[World #15341 · Category: Interstellar ABO]
When Yin Wuwang regained consciousness, the first thing he noticed was a low, rhythmic thrumming—like being trapped inside the belly of some massive beast.
His eyes snapped open. Battle instincts flaring, he scanned his surroundings.
The room was enormous. Every wall was forged from some kind of silver metal he had never seen before—smooth as mirrors, reflecting cold, sterile light. Strange objects hung on the walls, shaped like spiritual artifacts but completely devoid of energy fluctuations. A translucent screen floated in midair, purple symbols flowing across its surface like some kind of advanced formation array.
This must be the other world that old fossil mentioned. "Interstellar ABO."
His brow furrowed. He looked down at himself—and found he was wearing some kind of form-fitting black armor, the material stiff and unfamiliar. Several gleaming metal badges decorated his chest, and two golden stars sat on his shoulders. The style was bizarre and lacked any defensive formations, but he had to admit... it looked rather imposing.
He turned to check behind him.
There, on a massive white bed, lay a slender figure.
Pale skin. Closed eyes. Dressed in elaborate snow-white garments that clung to his frame, with a silver collar locked around his throat, gleaming coldly above the high neckline. The effect was simultaneously restrained and fragile—like a sacrificial offering displayed against the sterile backdrop.
Yin Wuwang's pupils contracted.
Fuguang.
White robes like snow. Silver ring at the throat. He looked like a sacrificial offering.
Ding!
"Savior Unit #9527 is now online! I am your temporary guide spirit, designation 'Little Deer Assistant.' Welcome to World #15341—Interstellar ABO!"
A child's voice suddenly echoed inside his consciousness.
Yin Wuwang's head snapped up, but the room was empty. What kind of demon dared invade his mind?!
He immediately tried to circulate his demonic energy—
His dantian was completely empty.
"Warning! Detecting severe killing intent overflow. Station Central has sealed your combat abilities. Please complete your mission according to this world's mortal behaviors. Any OOC actions will trigger lightning punishment."
A vein throbbed on Yin Wuwang's forehead.
They SEALED me?! And lightning punishment?! Old Man Mo—I'LL REMEMBER THIS!
"Seal this sovereign? What kind of thing are you?! Show yourself!"
BZZZT—!!!
A bolt of lightning tore through his body. Every muscle spasmed. His arms flailed uncontrollably.
"Warning! Savior #9527 has committed one violation. According to your character profile, your identity is: 'Iron-Blooded Marshal of the Empire, 3S-Class Alpha.' You are the spouse of Savior #9528. Shouting is considered OOC behavior and damages the Marshal's dignity. Please portray the author's character with appropriate composure."
Yin Wuwang ground his teeth so hard they creaked.
Damn it! That lightning actually HURT!
Empire Marshal? Three-S? Alpha? What the hell is any of that?!
I am the supreme Demon Sovereign! That decrepit old man—this has to be his scheme!
At that moment, Xie Qingyan slowly opened his eyes. His face was deathly pale.
His gaze swept the room, finally landing on Yin Wuwang—dressed in that strange black armor with cropped hair, still radiating an oppressive aura despite everything.
Their gazes met.
Yin Wuwang spoke first, teeth still clenched: "This has nothing to do with this sovereign! That old man did something!"
Xie Qingyan reached up with a bewildered expression and touched his own hair—his once-long locks were gone.
"Where is this place? We fell into the space-time rift... and we're not dead?"
Ding!
"Savior Unit #9528 is now online! I am your temporary guide spirit, Little Deer Assistant. Welcome to World #15341—Interstellar ABO. Station Central has authorized the sealing of your spiritual energy. Please complete your mission according to this world's mortal behaviors. Any OOC actions will trigger lightning punishment. According to your character profile, your role is: 'Imperial Political Hostage, A-Class Omega.' You are the spouse of Savior #9527. Please ensure your behavior matches the written description—gentle yet strong. Drawing weapons to harm others is prohibited."
Xie Qingyan's brow furrowed deeply.
Political hostage? Oh-may-gah?
I, the Sword Sovereign, am forbidden from drawing my sword?
But then he thought of his sword, his spiritual power, even himself—all of it nothing more than lines of text. His eyes dimmed.
Meanwhile, a strange gleam flickered through Yin Wuwang's crimson eyes. The corner of his mouth curved upward ever so slightly.
Hostage? Oh-may-gah?
He had no idea what any of those words meant. But that phrase—"spouse of Savior #9527"—he found quite satisfying.
"Bzzt... bzzt... downloading author's original manuscript... bzzt... signal... 404 error..."
The Little Deer Assistants in both their minds emitted a burst of static—then went completely silent.
Yin Wuwang's eye twitched.
What kind of garbage artifact is this? That old fossil definitely didn't have good intentions!
Suddenly, the floating screen lit up with rippling light. A flat, emotionless female voice filled the room:
"Pardon the interruption, Lord Marshal, Madam Marshal. The honeymoon voyage has concluded. The starship 'Falcon' will soon arrive at the Empire's border defense line. We will be passing through a wormhole shortly. Please ensure the Madam experiences no discomfort during transit. Jarvis has selected soothing music for your enjoyment."
Sweet, suggestive music began playing. The cold white lighting shifted to an intimate pink glow.
Xie Qingyan's face flushed crimson. "Preposterous!"
Yin Wuwang's mouth twitched. "...This world's aesthetic taste is truly vulgar beyond measure."
They glanced at each other—and immediately looked away.
The awkward silence was shattered by blaring alarms.
WOOOONG—WOOOONG—
"Warning! Warning! S-Class Zerg ambush detected! Shields breached! Combat mode activated!"
The pink light snapped to harsh red. The entire room shook violently.
Xie Qingyan's eyes sharpened, his body shifting into combat readiness. "It seems your bridal chamber is about to collapse."
Yin Wuwang snarled. "Shut up! This tin can is about to explode!"
BOOM!
A massive detonation tore through the starship. The shockwave hurled both of them into the endless void of space.
"Hmph! Parlor tricks."
Yin Wuwang instinctively tried to ride the wind—
—and plummeted in a straight line.
His face went pale.
I forgot! I'm a mortal now!
Just as they were about to become smears on some alien planet's surface, that useless system finally chimed in.
Ding!
"Detecting Savior Units #9527 and #9528 in critical freefall. Little Deer Assistant provides one complimentary rescue service for first-time visitors to the Mending Heaven worlds. Future services will be subject to standard fees. Mending Heaven Station accepts all forms of interdimensional currency. Fair prices, no discrimination."
Yin Wuwang screamed internally:
YOU BASTARD! SAVE US FIRST AND TALK ABOUT MONEY LATER!
"Deploying parachutes now. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1."
Pop! Pop!
Two enormous white parachutes burst open behind them. Their descent jerked to a halt so violently that both men's faces contorted in pain. They dangled like two pieces of cured meat hanging from a rack, drifting slowly toward the battlefield below.
[End of V1_Chapter 03]
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The moment they land, Xie Qingyan collapses. Face flushed, breathing ragged, a sweet fragrance emanating from his body. Yin Wuwang's expression turns grave—what kind of poison could affect the Sword Deity?