Otherworldly Space: A Tale of Love and Growth - Chapter 1

Struck suddenly on the back of the head with a club, as his brains were about to splatter and he was on the brink of death, a question flashed through Song Ci’s mind: The apocalypse hadn’t arrived yet, but he was already reporting to heaven early—was this luck or misfortune?

And when Song Ci opened his eyes again, the expected pain did not come. The scene of death, the splitting of his skull, all seemed like a dream that had never happened. However, this was not the most important thing at the moment.

The terrifying part was that he was now in the wilderness, surrounded by empty, towering mountains with dense, overgrown forests and lush vegetation. The wild grass in front of him had grown wildly to over a meter high. He was half-kneeling in the grass, and beneath him was a bare, tear-streaked young man whose half-face was swollen from resisting being hit.

One of his hands was pinning the young man’s two arms, while the other was supporting the young man’s fair and tender buttocks. His legs were straddling the young man’s, and the swollen, aching part was just one step away from merging with the other person.

Song Ci swallowed his saliva. The sight that greeted him as soon as he opened his eyes was quite a shock, even for someone like him who was into men. Who knows how all of this happened.

Fortunately, Song Ci had not lost his mind to lust. He clearly remembered being hit on the head before losing consciousness, and now suddenly finding himself in such an unknown and desolate place, with a clearly unwilling young man beneath him, and not knowing whether he was alive or dead, Song Ci really had no mood for romantic affairs.

Song Ci released his hold on the young man, helped him sit up on the grass, took a few deep breaths to calm the agitation within himself, and then dryly said to the young man, “Stop crying, I won’t continue.”

Lin Xiaohé kept his head down, tears falling in large drops, his legs tightly clamped together, and his hands protectively covering his chest, looking like a poor, abused little thing. Song Ci felt as if he was even thirstier.

However, the current situation was really quite awkward. Song Ci had experienced many embarrassing moments in his past life, but he had never gone through something like this—attempted rape. Song Ci felt that this was really not something he would do. He was a homosexual, but he was also a homosexual with principles. Even if he couldn’t find a suitable partner in a lifetime, Song Ci would never stoop to committing rape, which was such a tasteless act.

And since this had happened, it must have been either because he was drugged, or because the young man in front of him and some other people had conspired to play a trick on him, to deceive him. But seeing the miserable look on the young man’s face, Song Ci couldn’t interrogate him now. After all, “he” seemed to have really taken advantage of him. It wasn’t something Song Ci could do to deny responsibility and run away after the fact.

The young man looked like he hadn’t experienced much in life, a minor, with long hair, probably still in his rebellious teenage phase. He had a small stature, with skin as white as snow all over his body, probably not having endured much hardship. His waist was quite soft, probably not fully developed yet, and his buttocks were round and cute. Song Ci unconsciously recalled the scene he had just seen, his face heating up and his heart beating faster.

What a good child was doing such a thing, Song Ci feigned sorrow for the young man, to cover up the guilt in his heart. In fact, if this was his last meal before death, Song Ci thought that even if it was a setup, it wouldn’t be unacceptable to be a flirtatious ghost for once.

He tidied up his clothes and went to check the surrounding terrain, wanting to see if there were any clues left behind, and to pick up the clothes that the young man had either been thrown by “him” or had thrown himself. Song Ci guessed that if it was him, then the culprit, fearing the young man would run away, must have stripped him of his clothes and thrown them away to prevent his escape. If the young man had done it himself, it must have been to frame him as a heartless and crazy person, to get more benefits.

No matter which it was, he couldn’t ignore it now.

The surroundings were filled with wild grass up to half a person’s height, and every step required pushing aside the obstructing grass. It was the kind of place where hiding a person or a camera would be very easy.

Of course, it was also a good spot for a wild encounter. Song Ci indulged in a small fantasy in his heart, couldn’t help but recall the beautiful scenery he had just seen, and at the same time, cursed himself in his heart, really being too bold and reckless. He had only seen movies before; there was nothing more thrilling than seeing a real person.

If he was really going to die, and that young man was willing to have a real encounter with him, he would definitely treat the other party very gently, giving them whatever they wanted.

Song Ci subconsciously thought that the possibility of him being dead was higher. This place might be the boundary of hell or a dream he had before he died. The heavens, seeing his early death, pitied him and fulfilled his dream of losing his virginity. That young man was the key to getting through, after all, he had never seen anyone who had been hit on the head with an iron rod and came out with no problems at all.

