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Lai Chuan Huang Quan never imagined that he would face a hellish start to his mission.
As dawn broke, apart from the crisp chirping of birds and the rustling of branches, Tokyo was just beginning to awaken.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan hid in a sparsely populated alley, tapping his fingers on a virtual screen, having just finished reporting the situation to his superiors.
Outside the alley where she was hiding stood a long-haired man with droopy eyes, wearing a dark suit.
He stood against the light, his long legs were long and straight, and his appearance was dashing and handsome.
But that's not the point. The point is that he was staring dumbfounded at Lai Chuan Huang Quan, who was standing in the alley in strange clothes.
They stared at each other, the long silence intensifying the awkwardness in the air. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and spoke softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "There shouldn't be any anime conventions around here lately... right?"
Lai Chuan Huang Quan looked at the man with a twitch at the corner of her mouth, her reply tinged with uncertainty and guilt: "I don't think so... I guess."
"..."
"..."
What should I say? I guess I should just run away.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan's gaze shifted from the man's handsome face to the long, thin French bread he was holding, which had already been bitten once. The bite mark still bore his neat teeth marks.
"Um... I know it's a bit abrupt, but could you please lend me your bread for a little while?"
"Hmm?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow. "You mean my breakfast? Sure."
After saying that, he handed the half-eaten piece of bread in his hand to Raikawa Yomi.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan took the bread, and under his questioning gaze, took a deep breath, raised the bread like a baseball, and slammed it down on his head.
Freshly baked French soft bread made from fermented dough will indent the cross-section of the bread topped with pork floss when bitten, only to spring back up when released. Despite being completely harmless, the man who was hit on the forehead by Lai Chuan Huang Quan with the excessively soft bread inexplicably went limp and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"Beep—"
A notification sound rang in his ears, and the unconscious man lay supine on the ground, with a row of black-bordered white characters floating in the air beside him.
"Skill - 100% chance of stunning the target successfully. Stun duration: half an hour."
The appearance of the message signified that the man had truly lost consciousness. After looking around, Lai Chuan Huang Quan decisively chose to run away.
Just ten minutes ago, Lai Chuan Huang Quan was forcibly sent to this world by the Time and Space Administration.
After enduring the brief dizziness caused by being thrown, Lai Chuan Huang Quan landed steadily on the ground.
She wore a futuristic, lightweight nanotechnology spacesuit, the material clinging to her body and accentuating her shapely figure. She wore light pink digital goggles and over-ear headphones.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan is a former Class B employee of the Time and Space Administration.
The reason she's only a "former" B-rank is because Yomi Laichuan messed up the previous world. As punishment, she was not only demoted to C-rank, but also forcibly sent to this world by her cold-blooded superiors.
Before coming, Yomi Laichuan had read a brief overview of this world—there was no war, no internal energy, and no messy gods, demons, immortals, or kings. It was clearly just an ordinary 21st-century world, but the three C-level employees who had been dispatched before Yomi Laichuan all failed without exception.
— "Employee C, ID 1107, reporting to me."
The cold voice of my boss came through the headphones, accompanied by a faint static.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan raised his hand and turned the dial on the back of the headset to fine-tune the channel to a suitable position, and reported: "Class C employee, number 1107, has successfully arrived at the designated time and space, and is now ready to connect to the central system to obtain world data."
The Central System, the core of the Time and Space Administration, is similar to the network and cloud technology of 21st-century society. It represents the highest level of technological power and weaponry in existing civilization.
—"OK, good luck with your mission."
"clear."
With communications cut off, Lai Chuan Huang Quan glanced at the skyline hidden in the darkness. The sun had not yet risen in the east, and the entire city was still shrouded in peaceful slumber.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan raised her hand and tapped twice in the air, opening a virtual panel that only she could see. Her fingertips tapped and manipulated the panel, and the words "Central System Connecting" appeared on the virtual screen, with a continuously increasing progress bar below. It was at this moment that the droopy-eyed man whom Lai Chuan Huang Quan had knocked unconscious suddenly appeared.
Before the data from the central system had been fully transmitted, Lai Chuan Huang Quan, dressed in a time-travel suit completely out of place in this world, stood frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at the equally stunned man.
After an awkward silence and a silent stare, Lai Chuan Huang Quan decisively knocked him unconscious and ran away. When she reappeared before everyone, Lai Chuan Huang Quan was now a sophisticated urban woman wearing sunglasses and a suit, enjoying afternoon tea in a coffee shop.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan held a newspaper, picked up her steaming coffee cup, and took a sip. Having received all the data, she pretended to read the newspaper, put down her coffee, opened the virtual screen, flipped through the task list, and skimmed through it.
These were all relief missions, and the list wasn't long, but all three C-level personnel before Lai Chuanhuangquan failed without exception.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan couldn't understand why three members of the Time and Space Bureau had failed in a row in what was clearly just an ordinary modern society.
