I've Never Seen a Woman with Such Archaeological Value

Why would someone have this misconception?

It's only been a month, not three years!

Thinking of this, Shen Menghan's cheeks flushed slightly. As the saying goes, a day apart feels like three autumns. She believed that she was missing him too much, which was why she had this strange feeling.

"Oh, it might be because I recently enhanced my physical attributes. Is it serious? I don't think I've changed much!" Seeing Shen Menghan lost in thought, Russell made up an excuse to divert her attention.

"Maybe I misread it. Also, you need to work on your competitive nature." Shen Menghan didn't think much of it. She had no guard against Russell and easily slipped inside.

Russell secretly breathed a sigh of relief and took over the conversation, saying, "Having a competitive spirit is a good thing; it keeps me motivated to keep moving forward."

"But competitiveness is a double-edged sword. While striving to be the best, it can also hurt others, or even yourself, without you realizing it." Shen Menghan said, gently stroking Russell's face, and said with heartache, "Promise me, never be anxious because of competitiveness, just do your best."

Hearing these deeply affectionate words, Russell felt a warmth in his heart, his heart pounding. He didn't refute his twisted logic, but nodded in agreement.

Shen Menghan smiled and looked around the somewhat messy room. She frowned slightly and began to tidy up. "I know the Main God Space puts a lot of pressure on you, but you can't stay at home all day watching dramas. Going out for a walk and relaxing is more efficient."

She tidied up the takeout container that Russell had left behind after finishing his meal, and then swept the house again. Russell scratched his face, feeling a little embarrassed, but when he went to help, he was pushed into the bathroom and given a change of clothes.

"Leave it to me. Take a good shower, or you'll turn into a stinky man."

"It's alright, I don't think it smells bad anywhere!"

"No, it has an unpleasant smell."

"OK, whatever you say."

Russell couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he washed up in the bathroom. When he came out, the room had already been cleaned, and Shen Menghan was carrying several bags of trash to throw them outside in the hallway. The apartment building had large trash cans in the hallways, which were emptied daily by cleaning staff.

"When you went on a trip to another city, I saw your posts on WeChat Moments. Those people were..." Russell leaned back on the sofa, took a shower, and felt refreshed.

Among the photos Shen Menghan posted on his WeChat Moments, several of the Russell looked familiar. He had that flop novel etched deep in his mind, but after three years, it was hard to match the characters to his own.

"They are my teammates. What do you think? Aren't they all great beauties?" Shen Menghan asked with a smile.

Russell shook his head decisively. "I've never seen a woman who looks so archaeologically valuable. I almost thought you went to Jurassic Park."

"Hehe, it's not as exaggerated as you say." Although she knew Russell was lying, Shen Menghan still laughed happily, washed her hands, and picked up the shopping bag on the table. "I guessed you would stay up late tonight, so I bought some noodles at the supermarket before I came. I'll make some noodles for you."

"No need, let me do it!" Russell felt a little embarrassed because he hadn't felt cared for in a long time. "You've been busy the whole time, and your clothes got dirty while you were cleaning. Go take a shower first, and I'll cook the noodles by the time you're done."

"Huh! Eh? This... this..."

Shen Menghan froze on the spot, her face flushed, as if she had gone through a fierce internal struggle. Then, she secretly glanced at Russell with her clear, bright eyes and whispered, "Well... alright then!"

As she spoke, she took out a change of clothes from her bag, dashed into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut.

He's incredibly strong; he almost broke the wall!

"Putting aside why you brought a change of clothes, just look at your inexplicable reaction. I didn't do anything, so why are you acting like you've been provoked..." By the end, Russell himself was stunned, and his face twitched slightly.

Damn, when women get dirty, men really have nothing to do with it!

Another half month passed in a flash, and the large batch of Marvel Comics and the Marvel Encyclopedia that Russell had ordered online had arrived at his door. Considering that translations would be unreliable, he bought the original English versions. It was a huge quantity, and he wouldn't have to do anything else for the next few days; these comics alone would keep him busy for a while.

Shen Menghan would visit Russell's house every few days, very curious about how many comics he had bought, since the Main God Space was full of Marvel Cinematic Universe, and reading comics would be pointless.

She was engrossed in reading the Spider-Man manga when she suddenly said, "I have something to tell you..."

"Go ahead and say it, I'm listening." The comic book in Russell's hand was Doctor Strange, and he was on the crucial part where the Ancient One was about to die.

That's great, that's how it should be drawn!

Shen Menghan put down her comic book and leaned closer to Russell: "My teammates will be coming to visit me in this city in a few days. Can you come with me then?"

"Ah! We just had a gathering, and now we're having another one?" Russell put down his book, looked up, and blinked in confusion.

Shen Menghan's teammates were the same few goofballs from the Main God Space. So much time had passed that he only remembered one girl with a terrible omen, and another who was constantly coughing up blood. Oh right, the one with the terrible omen was the protagonist of this world, and according to the plot, he would be killed.

This is a blood feud, and she must pay a bloody price!

Shen Menghan clasped her hands together and said, "Please, I've told them we're back together."

It's just a meeting, a chance to show my face and confirm my target for revenge.

Russell thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, "Let me make this clear from the start. I'm just as outstanding as they are, and no amount of hiding it will make it out. If they try to poach your girlfriend, don't blame me."

"You're overthinking it, it's impossible."

[Bite]

[Attention, host, the eighth mission world is about to begin. Ten-minute countdown has started. Please prepare.]

"Uncle Luo..."

Russell took out his Space Ring from the drawer and put it on. "I understand, you can leave anytime."

The ten-minute countdown ended, and Russell's vision blurred. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on a vast ocean. He was standing on Junk ship, the kind of wooden sailing ship often seen in movies and TV dramas, dating back to the Ming Dynasty.

The boat wasn't very big. From his modern perspective, the boat beneath his feet was very outdated and had only two uses: either as an antique or as a tourist boat.

On the deck, a group of dirty sailors were cleaning the deck. They were sallow-faced and muscular, dressed in disheveled clothes. Some wore straw hats, some had shaved heads, but most had long black braids that reached their waists.

From the front cabin came wails and cries, from both men and women, and loud curses of 'pirates' and similar terms.

"It doesn't look like a modern... pirate..." Russell raised his hand and touched the gunwale in front of him. This ship had weathered many storms, with sword marks, fire burns and black marks everywhere, and some parts were even shattered by cannon fire and had not yet been repaired.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Hurry up and go wash the deck!"

A sharp shout rang out, and Russell looked closely. The newcomer was a disheveled China man with a greasy, shiny forehead, his face covered in knife wounds and burns, and one eye that was dull and lifeless. His upper body was completely covered by a leather-stitched garment, but his lower body was clad in shorts, a very edgy style that suggested he could consider a career in the fashion world.

However, judging from your appearance, you should be China. I am China too, and the whole ship is full of China people. What kind of English are you speaking?

Noticing the flintlock pistol and longsword at his waist, Russell said politely, "Captain, I have something to report to you."

"What?" The man looked at Russell in surprise. "Are you crazy? I'm not the captain."

Russell: "..."

"Call me captain again next time, and I'll kill you!" The man raised his filthy finger and jabbed it hard into Russell's chest. "How come you're so clean? Were you hiding during the boarding action?"

"That's not important. What's important is what I'm going to say."

"Then hurry up and tell me, do you want to be thrown into the sea?"

"This isn't a good place; there are too many people around. What I need to say is very important. Let's go to the cabin to talk!"

The man looked at Russell suspiciously, then turned around and said, "Come with me. If you dare to lie to me, you know what will happen to you."

"I promise I won't let you down..." Russell grinned and followed.