Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

Later, he inquired around and finally figured out the era he lived in.

It turns out that the blue planet had long been destroyed. He slept for thousands of years, and when he awoke again, the future had already arrived.

It is said that the planet was destroyed by an apocalyptic catastrophe. People exhausted all their resources to cut off the part of the planet that still had life, and took that fragment of less than one percent with them, leaving behind only the lifeless remains of the planet, and came to the new habitable zone in the Milky Way.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he looked up at was the towering, mountain-like statue, which was carved from a fragment of it.

In every corner of this starry sea, moving love stories and magnificent chapters unfold at all times.

He was all alone, wandering alone, out of place in this world.

Perhaps because he had been isolated for too long, he noticed signs of a relapse of his mental illness.

In fact, the word "crazy" was just an exaggerated expression used in the past when acquaintances joked with each other. In reality, he had never seen a psychologist, much less needed to.

Although he was a zombie for a period of time, after growing a new heart with the help of his lover, he became a healthy and mentally sound person. As a result, he was able to devote some of his enthusiasm to caring for society and taking it upon himself to uphold justice and peace.

Apart from the occasional strange thought that pops into my head.

It seemed to be a feeling called guilt, which silently spread during our eye contact, and then vanished in an instant before I could even figure it out.

Now, there are more and more moments when we examine ourselves from a third-person perspective, standing on the other side.

That kind of scrutiny was not objective and calm; instead, it was mixed with many indescribable sharp emotions.

This made him hate himself even more for his immortal body.

The one he loves has long since left, so why is he still alive?

A week later, the ARES base moved to Mangxing.

Although Mangxing, as the center of the galaxy, is far less prosperous than Eternal Nova, the capital star, it is still more prosperous than the planet where the base was previously located.

The dazzling world was irresistible, and the person in charge couldn't help but boast and look forward to the future, saying that with the famous "WEN" in charge, the future would be one of continuous advancement, and one day, ARES would definitely march towards becoming an eternal rising star.

As he was talking, he started reciting poetry, chanting "Who in the world doesn't know you?" It was obvious he was quite drunk.

The people at the other tables also began reciting poems, but he didn't touch a drop of alcohol.

In the midst of a lively occasion, the words, whether heartfelt or insincere, could only brush past him awkwardly, unable to break through the icy, hard shell surrounding him. He said nothing, silently got up and left.

For him, life after arriving in Mangxing was no different from before.

Training, competing, repairing, accepting challenges, and rejecting the worship and flattery of losers are just a few steps repeated day after day.

Standing on the arena, the cheers and jubilation that filled the stadium had nothing to do with him. Trampling his opponents underfoot did not bring him any sense of pleasure. He had not come here to win fame.

It's all about making money.

That sounds incredibly tacky.

He made money quickly and spent it just as fast, spending money like water, but he was still indifferent to himself and never bought anything new or fancy. All that money was exchanged for train tickets to travel between stations connecting one planet after another.

Just as he had not given up on the idea of ​​returning to the past, he also relentlessly traversed the world, searching among billions of stars for a fleeting figure and an elusive trace.

Occasionally, he felt as if those sweet memories had never existed, but were just a false dream he had imagined.

Sometimes, what isn't real is the present moment.

In the galaxy, the empire's territory is vast and boundless, yet the chasms that are everywhere remain unchanged: the gap between rich and poor, the unequal distribution of resources, the monopoly of power... the new era continues to replicate the chronic problems of the old civilization.

He was so exhausted that he had no time to care for others, and he lived a muddled life himself.

He went back to his room, quickly packed his luggage, and left the base.

He didn't have the habit of reporting his itinerary to others, and the people at ARES were used to his style of leaving without saying goodbye, assuming that he was addicted to interstellar travel and would come back after a while anyway.

This time, he went to a much more distant place than before, a desolate planet in a remote star system.

For him, desolation or prosperity made little difference. He didn't know when it started, but his eyes lost the ability to appreciate the scenery and were only used for identification.

The outcome of this trip was as expected.

It took a month, only to end up with nothing to show for it.

He returned to the platform, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes to rest, and waited for the train to arrive.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out on the platform, as if a conflict had occurred.

When he opened his eyes, the suitcase standing to the side was being laboriously closed from the inside, and a boy crawled inside.

The suitcase was bought casually a few days ago, and the old backpack I brought with me unfortunately perished when I passed through a slum.

The new crate wasn't very spacious, but the boy seemed to be very young, no more than five years old. His extremely thin body, due to severe malnutrition, was just the right size to fit inside the crate.

"Hey, watch where you're going! You've smashed everything!" someone angrily rebuked from a distance.

"Get out of the way, this is the security bureau, please don't cause trouble." The uniformed man stepped over the mess, ignoring the woman's frantic voice, and grabbed a passing passenger, "Have you seen the person in the photo?"

"A...child?" The passenger pushed up his glasses, looking hesitant.

"Yes, about this height." The uniformed officer gestured.

"Never seen it before." The passenger shook his head, picked up his bag, and quickly left.

"Who are they arresting? A child?"

People around were talking a lot.

"Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss? People who don't know the situation might think that the kid has done something really serious."

"Sending so many people to catch a kid? Is the security bureau out of their mind? Do they even know how to do their job?" another person complained. "I reported the car thief I called the police last month, and there's still no news..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of a gun being cocked came from beside him.

The uniformed officer coldly surveyed the surroundings, and the voices of the crowd gradually faded away.

"This boy is no ordinary person." The uniformed officer raised his voice and announced coldly, "He is a fugitive sent by the rebels who brutally murdered the fourth prince of the empire and then fled to escape punishment!"

"The Fourth Prince?" The onlookers exchanged bewildered glances. "Never heard of such a person..."

The fourth in line to the throne, as announced by the royal family, is clearly a princess.

"Would a prince appear on this godforsaken, godforsaken planet?"

"Could it be a mistake, or... a bastard child?..."

The discussion resumed, but the uniformed officers did not offer much explanation and signaled to the other officers to continue the search.

"In short, he is an extremely dangerous person. Any eyewitness information must be reported immediately. Anyone who covers it up or conceals it will be treated as an accomplice!"