Those time travelers that year

War, death...

Moreover, they all appeared because of his hands.

Sixth update!!! Dota is finally finished!!!

145. I always felt the protagonist needed a cool entrance, so I copied Thor's style!

Unfortunately, the damage was done. Although he had tried to salvage the situation, it was clearly not enough. There was definitely someone in his company secretly manipulating and carrying out all of this. The missiles he had personally designed had fallen into the hands of terrorists... If it wasn't true that no high-ranking person in the company was secretly covering it up... then even his recent experiences were inextricably linked to that person hiding in the company.

Thinking of this, the man, whose previous carefree demeanor and ruthless nature had been stripped away by a series of misfortunes, and whose appearance now appeared weathered, gritted his teeth. If he truly died in this desert, then everything would be over, even…

With a resolute look in his eyes, this man, whose face was weathered and disheveled, and whose heart was embedded in his chest with a strange blue-white mechanical device, struggled to continue his journey across the boundless desert.

Boom!

Suddenly, a deafening clap of thunder echoed across the sky, and the man who had been struggling to survive on foot across the desert looked up in astonishment. Darkness descended upon the desert. The rumbling thunder continued, though unseen. It seemed that this desert, perpetually scorched by the sun, was about to receive a long-awaited downpour…

For this man struggling to survive in the desert, while rain might help him endure the scorching heat and prevent him from dying of dehydration, it would also make it difficult for those searching for him to find him due to the weather. The massive explosion at the terrorist's secret base, caused by him, was expected to draw the attention of the soldiers and troops searching for him. However, if a heavy rain were to fall, it would clearly cause those searching for him to lose track of him.

Boom!!

Just as this down-on-his-luck man was agonizing over this, another deafening roar shook the entire sky. Immediately afterward, the sky darkened completely, and a fierce wind, seemingly from nowhere, swept through the surroundings. This caused the survivor's expression to change drastically. If anything could be worse than this, it was encountering a sandstorm in the desert. Clearly, there was virtually no shelter around; if the sandstorm were to strike, he would face certain death.

But what can he still do now?

“Pepe…” The man smiled bitterly and knelt on the ground, looking at the darkening sky and the increasingly fierce wind, slowly closing his eyes. If he could, he would still want to fight his way out, just like when he was trapped in the hands of terrorists. However, that was impossible; at least, now that he had nothing, he was no match for the power of nature.

If God believes he must die here to atone for his deeds, then he has accepted his fate.

Boom!

A louder sound than ever before made him dizzy and he collapsed to the ground. He struggled to prop himself up with his hands and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

An unprecedented sight unfolded before his eyes.

It was a swirling nebula, its dazzling light revealing seemingly unchanging stars twinkling with endless brilliance.

"Fuck!!" However, he was not captivated by the strange sight, because he saw a golden meteor falling from the nebula, and, to make matters worse, it was falling right towards him.

Can a person be faster than light? The answer is no. So, before he could even react, the golden meteor landed not far from him. However, to his astonishment, it didn't seem to be a meteorite falling from the sky, but rather a beam of light—an exceptionally bright beam—that landed about ten meters away from him…

Amidst this dazzling light, a figure appeared out of thin air and collapsed onto the sand. After the figure appeared, the golden light vanished, along with the swirling nebula in the sky. The sky cleared again, and the sun once more cast its radiance and heat.

The disheveled and wretched survivor stared incredulously at the person who emerged from the golden light, muttering to himself unconsciously.

"UFO? Aliens... What kind of Hollywood blockbuster is this?!"

"Wait, how did that guy appear, and what about that light..."

"Einstein-Rosen bridge..."

"This is a third kind of contact!?"

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Just as this strange spectacle unfolded in the desert, an organization hidden in an unknown corner of the world, which had been protecting the planet from disturbance by visitors from other dimensions, was immediately alarmed by this peculiar astronomical phenomenon.

Of course, they weren't actually in the desert; in fact, they were quite far away. However, no matter how far away they were, with portals leading to every corner of the world, they could reach the desert where the upheaval had occurred as soon as possible.

But this time, the door that had always served as their tool to travel to every corner of the world had, for the first time in history, malfunctioned. The scene inside the door was distorted, and they could no longer use the power known as "Vishanti" to manually open the portal. It seemed that some factor had caused the entire planet's spatial structure to be in a state of extreme instability and turmoil.

"How is this going?"