After all, the Time and Space Administration also considers returns. Compared to ordinary mortal worlds, they prefer fantasy worlds with elements like internal energy and magic. Although the risks are high, the rewards are also enormous. Only in such worlds will the Administration be willing to continuously increase support and upgrade the ranks of dispatched personnel. If she, who has just been demoted, also fails, the Administration will most likely abandon this world altogether.
After swallowing the last sip of coffee, Lai Chuan Huang Quan picked up a croissant that was exquisitely arranged on the plate next to him, took a bite, and casually opened the details of the first task listed.
In addition to the text description, the mission details also include two images. One is a front view and a side view of the person being rescued, and the other is a real-time map showing the current location of the person being rescued, indicated by flashing red dots.
The handsome face of the first aid recipient popped up along with the browsing window. The moment he saw his face clearly, Raikawa Yomi choked on the crumbs of bread he was biting and swallowed them.
"Cough cough cough!"
A violent cough echoed through the quiet café, as if amplified, drawing everyone's attention. She pounded her chest and apologized for disturbing everyone's rest.
Perhaps because his cough was really bad, the blond, dark-skinned shop assistant wearing an apron came to Lai Chuan Huang Quan's table with a concerned expression. He brought Lai Chuan Huang Quan a glass of lemonade and patted his back, trying to help him breathe easier.
Although he was a waiter, the excessively handsome blond man frowned and asked with concern, "Are you alright?" (The female lead and Rei Furuya weren't at Poirot Cafe! They were at another cafe! Tokyo isn't just Poirot Cafe, okay!)
"Cough cough... I, I'm fine."
Yeah, right!
The man at the top of Lai Chuan's list of relief missions was the long-haired man she had just knocked unconscious in the alley with bread.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan now wished he could travel back to the Time and Space Administration Bureau, grab his boss by the collar, and demand to know if he did it on purpose. Why, in such a large city, did he have to project her onto the mission target's face?
Raising her hand to smooth her long hair behind her ear, Lai Chuan Huang Quan was incredibly annoyed, crumpling the newspaper in her hand into several creases. Lai Chuan Huang Quan didn't really care whether the mission succeeded or not, but she never imagined that the administrator would directly confront the mission target in the face.
"hateful!"
Double-tap the screen to reopen the virtual screen, and in the employee information section, Lai Chuan Huang Quan's unique skill icon is prominently displayed under her photo.
"Skill: Don't Move!"
"When you shout this sentence, all the target creatures that hear it will become slow-moving, like a sloth."
Effective duration: 3 seconds; Cooldown: 1 minute.
Trigger condition: Hearing you say this phrase in your own voice, regardless of the form of hearing it.
"Skill: 100% Hit-and-Run"
"Stun the target with any strip-shaped object. The duration of unconsciousness is calculated based on the force applied at the moment of impact, ranging from a maximum of 3 days to a minimum of 5 minutes. This skill does not cause any actual damage to the target, except for stunning them."
No cooldown time.
Triggering condition: You personally make direct or indirect contact with any part of the target's head using a strip-shaped object.
Note: Indirect contact will reduce the skill's effectiveness.
Just a few hours earlier, Yomi Laichuan had used her "100% knockout" skill to knock out her first rescue target, Kenji Hagiwara, with a piece of soft bread.
Glancing at the time of death, Raikawa Yomi was once again shocked – it was only half an hour later!?
With his fingers anxiously swiping across the virtual screen, Lai Chuan Huang Quan rested his chin on his hand, his mind racing as he quickly scanned through Hagiwara Kenji's information.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan ignored the blond man who had been standing beside her since earlier, nor did she have time to pay attention to him.
The blond man stood by the table with a tray. After observing Lai Chuan Huang Quan's fingers fiddling in the air and her eyes scanning up and down as if reading content on a vertical screen, his eyes gradually darkened. But Lai Chuan Huang Quan didn't notice any of this; her mind was now filled with the three words "Save people quickly!"
As a C-level employee, Yomi Laichuan had very little information available to him.
While cursing her lousy boss in her heart, Lai Chuan Huang Quan couldn't help but let out a sour, envious sigh—if only she were an A-rank personnel. A-rank personnel could obtain a timeline outline of the mission world from the central system. Although it was a super simple and compressed summary, knowing the general direction of the world was always good. Unlike her, after being demoted from B-rank to C-rank, not only was there no timeline outline, but even the information about the target characters was incomplete.
While the Time and Space Administration is capable of extracting detailed information about individuals, its resources are ultimately limited. The central system focuses two-thirds of its efforts on the mission worlds of A-level and S-level employees, leaving only one-third for B, C, and D-level employees at the lower levels.
But when she thought about the hardships required to be promoted to A-rank, Lai Chuan Huang Quan felt that continuing to be C-rank was not so bad.
