The Savior Says She's Having a Breakdown - Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Kidnapped by Aliens (Part 1)
For the first twenty years of her life, Feng Qingyu lived a plain, unexciting life, with few desires—except for her increasingly intense desire to change her name.
“Hello everyone, my name is Feng Qingyu, and I’m from…”
“Hahahaha, did this girl seriously use her middle school chuunibyou internet name as her real name?”
“She’s quite pretty, but her parents are a bit unreliable to give her a name like that.”
“Maybe her mom read too many romance novels.”
Every time she introduced herself, she would receive similar comments and a string of laughter. Although people didn’t mean to mock her, over time, Feng Qingyu’s temper grew increasingly volatile, with sharp words leaving her mouth, a complete reversal from the “Qingyu” (Light Whisper) in her name.
“How many times have I told you! Nüwa creating humans is just a myth! A story! I am absolutely not a descendant of Nüwa, and don’t even mention molding clay to create people! You’re past the age of believing stories, so stop being so silly and believing in myths, okay? Snap out of it! Kidnapping me really isn’t helping! It’s been days, and there’s been no progress. Can’t you figure it out?” Feng Qingyu sat on a small stool in the glass isolation room, looking at the puddles of mud she had mixed together, and shouted wildly at the outside. When she realized the other party wasn’t paying attention, her anger boiled over. Unable to tolerate it any longer, she flung the mud in her hand toward the direction of Maggie’s chair, cursing, “I’m telling you, can you hear me or not? Maggie! Maggie! Ma-ge-ji (a play on words)!”
The mud splattered on the glass window. A part of it stuck, obscuring Maggie’s figure, while the rest slid down the glass, leaving a dirty streak of mud.
Feng Qingyu glared fiercely at the “jailer” outside the glass room. She watched as the “jailer” slowly rose from her princess chair and walked toward her step by step, her black, polished military boots clicking with each step.
The door was pushed open by a guard. Maggie was surrounded, walking in expressionlessly. She said coldly, “I brought you back to create people, not to increase the workload for my servants.”
“I told you, I am absolutely not a Nüwa descendant! And I absolutely cannot create people! You’ve really got the wrong person! Let me go back to Earth quickly! My parents must be worried sick!”
Maggie watched her distress with amusement. Suddenly, she leaned down close to her, hooked her lips, and said, “Do you really want to go back to Earth?”
“Duh! I’m an Earthling! I should be living peacefully on Earth! If you space thugs hadn’t kidnapped me while I was sleeping, I would be sitting in a movie theater right now, drinking coke and eating popcorn! Not locked up here mixing this damn mud! And being observed like a monkey!” Feng Qingyu looked up at the person who was more than half a head taller than her. All the anger in her heart was converted into a roar, attempting to use the sound waves to make the other party submit. “Right now, I have an entire ‘Three-Character Classic’ that I’d love to recite to you!”
However, Maggie was completely unfazed by her shouting. Her tone was flat as she said, “Feel free to curse. Fiana is right. I’ll give you ten more days. If, within ten days, you still can’t make the mud turn into living people, then soon, you will return to Earth in a different form.”
Hearing she could return, Feng Qingyu was excited: “I don’t care about the form of return!”
Maggie smiled faintly: “As ashes.”
“You! You!” Whether from anger or fright, Feng Qingyu’s vision went black, and she fainted.
The culprit who caused all this, however, showed no trace of pity. With a wave of her hand, she ordered the guards to carry the person away.
As for why Feng Qingyu, an Earthling, ended up on an alien planet mixing mud—all of this must be traced back to five days ago, Alpha Star Time.
Blinking her eyes after being jostled awake from her sleep, Feng Qingyu saw a row of similarly dressed women standing before her. She was covered with a fluffy pink quilt on a matching fluffy pink, extra-wide bed. She thought she must still be asleep and neatly lay back down.
However, as soon as she closed her eyes, she heard a cold but melodious female voice ring out—
“Get up.”
Feng Qingyu pretended not to hear, trying to meld with the big bed beneath her. But soon, she heard footsteps getting closer, and then the bed beside her dipped. She was yanked up by a great force applied to her arm.
The genuine, intense pain where her arm was pinched into a red mark forced Feng Qingyu to face the fact that she was not dreaming.
Looking at the row of tall and imposing women with unkind expressions in front of her, Feng Qingyu anxiously said, “So, I’ve been kidnapped by you? But—did you kidnap the wrong person? My family is just an ordinary working-class family. We don’t have much money.”
“Apologies for startling you. We are the Rose Legion from Planet Alpha in the Sigma Galaxy. We hold no malice in inviting you here.”
“What?!” Feng Qingyu thought she might be hallucinating from too much sleep. “Where did you say you’re from?”
“You didn’t mishear. In your Earthling terms, we are all ‘aliens.'”
Remembering the argument she had with her roommate about aliens before falling asleep, and the joke she had made, “If I suddenly disappear one day, maybe you should consider that aliens really exist,” Feng Qingyu felt she had seriously tempted fate. She looked at the red-haired beauty at the front and tentatively asked, “There are so many people on Earth. Why did you specifically capture me?”
The leading red-haired beauty raised her chin, and someone immediately stepped forward and said, “This is the information we gathered on you—Name: Feng Qingyu; Age: 20 Earth years; Home Planet: Earth; Identity: Nüwa Descendant; Special Ability: Imparting Life.”
If the existence of aliens still fell within the understandable realm of science, then the words spoken by this group of aliens who kidnapped her were simply challenging Feng Qingyu’s twenty years of unwavering atheistic belief!
At this moment, she really wanted to shove this pink blanket right into the faces of the people across from her—they actually kidnapped her without a word because of a mythological story! Just because their technology is more advanced than Earth’s, does that mean they don’t have to be reasonable?
But as a fragile Earthling, and potentially being in a space she didn’t understand, Feng Qingyu had to consider her life. She forced herself to be patient, suppressing the fire in her heart, and gently tried to reason with these interstellar thugs who kidnapped people without warning: “I think… your understanding of ‘Nüwa creating humans’ might have a slight… error. On our Earth, Nüwa creating humans and God creating humans are just mythological stories, legends, under different cultures. They are just a kind of deified speculation by our ancestors when they had no knowledge of the origin of life…”
“That is incorrect,” the red-haired beauty interrupted her.
Feng Qingyu asked, puzzled: “What?”
“It is not a mythological story. You are a descendant of Nüwa,” the red-haired beauty insisted. “During my subordinate’s search on Earth, they detected an energy on you that was different from other Earthlings.”
Feng Qingyu suddenly felt that the red-haired beauty in front of her was genuinely beautiful, but her mind was also genuinely flawed. What a shame. Such a beautiful woman was a naive girl who firmly believed in mythological stories.
Apparently sensing what she was thinking, the red-haired beauty narrowed her eyes slightly in displeasure and said coldly, “You don’t believe it? It doesn’t matter. I will find a way to make you believe.”
Frightened by the coldness in her tone, Feng Qingyu’s legs, hidden under the quilt, involuntarily trembled three times.
Mom, this woman is terrifying! I want to go back to Earth! If I can go back, I’ll study every day!