Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Miss Song Shu'er..." The South Korean youth's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Where is this?" Yamamoto Taro asked, frowning.

The voice of the supreme deity resounded in everyone's minds without warning.

New players opened their newbie gift packs and received 100 points and the foreign language proficiency skill.

Main mission: Survive on the spaceship for twenty days.

Side missions: Kill a facehugger, +1 point; Kill an alien, +100 points; Kill the alien queen, +10000 points.

Actively alter key plot points to earn additional points, depending on the impact.

Lin Quan's heart sank at the thought of the alien blood's ferocity, which devoured flesh on sight.

The protective suit you buy for 100 points can withstand handgun bullets, but can it withstand strong acid corrosion? Nobody has ever tested it.

Even a single drop can cause minor damage, such as skin rot and decay, or even complete death.

The newlyweds were making a noisy commotion, shouting and arguing back and forth, unable to stop.

Jin Xing and Su Mang simply spilled all the rules, regulations, and pitfalls of the Main God Space.

Some people were overjoyed, some turned pale, and some tried to remain calm while their fingers trembled.

"Brother Long, the aliens are no joke..." Ma Feng pulled Li Xiaolong to a corner and lowered his voice.

"Hmm." Li Xiaolong nodded, saying nothing more, but he made a mental note of it.

During the Resident Evil incident, he was too overconfident and ended up being tackled by a zombie, losing his first life.

In the previous world, if it weren't for Ma Feng's on-the-spot intervention and his guidance to avoid the horde of zombies, he would have been devoured to the bone long ago.

With only one life left and a desire to return to the real world, he dared not relax for a moment.

"Let's follow Lin Quan and the others," Ma Feng added in a low voice.

He didn't say much, but Li Xiaolong found his words agreeable... He trusted this quick-witted and honest partner.

Jin Xing and Su Mang were quick-witted and soon gathered a dozen or so young people under their control.

People gather in groups and naturally stick together.

The thirty-eight people gradually split into six circles:

Lin Quan and Song Shu'er formed a separate group;

Ma Feng and Li Xiaolong became a couple;

Jin Xing and Su Mang led a dozen or so people to start a new business;

Island people form their own distinct group;

South Koreans congregated in one place;

The Singaporeans also gathered together.

Having learned his lesson the hard way last time, Ma Feng didn't even bother to be polite when Jin Xing and Su Mang invited him.

Even though they died last time, Jin Xing and Su Mang are considered "veterans" in the eyes of newcomers.

But none of the four people—Lin Quan, Song Shu'er, Ma Feng, and Li Xiaolong—looked at them directly.

On the other hand, groups of people from island nations, Singapore, and South Korea chatted enthusiastically with Kim Sung-soo, their laughter filling the air.

Lin Quan didn't want to be a burden, and Song Shu'er disliked troublemakers; Ma Feng thought he was a hindrance, and Li Xiaolong was afraid of making things worse... He couldn't be bothered with either side.

The countdown had just reached zero when a gunshot rang out.

"Ah...!" Several newcomers screamed instinctively.

Seven or eight people drew their guns at the same time, their hands still shaking.

"Let's go." Lin Quan started walking, and Song Shu'er immediately followed.

Ma Feng and Li Xiaolong exchanged a glance, then took off to chase after him, quickly widening the distance between them.

Jin Xing glanced at Su Mang, then turned and said, "Stay close to them."

With 399 points in physical attributes, Lin Quan's hearing, combat strength, and sense of smell are all far beyond those of ordinary people.

The aliens develop extremely quickly; the sooner you eliminate the queen, the greater your chances of completing the main quest.

A dozen minutes later, they bumped into a short-haired foreign woman. Lin Quan tentatively asked, "Cole?"

"Who are you?" Cole frowned, his eyes full of wariness.

Lin Quan didn't waste any words, swiftly and decisively swinging the rope around and tightening it. With a thought, Cole vanished from the spot.

"As expected, it's a bio-engineered robot. Throwing it into the Main God Space will net it at least a thousand points."

