自創小說的集合地

Moon Star Moon Isekai Chapter 1 Continues She lived by working part-time, occasionally reading novels or playing games late at night, her days passing uneventfully. The night before, on her way home from the convenience store, she stepped into the middle of the road to avoid a runaway car. Blinding headlights. Sharp braking sounds. Then, a white light. Moon Star Moon closed her eyes, trying to sort through her jumbled memories. She remembered her original twenty-year life. She also remembered the twelve years of experience of this other world's body. The owner of this body was also named Moon Star Moon, an orphan near White Stone Town. Her parents died when she was young from an attack by magical beasts in the forest, and since then, she had barely survived on the town's relief and odd jobs. However, she wasn't homeless. In White Stone Town, there was a wooden house left by her parents. The house wasn't large, but it was the home her parents had built with their own hands before they died. However, due to years of disrepair and financial difficulties in recent years, the original owner rarely lived there, mostly finding places to sleep outside the town or on the edge of the forest. That wooden house still belonged to her. As long as she returned to White Stone Town, she would have a place to truly call home. A few days ago, she entered the forest alone to gather a type of medicinal herb that could be sold for money. She ended up encountering a blizzard. And later, she collapsed in this abandoned hunter's cabin. “So… it was a soul fusion?” Moon Star Moon looked at herself in the mirror. Regardless, this body was now hers.

On the first day Shen Jing moved into his new apartment, his downstairs neighbor knocked on his door. It was an elderly man with graying hair, smiling politely. "Young man, welcome. Just a reminder, try not to walk around too much after 11 PM." Shen Jing asked why. The old man said, "My wife is a light sleeper, she gets easily disturbed by noise." Shen Jing nodded in agreement, thinking the request was quite reasonable. For the next month, Shen Jing was very compliant. After 11 PM, he wouldn't even wear slippers, walking barefoot. But one night, he worked late and got home close to midnight. He was so tired that he forgot about it, and his slippers dragged a few steps on the floor. The next morning, the old man knocked on his door again. This time, his smile was gone. "Young man, I told you yesterday." Shen Jing quickly apologized. The old man stared at him for a few seconds, then turned and went downstairs. That evening, Shen Jing went to bed exactly at 11 PM. In the middle of the night, he was woken by a sound: rhythmic footsteps from downstairs, pacing back and forth, continuously. He found it strange. Didn't the old man say his wife was sensitive to noise? Why was he pacing in the middle of the night? He lay down on the floor, pressing his ear against it to listen. The footsteps were very clear, directly beneath him. Then he heard the old man's voice, very soft, as if coaxing someone: "Okay, okay, stop pacing now. The person upstairs is asleep." The footsteps didn't stop. The old man spoke again, "I know you want to go up, but they just moved in. Don't scare them." Shen Jing froze. The footsteps suddenly stopped. The next second, he heard that voice coming from behind him, right inside his room:

Chen Mo's breath hitched. He recalled what Old Zhou had said: "They chose you. I stayed behind to take your place." So twenty-four years ago, the elders of Fog Valley Village chose him—a child who had just learned to walk—as the "gatekeeper." And his brother, the boy named Zhou Zhengguo, chose to stay behind to take his place. The core of the "ritual" was to seal the entire village's memories using a child. That child couldn't leave, or the villagers would lose their memories. But the substitute could bear the curse, allowing the true "gatekeeper" to leave. Chen Mo turned to the next page. "In the twelfth year, the gatekeeper's memories will overflow on their own, and the ritual must be performed again. However, if the gatekeeper has already left, the substitute must return to the village and perform the 'reverse ritual'—to guide the overflowing memories back into the gate and sever all connection between the villagers and the village." He looked up. So the "mass disappearance" of Fog Valley Village eighteen years ago wasn't a massacre. It was a reverse ritual. Old Zhou—his brother—had returned, posing as a forensic doctor, and guided all of Fog Valley Village's memories back into this gate without anyone knowing. Every villager lost their connection to Fog Valley and scattered to start new lives. But this process came at a cost. The last page of the booklet read: "After the reverse ritual is completed, the substitute will become the new 'gatekeeper' and must never leave the vicinity of the gate for life. If the substitute attempts to leave or terminate their responsibility, the memories within the gate will backlash, causing all former villagers to gradually lose their sense of self, ultimately returning to nothingness." Chen (To be continued)

