Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

A light screen appeared:

Main quest: Survive in Transylvania for three months.

Side Quest 1: Kill a vampire, +10 points.

Side Quest 2: Kill a werewolf, +10 points...

The voice of the Supreme God resounded directly in the depths of each player's consciousness.

"Transylvania? Could it be related to Van Helsing?" a woman wearing thin-rimmed glasses muttered under her breath.

"Judging from the style of this house, it's probably correct." The young man next to him nodded, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the backpack strap.

"Where exactly is this place?" The middle-aged man frowned, his eyes still showing the bewilderment of someone who had just landed.

The veterans huddled together in twos and threes, while the newcomers listened from the sidelines, their conversations inevitably revolving around Van Helsing... hunters, vampires, castles, and the howling of wolves under the moonlight.

Lin Quan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and the lighter clicked, the flame leaped up, and the cigarette butt lit up.

In the God's Space, the ceiling had thirteen levels. He was just one breath away from that threshold.

Even if all the monsters in this world doubled in number, they wouldn't be able to touch the hem of his clothes.

The countdown reached zero, and he turned and left the teleportation point alone. More than an hour later, he exchanged a heavy gold coin for a small house with a wooden veranda at the east end of town.

The gold and silver ingots inside the ring were neatly stacked, all standard one-kilogram bars... the weight was sufficient, and there was no adulteration.

Flames rose in his palm, and the gold bars melted silently; with a sweep and a press of his soul power, dozens of gold coins with rolled edges and double-headed eagle emblems lay in his hand in the blink of an eye.

After settling into his lodgings, Lin Quan strolled slowly along the stone path. He wasn't in a hurry, nor did he check his watch.

"Anna Valeries?" He glanced at the woman in the red dress hurrying past on the street corner. "It really is her."

"The guy in the dark gray coat next to her is her brother, not Van Helsing."

After walking around the town, the outline of the ancient town was finally clear in his mind.

The main quest is clearly stated: You must not leave Transylvania for three months.

"Killing a vampire or werewolf only earns ten points. But blowing up the whole town..." He paused, "Last time we destroyed a starship in the Predator's home base, that was called wiping out an enemy nest. It's different here. The old lady selling bread on the street, the lame old man repairing clocks, the children chanting in the church... you can't blow them up."

Before the light of day had completely faded, the sound of wings flapping in the wind arrived first.

"If you walk right into a dangerous situation, who can you blame?"

He raised his hand and waved it, and the figure in mid-air exploded on the spot, leaving not even ashes.

In Van Helsing's world, vampires fear silver and garlic... but this town is strange. Under the cover of dark clouds, they still pounce on the streets and kick down doors during the day.

Lin Quan casually cleaned up a few. Anna was hiding under the tavern's porch, clutching a broken silver hairpin in her hand. When she saw him stop, her knees buckled and she almost knelt down.

The fight had just ended when Van Helsing strode over, his cowboy hat brim flipped up, his boot heels tapping on the cobblestones, a smile playing on his lips: "Hello, Van Helsing, the one who's got the hang of the undead." He then held out his hand to him.

"Lin Quan, do similar work." He reached out and shook hands; his knuckles were hard, and his palm was warm.

"Mr. Lin, thank you!" Anna's voice was strained, her nails digging into her palms. "My brother... was just dragged away."

Those dragged away either died on the spot or, within three days, transformed into a different, hairy, fanged creature.

"Hmm." Lin Quan nodded, his tone flat.

Anna looked up, her eyes shining brightly: "Can you teach me how to deal with them?"

"Sure," he agreed readily. Three months—long or short—was better than having a sharp-tongued, upright girl by his side than just sitting in front of four walls. He could teach her some basic martial arts, help her practice her English pronunciation…writing her a letter of recommendation later wouldn't be difficult.

After this mission, he plans to redeem a copy of "The Covenant of Another World" for future use.

I thought the survivors from the previous world would all land together on the new map. But instead, they were scattered in all directions.

"Want a couple of drinks?" Van Helsing gestured with his chin.

"Okay." Lin Quan followed him into the tavern.

The beer was served, its foam thick, and the two chatted for almost an hour... about hunter rules, which blacksmith shop in town had the purest silver, and whether the howling coming from the northern ravine last night was a werewolf in heat.

As Anna was leaving, she asked, "Mr. Lin, which street do you live on?"

"Take two turns from here."

"...Do you have any rooms available?"

"have."

She bit her lip, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "If it's convenient, I'd like to move in."

Her brother was missing, and the town was eerily quiet at night; not even the dogs barked. She had to learn how to hold a knife, how to locate enemies by listening to the wind, and how to sidestep before they pounced… These things couldn't be guessed.

Looking for someone to rescue her? No clues, no clear direction. By the time she finds them, they'll be long dead, or... already standing on the other side, grinning at her.

She had no choice.

After settling the bill, Lin Quan led her through several narrow alleys and pushed open the gate of the wooden house courtyard.

In the previous attack, five new recruits fell.

Without silver, don't even think about touching a hair on a vampire's head. Experienced players can hold their own in one-on-one fights thanks to their skills; newbies, empty-handed, will be caught off guard and won't even have time to scream.

After taking a bath, Lin Quan sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, and regulated his breathing. The visualization technique of gods and demons slowly spread in his sea of ​​consciousness, like ink dissolving in clear water, silently spreading.

Of the three attributes, the soul is the weakest. But in the world right now, even the strongest vampire count is no more significant than an ant in the corner breathing a few more breaths.

"To advance to the thirteenth rank, one trillion points are required."

"Last time, when the starship was blown up, a total of 1.23 trillion was looted."

He woke up to find the morning light streaming through the window. He opened the gate to the courtyard, and Anna was already standing at the bottom of the steps, dressed in a plain, coarse cloth dress, carrying a small bag of rye bread.

"What will you be teaching today?" she asked.

"Lingbo Weibu" (a martial arts technique).

In the following days, hands on shoulders, elbows against waists, ankles against calves... the movements were broken down and repeatedly corrected, the bodies were so close that even their breaths were intertwined.

Less than seven days later, she was sleeping in the room next to his, and after that, no one mentioned the line in the middle of the bed anymore.

She didn't master the lightness skill, perhaps because her natural physique wasn't suited for martial arts, or perhaps she wasn't the player chosen by the main god at all.

Lin Quan didn't rush her. He was her sparring partner... If she was slow to throw punches, he would slow down the pace; if she was slow to dodge, he would raise his leg half a second earlier; if she was weak, he would add twenty push-ups every day; if she lacked experience, he would use a sandbag as a target at night to repeatedly break down her moves and teach her how to move.

Not enough strength? Practice.

If you want to keep your life, you have to fight your way through it.

That morning, after finishing his morning exercise, Lin Quan took out a letter of introduction from his pocket.

The letter of introduction is a certificate issued to players by the God Realm, allowing the holder to reveal the existence of the God to others in the story world. However, there is a rule: if the recipient does not leave their fingerprint on the letter, the letter, along with all memories of the God, will vanish on the spot, leaving no trace.

Anna stared at the letter for a few seconds, dipped her fingertip in cinnabar, and pressed a red seal heavily at the signature.

Two days later, the vampires attacked the ancient town again. More than a dozen players fell to the ground on the spot and never got up again.

Lin Quan followed the group of dark figures all the way to an ancient castle.

"Luckily, we're still on the edge of town... If we'd gone further, we'd be stuck watching."