Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Upon entering the lab, he casually grabbed a sealed jar. After taking down another alien, he cut off a piece of its body, about the size of his forearm, and stuffed it into the jar.

With a thought, the jar disappeared.

In the last world, a single zombie finger sold for a thousand points. This piece of Xenomorph meat is no worse.

Song Shuer learned quickly and also picked up a jar and filled it with a piece.

Lin Quan suddenly turned his gun around and pulled the trigger at a spot on the ceiling... A facehugger had just poked half its body out of the vent when it exploded on the spot.

The yellowish-green liquid splashed down, making a sizzling sound, and white smoke quickly rose from the surface of the steel plate.

This stuff is even more corrosive than concentrated sulfuric acid.

"Brother Quan," Song Shu'er pointed to the sign for the maintenance passage, "the aliens' lair is probably at the bottom."

"Get down." Lin Quan lifted his leg and left without the slightest hesitation.

No matter how cleverly they hide, they can't last more than twenty days. The aliens use scent to locate people; no matter how strong they are, can they withstand twenty days and nights without eating or sleeping? Impossible.

When the human traffickers came charging at him, Lin Quan raised his hand and fired a shot.

One by one, the human traffickers fell, bullet holes piercing their foreheads, their bodies slumped on the ground, motionless.

"Take one down, add 100 points, sure thing."

When Ripley appeared, Lin Quan casually tossed her a dozen or so bullets.

"Ripley... is dead. Five thousand points, I guess I got lucky."

Those who were abducted onto the ship were swallowed whole by the aliens, leaving not even bones behind.

Lin Quan easily cleared out any mission objectives he encountered along the way, and his points increased every time a bullet fired.

The people on the ship... soldiers, scholars, human traffickers, none of them were clean. They should be cleared out.

If a mission objective dies, the score is at least 100 points; Lin Quan never shows mercy.

On the entire ship, the only people who could barely be considered "human" were Ripley and Cole: one was a clone, and the other was a bio-engineered robot.

Ripley's body was worth five thousand points; he hadn't tried to exchange it for how much, and had no idea.

The stairs go down to the bottom floor.

Just as Song Shu'er raised her hand, Lin Quan's fireball was already released.

A fireball traveling at eight meters per second crashed into the alien's lair and exploded with a "bang"... The facehuggers were charred into black clumps, the larvae curled up and burned off, and the adult aliens twitched a few times, their flesh curling up and smoking.

Not to be outdone, Song Shu'er threw out grenades one after another.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"... Debris flew everywhere, limbs tumbled, and the few that had just gotten up were knocked to the ground again.

Lin Quan fired a few more incendiary bombs, leaving only smoke and the stench of burning in the nest.

"Hurry!" Ivanka's throat tightened, and he grabbed the hatch handle.

The crack created by the grenade's explosion had a fierce suction force, and the air inside the cabin hissed and was sucked out, as if being sucked by a giant mouth.

Lin Quan slammed the hatch shut with his backhand, and the whistling sound stopped abruptly.

Upon reaching the second-to-last floor, they bumped into Ma Feng and Li Xiaolong.

"Are those things down there... all cleared out?" Ma Feng wiped his sweat, his gun still hanging down.

"The Empress did not show up," Lin Quan answered crisply.

"Surviving for twenty days is too difficult. Should we join forces?" Ma Feng stared into his eyes.

"Okay." Lin Quan nodded.

The five men spread out to search, their steps slow, their fingers always on the trigger.

When encountering characters from the storyline, Lin Quan would raise his hand and shoot, the gunshots as crisp as hammering nails.

Ma Feng squinted: "You..."

"There are no survivors on the ship, so we should keep them." Lin Quan said in a flat tone, as if he were talking about the weather.

After taking down the first soldier, his score jumped up... He made up his mind: keep clearing them out.

A few minutes later, he picked up a dagger, used nylon rope to tightly bind the four grenades together, dug the hilt into his palm, and then stuffed it into his spatial ring.

The second floor was cleared out, but the Empress was nowhere to be seen. On the third floor, at the end of the corridor, the creature lay in a pool of blood, its carapace gleaming with an eerie light, its tail tip slowly rising.

