Chapter 934: The time-traveling life of interstellar survivors is completed in a box
"I...where am I?" Cross opened his eyes, and a lot of memories that did not belong to him came to his mind.
On one side was an ordinary office worker from the Star Kingdom, and on the other side was an ordinary farmer under Baron Mora of the Kadra Empire.
"Is it also called Cross? I have come to a different world."
Cross looked surprised and uncertain. He had read similar anime and novels, but when it really happened to him, he couldn't accept it at all.
"I am dead in Star Country." He recalled that on his way to work, he was hit by a large truck that lost control and was turned into a pulp.
It is already very good to be able to live in a different place again.
But after he recalled the memories belonging to Farmer Cross, his brows furrowed.
This was a place constructed from the words feudal and decadent, which he had only come across in books.
Baron Mora's Chickadee Territory is where he has lived for generations. Farmer Cross's parents and grandparents are all farmers of the Mora family.
He lived in poverty all his life and then died at the age of thirty-four.
If it hadn't been for his arrival, Farmer Cross would have continued this reincarnation.
What's more important is that the information is extremely blocked and there is no circulation.
So he guessed that it should be an ancient world.
"I don't want to continue being a farmer," Cross said softly.
I can only eat beans every day. Fish and meat are not accessible to farmers at all. Salt is a little bit better, after all, people will have no strength if they don’t eat salt.
But there is no hope for such a day. Everything belongs to Baron Mora, including himself.
"Since we have traveled to the ancient world, we should do something big."
"After all, I have received compulsory education from the Star Kingdom. I am not comparable to this group of numb and ignorant people."
"Isn't he just a little baron?" Cross looked confident.
He knew that the Titmouse Territory was actually not very big. It was only the size of a village at most, and its population was not large.
As long as he successfully kills Baron Mora and becomes the true ruler of the Titmoat Territory, unifying the entire world will not be a problem.
Although he is not a professional, he has watched a lot of short videos. Even if he does not know how to innovate independently, it is not difficult to imitate them.
Ordinary office workers are not ordinary.
There is a lot of knowledge stored in my mind.
"Cross, it's time to pay your food tax!" The tax official patted the door outside.
This made Cross's head hurt all of a sudden. He suddenly thought that it was because Farmer Cross had a bad harvest this year and could not pay the grain tax that he chose to commit suicide.
Otherwise, how could he have occupied this body so smoothly.
It's just that the Cross now is no longer the Cross before, and he opened the door without changing his expression.
The tax collector is a chubby middle-aged man. They are the people under Baron Mora. They can have enough food without working, which is a good job.
"No food." He said three words calmly.
The tax collector was stunned for a moment, and then became furious. He drew his whip and hit Cross on the body.
When the whip came down, Cross was knocked to the ground. Blood seeped out from the area where he was hit, staining his clothes red.
"You inferior farmer, everything you have is given to you by the baron, how dare you default on the grain tax." The tax collector said, raised the whip again, and slapped Cross dozens more times.
He didn't stop until he was out of breath.
Cross, on the other hand, was covered in bruises and even one of his eyes was blinded by the whip. He could only lie on the ground and kept wailing.
Although the tax collector's whip is neither a magic weapon nor a treasure, it is still a specially made whip. Every blow of the whip can cause serious injuries to him.
"Tomorrow, I will come to you again. If you still can't pay the grain tax, I will beat you to death." The tax official wiped the blood on his whip and left directly after saying that.
He doesn't care where Cross goes to find grain to pay the grain tax, he only cares about whether there is enough grain.
If the food is not enough to meet the standard food tax for the Cross family, Cross will really be beaten to death.
This is the Titmouse Territory, and the laws set by Baron Mora are the rules.
Cross struggled to get up and returned to the wooden bed, but as soon as he lay down, the wound started to hurt.
"No, I have to find a way to disinfect and obtain antibiotics, otherwise I will definitely not survive such a serious injury." Cross was very rational.
Due to the whipping, most of his face was broken, and his linen clothes were also torn, exposing serious wounds under the skin.
If you don't get timely treatment, you will die.
Of course, the treatments he is talking about are not the two unique treatments of this era, but modern scientific treatments.
"But, where should I find it..." Cross lay on the bed, enduring the pain, looking at the roof with one eye.
There is no money to buy herbal medicine or see a doctor.
He would be able to extract it himself, but the problem is that there is not enough time and the environment is not enough.
