi looked at the man's palm and blinked. The night wind was cool. Just as the man had said, the shouting gradually stopped, and in the end, only the sound of the wind passing between the two of them remained.
Qiao Xi's hesitant manner puzzled the other party.
The man asked her, "What are your concerns?"
Qiao Xi hesitated, "I've never held a strange man's hand before, I'm a little... embarrassed."
The man found the girl a bit amusing, but he respected her opinion.
Now that the fighting has subsided, he told her, "Wait until it's convenient for you before you leave."
"And what about you?" Qiao Xi looked at him.
"I'm not leaving."
Qiao Xi was relieved to hear this and sat down on a nearby rock.
Looking at the stars in the sky, she felt an indescribable sense of life.
It's so nice to be able to sit here relaxed, without worrying about getting married or dying.
Qiao Xi looked around and saw that the five people who had dealt with the shadowy figures not long ago were nowhere to be seen.
She looked at the man; he seemed to have just said "siren."
Where exactly is this?
Mokras looked puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Qiao Xi snapped out of her reverie and tried to smooth things over: "It's nothing. I was just wondering if you were tired? Why don't you sit down for a while?"
The fishy smell around him reminded Morax of something unpleasant, and he shook his head slightly: "It's alright, I can just stand."
Qiao Xi nodded, then suddenly remembered: "I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Qiao Xi, Qiao as in tall trees, and Xi as in the particle with no real meaning."
A modal particle with no real meaning...
An interesting self-introduction; the man nodded slightly.
He introduced himself: "Morax."
Anyone who hears this name will immediately realize that the person standing before them is the Rock King Emperor.
But Qiao Xi blinked her big eyes, looking at the man with a dazed expression: "Mo... what?"
"..."
"Morax".
Qiao Xi understood now. She tilted her head and smiled, her bright eyes and white teeth showing: "Hello, Morax, thank you for saving me."
A note from the author:
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