It Is Said That I Have Been Crushed By Dimensionality Reduction (Quick Travel) - Chapter 17

“Liujia Village.”.

As the rain poured down, many villagers watched anxiously, while others worried about the crops buried in the soil. They put on their straw raincoats and rushed outside.

The autumn harvest was approaching.

Rain could help crops grow tall and full, but if it continued into the night, the fields would flood, drowning the roots.

All the hard work of the year would be wasted.

A few villagers, soaked to the bone, grabbed hoes and began digging drainage channels, some reaching halfway up their calves, trying desperately to let the water out.

But the water kept rising with the rain.

Their eyes reddened, filled with panic and frustration. “Oh God, will there be any hope for us to survive?” they cried.

More villagers, unable to stay inside, joined the effort, digging ditches in the cold and rain, exhausted but unwilling to give up.

Suddenly, the ground trembled faintly, like the growl of a massive beast. The mountains were dark, drenched, and cloaked in shadows — enormous forms looming.

It felt like a gigantic creature was stirring beneath the earth.

Fear and confusion gradually colored the villagers’ faces. Was it just their imagination?

What was happening among the mountains and shadows?

There seemed to be some strange shapes moving, but no one could identify them.

And that sound—the roar—had clearly traveled all the way here, cutting through the sound of heavy rain.

“We should head back…” someone suggested, but before the words could finish, a furious roar burst from the distance. It was wild, enraged, escalating.

The shadows shook violently, the earth trembled.

Something was struggling to break free.

“Demon! Monster!” someone shouted.

Panic erupted. The villagers forgot about their crops and fled toward the safety of the village.

Nearby villages, including Zhaojia, saw the same terrifying spectacle.

The heavy rain, cold and relentless, blanketed the villagers’ hearts with unease and fear.

What exactly was this enormous thing?

It was nearly as big as half a mountain, desperately trying to break through a mystical seal that held it down.

Many turned pale and shivered uncontrollably.

With such a storm raging, nowhere was safe. If the monster escaped, all would perish.

Those who came from towns seeking a silver reward now deeply regretted their decision.

They had known of monsters here, yet chose to come anyway…

Even towns far from the mountains heard the terrifying roars but could only panic briefly before realizing nothing more happened around them.

The night deepened.

Bai Yuan stood in the mountains, calmly watching the massive monster. Its huge fangs repeatedly struck the glowing seal—a complex pattern of mysterious light.

Each strike weakened the seal’s power.

The monster was about to break free.

Bai Yuan’s expression remained steady as he observed this monstrous creature, ready to appear.

Meanwhile, the system overseeing him glitched, overwhelmed.

It was foolish.

It couldn’t believe that the host had managed to conjure such a realistic and terrifying monster from nothing in just a few days.

This world had no spiritual energy, yet the monster’s every movement felt genuine and vivid.

The system nervously asked, “Host, what’s your plan?”

Bai Yuan looked up, doubt briefly crossing his face, breaking the aura of superiority. “To complete the task, of course.”

There was silence from the system.

This was just a low-level, ordinary world, and to protect his original family and not be bullied, such a grand battle was necessary.

“Do you need any assistance?” the system offered.

Bai Yuan shook his head. “I’ve got this.”

After confirming the monster’s readiness, he turned toward Liujiacun, which was on the verge of flooding. The energy groups he had planted there were now activated.

He aimed to make the impending disaster seem threatening and terrifying—without actually causing any loss of life.

The rain intensified.

Soon, a mixture of soil, rocks, and uprooted tree trunks flowed down, creating a flood that engulfed the village.

Water rose to thigh height, forcing everyone out of their homes.

They quickly donned raincoats, gathered their most precious belongings, and climbed onto rooftops with dry food and water.

Some tried to escape to higher ground.

But the water was swift and dangerous—carrying debris that could injure or trap anyone trying to flee as a family.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” Rao muttered, usually strong-willed but now breaking under the combined stress of floods, storms, and the monstrous threat looming in the distance.

Children cried in fear, clinging to their families.

Zhaojiacun’s land was higher, so the flooding was only calf-deep. Villagers hurried to block doors and bail out water, terrified and helpless.

They could see the monster in the distance, huge and roaring like a demon king from a nightmare.

Some whispered fearfully, “The rain may end, but the floods keep growing.”

Their minds raced with terrifying possibilities.

If the rain didn’t stop soon, the village would drown.

Even if they survived, how would they find food or water?

Was the monster intent on killing humans?

Not like the monster king, who punished those who harmed Bai Yuan but didn’t actually kill.

One person panicked, blurting, “Should we ask Brother Yuan for protection? The monster king wouldn’t hurt villagers.”

Others hesitated.

The monster king was kind to Bai Yuan, but when his family was pushed into the pond by the others, no one helped.

Why should Bai Yuan help them?

Regret and fear filled the village.

What kind of disaster was Brother Yuan? He was supposed to be a blessing star.

Who would have thought real monsters existed?

Bai Yuan was the only hope.

The Zhao family and others awoke from their fears when the monster roared again.

The six gods were frightened, their faith shaken.

Though punished in dreams, none of Zhao Fu’s family had ever harmed Brother Lin, but now all they could think about was being drowned, eaten by the monster, or left defenseless.

