Chapter 476: Day 4 into the Alien War Story
Chapter 476: Day 4 into the Alien War Story
Chapter 476: Day Four of Being Thrown into a Monster War Novel
An Yi snapped back to the present. There was something he needed to do now.
He looked down at his hands—a six-year-old's hands.
The mountain breeze ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead. An Yi exhaled softly, his breath forming a white mist that quickly vanished.
Time to handle that business.
He sifted through the fear-laced fragments buried in the original owner's memories.
The van's jolting, the stale smoke in the murky air, the crude laughter of men and women.
Those voices cut through the veil of time, sharpening into clarity—
"This batch is decent—we'll get a good price."
"The boss says to take them to Wushan Village—Old Wu and his guys have connections everywhere."
"Someone back home's looking for a wife!"
"Xiang'an City, Wushan Village, right? We'll hook him up later. Old friends—we'll cut him a deal."
"We gotta take a detour up ahead—they've been cracking down hard lately..."
Xiang'an City, Wushan Village.
A cold glint flickered in An Yi's eyes.
A pack of worthless scum!
But for now... he needed to get a handle on this world's geography.
The original owner couldn't even find his way from kindergarten to home, let alone navigate the map.
Just a kid, after all.
An Yi stepped forward, his small frame weaving through the woods.
Trees blurred past, rocks and cliffs—every obstacle felt like flat ground under his feet.
Soon, An Yi stood at the edge of the nearest city.
It was a small third-tier city, with cars streaming through the streets.
An Yi stood on a corner, staring up at the street sign.
A few college students passing by couldn't help but glance back at him.
"Hey, look at that little kid..."
"So cute, like a little doll."
"Ah! I wanna take him home! Auntie's got some shiny bags~"
"..."
An Yi ignored them, stretched out his psychic sense, then darted sideways into the library and out again.
Got it.
Xiang'an City—southeast, about three hundred kilometers away.
An Yi raised his right foot and took a single, gentle step.
Space folded and compressed under his feet.
Streets, buildings, fields, mountains—everything streaked by like trails of light.
When his foot came down, he was standing on a street he didn't recognize.
He looked up at the sign: Renmin Road, Xiang'an City.
An Yi stood at the curb, calmly scanning the area.
It was around five in the afternoon, and the streets were still busy.
He wandered around and quickly located Wushan Village.
Thirty kilometers outside the city, a village nestled against the hills.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of An Yi's mouth—the kind of smile that made your skin crawl.
An Yi left the city and, in the blink of an eye, was standing on a small hill outside Wushan Village.
The village was small—maybe a few dozen homes.
An Yi strolled through the village, and no one so much as glanced his way.
And then he saw someone.
An Yi's eyes settled on the new house at the village's east end.
White tile siding, aluminum windows, and a beat-up van parked in the yard.
Laundry hung in the small yard—men's and women's clothes, plus kids' stuff.
The lights were on, and through the window he saw a family of three at the dinner table.
The man was around forty, square-faced, dark-skinned, with a simple, honest grin as he served his wife.
The woman, early thirties, kind-faced, held a two- or three-year-old boy in her lap. The kid was opening his mouth for the meat his dad was feeding him.
The wife asked if he was heading out for work again this year.
The man said of course he was—hadn't the last few jobs built them this new house? A few more and they could get a new car, and maybe find their good boy a nice little wife.
The wife laughed out loud.
A picture-perfect, happy family.
An Yi watched in silence, disgust flickering in his eyes.
He knew that face—in the original owner's fragmented memories, this man had peered through the van's rear cage, cigarette in hand, and said, "The little brat's not bad-looking—we'll get a good price for him."
Back then, the man had a fresh scratch on his left cheek. Now the scar had faded away completely.
An Yi watched for a long time, until the lights shifted from the dining room to the bedroom, then flickered out completely.
The whole village was fast asleep, with just a few dim night lights and the stars overhead.
The night was deep.
An Yi walked into the courtyard, moving silently through the hallway and up the stairs.
The wolfdog at the gate seemed to sense something, perking up its ears, but only let out a low whimper before settling back into its kennel, too scared to bark.
The bedroom door was closed, but to An Yi, it might as well not have been there.
In a flash, he was already inside the bedroom.
In the bedroom, the man was sound asleep, snoring.
His wife lay on the far side of the bed, the child sleeping between them, his mother gently patting his back.
An Yi stood by the window, moonlight spilling onto him, yet casting no shadow.
His gaze settled on the man.
He raised his right hand, his index finger tracing in the air.
Incantations flowed from his fingertips, curling through the air toward the sleeping man.
The patterns split into several strands—one sinking into the man's brow, another into his heart, and the rest dispersing throughout his body.
The man frowned in his sleep, and the snoring stopped.
The man opened his eyes and found himself turned into a girl, wearing a skirt and carrying a trendy shoulder bag as she walked home from school.
A van was parked on the side of the road, its door suddenly swinging open. A big hand covered her mouth and dragged her into the van.
He struggled and screamed, but got slapped so hard his ears rang.
His eyes went wide when he realized the person slapping him was himself!
There were other children in the van, all curled up in fear.
He was sold deep into the mountains, forced to be the wife of a single guy in his forties.
He wanted to resist, but his body wouldn't obey him!
He could only endure day after day of beatings, insults, and being used against his will.
A year later, he was pregnant. When it came time to give birth, he hemorrhaged badly. The midwife asked, "Save the mother or the child?" The man who bought him said, "Save the child."
He died in agony and despair.
The man on the bed trembled violently, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, his hands clawing wildly at the air.
When he finally managed to escape that body, he found himself as someone else—a twenty-year-old college girl.
He had just graduated. At the station, he kindly helped a pregnant woman with her luggage, was led into an alley, saw a flash, and blacked out.
When he woke up, his hands and feet were tied, and he was locked in a basement.
He was sold three times, finally sold to three brothers in a remote mountain village.
During the day, he worked in the fields; at night, he was raped.
He tried to escape, got caught and had his legs broken.
On his second escape attempt, he was eight months pregnant. He slipped on the mountain, went into early labor, and gave birth to a stillborn baby, all alone in the rain.
He slit his wrists with a piece of broken porcelain and bled out slowly before dying.
The man groaned, a low, pained sound, curling into a ball.