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

It was already late at night when training ended.

Qin Shu quickly packed his things and headed to his dormitory.

Although we have a house outside, it's more convenient for us to stay in the dormitory for training purposes recently.

Knowing his quiet nature, the school not only arranged a deluxe single room for him, but also ensured that no one else lived on the floor where his room was located.

I took off the personal computer as soon as I entered the house and took a shower in the bathroom.

The clothes were piled to one side, but the pendant was still hanging around her neck. Under the cold white light, the black pendant seemed to absorb all the light, like a solidified night.

Qin Shu dried himself off. In the mirror, his body, now back to its youthful form, was still covered with many scars, but far fewer than before.

This body is new.

To be precise, it's newly grown, including the bone.

The fire five years ago did not take his life, but only added a few wounds that healed quickly. The "death" that made his body young again was carried out at the Neverland experimental base.

Countless disassembled and continuously regrown, absolutely hardened bones were assembled into an indestructible mech.

It didn't seem too difficult to get started, after all, he had done it before in his previous life, and he was already very familiar with the process.

The sword that broke in his hands and was reforged by him is now kept in the emperor's secret armory. To this day, it is still worshipped as a divine weapon, and the emperor still calls it by the same name as before.

The so-called "God-Slaying Blade".

Legend has it that when the empire was first established, the emperor of that time used this very sword to quell all the unrest.

"Unfortunately, after so many years, its sturdiness is no longer what it used to be."

The emperor's voice, growing increasingly aged, was filled with sighs.

Qin Shu expressionlessly withdrew his gaze from the knife.

That evening, the other owner of the body left him a brief note.

The other person had similar thoughts, so during a mission, he revealed his ability to be immortal.

He could foresee all the consequences: cooperating with experiments, having his blood drawn for research. He had experienced all of this before, and there was nothing to be afraid of. If he wanted to gain power quickly, this was the only way.

After all, he had received some information that might lead him to Wen Ying's side.

On the planet called Neverland, adjacent to Eternal Nova, there exists a research base specifically established to treat patients with Empty Shell Syndrome. The people there are researching something called a "system," through which the taskmaster who awakens the patients with Empty Shell Syndrome can enter the patient's world of consciousness.

Wen Ying once had such a system, except that the place the system took her to was reality.

For him, there was little difference between the virtual and the real world when she was there.

The path to promotion in the Royal Guard is so short; as a mere guard, one will never be able to uncover the secrets of Neverland.

Who knows, maybe they really did develop a time machine in the end? He couldn't help but speculate about this possibility.

He was tormented every day he couldn't find her and couldn't die; his mind was on the verge of collapse.

After the mecha was completed, the other consciousness in the body was also separated. The other had long planned to do this, to have a body with him instead of being disgustingly squeezed together, but for various reasons it could not be done. Now it has finally come true.

Qin Shu didn't know what he was, just as he didn't understand how he, who was no different from a monster, should be defined in this world.

Perhaps because the skeleton that created the mecha is also a body, another consciousness can control it with ease, using it as simply as using hands and feet.

He didn't care about it; the feeling of having his tendons and bones pulled out was something the other person had to endure more of.

The man's control over the mecha actually made Qin Shu's mission go more smoothly. Since they had paid every possible price, they were willing to do anything to achieve their goal. At least on this point, they were in agreement.

Now, trouble has arisen again. The emperor, who has always been wary of those around him, has reached an unprecedented level of trust in him, and has decided to cultivate him into a new sharp blade capable of sweeping away all obstacles.

He seemed to have gotten what he wanted. But he never expected that, in the end, the time machine he had been searching for was not created by anyone in Neverland using advanced technology, but by himself, whom he had hated and loathed countless times and wanted to destroy.

...

Blue Star.

Date unknown.

The girl beside him was fast asleep, and the mechanical bird curled up its wings and huddled next to the pillow.

The blanket covered half of her face. Qin Shu slowly reached out and gently pulled the corner of the blanket down a few centimeters, revealing her complete sleeping face.

He gazed at her silently for a long time.

In the hundreds of days and nights since he returned to her side, he still couldn't fully express all the longing he had felt over the years.

Only now, having reached this point, did he truly understand what she meant when she remained silent in the face of his questions after she had confessed everything to him on the rooftop many years ago, amidst the first snowfall.

Therefore, he cannot make the same mistake again, causing her to ask, with great pain, who she wants to see through those eyes, just as he did back then.

Moreover, Wen Ying doesn't love him now.

She had no impure thoughts even when she kissed him.

No matter how grand the love was, it was all from a past life, weighing heavily on him like snow that was hard to melt. He could bear this secret alone.

He got up, returned to the cockpit, synchronized his memories into it, and set the password.

A virtual screen floats beside you, and the person who always smiles at it is sleeping soundly. There's no need to play the innocent and naive role here. The screen, surrounded by light, is empty and indifferent, containing nothing.

The snowfall outside the porthole had stopped, and Qin Shu handed a folded note to the other person.

When should I hand it over to her?

The other party's tone was somewhat uncertain. Not only now, but ever since this mecha traveled through time and space and first landed in front of Wen Ying, he had been in a state of hesitation.

The person who mocked her back then, saying "I'll definitely find her before you," still doesn't have the courage to appear before her in person.

Instead, it acts as a virtual screen that only stumbles through using emoticons and is always freezing and crashing.

Qin Shu never tried to understand others, but at this moment he understood her feelings. After all, he was the same way, having put freedom and equality aside, and willingly accepted the title of "pet" to stay by her side.

"When she asked me about it herself," Qin Shu said.

Beneath the glove, the wound from being pricked by a needle a while ago had not yet healed. Later, he conducted experiments on other parts of his body and clearly discovered that the ability of unlimited self-healing was slowly disappearing from his body.

He was given the right to die again.

This body, which had once relied on "immortality" and acted recklessly, finally suffered a backlash. Countless wounds, large and small, new and old, were screaming in pain, trying to tear his body and soul apart. He had an increasingly strong premonition that he was about to die.

Therefore, he had to make all the necessary preparations and transfer all authority to her so that she could travel freely and without worry, whether she stayed in this land or went to that sea of ​​stars.

If she witnesses the injustices of the Empire and feels compassion, she can confidently use the Eternal Day Fleet to overthrow the corrupt regime. If she wants to take a different path and avoid conflict, this mech is sufficient to protect her and take her back to a peaceful era.

If she no longer asks anyone about him, and doesn't intend to mention him, her "pet," again.

Qin Shu lowered his gaze; the girl in her sleep still had her eyes closed peacefully.

Nothing in the future will happen, and they will never meet again. He will be completely wiped out, all traces erased.

This is the worst possible outcome.

Qin Shu felt neither sorrow nor joy.

Everything has a price. If this is the price of returning to her side, then he accepts it. If this fate is written by her own hand, he will gladly accept it.

It was almost dawn; it was time to leave.

Qin Shu stood up, and a few seconds later, he couldn't help but lean down and finally placed a very light kiss on her forehead.

He may never be redeemed or forgiven, but until then, he still wants to look at her.

He placed a necklace around her neck, and with the embellishment of seashells, the dull pendant seemed to become more vibrant, shimmering with a faint light.

Like the tender eyes gazing at a lover.