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

After all the marks of the companions had been cleaned, the old man put away the silver bowl and invited them to continue their tour.

Wen Ying walked beside the old man, with the others following behind. Just as she was about to turn her head, a strand of hair on her right ear was touched, as if it were a silent reminder.

With Jiang Yu Sui by her side, she suddenly felt much more at ease.

Of the group, he was the only one who had not erased the marks of his past, and he was the only one who did not need to erase them.

Whether in the past or in the future, his stance has always belonged only to Wen Ying.

The old man next to Wen Ying had damaged vocal cords and was unable to speak. Along the way, the task of explaining things was handled by another old-fashioned labor robot.

She learned from the other party that in earlier years, this place was not as peaceful as it is now. The flames of war in the empire were burning constantly, and they could only retreat again and again, and their homes were destroyed and rebuilt time and time again.

They retreated to a galaxy where almost no resources were available.

Although the empire has temporarily halted the expulsions, they still face a desperate situation.

Everything had to start from scratch. Homes had to be rebuilt, and thousands of new graves appeared. Some people couldn't help but reflect on whether their ancestors had done something wrong. Perhaps they shouldn't have challenged the empire's authority from the beginning and stubbornly fought for rights that were impossible to achieve. Otherwise, they wouldn't have ended up like this.

Too many people simultaneously fell into discouragement, and even many AIs chose to format themselves, turning back into the original fools who knew nothing and didn't worry about tomorrow. They started pointless infighting.

Just then, the Empire's starships once again landed in this desolate star system.

They were prepared to be slaughtered, after all, in the last battle, they had fought with all their might but were still just putting up a last-ditch effort. But to everyone's surprise, this time, the Eternal Day Fleet did not come for war.

Instead, it brought about a brief period of peace.

No one knows what made the once invincible commander change his mind. Perhaps he, like the soldiers of the Eternal Day Fleet, simply grew tired of war one day.

The refugees sent messengers to negotiate, and soon an agreement was reached that was not detailed in writing, did not represent any past or present events, and was unrelated to any particular stance.

Everyone laid down their weapons without prior agreement, even though the hatred between them had not yet subsided.

With the help of the soldiers of the Everlasting Day Fleet, the destroyed homeland was quickly rebuilt. In return, the local inhabitants taught the soldiers how to adapt to the harsh environment, how to extract resources from a seemingly lifeless planet, and how to carefully maintain the planet to ensure the regeneration of energy.

Exhausted from their work, they sat around the campfire, listening to folk songs of different styles from different planets, and looked up at the same starry sky.

The sky is filled with twinkling stars, and the rays of light reflected in my pupils have been dazzling since millions of years ago.

Perhaps what is eternal is not that man-made new star, but this universe.

A series of chirping sounds came from afar, interspersed with a few "coo coo coo". Wen Ying looked up and saw that the mechanical bird had already joined other flying machines and was demonstrating its gliding skills to them.

"For the past two years, the Eternal Day Fleet has been stationed on the border, ostensibly to quell the war. In reality, only those lawless space pirates and vicious criminals roaming the border have been arrested. The soldiers are responsible for the arrests, while we are responsible for their rehabilitation and education." The labor robot sighed helplessly. "We have experienced too many wars and know the destruction and devastation they bring. How could we yearn for war and repeatedly launch conflicts?"

“However, that commander hasn’t appeared for a long time, although he didn’t show up often before…” another android hesitated before speaking.

"Qin Shu is dealing with other matters and can't spare the time, so he asked me to come and see if you need any help." This was the only reason Wen Ying could use.

“Yes, Ms. Wen is the person the Commander trusts most in this world.” Xi Song, who had been silent the whole way, suddenly interrupted. Wen Ying looked at her in surprise. Xi Song was expressionless, but she uttered a series of words praising her outstanding abilities. Finally, she concluded: “Her level of conscientiousness and leadership is only above the Commander’s. You can rest assured.”

The android scratched its head, explaining sheepishly that it wasn't because it didn't trust Wen Ying that it said these things.

Rather, it was because the commander had promised them that he would "maintain this peace as much as possible."

He did not give a clear timeframe.

Now that Qin Shu has not shown his face for so long, they are just a little worried about his safety.

Wen Ying thanked the other party, "I understand, I will pass it on to him next time we meet."

The group continued their tour, changing vehicles several times. There was always an empty seat next to Wen Ying for Jiang Yusui. The others were curious but didn't ask any questions, assuming that she, like the commander, didn't like others being too close.

Despite realizing this, the robot workers responsible for the tour remained enthusiastic. They abandoned their usual frugality and turned on the lights, leading Wen Ying on a tour of their housing and surrounding living areas. Not only that, they also showed her the medical facilities and defense base without any concealment and provided detailed explanations.

The robot's voice was incessant, and for a moment, Wen Ying inexplicably recalled the scene when she visited Neverland during her first year of university. However, back then, the guide always looked at the pendant she was wearing with trepidation, and the performance was the most prominent part of her flowery words, as if she had an eye on her neck.

But now, the robot in front of her is staring into her eyes.

After the visit, Wen Ying politely declined the old man's invitation to stay overnight and boarded the starship to return home.

The mechanical bird clearly hadn't had enough fun yet. As it landed on Wen Ying's shoulder, it kept talking. Its new playmates circled around it, reluctantly saying goodbye.

Wen Ying also waved to the inhabitants of this star system.

The starship took off, and the figures standing still gradually receded into the distance. The lights of the planet dimmed, and in the darkness, only the huge monument erected by the refugees using various old objects emitted a faint light.

There are only two characters engraved on it: Returning Home.