Chapter 1: Wow! Transfer successful!

  In the 22nd century, on a certain summer afternoon, the occasional floating dark clouds shaded the earth with patches of coolness. In a lush mountain range, in a certain valley, the sound of gurgling water accompanied the chirping of birds and the buzzing of cicadas. At a certain bend in the valley, there was a cliff face with several small trees growing stubbornly on it. On the cliff wall, there was a closed small door, with a half-transparent ladder made of tree resin suspended in mid-air at the entrance, winding down to the edge of the valley.

  Suddenly, with a loud "bang", the door was kicked open from inside.

  "Damn it! Failed again, can this damn method really transmit? I think that little white mouse is going to be tortured to death." A young man with a white coat and messy short hair walked out in frustration.

  "Hey, stop kicking this door, Yang Tian! One more kick and it'll be ruined! You know how strong you are, and we don't have much budget left. If we don't get some results soon, our project will be scrapped. At this rate, we won't even be able to afford food, let alone replace this alloy door and maintain the lab." Another young man with short hair in a white coat suddenly rushed out, squatting down to touch the spot where the kick had left an indentation, and stood up beside Yang Tian on the small platform at the door.

  Then with a "bang", the door was slammed shut, and with one foot, it kicked back at the spot where Yang Tian had just kicked, and then disappeared.

  "You're still the same." Yang Tian muttered.

  The young man grasped the railing, gazed up at the sky and said: "Dark clouds are gathering, it's going to rain soon. The changing magnetic field lines cut through electrons and atomic nuclei, causing an orderly change, which in turn triggers a vibration throughout space, thereby triggering a strong gravitational wave distortion. This is the most likely method to trigger spatial repulsion transfer, we just need to adjust our frequency again, and also provide more energy. If this thunder strikes a few more times, the energy problem will be solved too." He finished speaking with a self-satisfied smile.

  Yang Tian's body trembled involuntarily, thinking: Oh no, I'm going to be electrocuted again!

  "Thunder rumbles, and speaking of this lightning rod, I really have to admire you. You've actually managed to come up with such a clever idea! If you took it out, you'd definitely win the Nobel Prize, and wouldn't need to be cooped up in this bird place. But you're afraid of causing loss of life, and say something about disrupting the natural balance... Fortunately, that experimental method was thanks to my contribution, otherwise I would have been driven mad by you, or died from shame..." Yang Tian said with emotion.

  "Alright, stop, stop, stop!" Lei Mengzhi said, "Quickly prepare for the next experiment, this time it should be successful. If others weren't like us who have been practicing qigong since childhood, they would have ascended to heaven long ago."

  Then, the sound of "bang" door closed, two people went into the laboratory, a moment later, a high metal rod rose from the top of the cliff. Soon, dark clouds surrounded the valley, and strong winds and heavy rains poured down, trees swayed wildly, streams overflowed, the sky was a deep gray, lightning flashed dazzling light and danced on the metal rod, deafening thunder rolled out...

  In the humming laboratory, two people touched the remaining electricity and trembled, their eyes fixed on the restless little white mouse in the transparent window, with an excited expression on their faces, as if victory was just around the corner. In their hearts, they both silently hoped that the lightning could be even more violent, and the experiment would be a success.

  It's unclear whether their sincere intentions moved heaven or the experiment triggered a magnetic storm, but high-altitude ions suddenly poured down and converged with lightning into the laboratory through the metal lightning rod, and in an instant, a white light flashed inside the experimental window, and the mouse vanished.

  "Wow! Transfer successful!!" The two cheered.

  The experimental window flashed again, and then a white light filled the sky. The two of them opened their mouths wide, but before they could shout "ah", they were engulfed by the white light pouring out of the experimental window...

  The storm subsided quickly, and the valley became much greener, except that a large chunk of the mountain cliff had caved in, leaving a pool of stagnant water.

  Every country quickly reported this abnormal event, and scientists from various countries also gave their own scientific explanations. However, no one was convinced by anyone else's explanation because they were unable to replicate the miracle again. After the two people went missing, their relatives and friends felt a deep sense of loss for a long time, and the space transfer project was put on hold once again. What kind of idiot would do such a project? Who would go and do it? How stupid!

  It's a sky-blue and cloud-white morning, under the bright sunshine, there is a continuous rolling hill, on which shrubs and grasslands are interwoven with each other, occasionally seeing strange rocks standing tall.

  In the distance, a gray-haired old man with a gray robe walked briskly along the winding mountain path towards a cluster of strange rocks. The old man's name was Yang Fu, nearly sixty years old, and he was the only blacksmith in three nearby villages; if you wanted to find another one, you would have to go all the way to the distant town. For generations, the Yang family had been blacksmiths, but with him, the tradition ended - no matter how hard his wife tried, she couldn't bear children, either miscarrying or failing to conceive. When he thought about taking a second wife, he was already old and his heart wasn't in it anymore. So Yang Fu devoted himself to his craft, living a simple life. His wife had passed away two years ago due to illness, but he remained robust, often swinging his hammer with vigor.

