NABC Chapter 63 Actually, I'm an Alien
Chapter 63 Actually, I'm an Alien
Russell, however, stopped caring what others were thinking; he felt like he was about to explode.
As soon as the quinclorac entered his body, the pores all over his body opened and closed uncontrollably, fiercely absorbing the nuclear radiation from the outside world.
Nuclear radiation enters the body, damaging internal organs. Then, the Tiger Talisman balances the power, and the Withered Leaf Spirit heals the injuries.
The residual medicinal power of Sissone also merged with Trundle at this time, and began to temper Russell's body and physique through the destructive power of nuclear radiation.
Now he's in a complete cycle of tearing, balancing, healing, tearing again, healing again, and balancing again.
His blood flowed faster and faster, and Russell's body was like a red-hot furnace, with rolling heat waves burning around him. The grass and trees within a radius of ten feet withered, and countless drops of water evaporated into mist. The veins on his body bulged, making him look ferocious.
"No, you look like you're about to explode." Fan Xian, pushed back by the heatwave, couldn't help but say.
He had been feeling suffocated by his loneliness for years, and now that he had finally met a fellow villager who seemed to be a true time traveler, he didn't want to give up hope so soon.
"Not quite," Russell said with difficulty.
Although the feeling of being torn open and then stitched back together wasn't pleasant, he could sense that he was adapting to his current environment at a visible speed.
I just don't know if this adaptation is evolution or mutation.
……
After a long, long time, as the sun set and dusk settled, Russell's aura began to gradually calm down.
"Phew, I'm alive again." Russell let out a long breath, finally back to normal.
He clenched his fist, a sense of power surging from his body.
Unprecedented strength, unprecedented fulfillment.
With the help of the Dragon Clan, the maintenance of the Tiger Talisman, and the supply of the Dead Leaf Spirit, his bones, flesh, and even every cell were strengthened to an incredible degree during the recent tempering.
With a single swing of his arm, he exerted a force of eight thousand jin. In terms of cultivation level, he had now firmly stepped onto the passing mark of the Blood Moving Realm.
His physical strength is even more outrageous. According to his own estimation, his current muscle density is almost three times that of an average person.
A pistol shot feels like a mosquito bite; a 7.62mm bullet will at most cause him some pain. Unless you use an anti-materiel sniper rifle like the Barrett, you won't be able to break through his defenses.
In other words, he is becoming increasingly distant from the concept of humanity.
The only thing that made him a little nervous was that all his true energy had been completely consumed, and the cultivation he had originally developed had also disappeared during the reshaping of his body. Now his body was empty, and he would have to slowly rebuild his true energy.
However, this is not a big problem. The quality of nuclear energy far exceeds that of true qi. With such high-quality energy as the foundation for rebuilding true qi, not only can the liquefaction project continue to advance, but the quality of his true qi will also reach a new level.
"Finally done. Come on, let's have some late-night snacks."
A call came from afar. Russell looked up and saw that Fan Xian had already ordered his men to set up a simple table in an open space not far away. The table was filled with all kinds of dishes, fruits and vegetables, and the aroma wafted in the wind.
He himself was sitting behind the table, peeling an apple with a small knife, and waving at him with a smile.
Russell naturally accepted the invitation from the protagonist and fellow townsman. He sat down in front of Fan Xian, took a sip of tea, and then grabbed a piece of roasted lamb leg to eat with gusto.
The law of conservation of energy applies to most worlds governed by physical rules, and his energy expenditure was considerable, requiring immediate replenishment.
Fan Xian wasn't in a hurry. He just watched until Russell had gnawed the lamb leg down to the bone and eaten half a plate of fruit. Only then did he start trying to get information out of him.
In no time at all, the two exchanged names, and it was like old friends meeting again, their eyes welling up with tears.
Fan Xian was curious about Russell's origins, even though his mother Ye Qingmei's letter to him clearly stated that there were no time travelers in this world.
Russell explicitly stated that he was not a time traveler, but was directly sent from outer space.
"Aliens? The kind I understand?" Fan Xian paused in his apple-peeling hand, the knife tip almost stabbing him. Was this a martial arts story turning into science fiction?
Russell nodded and began his (nonsensical) explanation: "You should know that many years ago, the Earth experienced a major ice age."
Fan Xian naturally knew this; his mother's letter mentioned that prehistoric civilizations were destroyed during the Ice Age, so he nodded.
"Did you know that humans also existed after the Ice Age?"
Fan Xian nodded again, "Yeah, he's said that before."
"That's right." Russell gave him a look that suggested he was a promising student. "These new humans, with the help of the temple, frantically climbed the technology tree, and then, unsurprisingly, they messed up."
"Got it wrong? What do you mean?" Fan Xian was a little confused. Wasn't it a good thing to rapidly advance in technology?
Russell uttered five words in a calm tone: "Global nuclear war."
Fan Xian: "..."
He seemed to have guessed what was going to happen next.
"Humanity destroyed itself again, and this time it was even more complete. The last small group of survivors escaped their devastated home planet in the last spaceship and went to other distant star systems. They eventually settled on a habitable planet and established a new civilization. That's when I entered the hibernation pod. I just woke up not long ago."
By this point in the story, Fan Xian was speechless with astonishment, forgetting to eat the apple in his hand.
It took him a while to process what he was going to say before he asked in a hoarse voice, "Then why did you come back to Earth? It's not to prepare for re-colonization, is it?"
The question was asked half-jokingly and half-seriously, but I was a little nervous inside.
If that's the case, then he won't even think about going back to Daqing to fight in the palace; he might as well just stay here, cling to the powerful, and surrender. He knows a small path leading to the palace.
As for resistance? You're kidding, you can't expect a bunch of natives still wielding guns to fight a bunch of aliens who have already started interstellar travel.
Even if there are non-human beings like Grandmasters on Earth, how do you know that the other side doesn't have Force Warriors and Gundams?
Russell quickly waved his hand speechlessly and said, "How could that be? We've long since moved beyond the stage of barbaric expansion; we value peaceful exploration and observation."
"Understood." Fan Xian's anxiety eased slightly.
That means they have passed the most barbaric stage of primitive capital accumulation, and what follows is the disguise of civilization. They will not easily start a war if they can exchange resources peacefully.
Of course, this is on the premise that Earth and other planets are in the same position.
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself," Russell comforted him. "The environment here is terrible. I was thinking of going back to my hometown to see if Earth's civilization had developed to the modern level, but as soon as I landed, I almost died from the nuclear radiation in the air."
"You mean this stuff in the air is nuclear radiation?" Fan Xian blinked. He finally understood what his mother meant when she said there was no true qi in the world.