fantasy novels Chapter 1 This script is wrong, why is it an egg?
Chapter 1 This script is wrong, why is it an egg?
"Saber, I obey the summons. Tell me... are you my master?"
Su Changming believed that the so-called summoning of heroic spirits should be like this—
In the afterglow of the setting sun, a majestic young woman reached out her hand to a boy slumped in a corner of the shadows, and with the sound of background music, the contract was formed.
Either the earth cracks with a roar.
A tall figure rose from the ground, wielding a long sword, and stood protectively in front of the boy, his voice booming:
"This humble servant, Yu Qian, is willing to serve the Guo family... Bah! This humble servant, Yu Jin, is willing to go through fire and water for the Cao family for generations!"
However, Su Changming stared into deep thought as he looked at the glowing object on the Persian carpet before him.
"So... why did I summon an egg?"
……
Let's go back half an hour.
Winter of the 18th year of the Gregorian calendar.
This is the "Victoria," an ocean liner sailing from Chongqing to the Pacific Ocean.
The vast, boundless sea outside the window was now shrouded in an eerie gray-white mist.
Su Changming hid in a corner of the first-class cabin, clutching a Colt revolver tightly in his hand, his palms covered in cold sweat.
As a time traveler, he lived for eighteen years in this parallel world where the history of the Ming and Qing dynasties was replaced by the Great Qian Dynasty.
In my past life, when I read novels, the protagonists were either young warlords or heroes of a chaotic era.
When it came to him, he was born into a declining gentry family in the old capital. In order to escape an arranged marriage, he went abroad to study under the pretext of "learning from the barbarians to control the barbarians".
Life was going well. Even though the Great Qian Dynasty had fallen and warlords were fighting each other, the rich could live a good life no matter where they were.
Until tonight.
The supposedly "unsinkable" HMS Victoria got lost in the fog, its compass malfunctioned, and then those things climbed up.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The violent impact caused the thick oak hatch to groan under the strain.
A hissing sound, like phlegm stuck in someone's throat, came from outside the door, accompanied by the ear-piercing noise of claws scratching at the wooden planks.
That's not a person.
Su Changming was very certain.
Ten minutes earlier, he had witnessed a sailor in a sailor's uniform being dragged into the sea by a blue arm covered in barnacles and green hair, before he could even scream.
"Damn it, wasn't this world supposed to be all about martial arts and guns? When did it turn into a supernatural version?"
Su Changming gritted his teeth and glanced at the palm of his left hand.
There was a cut from broken glass, and blood was dripping down.
The blood didn't fall onto the carpet; instead, it was absorbed by a jade pendant hanging on his chest.
It was a broken blood-patterned dragon pendant, an heirloom of the Su family, said to have originated from the imperial family of the Great Qian Dynasty.
Just now, the dragon pendant that had absorbed his blood suddenly became hot, snapped its red rope, fell onto the carpet, and then rapidly expanded.
It has transformed into this giant egg, about half a meter in diameter, with dark gold patterns on its surface and emitting a faint red glow.
"Is this my cheat code?"
Su Changming glanced at the rickety hatch, then at the eggs on the ground.
"Big brother, if you were Nezha, you'd have to be pregnant for three years first, right? Those water ghosts outside aren't going to give me three years!"
"Click—"
A crisp sound.
The hatch lock was finally broken by force, and a sharp claw covered with bluish-black scales pierced through the door panel.
The stench of rotting seawater instantly filled the cabin.
Su Changming raised his revolver without hesitation.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
He fired all six bullets in two seconds.
As the third young master of the Su family, although he doesn't have much talent in martial arts, he has actually practiced marksmanship abroad.
The bullet struck the shadowy figure behind the door with pinpoint accuracy.
However, apart from splashing a few drops of dark green, foul-smelling liquid, the monster's movements did not stop at all.
"roar--!"
With a roar, the entire hatch collapsed.
A monster, soaking wet, rushed in.
It resembles a human but has a hunched back and is covered in scales.
Those bloodshot, dead fish eyes stared intently at Su Changming, his mouth gaping open, revealing a mouth full of serrated, sharp teeth.
Sea corpse!
Or is it the legendary water monkey?
Su Changming's heart sank.