The tax collector will come to your door again tomorrow, and I won’t have time at all.
"Escape?" He suddenly thought that if he escaped from Titchi Territory, he might still survive. Just when he was thinking about taking action, the door opened with a creak, and he saw a small man getting in. When he saw Cross lying on the bed, the other person couldn't help but show a sly smile.
Cross knew the other person, he was his neighbor, a gangster.
The sudden arrival of the other party gave Cross an unpleasant premonition.
"Hey, Cross, you're not dead yet." The other party came over, his tone full of malice.
"You won't be able to pay the grain tax tomorrow anyway, and you'll have to be beaten to death by the tax collector."
"Otherwise, I'll help you so you don't have to suffer tomorrow."
At this moment, Cross wanted to fight back, but because he was too injured and too weak, there was no way he could pose a threat.
Instead, he received a solid stab from the other party. The stab was a little crooked and failed to penetrate his heart. Instead, it stabbed his lungs.
"In return, tell me where you hid the money." The other party said and twisted the knife.
Severe pain broke out again.
"Oh..." Cross spat out blood. He had no idea that the other party would actually kill him because of money.
Cross was just a farmer, and his family didn't have many copper coins at all, not even ten in total.
Unfortunately, Cross was speechless because the other party took out the knife and stabbed Cross directly in the neck.
At this moment, blood spurted out.
"You should have said it directly, but it doesn't matter. Your home is so big, it's not difficult to find him." The other party smiled and didn't care about this at all.
Cross's death came quickly, and he only felt his soul beginning to be pulled out of his body.
An ethereal feeling filled his soul, but he remained where he was, watching the rogue neighbor ransack his home.
But before two minutes had passed, some kind of terrifying squeezing feeling broke out, and the emptiness turned into a feeling of compression.
He even felt that his soul was cracked due to being squeezed, and his consciousness was dissipating little by little as the cracks widened.
Cross frantically fought against the compressed feeling, but it had no effect.
As he was compressed, he suddenly realized that what was squeezing him seemed to be this world.
‘My soul is not of this world, so I am excluded. ’
Such a guess emerged in his mind, but he had no chance to verify it, let alone solve it.
With a gentle sound of bubbles bursting, Cross's soul was completely crushed into pieces, and finally slowly degraded and was swallowed up by the world.
During this period, no one discovered that the farmer Cross in the tit collar was once a time traveler, and his death was so simple.
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"President, the signal is lost."
In the black hole shelter, the smiles of the researchers did not last long before they froze.
Cross's death naturally led to the immediate interruption of their project.
The president of the Alliance of Stars also looked unhappy: "Let the other reserve team continue to travel through and find the best survival point."
He actually knew that the children of the stars who left the black hole shelter would be targeted by the world, but he did not expect that the targeting would be so quick. In just a short time, people would die and their souls would disappear.
"Yes, President!" the researcher said and immediately began to screen people.
"By the way, choose a psyker. Their souls have psychic powers, and they may be able to survive longer." The president suddenly said.
Once genetic enhancers and mechanical transformers are separated from their own bodies, their power will be the same as before.
On the contrary, as the source core of psychic energy developers, it is one's own soul, so as a soul-traveling traveler, it has certain advantages.
"But the soul of a psyker is too large, and the travel data that is applicable to ordinary people cannot be fully applied to psykers."
"Even if it succeeds, it will lead to a loss of soul." The researcher pointed out the disadvantages.
"There must be a first example." The president doesn't care about this. Sacrifice is necessary. As long as the sacrifice is not yourself, then it is okay.
There are not many psychic developers in the Star Alliance, but that doesn't mean they can't be sacrificed.
Since this was the intention of the Alliance President, the researchers could only execute it.
Compared with the previously specially cultivated time travellers, if you want to find psychic developers as experimental subjects, you can only choose those alliance psychics who have been trained since childhood and are loyal.
The wild psyker would definitely be unwilling to do so.
The Alliance controls all extraordinary individuals and complete interstellar technology. The extraordinary individuals who were trained since childhood have been baptized by technology and have become loyal soldiers. Even if they are asked to commit suicide, they will not hesitate at all.
"Issue a notice to close the net on all wild psychics and implant loyalty procedures." The president said coldly.
Psykers are supernatural beings born from the soul, so there will be wild births.
The two pathways, genetic and mechanical, require sufficient technological support and transformation, so they have not been leaked out and have always been strictly controlled by the alliance.
(End of chapter)