  Last spring, he occasionally came here to pick some wild fruit and found that the stones washed away by the rain reflected a metallic luster. He picked up several pieces and took them back to smelt. The metal ingot obtained was used to make a hatchet, which turned out to be harder than before. A well-made one could even split open the previous one. So he often came here to pick ore and smelt it, no longer buying iron materials from distant towns.

  Suddenly, a flat boulder two meters above the ground on the pile of strange rocks flashed white light, and a small white mouse fell down, making a "thud" sound as it hit the rock. It quickly got up and scurried into a crack in the rock and disappeared. Next, an even more dazzling white light flashed in the same place, lasting for several seconds. At some point, two young men in white coats appeared, shielding their heads with their hands. One had a neat crew cut, and the other had messy short hair. They stood at the edge of the boulder, frozen in terror. These two were none other than Lei Meng and Yang Tian from the previous experiment. Fortunately, this rare event did not have any extraordinary signs or omens, and it could only be seen from a close distance. From a bit farther away, there was no sign of anything unusual, otherwise, it would have scared the nearby villagers half to death.

  The two of them were stunned for a while, then they noticed the birds chirping and insects buzzing around them, and the fragrance of the grass and trees. They came back to their senses, looked at each other, and couldn't help but burst into joy, laughing and shouting: "Ah! We did it!"

  "Wait!" Lei Meng rummaged through his white coat pockets nonstop, "All the spare parts in my pocket are gone."

  Yang Tian patted his pockets twice and said: "Mine too. Hehe, no wonder I feel so light."

  "I don't know what we've been through."

  "I only remember a flash of white light, and then I ended up here."

  "Maybe it's us..."

  "Right, where is this place?" Yang Tiandong looked around and interrupted.

  Lei Meng rubbed his chin with his right hand and said thoughtfully, "It's a bit troublesome. I'm afraid this isn't Earth. Look up at the sun in the sky, it's about one-third larger than usual, and its color is whiter."

  "Ah! We've all crossed over! Can we still go back?" Yang Tian exclaimed in shock.

  Lei Meng looked at the distant wisps of smoke and thought for a moment, saying: "It seems impossible now, the technology here is far less advanced than ours. Look at that white smoke in the distance, it's just cooking smoke from this place."

  Yang Tian looked in the direction of Lei Meng's pointing finger, and saw that outside the four or five mountain peaks, there was a small mountain nest with more than a dozen small boxes scattered about. Thin wisps of white smoke were rising from the boxes, dispersing into the air halfway up the slope, making his heart feel suddenly chilly. It seemed that this place was indeed quite primitive.

  Yang Tian mechanically turned his head around and suddenly pounced on Lei Meng, shouting: "You murderous Lei Meng! Return my Xiaohua to me!"

  A loud thunderclap flashed past, and he jumped onto another large rock, awkwardly saying: "It's just a slight deviation, the experiment was still successful, right? Besides, Xiaohua always invites you to go shopping with her, but you never go..."

  "It's all because of your crappy lightning rod, otherwise how could such an accident happen?! My little flower..." Yang Tian gritted his teeth.

  "Cut it out, you're just pretending. If you really wanted her, you wouldn't have spent so much time with me in the mountains doing experiments," said Lei Meng with a scowl.

  "You——"

  "Shh... someone's coming, go ask them."

  "Me?" Yang Tian pointed his right index finger at his own nose, questioning, and then looked in the direction of the footsteps, occasionally accompanied by that unknown melody.

  "Huh? How can I hear his footsteps from so far away?" Yang Tian exclaimed in surprise.

  A loud thunderclap was heard, and he tried to circulate his Qi. The fine Qi wrapped around the familiar meridians and flew quickly, startling him and causing his white coat to flutter wildly. "Damn it, isn't this entering madness? How did I discover that so many of my meridians have been opened, and the remaining ones only need a bit more effort to be fully opened?" Leiming exclaimed in shock.

  Yang Tian also tried to move it a bit, and the flying gas was indeed startled by him, but it was much smaller than usual, only one-tenth of the original.

  "Good heavens! How did this white coat get so big!" Lei Meng exclaimed in surprise.

  Yang Tian turned his head and saw that Lei Ming was shrinking from a height of about 1.7 meters, his body rapidly decreasing in size, and in a short while he became a small child of about three years old, wearing a large white coat with a small board supporting it, and wearing laboratory shoes as big as boats on his feet.

  Just wanted to shout loudly, but suddenly found that my angle of view was constantly getting lower and shorter, and finally became a pink tender little kid about 1.3 meters tall, so surprised that I couldn't even make a sound.

  Lei Meng regained his senses from the shock, looked himself and Yang Tian up and down, and said with a bitter face: "The speed is too fast, not only has the space transferred to this unknown world, but also time has flowed backwards."

