She had just woken up from a dream and was sitting on the bed, wrapped in the blankets.
The broken roof reflected the darkness of the pre-dawn sky, and a cold wind swept in savagely from the cracks in the doors and windows, seemingly mixed with fine snowflakes.
Bloodstains fell on the exposed skin, raising goosebumps that sent chills down the spine.
Her body hadn't yet recovered from the intense pleasure; her legs were weak, her back ached, and there was a strange, lingering sensation below. She wasn't an innocent girl inexperienced in such matters, so she naturally understood what this soreness and swelling was all about.
However!
It was just a wet dream, so why does my body have these feelings and reactions in real life?!
Tong Su felt that either there was something wrong with the body's senses, or the body was blind.
She was clearly the only person in the room; there was absolutely no way the person from her dream could be there.
This was an extremely shabby and dilapidated house. The walls were thin and even had holes. There was no heating in the house, and the old bedding was as thin as paper and as cold as iron, serving no purpose whatsoever.
Her pajamas couldn't keep out the cold wind, so she wore her usual sweater and thick pants, but unfortunately, those clothes were already worn out and patched.
This is an extremely dilapidated house, which shows how impoverished the original owner's life was, even worse than when Tang Tongyang lived there—back then, at least they were still in an urban village.
Now, she lives in the lowest level of slum.
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Tong Su endured the familiar throbbing pain as she forced a massive amount of information into her mind. After finally finishing reading through it, she frowned.
“An illegitimate daughter who is not acknowledged by her father is no better than a beggar.”
This is indeed an urban village, and the original owner of this body was an illegitimate daughter.
This is an interstellar world. Five thousand years ago, Earth could no longer survive due to the wanton destruction caused by humans. Humans exhausted their technology and finally managed to escape to other star systems with a portion of their race, wandering and struggling to find a suitable place to live.
Five thousand years is enough time to change too much.
The cultures of ancient Earth have long been destroyed in interstellar wars.
In a world of survival of the fittest, the old, weak, sick, and disabled die first, and the remaining humans are forced to evolve by selecting the best, fighting bloody battles with alien life forms, and gradually gaining a foothold in a place far from the solar system.
Today, with the Imperial Star System as its capital, spanning multiple star systems, a vast galactic empire has been established.
Black hole jumps for instantaneous inter-stellar travel, high-tech medical devices that can be described as a form of healing for the living dead, the SkyNet system that allows entry into inter-stellar networks through consciousness, a strict hierarchy that determines physical and mental status, and terrifying insectoid invaders from outer space...
In the Galactic Empire, the royal family holds political power, the military controls the army, the Academy of Sciences represents the most advanced technology, the Council of Elders is responsible for oversight, and the Parliament is the only way for commoners to elect themselves into the ruling class...
But all of this has nothing to do with the original owner.
She was just an illegitimate daughter, not recognized by her prominent father, and forced to wander with her mother to the most remote and backward planet.
Her mother named her Yang An'an.
Unfortunately, even this wish is just a pipe dream.
Yang An'an's physical constitution is E, and her mental strength is even higher at F, which is consistently below the average human strength of D. Not to mention on the Imperial Star, even on this planet E976-INE86, which doesn't even have a name and is only named by a number, she is someone who is easily bullied.
If there was one stroke of luck in Yang An'an's life, it was the dream she had.
That dream.
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