Rubbing her temples and letting out a long sigh, Lai Chuan Huang Quan pretended to take money out of her bag, casually conjured up a small denomination bill, stuffed it into the blond man's hand as a tip, and then hurriedly left the coffee shop in her high heels.
If it weren't for the urgent need to provide relief to the man named Kenji Hagiwara, Yomi Laichuan would have thoroughly read through the data package transmitted from the central system. If she had, she wouldn't have been so brazen in front of the blond man.
Because she would find that the coffee shop guy she considered "an ordinary mixed-race man with an excessively handsome appearance" was prominently displayed on the second page of the "Key People" section in the profile menu.
In a frantic search for a secluded corner where time travel would be convenient, Lai Chuan Huang Quan organized the information and ideas in his mind.
In addition to name, age, occupation, and cause of death, the information provided by the central system also included some task tags.
—Name: Kenji Hagiwara
Gender: Male
Age: 22
—Occupation: Riot police officer, Explosives Disposal Unit, Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
—Cause of death: He took off his protective suit to smoke after the bomb was deactivated, and was killed by a bomb that was suddenly activated remotely.
—Tags: Wasting superb social skills on flirting, exceptionally popular with women, easy to get along with, excellent driving skills, mechanical genius, a genius envied by heaven.
Combining the praise of being attractive to women, when Lai Chuan Huang Quan saw the comment "perfect driving skills," his eye twitched, and he shamefully had a dirty thought.
Why would such a terrible person be labeled as "the god of talent is jealous of others"?
Moreover, such a manner of death is absolutely a case of dereliction of duty. It's utterly incomprehensible that the central system would continuously send employees to provide relief to such individuals!
With the countdown to death fast approaching, Lai Chuan Huang Quan turned and went straight into the last stall of the women's restroom. Sitting on the toilet seat, she chewed on her thumbnail and sent a space jump request to the central system.
"Application received, space jump in progress, countdown 10, 9..."
After the number 0 was read out by the cold, mechanical female voice, Lai Chuan Huang Quan experienced a brief period of weightlessness before being airdropped into mid-air by the Time and Space Administration to the target location. Losing her footing, she staggered forward a few steps and crashed to the ground with a thud.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan, lying on the ground: "..."
This was the first time she had ever felt such hatred for the Bureau's differential treatment of employees at different levels.
The way the people around turned their heads was so synchronized that, in a flash, seven or eight pairs of eyes turned to look at Lai Chuan Huang Quan. The men in riot gear stared with eyes bigger than copper bells.
Because the police officers had their backs to Yomi Laichuan, none of them saw Yomi Laichuan appear out of thin air.
Except for Kenji Hagiwara, who was sitting on the ground leaning against the wall smoking.
He saw perfectly clearly how Lai Chuan Huang Quan suddenly appeared and how comically he fell to the ground from mid-air.
As the recipient of aid tucked the cigarette holder between his fingers, his thin lips slightly parted as if he were about to say something to Lai Chuan Huangquan, Lai Chuan Huangquan, so nervous his hair stood on end, tightly rolled the newspaper he had been carrying with him since entering the coffee shop for afternoon tea, and shouted, "Don't move!"
Time seemed to stretch out, and the actions of Kenji Hagiwara opening his mouth to speak and the police officers around him who were holding up shields and about to turn to face Yomi Yorikawa were like being slowed down by 0.1x.
But Lai Chuan Huang Quan knew that only their movements were slowed down; both the flow of time and their thoughts remained at the original level of this world.
Twisting the newspaper that had been rolled into a cylinder in his hand, Lai Chuan Huang Quan raised his hand and knocked each of the police officers on the head with a blunt object.
With only a three-second skill activation period and a large target group, Lai Chuan Huang Quan swung his arm, slapping the officers' heavy helmets quickly and forcefully, like swatting flies. The long, quiet corridor echoed with the crisp sound of newspapers hitting metal helmets, like cracking a watermelon.
When it was Hagiwara Kenji's turn, Yomi Rikawa couldn't help but close her eyes as she watched his handsome face slowly widen in fear.
She acted as if she had no other choice, frowning and shouting, "I'm so sorry!"
Then, with a powerful swing, and right at the last moment of the countdown, she finished off the man who had only been knocked unconscious by her once every few hours with a single blow.
[Author's Note]
The reason why the female lead is so dull is as follows:
↓↓↓ (Spoiler warning, skipping is recommended)
To borrow a comment from a reader in the comments section,
Q: Lai Chuan Huang Quan was once a B-level employee, yet he still acted so recklessly. Is there any exaggeration in your bureau's professional competence?
A: This bureau does not care about the life or death of that world. The personality and behavior of Yomi Laichuan were forcibly changed by [—], and there are other hidden reasons for dispatching this employee.
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So please stop saying the female lead is stupid. And I clearly stated in my warning that the female lead is just sweet and a little silly.
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