Lin Quan raised his sniper rifle and fired three shots in quick succession. The bullets all embedded themselves in the back armor, but only a few sparks flew.

Ma Feng's expression changed, and he turned and retreated. Li Xiaolong followed closely behind.

Song Shuer threw out three grenades, but the explosions were too far away, only collapsing half a wall. The Empress shook herself but was unharmed.

As Lin Quan retreated, he drew his dagger, flicked the pin with his thumb, and swung his arm...

A flash of cold light, and the dagger, carrying four bolts of lightning, pierced straight into the Empress's chest.

He rushed forward a dozen steps, his eardrums vibrated, and a blinding white light exploded behind him.

Armor fragments flew everywhere, slime splattered, and the queen's entire upper body exploded into pieces.

Lin Quan stopped abruptly and glanced at the panel... his points remained unchanged.

He immediately turned back, crouched down, and threw down another grenade.

"boom!"

His mangled body went completely limp, twitched twice, and then remained still.

"Ten thousand." He stared at the fluctuating numbers, a smirk playing on his lips.

He tore open the container, cut off a piece of hard armor with glands from the back of the queen's neck, stuffed it inside, and put it into the ring.

Ma Feng strolled over, staring at the pile of mangled flesh, his voice a little dry: "...Impressive."

The Queen's blood spread across the floor, sizzling and corroding through the metal plate, emitting white smoke; but the corrosion only lasted a few seconds before stopping.

Upon reaching the fourth floor, there was a crack in the ground with dark red bloodstains trailing along its edges.

"There are still some alive." Ma Feng bent down and picked up a scab.

"The human traffickers' boat is still there; it can move." Ivanka pointed to the markings on the bulkhead.

"A boat? Who can sail it?" Lin Quan frowned, not mentioning Cole.

That bio-robot only followed one command from beginning to end: destroy all aliens.

...If you tie it up and stuff it into a ring, it might not listen to commands when you actually let it out; it might even detonate itself first.

Song Shu'er's lips moved, but she ultimately didn't speak.

"The Queen is dead. We have plenty of bullets and grenades... aim for the head, one shot, one kill." Ma Feng paused, "Splitting up will be more efficient."

In the God's Space, he had upgraded his shooting skills and was now accurate; Li Xiaolong had also developed his aim.

Following Lin Quan and his two companions, they actually failed to score any points.

Lin Quan reacted a beat faster than Li Xiaolong; Song Shuer's anticipation when dodging was no less than his.

"Let's go to the right." Lin Quan turned sideways and stepped into the passage on the right.

Song Shuer and Ivanka followed, their steps neither hurried nor slow, their guns always pointed forward.

Ma Feng and Li Xiaolong walked quickly down the left corridor without saying a word.

When Ma Feng encountered a character from the storyline, he raised his hand and fired a shot. His score jumped by 100, and he felt a surge of warmth, but then he cursed inwardly: Lin Quan, that guy, is really not a good friend.

Li Xiaolong stared at the fallen corpse, lost in thought, then kicked away the severed arm and delivered a final blow.

"Help...!" Su Mang's shout rang out from the sixth-floor corridor, hoarse and trembling.

Lin Quan pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing the alien's skull, blood splattering onto the wall. He didn't even glance at Su Mang, who lay sprawled on the ground; the man twitched twice, then fell still.

Not far away, Jin Xing lay on his back, his skull cracked open, white semen mixed with blood smeared all over the ground, his body already cold.

"26708 points... far worse than the last world."

He cleared his way up to the top floor and accumulated over a thousand points. He chose a room, and the metal door clicked shut as it locked. Lin Quan sat down against the wall, closed his eyes, and rested for a while.

Ivanka's throat was dry, and his stomach rumbled: "Is there anything to eat?"

Song Shuer took out compressed biscuits and bottled water from her bag, handed them over, and smiled, "Here, have some."

"I got it from the Lord God," she answered readily.

After eating and washing up, Lin Quan dried his hair and practiced aiming with his gun for twenty minutes.