Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

Scorched earth, a shocking sight of scorched earth.

I thought the withered and yellow scenery outside was bad enough, but I didn't expect to find true despair after stepping into the space.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of decay, and the once fertile land was cracked into pieces, resembling a dried-up riverbed.

I covered my mouth and nose, and took a difficult step forward, the soil beneath my feet instantly turning to dust.

Fear coiled around my heart like vines, and I could almost hear it pounding violently.

"What...what exactly happened?" My voice was dry, like sandpaper rubbing together, with a slight, barely concealed tremor.

Gong Lin stood silently beside me, his brows furrowed, radiating a chilling aura that was even colder than this scorched earth.

I had never seen him with such a solemn expression, which made me even more uneasy.

Trying to calm myself, I attempted to activate the power of space, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea—there was no response whatsoever.

The space, once full of life, now resembles a frail old man, on his deathbed.

The change in location directly impacted my career.

This is not only a personal loss for me, but also affects many merchants who rely on my supply.

Before I could recover from the shock of the spatial shock, Supplier Zhang stormed into my office with several people.

"Miao Qing! What do you mean by this? What about the goods you promised? Our customers are waiting, how are we supposed to explain this?" General Manager Zhang's voice was very loud, and his spittle almost sprayed onto my face. Several people behind him also shouted, and the office was in complete chaos.

I suppressed my panic and explained, "Mr. Zhang, this situation is a bit unusual; there's been an unexpected incident. Please give me a little more time..."

"An accident? What kind of accident could leave you unable to produce any goods? We've been cooperating for so long, is this how you treat your partners?" Mr. Zhang interrupted me mercilessly, his tone full of doubt and dissatisfaction.

“I…” I tried to explain, but the words stuck in my throat.

The secrets of this space, I cannot speak of, nor dare I speak of.

Seeing my silence, Supplier Zhang sneered, "Miao Qing, I don't care what happens to you, we only care about the results. If you can't deliver on time, don't blame us for being impolite and terminating our cooperation!"

After he finished speaking, he turned to leave.

I took a deep breath. "Mr. Zhang, please wait." "Mr. Zhang, you're right, business is business. Since I can't deliver on time, then let's terminate our cooperation." My tone was calm, without a trace of panic.

Mr. Zhang was taken aback, seemingly not expecting me to agree so readily.

The people behind him exchanged glances, and their shouts gradually subsided.

“However,” I paused, a confident smile playing on my lips, “I believe this problem can be resolved soon, and I hope Mr. Zhang won’t regret his decision today.”

Mr. Zhang scoffed dismissively, "Quite the boast, huh? Let's wait and see!" With that, he led his men away.

I watched their retreating figures, my gaze resolute and unwavering.

The space crisis is indeed thorny, but I, Miao Qing, have never been one to give up easily.

Back in the office, I saw Gong Lin deep in thought in front of the computer, with some symbols and charts on the screen that I couldn't understand.

He noticed my arrival, looked up, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes: "There's been progress."

"Really?" A glimmer of hope ignited in my heart.

Gong Lin nodded and turned the computer screen towards me: "I contacted a friend who specializes in studying unusual events, and he provided some clues based on your description of the spatial situation."

The information on the screen shows that similar anomalies have occurred in history, mostly related to some kind of mysterious energy fluctuations.

Although these clues are vague, they at least give us a direction.

I looked at Gong Lin, my heart filled with gratitude and love.

At times like these, he always provides me with the greatest support and reliance.

"Thank you, Gong Lin." I held his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm, and my heart was filled with strength.

“We’ll solve this together.” Gong Lin grasped my hand in return, his eyes firm yet gentle.

Over the next few days, we followed the clues and traveled around looking for a way to resolve the space crisis.

We consulted numerous ancient books and visited many experts and scholars, but we still couldn't find a definitive answer.

Just when we were about to give up, Gong Lin's friend provided a new clue—an ancient temple located deep in the mountains, which is said to hold the secrets of space.

We set off immediately, and after a bumpy journey, we finally arrived at our destination at sunset.

The ancient temples, nestled in the dense jungle, appear mysterious and solemn.

As soon as we stepped into the temple, a powerful force greeted us...

"Wait," I grabbed Gong Lin's arm, "this feeling..."

This feeling is exactly the same as when space collapses!

Alarm bells rang in my mind, and I instinctively wanted to back away, but I was firmly bound by an invisible force and could not move.

Gong Lin was in the same situation as me; his expression was solemn, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

The air around us seemed to freeze, and a gloomy atmosphere enveloped us, making it hard for me to breathe.

"Amitabha." An aged voice came from deep within the temple, and an old monk in a kasaya slowly walked out. He had a kind face, but he carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Esteemed guests, this is a forbidden area of ​​our temple. Please leave immediately."