"Could it be that some alien life form has entered Earth?!"

"Immediately inform the Supreme Master Gu Yi..."

"But now we can't use the power of the Vishanti to open the portal?"

"Idiot, isn't there still a telephone?"

However, the chaotic situation also gave rise to a different idea in someone who had always harbored resentment, and he immediately put it into action.

……

Similarly, above this planet, in that vast cosmic sea, after traversing countless light-years and crossing the dark abyss known as the Kinlunga Gap, in a world filled with golden light.

A towering figure, clad entirely in golden armor, stood on the edge of a bridge that flowed with rainbow-like light, spanning an endless abyss of darkness. Holding a giant sword, he gazed with an incredulous look toward the other side of the universe.

At this moment, he was completely unable to see the planet known in the kingdom's records as Midgard...

Now, as he looked over, that planet was obscured by a galaxy that had never appeared in the universe before, though only for a short while.

But that's almost impossible...

"Your Majesty!" Sensing something amiss, Heimdall, the gatekeeper who had stood guard on the edge of the kingdom for countless years, protecting this land filled with golden light, reported the changes in Midgar to the kingdom's ruler. "Midgar...something has changed. It seems something has crossed the Jinlenga Gap and entered the Middle-earth..."

Deep within this kingdom, atop a golden realm, an old man with a single eye, a spear in one hand, and two black crows perched on his shoulder, opened his one remaining eye and looked at the gatekeeper…

I'm going to the beach to take photos today, so Chapter 2 will probably be a little late. Of course, there's no way there will be a sixth chapter; the author is going to be exhausted from updating!

146. Wake up

"Hey! Man, wake up..."

"How come it looks exactly like a human!?"

"...Could they be missing persons abducted by aliens and brought back to Earth?"

"Could he be dead?"

……

In the darkness, a series of sounds reached his ears, and with these sounds, Charles's self-awareness gradually returned. Dizziness, headache, and tinnitus plagued him; his entire body felt as if it had been run over, filled with aches and pains. Facing the combined attack of seven [Heroes], even fighting desperately wouldn't be an easy task.

Charles is currently in the worst condition he has ever been. It could even be said that the reason he hasn't died immediately is because of his hero body that he transformed in the Dota world, the weakened effect of Medea's Noble Phantasm, and the blessings of Abyss and First Flame. With these multiple enhancements, even injuries that would kill an ordinary person would have forced him to survive.

However, compared to the physical pain, what troubled Ciel even more was the Abyss beginning to erode his body. Although the First Flame suppressed it, preventing him from truly becoming a ghost or an undead, Ciel felt that his current state was very similar to that of the Lords of Cinder who were used as firewood!

If he could, Charles would really like to extract the abyss that has already seeped into his body. However, his current physical condition is terrible, extremely terrible. His body, which should have been torn to pieces by normal circumstances, is now forcibly pieced together by the abyssal matter. If Charles were to attempt to extract or expel the abyss, the result would be that he would completely turn into a corpse.

Char, who has a girl and a maid at home in the main world, has no desire to become a Lich King with his butt frozen on the throne, nor does he want to learn how to become a Lich, necromancer, or Forsaken warlock.

'Remember this!' Thinking about his terrible physical condition, Sharl couldn't help but feel resentful about the battle where he was ganged up on. Heaven help him, a warlock, how could he ever be ganged up on like this! If his opponent had been a Beast Mastery Hunter from the Cult of Sorrowful Winds, he wouldn't have complained, but these guys were just using sheer numbers to overwhelm him. Even with all his controllable 'pets,' the number was still far fewer than theirs.

Finally, in a disheveled state, as he attempted to use the pocket watch to forcibly leave the Dota world, something happened to the Obsidian-formed [Outworld Devourer]. The passage that should have directly returned to the main world collapsed, and the [Black Hole] from [Enigma] distorted the space of the passage, causing that space to shatter completely.

Next came the spatial storm, a cliché used in many novels. However, the real spatial storm gave Xia Er an urge to strangle those authors of those wish-fulfillment novels. The bizarre idea of ​​physically enduring a spatial storm was simply suicidal. When the spatial storm erupted, Xia Er barely survived thanks to the special power of his pocket watch, but even then, he was severely injured and just a step away from meeting his maker. The other seven Radiant and Nightshade heroes who attacked him were quickly shattered one after another by the turbulent spatial currents.

