The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

The beacon trembled slightly, and the next moment, a blue-green light appeared in her field of vision.

"Kaba! Did you see that?" Moran looked at Kaba in the driver's seat.

Kaba tilted his skull and pulled out a wooden plaque with a large "?" drawn on it from the spatial ring on his finger bone.

"You can't see it?" Moran turned back and called to Zizi and Sentai, "Did you see it? Blue-green light!"

"Where? What blue-green line?" Squeak jumped up and down, looking around.

The moss has no eyes at all, and the tree roots sway back and forth, pretending to be very busy.

"..." Moran sighed softly, "It seems that only I can see it."

She patted Kapa's shoulder blade: "I'll drive this time! Kapa!"

Kaba quietly rose, making way for him, the fire of his soul flickering within his skull.

"What?" Zizi looked at the fingertips that Kaba was poking at her.

Kaba pulled out a writing tablet: "Blue-green light?"

"I can't see it either." Zizi scratched his head.

Kaba: ()
After Moran sat down, the seat automatically adjusted to fit her body shape, and the control screen in front of her displayed the scene inside the Valen World Membrane.

However, what occupied the main focus in her vision was not the light screen in front of her.

A gentle blue-green ray of light quietly extended from between her brows. Ignoring the barriers of matter, it pierced straight through the membrane of the mirror space and then passed through the membrane of the Valen world without stopping, like an arrow piercing the clouds, shooting straight into the depths of the universe beyond the membrane.

Moran adjusted the mirror space that was stationed in the Valen world membrane to the Starship mode and jumped out in the direction where the blue-green light extended.

In the blink of an eye, the world of Valen had become a tiny speck of light behind him, which was then replaced by the pitch-black void and the more distant stars.

After tens of thousands of jumps, a gray, dim, and lifeless planet floats alone in the void ahead.

Its atmosphere is thin and fragmented, and its surface is crisscrossed with ravines, presenting a desolate scene devoid of any signs of life.

Moran stood up abruptly, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

She couldn't be mistaken; this was the Blue Star from her previous life!

Under her control, the Starship slowly approached the dead star.

As the distance closed, the control screen captured a clearer image: once towering buildings had become jagged ruins, silently pointing towards the gloomy sky; the dried-up riverbed resembled scars on the earth; and only weathered dust and rocks remained on the vast plains…

Just then, the blue-green ray of light that had been stretching forward in Moran's vision suddenly changed direction.

It no longer points to the planet's surface, but rather, like a serpent, it gracefully coils and intertwines in the void outside the planet, eventually converging on a point that seems to be empty.

There, the texture of space is extremely subtle and unnaturally distorted, like a whirlpool about to dissipate on a calm surface of water.

Moran's eyes narrowed, all his emotions were suppressed to the deepest part of his heart, and he initiated a spacetime jump, arriving at that spatial anomaly.

On the membrane of the mirror space, the luster of the eternal golden sand flowed like ripples on water. Then, the entire mirror space seemed to be gently "pinched" by an invisible hand and instantly disappeared from its original spot.

The scene on the control screen instantly disintegrated, distorted, and stretched, transforming into a dazzling, multicolored passage that could not be accurately described by any color.

A violent force of spacetime flowed here, and strange and incomprehensible whispers resounded directly in the depths of consciousness. Shattered scenes flashed by like lightning and vanished.

Moran was completely focused, his mental energy highly concentrated, intently watching the direction from which the blue-green light extended as he continuously leaped. Inside the wormhole, all the clocks stopped running, and time lost its meaning.

After an unknown amount of time, a blue-green beam of light appeared alongside the silhouette of a passing planet. Moran quickly steered the Starship and teleported over to it.

Finally, the streaks of light in front suddenly parted to the sides, as if a curtain had been drawn back.

The Starry Sea Boat was "spit out" by an invisible force, instantly escaping that weightless, distorted feeling.

The violent distortion on the control screen quickly subsided, and the image became clear and stable again.

In the starry sky, a beautiful planet, interwoven with blue and green hues and shrouded in white clouds, floats quietly in the dark void.

Through the thin membrane, the azure ocean, the emerald green continent, and the polar ice caps are all clearly visible.

Although it is only a level zero world, it is full of life.

Moran gazed at the beautiful planet on the screen, and for a moment, he felt somewhat dazed.

The beacon's light gently falls upon the planet, testifying to its identity.

This is Blue Star on another timeline.

Not yet ravaged by war, not yet destroyed by the misguided path of civilization, the blue planet is now bathed in the light of stars, quietly breathing in life.

Under Moran's control, the Starship silently glided into the exceptionally thin membrane of Blue Star, its power reduced to the minimum required to maintain stealth and levitation, like a speck of cosmic dust, quietly resting in the membrane interlayer near near Earth orbit.

Moran turned and left the control room, returning to her bedroom where she changed into a simple short-sleeved shirt and trousers.

Then, recalling his original self with black hair and black eyes, he drank a bottle of transformation potion.

She walked up to the full-length mirror and looked at herself in the mirror.

Although she looks exactly like her past self, the feeling is completely different.

Her demeanor has changed a lot.

The experiences of these years have ultimately left an indelible mark on her.

"Zhizhi, Kaba, Sentai, wait for me in the mirror space, I'll be right back!"

Moran's voice echoed within the mirror space, and the next moment, she left the mirror space.

Xia Kingdom, Jiangcheng.

At 7:40 a.m., the morning rush hour, like the tide that arrives on time, swept across the entire city.

On the main road, the traffic had already formed a long, slowly crawling line.

The low growl of the engine, the impatient honking of the horn, and the electronic announcement of the bus arrival all blended together.

On the sidewalk, office workers in suits or business attire hurry by, munching on steamed buns or pancakes while staring at their phone screens; students with backpacks look sleepy; elderly people carrying shopping baskets carefully dodge the passing electric bikes; and stylish young people hold coffee, taking selfies or quickly sending voice messages...

Right there on this bustling, deserted street corner, a barely perceptible ripple of space gently spread out.

Moran's figure emerged silently, as if from underwater, from the edge of the sidewalk, in front of the window of a convenience store that was already open and playing the morning news. (End of Chapter)