According to posts on the academy's public student forum, numerous witnesses have confirmed the appearance of a foul-smelling ghostly figure within the academy. It possessed a body as dark as ink yet moved as swiftly as the wind. No one has seen its face, but wherever it passed, a stench spread. Days later, along the route it frequented, the filth from those who had vomited from the stench still remained. It's rumored the last place it disappeared from was the male dormitory area, specifically Building 108. The incident caused a huge stir, leading to multiple students in the freshman dorms reporting to the medical center for treatment of persistent vomiting after the event. Furthermore, for over a month, no one ventured outside the freshman dorms after sunset, with even cafeteria staff clocking out before dusk. The rumors only began to subside after the second student in the academy successfully absorbed spiritual energy and underwent purification. Due to the commotion caused by this incident, the academy conducted an investigation, and the administration issued new regulations. For the first absorption of spiritual energy, not only must a teacher be present on standby, but the absorption location must also be equipped with a purification room. Because of this, although Wen Yue received my record-breaking reward, he was also singled out by the academy's Dean of Academic Affairs. In response, Wen Yue gave me quite a bit of 'special education.' After all, being singled out by your superior means you're either exceptionally outstanding or you're being made an example of. Clearly, I was the latter. Speaking of which, as soon as I returned to the dorm, I immediately drove two of the three roommates away, and one was already foaming at the mouth and unconscious.

As I was rushing towards the dormitory, perhaps because my nose had grown accustomed to the stench emanating from my body, I failed to notice something. Ever since I left the combat skills instructor's office, quite a few people had been covering their noses, looking around as if searching for something. However, due to my body being cleansed by spiritual energy, I felt unburdened and incredibly light. This wasn't a metaphor, but a reality; my running speed had nearly doubled. Without paying attention, I zipped past you, leaving behind only a gust of foul-smelling wind, and you would only see my rapidly disappearing dark silhouette in the distance. However, the academy's design placed all instructor offices in the central administration building. Then, it divided the campus into three zones, corresponding to the three grade levels, and these zones didn't rotate annually. This means that the zone of the third-year graduates would become the first-year zone for that year's enrollment. Therefore, the area we enter the academy is the one that will accompany us for three years, and we generally wouldn't go to other grade levels' zones unless absolutely necessary. So, the route from the administration building to the dormitory was entirely populated by first-year freshmen. Consequently, within the zone, apart from the instructors, no one had yet undergone spiritual energy cleansing, so no one could clearly see my condition. However, by this time, quite some time had passed since classes ended, and the sky had darkened. Along the path, besides students heading to and from the cafeteria, there were only a few young couples out for a post-dinner stroll. The effect of my foul-smelling and strangely fast dark shadow passing by was the creation of the latest academy ghost story.

"Director Li, Liu Lang successfully absorbed spiritual energy just now, right?" Wen Yue reminded Li Qiang with sparkling eyes. "Yeah, is that so?" "Well... Liu Lang successfully absorbing spiritual energy means he broke the country's fastest record. So my bonus..." "Tch, what's the big deal? Don't worry, I'll report it to the higher-ups tomorrow. It won't be missed." "Thank you, Director Li. Don't worry, once the bonus comes through, I'll treat everyone to a meal!" "Yes! Go Wen Yue!" "Um... Teacher Ling, would you be willing to grace us with your presence?" Wen Yue asked shyly, referring to the female teacher who had been fawning over him. "Of course! How could I miss a gathering of all the combat skill teachers?" The female teacher replied heartily, quite different from her gentle appearance.

It only targeted the head, and no spiritual energy passed through. However, after everything that just happened, I was mentally exhausted. After all, I had just come back from the brink of death. "You're awake! You're alright now, thank heavens." The teachers were truly relieved when I opened my eyes. Then, Wen Yue took me aside and explained the national regulations, the reasons, and the entire process of my absorption, repeatedly emphasizing that it must not be leaked, or the consequences would be severe. "Alright, hurry back to the dorm and take a shower. After being scared by you, I almost fainted from the smell once I relaxed. This time of year is always the most dreaded and disgusting for us teachers." I looked down. Damn! My clothes were all black, and even the exposed surface of my palms was black. From this, you could tell how disheveled my current appearance was, so I quickly thanked Wen Yue and the teachers for their concern and dashed back to the dorm. "A miracle. This is the first time I've seen someone's chest freeze over such a large area when absorbing spiritual energy for the first time, yet still survive. And it seems there are no after-effects so far." After I left, a teacher marveled, and the others echoed his sentiment. "This kid is lucky as hell. I was really scared to death just now, but thankfully, the outcome is good." The one speaking was the bald teacher with the Sichuan accent who had spoken first that afternoon. His name was Li Qiang, nicknamed 'Baldy Qiang,' and he was the Combat Skills Director.