I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm: "Master, we have no ill intentions here; we simply wish to seek some clues..."

The old monk shook his head: "The temple's secrets are inviolable. Please leave, both of you." His tone was unquestionable, leaving no room for negotiation.

My heart sank. Was we going to come all this way only to return empty-handed?

I turned to look at Gong Lin, whose brows were furrowed, clearly also pondering a solution.

Gong Lin stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply to the old monk: "Master, we know we have disturbed you, but this matter is of great importance. Please have mercy and guide us." His tone was sincere and humble, without a trace of arrogance.

The old monk looked at him, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes: "Since you are sincere, I cannot ignore you. However, the secrets of the temple cannot be easily revealed to others."

Gong Lin did not give up and continued, "Master, we are not after the temple's secrets, but only seek a way to resolve the crisis. If my crisis continues to worsen, it will bring disaster to countless people."

The old monk was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Very well, I will give you a hint. Everything in the world is about 'balance'. Remember, everything has its balance, and breaking the balance will inevitably bring disaster."

“Balance…” I repeated the word softly, lost in thought.

Although the old monk's suggestion was subtle, it gave us a new direction.

We thanked the old monk again and then left the temple.

On the way back, I couldn't help but say to Gong Lin, "I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve, actually managing to persuade the old monk to give us a hint."

Gong Lin smiled and said, "It's just sincerity."

I looked at him, my heart filled with admiration.

His calmness, wisdom, and sincerity always bring me surprises and hope.

“Balance…” I murmured those two words again, when suddenly a thought flashed through my mind. “Gong Lin, do you think it’s possible that some kind of balance in the space has been broken, which caused this crisis?”

Gong Lin nodded: "Possibly. It seems we still need to find an expert who is proficient in this field."

I immediately thought of someone—Professor Wang, a mysterious scholar renowned in the field of research on the supernatural.

Perhaps he can help us find the answer.

"I know who to go to." My eyes were firm, and my tone was full of confidence.

"Who?" Gong Lin asked.

I took out my phone and dialed a number. "Professor Wang, it's been a long time..." Professor Wang's residence was less an academic sanctuary and more a gathering place for charlatans.

The dimly lit room was filled with a nauseating smell of incense, and the walls were covered with strange talismans and totems.

Professor Wang himself looked like an old zombie who had crawled out of an ancient tomb, with a pale face and sinister eyes.

After listening to my story, he tapped his withered fingers lightly on the table, making an unsettling "tap-tap" sound.

“Miss Miao, the place you’ve described is indeed extraordinary, but resolving this issue won’t be easy.” He sighed, feigning profundity.

"Professor Wang, I'm willing to agree to any condition as long as you can help me." I forced myself to remain calm and spoke sincerely.

Professor Wang gave a sinister smile, a glint of greed in his eyes: "Ms. Miao, your trade secrets must be quite valuable, right? If you could exchange them for my research results, I think I would be more than happy to do so."

My heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, this old fox was after me!

My trade secrets are the culmination of my years of hard work. How can I easily hand them over to him?

"Professor Wang, what do you mean by this?" I suppressed my anger and spoke in an icy tone.

“The literal meaning.” Professor Wang made no attempt to hide his greed. “The place you’ve described is so special; it must be hiding a huge secret. If I could obtain your trade secrets, I could study it more effectively and find a solution to the problem.”

I took a deep breath and tried to keep myself calm.

This Professor Wang doesn't genuinely want to help me; he's just trying to take advantage of my misfortune!

"Professor Wang, your plan is simply unworkable." I pointed to the data on the computer screen, my tone firm. "Your calculation method contains serious errors; it cannot resolve my crisis at all, and will only make the situation worse!"

Professor Wang's expression changed, and his eyes flickered, clearly indicating that I had hit a nerve.

His assistant, Cheng Qian, was also terrified, his face turning pale, and he stammered, unable to speak.

"Miao Qing, you..." Professor Wang tried to argue, but I interrupted him.

"Professor Wang, stop pretending. I know exactly what you're after." My tone was icy, my eyes filled with disgust. "Let's go!"

I took Gong Lin's hand and left that smoky, awful place without looking back.

"It seems this path is blocked." Gong Lin gripped my hand tightly, his tone steady.

I nodded, my heart filled with helplessness.

Although Professor Wang's conspiracy was exposed, the space crisis was not resolved; in fact, it became even more severe.

“Let’s… go to that temple again.” I said firmly, looking into the distance.

Gong Lin didn't speak, but simply nodded silently.

As night fell, we once again embarked on our journey to the ancient temple…

At the foot of the mountain, the outline of the ancient temple appeared even more mysterious and unpredictable in the night.

I took a deep breath, turned to Gong Lin and said, "Let's go."