Cole is not a living person, but a numbered composite.

"Brother Quan, this person...?" Song Shu'er asked, turning her head.

"Bio-robots," Lin Quan answered directly.

The spatial ring has a capacity of only one cubic meter. The bundled-up Cole took up about a quarter of that space.

谷葠

"Is this Alien 4?" Song Shu'er stared at the claw marks left on the bulkhead and muttered softly.

"This is a huge problem." Lin Quan frowned.

The original plan was simple: as soon as the aliens hatched, we'd escape in a spaceship, and the main objective would be a sure thing. But now, the path is blocked.

The two men took off running and, after about ten minutes, ran head-on into an officer.

With the gun barrel pressed against the officer's temple, the officer gritted his teeth and pressed the control panel, causing the spaceship's main engine to hum and shut down.

Just as the soldiers next to him raised their guns, Lin Quan raised his hand and fired two shots, the bullets passing right through his throat, leaving no time for him to react.

With 399 points in body shaping, his attacks are so fast they leave only afterimages.

"Killing a regular soldier earns 100 points... Worth it."

The moment the officer fell to the ground, a system notification sounded in his mind: +1000.

Lin Quan's eyes lit up, and he turned and lunged at the control panel, pulling the trigger dozens of times, sparks flying from the metal panel.

The spaceship was too large, with a thick outer shell made entirely of alloy. High-explosive mines couldn't penetrate more than a few layers, let alone disable the entire ship.

If it were to collide head-on with a planet, its destructive power would be comparable to that of a nuclear bomb.

The most urgent task is not to kill the aliens, but to stop the ship.

Otherwise, if all the aliens on the ship are wiped out, they will also be burned to ashes.

Alien hunters are also hunters. Lin Quan and Song Shu'er are also searching for aliens.

Gunshots, muffled groans, dragging sounds, panting, screams... all mixed in with the hum of the ventilation ducts, intermittent and never stopping.

The new players were forced to run around the ship in a frenzy, like rabbits being hunted.

"Killing story characters adds points, and saving them might also count," Lin Quan thought as he walked.

He shuffled his feet, but his ears remained alert... He heard a faint scraping sound from under the floorboards.

He spun around, raised his gun, and fired. Three bullets embedded themselves in the gaps of the steel fence, striking a grotesque head directly below.

System notification: +100.

"Shoot in the head." Lin Quan holstered his gun. "That's the safest option."

"Understood." Song Shuer nodded, lowering the gun muzzle by half an inch.

Since I won't live past tonight anyway, I might as well die a quick death before I die.

Hearing the commotion, Lin Quan rushed over, expecting to encounter the alien, but instead saw this scene.

The two bullets left the barrel almost simultaneously, and blood bloomed on the foreheads of the two young men as they collapsed to the ground.

Ivanka, his collar askew and hair disheveled, leaned against the wall, catching his breath before saying in a hoarse voice, "Thanks."

She looked to be in her early twenties, with a youthful face, but her eyes held a stubborn streak.

Lin Quan wasn't too surprised. Li Xiaolong, who died in the 1980s in the last world, was now standing here. It was perfectly normal for a twenty-year-old Ivanka to enter the Main God Space.

"Brother Quan, should we take her with us?" Song Shuer asked in a low voice.

"Take it with you," Lin Quan readily agreed.

Young, clean, and with a certain status... all of these combined are more useful than simply having more eyes.

This time, the main storyline doesn't focus on the number of participants, only on the outcome. In a world overrun by zombies, he wouldn't even bother to glance at it.

But even the most ferocious aliens on this ship numbered only about a hundred. Compared to the tens of thousands of zombie hordes in the previous two worlds, it was nothing.

"Thank you." Ivanka straightened his clothes, his voice becoming more steady.

Lin Quan didn't reply, his gaze sweeping across the end of the corridor, the vents, the gaps in the cabin doors... his ears were always open, listening to the wind to pinpoint his location.

He couldn't sleep soundly until the alien was completely cleaned up.