According to statistics from secondary schools nationwide, up to 0.5% of students die each year from directly absorbing spiritual energy for the first time, and about 0.1% are unable to grow further or suffer sequelae. However, no news of this has ever surfaced, indicating that this rule is enforced with extreme thoroughness. I never expected that the first student to directly absorb spiritual energy this academic year, and the one who did it the fastest, would be in such grave danger. No teacher present dared to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing me. The moment I felt an icy chill in my chest, the Talent Plunder was triggered. A large amount of cotton-like substance was forced into my chest. As the quantity increased, my chest grew colder and colder, as if it were completely frozen. My heart seemed to stop beating, and even my breathing was forcibly halted. The entire world came to a standstill. Suddenly, at the center of my chest, in the acupoint location of the Middle Jiao of Traditional Chinese Medicine, it felt as if it couldn't bear the burden any longer. It was burst open by the numerous spiritual energies, forming a breach on my chest. A large amount of long-accumulated spiritual energy surged into the gaps of the Danzhong acupoint. As all the spiritual energy entered, I felt my heartbeat and breathing return. Meanwhile, the Plunder continued to absorb spiritual energy and pour it into my chest. However, as soon as it entered, it directly rushed into the Danzhong acupoint. After an unknown period, the Danzhong acupoint suddenly trembled, forming a slow-emitting jade-colored halo, surrounded by golden radiance, and presenting a nebula-like vortex. The Plunder stopped absorbing, but the Danzhong acupoint began to release wisps of spiritual energy. However, this spiritual energy was no longer icy cold; instead, it carried a warmth. The spiritual energy gradually flowed and spread throughout my body. Wherever it flowed, it felt like a massage, a tingling and slightly itchy sensation, followed by a profound sense of relaxation.

As it turned out, a few wisps of cotton actually drifted over. After swirling around me for a few circles, they stuck to my body, giving me a slight chill. I didn't expect spiritual energy to be so cold. I quickly gathered my focus, released my body's self-defense, and relaxed my entire body. Then, the spiritual energy directly penetrated into my body. At this moment, I suddenly felt a chill, as if an ice pop had been shoved into my chest, which was exactly where the spiritual energy had entered. "Oh no! Why the chest? This position is very dangerous." Completely cut off from external perception, I had no idea how tense the observing teachers were when they saw the white frost blooming on my chest. Even Wen Yue was sweating profusely. You must know that when absorbing spiritual energy directly for the first time, there are three most dangerous locations. They are the head, the chest, and the lower abdomen. Because the spiritual energy is too pure, its temperature is extremely low, and the entry point into the body cannot be controlled by humans, so it's up to fate. If it enters through the head, 90% of people will have their brains freeze and die instantly. If it enters through the chest, about 50% will die from their hearts freezing, and 30% will be left with sequelae. Although the reason for the lower abdomen is unknown, 80% lose the ability for future growth, and 90% of the total permanently lose their reproductive function. These teachers do not inform the students of this when teaching them how to absorb spiritual energy for the first time, to prevent fear from causing greater danger. This is a regulation decided after national discussion, and of course, they are informed afterward and strictly warned not to divulge it.

After following Wen Yue into the teacher's office, Wen Yue ignored the gazes of the other teachers and walked past each of their desks with a slightly proud look. Seeing him like that, I really wished I could find a hole to hide in; I was so ashamed. Especially when passing by a particularly striking female teacher, Wen Yue deliberately slowed down, as if afraid she wouldn't know, and loudly told me. "I'll teach you how to absorb spiritual energy later. Don't get distracted. The first time you absorb it, there will be some special feelings and situations, so don't let it affect your state of mind." After saying that, he secretly glanced at the female teacher, as if afraid she hadn't heard. Then, observing the female teacher's surprised look, he pretended to be indifferent and ordered me to sit down in the same posture as when I was cultivating earlier. "Once you feel those milky white, lustrous wisps of energy, slowly try to guide them towards your body, and then try to absorb and accept them with your body." "If they enter your body, don't panic. Just focus on preventing the energy from impacting your consciousness. They won't harm you." After confirming Wen Yue had finished speaking, I closed my eyes and began to try to return to the world I had just felt. I don't know how long it took, but I again felt scattered points of light of various colors in the pitch black, with wisps of lustrous milky white cotton-like energy permeating them. I consciously began to guide the cotton-like wisps. Of course, I didn't know how to guide them without moving, so I could only concentrate my mind and constantly urge them in my heart. "Come on, come on, hurry up and come here."