However, in his anger, when those heroes were torn to shreds by the spatial storm, Sharl forcibly opened his Reality Barrier and pulled their bodies inside. But this turned what could have been a slightly better situation into the worst possible one. He was courting death! Absolutely courting death! If the Abyss and the Primordial Flame hadn't been so powerful, Sharl felt he should be burning incense for himself by now.

But no matter what, in the end only Ciel survived. There's a saying that goes something like this: the one who survives to the end isn't necessarily the strongest, but he is definitely the victor, because when all the enemies are dead, he becomes 'invincible'.

……

The incessant chatter in his ears was quite annoying, but it was also thanks to that voice that Ciel was able to break free from his unconsciousness and regain his consciousness. Once he had completely regrouped, Ciel slowly opened his eyes…

"Hey! Dude, you're still alive!" Upon opening his eyes, the first thing Charles saw was a bearded, haggard-looking man squatting beside him. "Hello, do you understand what I'm saying?"

"This is Earth. Where are you from? The M78 Nebula or Krypton?"

"...Cough cough..." Charles coughed, struggling to get up from the ground. The lingering pain in his body continued to torment his mind, but thanks to his strong willpower, he managed to suppress the negative emotions and try to remain as clear-headed as possible. Although he was still groggy, like having a bad cold, he had regained some strength. In an unfamiliar environment, even a strange world, maintaining sufficient self-defense capabilities was the true priority.

"Don't you understand? Oh, f***, why didn't I learn hand gesture divination back then?!"

“No, I understand…” Charles suddenly spoke, startling the weathered-looking man. “He can also speak the prophecy you spoke of…”

"Uh! So, buddy, where are you from? Why did you suddenly appear from a golden light just now, making me think that God was opening the gates of heaven to let those beautiful angels welcome me to heaven?"

"Where am I?" Charles ignored the old man's ramblings. "Who are you? Why am I here?!"

"Although I'd prefer a mature woman with big breasts, a perky butt, and a killer figure to ask me this question..." the down-on-his-luck middle-aged man raised an eyebrow, his expression slightly invigorated, and said, "...of course, preferably at night, but never mind..."

"As you can see, this is a godforsaken desert, somewhere in the Middle East! Hey buddy, are you an alien?!"

"Perhaps!" Charles replied casually, then fell into thought. The word "Middle East" immediately brought to mind many things, such as camels shouting "Anhula Abaq!" It seemed this was Earth. However, in many stories, Earth was a place of great suffering, so Charles had no idea which parallel world's Earth this was. But if it was just a technologically advanced Earth, that would be fine. Even now, severely injured, with his limited magical energy, Charles could easily settle down and quietly recuperate, even in a place where Middle Eastern camels were common.

However, if this world is one where advanced technology is rampant, then Xia Er thinks that with his remaining magic power, he probably wouldn't be able to cope with such a situation. In other words, when faced with such unpredictable and illogical advanced technology, he would probably only be able to protect himself by restoring his power to the level of a humanoid self-propelled nuclear bomb capable of destroying a city single-handedly during his prime.

“I think you must be an alien, buddy…” The middle-aged man rubbed his stubble and said with certainty, “At least, I’ve never heard of any human with golden eyes on Earth.”

"By the way, why did you come to Earth through the Einstein-Rosen bridge? What was your purpose?"

"What?"

"I mean, um, how did you get to Earth through a wormhole?! Hyperspace teleportation, or faster-than-light jumping?"

"I don't know... I was beaten like a dog, and then I ended up here..."

"Oh, buddy, you're really unlucky!"

147. Asleep...

Seemingly because he saw another unfortunate fellow, the down-on-his-luck uncle's face lit up with smugness. Many people gloat, and this down-on-his-luck uncle was no exception, given his wicked nature. However, after experiencing so much, he finally learned to curb his bad habit a little.

Especially in the presence of an outsider who is highly likely to be an 'alien,' and while his expertise lies in mechanics rather than space physics, which currently exists only in theory and experimentation, it doesn't diminish his status as one of the world's most intelligent individuals. He understands far more than many researchers specializing in such fields. The earth-shattering astronomical phenomenon he just witnessed wasn't some Hollywood special effects. If that spectacle of a wormhole opening hadn't occurred at an unknown altitude, but rather within a city, that city would have been utterly destroyed. The energy released when a wormhole opens can instantly reduce an entire city to ruins—far easier, faster, and completely natural and pollution-free than growing mushrooms.