  Yang Tian's face was speechless, and he tried to work hard again. Fortunately, his qigong had not retreated, and he was still in the same state as before.

  Suddenly noticing the footsteps approaching, the two quickly rolled up their long sleeves and pant legs, tightened their waists, threw away their shoes, and with a couple of leaps, they swiftly ran to the grass beside the strange rock, barefoot. Then they sat down cross-legged, quietly waiting for the old man's arrival.

  Not long after, old blacksmith Yang Fubai emerged from the woods beside the strange rock, and habitually swept a glance around. Suddenly, he discovered that about 10 meters in front of him to the right sat two people dressed strangely, which startled him into taking a step back. After a closer look, he found out they were just two little kids wearing white overcoats, probably only five years old.

  "It turned out to be two little kids. Don't know whose children they are, and yet no one is looking after them, so young and already running all the way here to play." The old blacksmith muttered.

  "Hey, kids! Whose children are you? How did you end up playing here?! Hurry back home!" The old blacksmith's thick and raspy voice came over. Lei Meng and Yang Tian only heard a pleasant murmur of sounds, and couldn't help but exchange a wry smile, almost forgetting that there was a serious communication barrier here - they didn't speak the same language!

  The two got up, Yang Tian nodded slightly towards Lei Ming, and Lei Ming nodded to indicate that he understood. Then the two pretended to be weak and walked towards the old blacksmith, with Lei Ming pretending to be mute and making "ah" sounds as they walked. When they arrived in front of him, Lei Ming pointed to his belly with his right hand, then rubbed his belly clockwise with his palm for two circles.

  After going through that transfer and time reversal, the two of them were indeed starving to the point where their stomachs were growling in unison.

  Yang Furong was stunned, how did two little mutes appear in this desolate mountain wilderness? There weren't any children like that in the three nearby villages. He repeatedly scanned his surroundings but didn't find any other clues, only seeing that the two children were wearing adult clothes made of unfamiliar fabric. He guessed that the two children had been abandoned and had randomly picked up two sets of clothes somewhere, so he felt a surge of sympathy for them, completely unaware of their calm and collected eyes.

  "Alas, poor kid." Yang Fu sighed and stretched out his sturdy palm to beckon them over, saying "Come on, I still have some food here that can fill your stomach a bit."

  Without paying attention to their reaction, she rummaged through the small backpack slung over her shoulder and pulled out two palm-sized thick flatbreads.

  The two of them exchanged a glance, the corners of their eyes curling up into a smile. With a sudden burst of speed, they darted forward two steps and snatched a pancake from Old Blacksmith Yang's hands, wolfing it down with occasional "rustling" sounds as they chewed.

  The old blacksmith looked at the two pale little kids, his heart aching. He had been longing for children for so long but never got any. These two might be mute, but abandoning them in this desolate mountain was just too cruel.

  "Slow down while eating, don't choke. Here's some water." He took a gourd-shaped water bottle from his waist and handed it over.

  Lei Meng stretched out his right hand, took the water bottle and gulped two mouthfuls, then continued to eat the pancake. He handed the water bottle to Yang Tian, who also drank from it while eating the pancake in his hand.

  Yang Fu looked at the two people's eating appearance, sighed with a bitter smile, shook his head and said: "You two wait here for a while, I'll go find something and come back." Then he walked into the pile of strange rocks to look for ore.

  Yang Fu walked into the stone pile and was soon blocked by the rocks, while Lei Ming and Yang Tian quickly finished their flatbread. Lei Ming leaned in close to Yang Tian's ear and whispered, "Let's follow this old man out first and get a sense of this world before we do anything."

  "Alright. Let's just pretend to be mute and learn the language here." Yang Tian responded in a low voice, leaning against a nearby tree trunk. Lei Ming also sat down cross-legged, rubbing his still flat stomach, and couldn't help but mutter: "I originally wanted to transfer a small white mouse, didn't expect to transfer myself out as well, and even transferred to another world, and became a child."

  "It's really unbelievable, no one would believe it even if I told them. Luckily, my meridians are all unblocked now and my qigong has improved further, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't have made it." Yang Tian complained in a low voice.

  Before long, the old blacksmith emerged from the pile of stones with a large bundle on his right shoulder, and both of them fell silent.

  The old blacksmith walked steadily to the front of the two, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Follow me back, I can still support you two." After finishing, he saw that the two children had no reaction, shook his head and sighed, turned around and walked in the direction they came from.

  Lei Meng and the other person heard a murmur of conversation again, and they looked at each other in silence. Lei Meng shrugged his shoulders, and the two immediately quickened their pace to follow the old blacksmith. The old blacksmith heard that the two were following behind him, and he couldn't help but feel comforted: with two children accompanying him, life would no longer be so lonely. Thus, he walked more steadily towards the village.