He instinctively threw away the empty revolver, grabbed the heavy brass lamp beside him, and prepared for a final, desperate struggle.
"Damn it, I've lived two lives, and I died at eighteen! This is such a disgrace to transmigrators!"
The monster seemed to sense its prey's fear, letting out a strange "giggle" laugh, and suddenly lunged at Su Changming with its hind legs!
The stench was overwhelming and made one want to vomit.
At this critical moment.
"Click—"
The egg that Su Changming kept complaining about... is broken.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any special effects of holy light shining down.
Only a cold glint.
Cold and pure.
Time seemed to slow down at that moment.
Su Changming's eyes widened.
He saw the monster pouncing in mid-air, its body suddenly stiffening in mid-air. Then, a thin red line, as thin as a hair, stretched from the monster's brow to its crotch.
"puff--"
The monster's body was split in two in mid-air, and before the dark green blood could even spray out, it was blasted into a blood mist by an invisible force.
The two halves of the corpse fell heavily at Su Changming's feet, still twitching slightly.
And in the center of that cracked eggshell, someone was standing there, unnoticed.
Or rather, a young girl.
She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with long, jet-black hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall, not styled in the currently fashionable updo.
She wasn't wearing the cheongsam or Western-style dress that Su Changming was used to, but a black outfit with an ancient feel.
The collar and cuffs were embroidered with dark gold cloud patterns, and a red ribbon was tied around the waist, outlining a breathtakingly slender waist.
In her right hand, she held an ancient-looking longsword upside down.
The sword's blade was as smooth as autumn water, exuding a chilling aura.
"This is... that egg?"
Su Changming was somewhat stunned.
The girl slowly turned around.
It was an extremely beautiful face, with features so exquisite that it seemed to have stepped out of a painting. The face was expressionless, yet it exuded a noble and aloof air that made people afraid to look directly at it.
She glanced indifferently at the two halves of the corpse on the ground, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, as if she had seen something filthy.
Then, she raised her head and her gaze fell on Su Changming.
Eyes facing each other.
Su Changming swallowed hard, before those cringeworthy lines about "Saber" and "Master" even popped into his head.
The longsword in the girl's hand clattered back into its sheath.
She spoke, her voice cold and clear:
"Although I don't know where I am, nor what year it is..."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over Su Changming's well-tailored suit and short hair.
The girl, expressionless, extended a slender, pale finger and pointed at him, her tone flat:
"But such a weak spirit lord... this is the first time I've ever seen one."
Su Changming: "..."
Although he was looked down upon, Su Changming actually breathed a sigh of relief.
It can talk, it's good-looking, and it can kill monsters with a single sword strike.
Whether it came from an egg or a rock, we must cling to this powerful figure!
"Ahem, well..." Su Changming straightened his disheveled tie, trying to stand up in the most dashing manner. "Thank you for saving my life, heroine. My name is Su Changming. May I ask your honorable name, young lady?"
The girl did not answer immediately.
She swayed weakly, the sword strike having exhausted the strength she had just regained.
She still tried her best to maintain that upright posture, her gaze passing through the broken hatch and looking into the misty depths of the sea.
After a long while, she finally withdrew her gaze, looked at Su Changming, and parted her lips slightly to utter a single word:
"bell."
"Miss Ling?" Su Changming asked tentatively.
The girl didn't refute, but only glanced down at her fair, jade-like hands, a barely perceptible hint of melancholy flashing in her eyes, and murmured to herself:
"The Heavenly Strategy is broken, is the Great Qian Dynasty... finished?"
Before Su Changming could hear what she was saying, a strong feeling of dizziness suddenly struck him.
As the other party to the contract, he felt a certain energy within his body being frantically drained to maintain the existence of the "Sword Maiden" before him.
"Holy crap..."
Su Changming only managed to utter those two words before his vision went black and he fell straight backward.
In the last second before consciousness went dark.
He felt a pair of cool yet soft hands supporting him, and a faint fragrance lingered around his nose.
"How frail..."
A girl's whisper, tinged with disdain yet utterly helpless, reached his ears.
"Fine, now that you've awakened me, I'll protect you."
This was the last thing Su Changming heard before he fell into a coma.