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Chapter 262: Journeying to 1937 with a Beautiful Companion

I wish to become a god. #265 2/3/2026
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Ateji, though naturally a delicate and fresh-looking beauty, fell short when compared to the online beauty, leaving her somewhat disheartened. Clearly, it was the first time she had seen such a cool, refined beauty—her eyes sparkling with a grace reminiscent of butterflies flapping their wings, light as a dragonfly touching the water, fluttering at a steady twenty times per second. Accompanied by a radiant smile as bright as summer sunlight. "Come on, try it out!" Her face was pure and clear, her eyes bright and fresh. When she smiled, her lips curved like a serene crescent moon, and her voice sounded as sweet as a thrush tapping its feet. This pure, unspoiled smile deeply touched Gao Liang, who was now captivated by the beauty's irresistible charm. "The Moonlight Crystal Box! The Moonlight Crystal Box! Hooray!" Gao Liang was overjoyed—long since he had dreamed of playing this game, now finally seeing the mysterious Moonlight Crystal Box come to life before his very eyes. "Not the Moonlight Crystal Box! It's the Yueguang Crystal Box!" The beautiful angel actually stepped in to correct Gao Liang right then. At that moment, the webpage prompted: "Please complete a physical fitness test! Enable camera function!" Gao Liang's high-end laptop featured an integrated high-definition camera, which automatically began filming him. After five minutes of data collection, the system displayed: "Analyzing Gao Liang's physical condition..." The results were as follows: Physical fitness: Strong; Nervous reaction speed: Strong; Cellular vitality: Strong; Muscle tissue strength: Strong; Immune strength: Strong; Impact resistance: Strong; Endurance: Strong; Intellect: Strong; Mental strength: Strong. …“Over one hundred and multiple detailed projects—all passing—that’s entirely expected. After all, I’ve undergone specialized physical and mental training, consistently upgrading my martial arts skills through daily practice at the Shaolin Temple, where I’ve cultivated both meditation and martial prowess. Meanwhile, I’ve continuously expanded my abilities in various supernatural talents, achieving significant progress in both martial arts and supernatural powers. I’ve now firmly established myself as a divine-level figure. How could I not be strong? In contrast, while Gao Liang remained calm, Jingko was utterly overwhelmed by Gao Liang’s detailed, dense data—what an exceptional man! There’s hardly another like him in all of Japan. That’s precisely why Tōno, the head of the Red Sun Group, treats Gao Liang with the utmost respect and goes out of his way to please him. Such a talent is a national treasure in any country. Jingko found herself deeply curious, so she directed the camera toward herself for testing—and discovered that she failed every single one of the over one hundred detailed projects. Her admiration for Gao Liang only grew stronger. Gao Liang suddenly felt a bit thirsty and signaled Jingzi to fetch a canned beer from the refrigerator. When Jingzi brought it over, Gao Liang’s eyes were fixed intently on the game display on the computer screen. Jingzi looked over and gasped! What a captivating message right at the top! “Do you want to play a time-travel game? As soon as your special ability reaches a divine level, you’ll be able to freely travel through time! From Qin and Han to the Three Kingdoms, the Jin Dynasty, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing—whenever you wish, you can step into any era!” “Time travel?! Time travel?! That sounds so strange! Is it really true? The legendary time-travel game? I’m absolutely thrilled! I’m absolutely thrilled!” Jingzi, usually so composed, was now completely excited. How could Gao Liang not be thrilled? It’s been a long time since he last entered the Yueguang Baohe space to experience time-travel adventures. This time, if his judgment is correct, it’s finally his moment to shine! Highlighted, excited, pushed too hard while handling the beer bottles with a罐, the thin aluminum sheet surprisingly cut his hand—specifically, his middle finger, which began to bleed, the blood landing precisely on his high-end notebook laptop—the very one he used. Miraculously, the blood seemed to be absorbed by the screen, as if by a sponge. When Highlight gently touched it, he could feel it clearly—his blood had been fully "consumed" by the device. At that moment, a message appeared on the webpage: "Congratulations, Highlight! Your DNA matches the previous one! You now have the right to enter the Yue Guang Treasure Box space!" The beautiful angel clapped her hands joyfully. Highlight felt a tingling sensation throughout his body, and he sensed a powerful magnetic pull—specifically, emanating from the LCD screen of this super portable laptop. "Seiko! Hurry! Grab my hand! Let's go together—let's cross over!" Highlight knew he had to transform like the light beam from the Moon Bay Internet Café at Hanhai No.1 High School in Huanxi, shooting straight into the screen. Quietly held by Highlight’s strong hands, Jingzi felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. "Ah!" they both exclaimed at the same time. Indeed, as Jingzi fell, her soft, delicate body landed precisely on Highlight’s, creating a face-to-face, intimate embrace—female atop male. Her soft chest pressed gently against his solid chest, and they could feel each other’s heartbeats. Jingzi’s face burned like it had been baked, her breathing quickened, her heart racing. As for Highlight, though he felt a brief sensation, he didn’t experience that electric shock. It seemed Highlight’s mental strength had become truly extraordinary—he could hardly be affected by ordinary beauties. Yet Jingzi was deeply drawn to the masculine presence radiating from Highlight, and she found herself electrified by his naturally vibrant, spontaneous energy. For a moment, she completely forgot about everything. Gao Liang cleared his throat, and Jingzi suddenly woke up, her face flushed and her neck lowered. Where are we? In Nanjing, the capital of the Chinese nation, in 1937. Because Gao Liang had noticed the old clock tower standing on the square displaying the time. Jingzi stared at the time, then at the foreign land around her, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity. At that moment, there was no time for either of them to reflect—right beside them, the crowd erupted into chaos: "The Japanese are entering the city! The Japanese have launched an assault! We must hurry and get out!" Soon after, a series of thunderous sounds echoed through the sky—the Japanese aircraft were conducting relentless bombing of Nanjing! Houses one after another collapsed into thick smoke, and the people cried out in distress, with families scattered, many perishing in the flames. Meanwhile, after the bombing, a steady rustling of footsteps could be heard—Gao Liang knew that the Japanese army had arrived. "Hai-ga-ya-ru! Attack! Attack!" The horrific Nanjing Massacre began under the sharp bayonets of the Japanese troops. Setsuko witnessed her fellow Japanese people, once so human, now reduced to the status of wild beasts. Driven by the war, Japanese soldiers transformed into demons, into relentless killing machines, and the elderly, pregnant women, and young children became the sacrificial offerings under the Japanese blades. Setsuko, a delicate Japanese woman still dressed in a fashionable outfit from 2011, with high-heeled shoes reaching eight centimeters, stood out beautifully among the fleeing crowd.