Her destination is Summerland—a small, quiet coastal village located about thirty minutes away by car.
Twenty minutes later, an MTD bus pulled up. She boarded along with the others waiting in line. Settling into her seat, s
he glanced around at her fellow passengers—mostly elderly folks and Hispanic laborers winding down their day.
After twenty minutes, the MTD bus arrives. She boards with the waiting crowd. Looking around as she takes her seat, she sees mostly elderly passengers or Hispanic laborers returning home after a long day’s work. The bus glides smoothly out of downtown, following the coastal road toward Summerland. Occasionally,
the vast Pacific Ocean comes into view. Below the winding cliffs, the waves shimmer and dance with a dazzling light.
She gazes out the window, lost in deep, heavy thoughts.
‘I had no other choice… but to intervene in human history like this.’
She is no goddess. She is no witch wielding magic. She is not exempt from the laws of gravity, and her physical body is no different from any other human's.
In this world, or anywhere in the universe, nothing is eternal. The only unchanging truth is that everything changes. She feels everything—joy, sorrow, happiness—all the human emotions.
The only difference is that her mind possesses a power of emotional control incomparable to that of ordinary people, and she can utilize technologies from her home planet that do not exist on Earth. The ability to have survived for 700,000 years is one of those powers.
She still retains memories from four million years ago. These memories are preserved within a neural synthetic complex linked to her hippocampus. It isn’t just memories; every skill acquired since arriving on Earth and all collected military intelligence are perfectly maintained.
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As the bus descends from the cliffs, the wide, sandy beach of Summerland spreads out before her. Despite the millions of years that have passed, the scenery immediately evokes the coastline of the home she once loved. On her home planet, far from Earth, there was a similar coastline and the same crisp air.
As the bus passes over the Santa Barbara cliffs, memories of her time on her home planet flood back. On Earth, she is someone who might be called a police officer. On her home planet, crime exists, legal control is necessary, and there are laws to be upheld. Though the methods of law enforcement differ from those on Earth, the essence remains the same.
On Earth, she is someone who might be called a police officer. On her home planet, crime exists, legal control is necessary, and there are laws to be upheld.
Though the methods of law enforcement differ from those on Earth, the essence remains the same.
However, her mission was different from that of this planet’s police. She was an agent stationed on one of the moons orbiting her home planet, concurrently serving as a soldier.
Her home world had three moons, inhabited by lifeforms that defy human imagination. Because they posed a threat to the home planet, they had to be eliminated.
Each time she traveled to those moons, she had to protect her body from harsh light as intense as a thousand suns.
She would coat her entire body in a bronze liquid substance, which hardened like solid metal the moment it touched her skin.
The interior of her helmet is structured similarly to modern Earth’s smart glasses—the entire inner surface is a digital display.
The lute-shaped black swords issued to these agents usually look like small, ordinary daggers. However, the moment the switch is activated, a shield of light unfolds, and the weapon
transforms into a massive claymore. From a gap running down the center of the blade, a cobalt beam is emitted, functioning as a lethal weapon even at long range.
Yet, the most powerful of their military assets is the silver sphere. Filled with a white liquid, this sphere is no simple container.
Every molecule of the liquid within is a conscious, living nano-weapon.
The sphere, appearing like a round bead, is neurally linked to its owner and moves in perfect synchronization with their thoughts.
The most remarkable ability of this sphere is to secrete liquid to envelop itself, forming a transparent orb that people can never see. It also has the function to turn its owner invisible.
The silver sphere can emit holographic energy from within, creating surreal holograms indistinguishable to the human eye.
The countless aircraft hovering over the U-front and R-front were, in fact, nothing more than holograms created by these spheres.
Humans haven't noticed this at all. Only the spacecraft hovering over the R-Central Square is a physical, tangible vessel.