The alien in front of him had jumped out of the wormhole using its own body. Although it looked even more miserable than him, it recovered in no time. If he could, he really wanted to dissect the alien in front of him, but he wasn't a fool. Facing someone who could pass through a spacetime wormhole with their body and still survive, he, now with nothing left, could be easily strangled to death with one hand.

"Hmm, so aliens really do exist!" That was the thought in his mind. If he could go back, he would definitely use his connections to get a copy of the government's information on aliens. Even if they wouldn't give it to him, there was always the all-powerful Jarvis! As for whether hacking was illegal, heh, what do you think is real in a capitalist country? Money and power are what's real. Anyway, this wasn't the first time he'd done this; he'd wandered around the Pentagon countless times and stolen a ton of stuff.

"By the way! What's your name, buddy alien...?"

"Cial!" Ciel replied impatiently. After all, compared to the down-on-his-luck old man in front of him who inexplicably carried a strange mechanical object, he was more concerned about the safety of this world. Of course, he was also working hard to recover more magic power.

"Oh, Charles, that name really has a style reminiscent of our world! By the way, buddy, are you really an alien or a missing person abducted to Earth?!" Just as the down-on-his-luck uncle was about to continue his rambling, a roar interrupted his statement. He recognized the sound; it was the sound of fighter jets flying low overhead. In the Middle East, a place teeming with jihadists, fighter jets weren't something those guys who agonized over not eating pork could afford. If he wasn't mistaken, those were probably fighter jets that had come to scout after discovering the unusual weather here. This meant he had a chance to leave this damned desert and return to civilized society.

"Hey!! Over here!!" Faced with the hope of going home, the down-on-his-luck uncle ignored the alien in his eyes and started shouting wildly, pulling down his clothes and waving them forcefully at the sky.

Similarly, Ciel, who was waiting for his strength to recover and to deal with his ailing body, also heard that sound. Although he had lived in a technologically underdeveloped world for a long time, it didn't mean Ciel wouldn't recognize the sound an airplane made in flight. Moreover, compared to the crazed, down-on-his-luck old man, Ciel could see much more clearly that a black dot was flying towards them from the side facing away from the sun. Obviously, it wasn't a supersonic aircraft; after all, an aircraft flying at low altitudes couldn't possibly reach supersonic speeds.

But compared to the excited person, Charles was not so comfortable. It seemed that whoever the visitor was, it wouldn't be friendly to him at all. After all, to this world, he truly was a genuine 'alien'! He didn't want to face a nationwide manhunt by the entire human society in the absence of clear information, and he certainly didn't want to be the subject of a Hollywood blockbuster about fighting aliens and alien monsters.

"Trouble!!!" Xia Er muttered to himself, watching the fighter jets getting closer and closer, almost flying overhead at any moment. If he could, Xia Er would absolutely not choose to appear in front of a force that could afford fighter jets right now. After all, this wasn't some Middle Eastern camel that only knew how to play Anhura Abak; it was a force with a well-developed military structure, a sophisticated military organization, intelligence network, and support system. This wasn't like the world of Dota, where individual strength reigned supreme and a single hero could sweep away an entire legion. Modern society, with its more sophisticated systems, might not have individuals with superhuman strength, but in terms of sheer difficulty, the constant presence of satellites in the sky, the ubiquitous cameras, and the electronic networks covering every corner of civilized society on the planet would tell you just how much power a nation's machinery could generate when fully activated.

Moreover, the military industry's products are decades ahead of those on the market, and there's no guarantee they won't develop some kind of cutting-edge technology. For example, high-energy laser beams from space-based satellites, time-space teleportation machines, Apocalypse Tanks, Kirov airships, Iron Curtain devices capable of withstanding nuclear strikes, mind controllers, or weather control devices...

For something a bit more extreme, there's the AT field, the final battle against super mechs like the Moonlight Butterfly and Genesis. It's not that our side chose to back down, but the enemy might have Gundams.

Faced with this situation of not knowing any information, Ciel chose to hide for the time being, at least until he recovered to his peak condition and had enough ability to protect himself.

So, forcing his body to adapt and summoning his limited magic power, Ciel used [Apparition], instantly vanishing in a puff of black smoke. Meanwhile, a certain self-proclaimed genius, catching a glimpse of Ciel's bizarre disappearance out of the corner of his eye, was completely stunned, not even noticing the fighter jets flying overhead.