Manual of Space-Time Interference

The sense of oppression and killing became more and more obvious in the late-night city, and gunshots and firelight began to appear sporadically in the city, but this was not due to the arrival of aliens, but due to the last madness of some people.

"3:08 in the morning."

Looking at the watch, Dialect murmured softly, and then sat down quietly against the sofa. The lunar ecosystem lost contact at 6 pm, and the city of Mars was destroyed at 11 o'clock in the middle of the night. once.

But the other party doesn't seem to be in a hurry to attack the earth. It can be seen from some official information that the other party is just hovering in the orbit of Mars and has not made any further moves.

Only one of the two alien warships that was destroyed was brought back, which was the original shock ship, and the other one was now floating in the orbit between the earth and the moon with a pile of steel wreckage.

Are you waiting for support?

The thought suddenly popped out of Fang Yan's mind, but then he shook his head vigorously and threw this terrible thought out of his mind.

"Ah! Bang!"

There was a scream from the opposite building, followed by a gunshot. Dialect pouted, then shrank his body, and at the same time grabbed the shoulder strap with both hands, not daring to relax a little bit of vigilance.

"Please stay calm, if there is a riot, we will..."

Accompanied by one after another brutal gunshots and the accompanying radio sound, the night began to slowly become clear, and the time slowly approached five in the morning, until the 58 representing the number of minutes jumped to 59. The 49 representing the seconds jumped to 50...

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."

With the secret count in his heart, Dialect also closed his eyes slightly, but the familiar feeling of dizziness in his memory did not come, and what surrounded his ears were only gunshots and broadcast sounds.

Nothing seems to have changed, the sofa is still the same, the water cup on the coffee table is still full of water, and the night outside the window is as dark as ever...

I can not go back?

After opening his eyes, the dialect immediately thought of this question, the whole person fell into a sluggish moment, and his hand slowly slipped from the shoulder strap.

I really can't go back?

The time on the watch was still beating, he knew that there was nothing wrong with the time on the watch, and he also knew that his traversal rules had definitely changed, as the voice said - the road that cannot be turned back... …

Without his own identity, without his own position, when a person is in a different time and space and doesn't know what to do, the dialect is really confused, although he is mentally prepared, but when this matter When it happened, he also felt flustered.

I'm going to fight aliens?

&nb Are you going to fight aliens?

Is this funny?

No, this is not ridiculous. Before, he felt that he could still sit here in peace, sighing, drinking juice and eating. This was based on the fact that he felt that he could return to the modern age. I feel like I'm just a passerby.

He takes his own life very seriously, including not going back with any technology in the future, saying that it is for the development of civilization, but in essence, he is actually for himself.

After a lot of experiences and travels, I don’t know why, the kind of blood from the past is slowly fading away, and the selfish desires in my heart begin to sprout. He doesn’t know where this started. Maybe it’s because he feels that the future is too far away. Before my lifetime, it may also be when there is not much danger after getting the equipment...

But when his perspective changed from a bystander to a witness, Dialect felt panicked. This was a change in perspective and identity, not just the emotional change in the past.

It's like, you used to be a war reporter in the rear, but suddenly on that day, you found that you need to drop the camera in your hand, pick up the gun on the corpse of the soldier next to you, and face the battlefield.

"Hu... hu... hu..."

Dialect kept gasping for breath, in order to slowly adjust his state of mind, and at the same time constantly divert his attention with the help of other things.

But the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. In the end, he could only lay on the sofa weakly, then lifted the watch and watched the time beating little by little...

The sound has begun to sparse, the order of the city has also been controlled, and the lights in the distance are still shining, but there is no neon in the past, just a bleak white.

He has never been a hero. He knows this fact because he still has himself. In the past, he didn't have much concept of the word hero. Even if it was the code name, he only thought it was a code name. That's it.

"Fighting aliens..."

Dialect murmured softly, he knew that he must now learn to integrate into this world, into this world that is really being invaded by aliens, and no longer have the sense of superiority and indifference brought by the "time traveler" in the past. Feeling ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because he understands,

My life is already tied to this world...

If you want to go back, you must go to the end of this road, you must go through these inevitable doomsdays, to truly correct, or save this endangered civilization.

"Then, let's set a small goal first, for example, to **** the aliens!" Fang Yan muttered, and laughed at random, no longer thinking about why he couldn't go back, but After focusing on...

So what am I supposed to do?

Dialect thought, unloaded his backpack and some small things, then walked to the window and looked at this quiet city, letting the cool wind blow.

Fighting with aliens?

I don't seem to be missing one, do you?

Research a cosmic ultimate invincible death antimatter meme star destroyer?

It seems that my academic qualifications have not yet graduated from university, and I only have a graduation certificate from an ordinary high school in the 21st century, right?

Thinking about it this way, it seems that apart from some outdated fighting skills, with such 67kg of muscles, other than bragging and playing games, it seems that I am useless?

It seems to be...

After random time travel without time, it seems that I really can't do anything...

A wry smile slowly unfolded from the dialect's face. He suddenly felt that he was so stupid before, and he didn't know how to learn something. Everything was just passive acceptance, and he never took the initiative to fight for it.

Familiar red threads began to appear in the sky, like a meteor shower. Dialect's Adam's apple swallowed involuntarily, and then he heard a loud noise. Free reader!!