The intense pain before losing consciousness was still fresh in his memory.

With the idea that it’s better to die as a romantic ghost under the peony flower, Song Ci really wanted to be a flirtatious ghost and give away what he had been saving for years.

Unfortunately, fate did not comply. The only male here was a miserable young man, who had just been in tears because of the villainous act of “him.” He couldn’t propose a casual encounter, knowing that the other party would refuse. To take advantage of his position and demand it would be coercion, which was the same as rape.

Song Ci’s thoughts were running wild. Since he was going to die, the usual careful concealment of his thoughts was like a runaway horse, completely out of control of his seemingly refined but somewhat corrupt protagonist. Song Ci didn’t think about restraining them either.

And while collecting the clothes, Song Ci was a bit confused. These were clearly ancient clothes, and the young man’s hair was tied up in an ancient style. If these pieces of evidence were not enough, combined with the memories that suddenly appeared in his mind, and with his years of reading experience from Jinjiang novels, what else could he not understand?

Song Ci, in a melodramatic realization, understood that he was truly dead, having died a miserable death with his skull shattered by a blow, and then came back to life, reincarnated into another person of the same name, same surname, and same gender.

To put it more accurately, he had crossed over! Crossed over to an ancient era, the exact period of which he did not yet know.

Even with the space, Song Ci accepted the idea of crossing over very quickly, recovering from his initial shock in just a second. Having seen too many melodramatic plots, he was no longer easily surprised.

But the space and crossing over, both of which are rare and fortunate events for an ordinary person, had both happened to him. What kind of incredible luck was this? Song Ci was not at all flattered by this, but rather, he was quite troubled.

Why did fate let him cross over into a rapist?

Think of him, a fine young man, suddenly becoming a social villain and a menace, the contrast was really too great.

Not to mention his own thoughts, the young man in front of him was enough to give him a headache. Modern boys and girls are much more open than the ancients. If something like this happened, they would make a big fuss. How much more so in the strict and rule-bound ancient times.

Speaking of the space, Song Ci immediately tried to take out some of the spiritual spring water from it. Seeing that the space was still there, Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief. For Song Ci, there was really nothing in his past life that he regretted. The only regret was that he didn’t know who would inherit the things he had worked hard to cultivate in the space. Seeing that the space had crossed over with him, Song Ci was delighted.

His space originated from a white jade pendant left to him by his mother. Although it was bound to the soul, when the host was about to die, the space would unbind from the host’s soul and recondense into a pendant, waiting for the next owner to activate it.

The space had been through more than one owner, but when Song Ci got it, it was empty. Everything in it now was what Song Ci had cultivated over the years.

Song Ci took a sip of the spiritual spring water and immediately felt refreshed and in a better mood.

Having picked up a life and still having the space was truly a great fortune.

He then handed the clothes he had found to Lin Xiaohé. The underwear, wrapped in a square, was still in the pile of clothes, and Song Ci still felt it was a bit too intimate to handle.

After today’s events, he would have to drink more spiritual spring water to calm his nerves.

This was really too stimulating.

“Put on your clothes first,” Song Ci said, turning his head away from Lin Xiaohé in a gentlemanly manner, handing him the clothes with one hand, his voice having a gentleness that even he hadn’t noticed.

Lin Xiaohé grabbed them, hastily put on his clothes, wiped his tears, and quickly tidied himself up, covering every inch of his body tightly, except for what was necessary, he really didn’t want to expose any more skin.

The events that had just happened had frightened him. He deeply regretted chasing after a wild rabbit to such a remote place; otherwise, this wouldn’t have happened.

He never expected that Song Ergou would be so bad. Not only was he a thief, but he also dared to do such a thing. He was truly rotten to the core.

The despair of being overpowered, the nauseating feeling of those evil hands wandering over his body, still made Lin Xiaohé feel very sick, with acid water churning and rising in his stomach.

Although the other party had stopped at the last step, Song Ergou had already become a person to be wary of in Lin Xiaohé’s mind.

He suddenly stood up, put on his shoes in a hurry, and left as quickly as possible, wary of the other person changing their mind.

However, the more one fears something, the more likely it is to happen.

“Hey, you, wait a minute, don’t leave yet,” Song Ci noticed that Lin Xiaohé was about to leave and quickly ran up to stop him.

Lin Xiaohé’s body stiffened, thinking that Song Ergou had changed his mind again. He glared at the person blocking him with eyes full of hatred, wishing he could take this person down with him.