This was the price of Brother Lin pushing Bai Yuan.

Zhao Pingshun angrily blamed his son, “It’s all your fault! Why did you hurt Brother Yuan? Now we’re doomed!”

If not for his injuries, he might have beaten his son.

Brother Lin didn’t dare cry; his eyes were full of fear and resentment toward Bai Yuan.

If only he could die.

Bai Yuan absorbed these emotions with a mocking smile.

The Zhao family would never see their error.

But they wouldn’t die—they’d live watching him grow stronger with his true parents, jealous and terrified for life.

Fearful villagers decided to seek refuge at the mountain’s base, except a few families, including the Zhao’s, who feared the monster king’s wrath and only huddled together, complaining and scared.

At the mountain’s foot, Zhao Pingan and Lin Cuiniang woke to the monster’s roar and found Bai Yuan missing.

They hurried to find Liu Ermei, dressed in a raincoat.

Many gathered, anxious and afraid.

Suddenly, a majestic voice rang out calmly, “Don’t be afraid, Yuan…”

Hearing this, their hearts skipped a beat.

Their son was still young—could he really slay a mountain-sized demon?

Liu Ermei was stunned.

She turned slowly, disbelief in her eyes.

How could a child be responsible for killing such monsters?

At that moment, Bai Yuan’s eyes opened wide.

The flood from the original timeline was arriving.

Bai Yuan unleashed the demon from its seal.

With a deafening roar, stronger than before, black and red light exploded as the demon broke free.

Mountains crumbled, and the earth shook violently.

Villagers screamed in terror, unable to escape.

Water surged forward, carrying debris, flooding villages.

People struggled to stay afloat, grabbing whatever they could.

“Child! Father!” a desperate cry pierced the chaos.

Suddenly, a faint white light appeared, growing brighter until it became a figure glowing with radiant brilliance.

Hovering in mid-air, it blocked the demon’s path to the village.

Even those in the county could see.

People stared, stunned.

Someone whispered, “An immortal? A god?”

The figure’s features were indistinct, but its white hair fluttered, and its dusty yet splendid robes bore mysterious patterns.

Every movement exuded holiness and transcendence.

Villagers instinctively felt reverence, wanting to kneel and surrender.

Only an immortal could inspire such awe.

Lin Cuiniang, Zhao Pingan, and Liu Ermei stared, breathless.

This… wasn’t Brother Yuan, was it?

He was just a bit stronger, befriended a monster king, and a child trying to stop floods.

How could he be a towering immortal, glowing with majesty?

No, impossible.

The demon roared furiously, its eyes burning with malice.

The entire county trembled, knees weak with primal terror.

Such a roar could only come from a monster!

People in Shili Village knelt, praying to the immortal for salvation.

The flood worsened.

The immortal stared coldly at the demon: “The world is in chaos. You and your kind exploited this to break through the seal and flood these lands.”

His divine voice echoed across the skies and earth.

The villagers gasped in realization.

The rain and floods were caused by evil spirits!

They wanted to destroy everything.

The townsfolk, soaked and confused, heard the immortal’s chilling declaration: “As an immortal, I bear the duty to slay demons. I will stop your chaos!”

In the next moment, the immortal drew an ice sword and battled the demon.

Brilliant spells and fierce attacks clashed in the dark night.

The demon controlled water, absorbing it to strike.

The immortal turned water into ice, shattered it with the sword, and pushed the demon back, step by step.

Finally, he traced a complex seal in ice.

The demon struggled in vain, trapped once more.

Its angry roars pierced the ears, causing pain and dizziness.

“Die!” the immortal’s divine command resounded.

The seal locked tightly.

The demon’s body cracked, dissolving into fading red and black light.

Only the radiant figure remained in the sky, white hair flowing, ice sparkling—too dazzling to look at directly.

One by one, the villagers knelt, overwhelmed with relief and awe at having survived.

Their faith and gratitude flowed toward Bai Yuan.

The immortal bowed his head slightly.

The energy spent in this “I kill myself” act was replenished, making him stronger.

Mythical beasts made of ice of various sizes bowed respectfully, acknowledging him as their master.

Bai Yuan performed the entire ritual with ease.

Though controlled by his will, the beasts retained divine power.

Calmly, he declared, “To save the people.”

The beasts dispersed.

On the ground, the county magistrate trembled, shocked: “There really are monsters and immortals in this world?”

At the mountain’s base, Zhao Pingan and Lin Cuiniang stared blankly at the immortal figure.

No matter how they looked, they saw no resemblance to their child.

While they searched for the monster king to ask where their son was off to fight the demon, the immortal suddenly lowered his head, his gaze soft and intimate.

At that moment, the floodwaters slowly receded.

The immortal reached out, gently fixing a blown-off straw mat on a roof.

It was a gesture of compassion and care from a divine being.

The couple was terrified.

Liu Ermei knelt in awe and fear.

Suddenly, the immortal flicked another ice thorn from his finger, hitting a wild boar suffering from rock injuries, and pierced it through the head.

The couple trembled.

The technique looked so much like their Brother Yuan’s!

Wait.

They suddenly realized—the immortal just said he was an immortal.

Immortal? Fairy? Divine being?

The couple began shaking uncontrollably.

Their child, always extraordinary, was truly an immortal?!