Nan Mo had awakened from the smell of herself. Seeing the dark greenish grime covering her body, she felt utterly disgusted.
With a thought, she left the space. She spent more than an hour showering in the bathroom, using over half a bottle of body wash before she finally managed to scrub herself clean.
Looking at her reflection, she saw skin as smooth as congealed cream, delicate enough to seem breakable at a touch. Her already exquisitely sculpted face now appeared even more radiant and striking.
Her silky hair draped softly over her snow white shoulders, gleaming faintly. Her bright eyes resembled deep lakes, clear and luminous, with long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
Beneath her high nose bridge, her cherry lips were naturally rosy, and a faint smile lingered at their corners like a flower blooming in spring.
She glanced at her phone and saw it was still early. What she urgently needed now was to figure out what other functions the space had.
Since she already had a space, perhaps an apocalypse or another transmigration might happen as well.
She picked up her phone, unlocked it using the password from memory, turned on the video recording function, and set it in front of the mirror.
Returning to the bedroom, she picked up an apple from the coffee table and cut it in half. She also took two spare phones from the bedside drawer.
Back in the bathroom, she shut and locked the door in one smooth motion.
With another thought, she returned to the space and stood before the wooden house. She placed half the apple by the door, turned on the timer on one phone, and set it beside the apple.
She pushed open the wooden door. Inside was a full set of minimalist style sofas, and the marble floor of the living room was so clean it reflected her figure.
The interior and exterior were completely different styles. Outside looked ancient and rustic, yet inside was entirely modern.
Though the house looked small from the outside, inside it opened into a vast area that seemed at least two or three hundred square meters.
She placed the other half of the apple on the living room coffee table, turned on the timer of the second phone, and began exploring.
To the left of the living room was an open kitchen fitted with a full set of white cabinets and every kitchen appliance imaginable. When she turned on the gas stove and faucet, both worked perfectly. There was even hot water.
Next to the kitchen was a bathroom with separate wet and dry areas. Not only did it have a shower, it also had a round bathtub she liked.
Nan Mo seriously suspected this space had been custom made just for her.
On the right side of the living room were three doors. She opened one and found a suite matching the same décor style as outside. The room had its own bathroom and walk in closet, and even a small study in the bedroom. All the furniture was complete.
She opened another door. It was a guest room with an identical layout.
She assumed the third room would be the same, but when she opened it, she was stunned.
There was nothing inside, yet it stretched endlessly out of sight. How big was this? How many things could it hold?
The entire house was like a newly decorated model home, fully furnished and ready to move into.
She waited inside the wooden house for a while. When she checked the phone, half an hour had already passed.
She tried using her thoughts to pull the phone outside the door toward her. To her surprise, it worked.
She confirmed that time outside the house and inside the house matched.
After leaving the space, she reviewed the video she had recorded and discovered that people could indeed enter it, which suited her perfectly. The footage showed that when she entered, her physical body disappeared from the room as well, not just her consciousness.
Whether it was transmigration or an apocalypse, a space that allowed people inside was practically divine assistance.
She checked the time again. Only three minutes had passed outside.
That meant the time ratio between the space and the outside world was ten to one. Ten minutes inside equaled one minute outside.
(T/N: Just to clarify the timing test. She used three phones. One stayed in the real world, one was placed inside the space but outside the wooden house, and one was placed inside the wooden house. She discovered that time flows the same everywhere inside the space, whether inside or outside the house. However, time in the space moves faster than in the real world, at a ratio of 10 to 1. That means 10 minutes inside the space equals 1 minute outside.)
After finishing her tests, Nan Mo quickly changed clothes and went downstairs.
The servants had been busy with their tasks, but the moment they saw her walk out of her room, every one of them stopped and turned to look at her.
Nan Mo, however, behaved as if she noticed nothing. Her steps did not pause as she walked calmly and gracefully toward the dining room.
Although she felt a little nervous inside, she carried herself as if she were long accustomed to being watched.
At that moment, Butler Qin, who managed the household affairs, received word that she had left her room.
He did not dare delay even a second. Immediately putting down what he had been handling, he hurried toward the dining room.
When he arrived, he saw her sitting at the table.
To his surprise, the young lady before him was completely different from how she had been two days earlier.
Not only was she even more beautiful, the sorrow that had once made hearts ache for her had vanished, replaced by calmness and confidence.
How wonderful. The young lady had pulled through.
“Serve the dishes,” Nan Mo said naturally to the servant beside her.
She then turned to Butler Qin. “Uncle Qin, please call Brother Qin later. I will need him to accompany me to the company these next few days. Right now, I trust no one there except you.”
“Alright.” As always, Butler Qin spoke little but never failed in his tasks. Nan Mo liked dealing with people like him.
While eating, she kept feeling that something was off. Everyone here felt strangely familiar.
Nan Mo. Butler Qin. Butler Qin’s son Qin Yue. Her father Nan Zhengting. Her mother Luo Ci. Her brother Nan Xiao…
These were characters from a novel she had read.
In the original story, little Nan Mo had transmigrated into a girl in the 1970s on the tenth day after her parents and brother died.
The spatial pendant had gone with her, but she had never discovered its secret.
Life had been hard, yet her greatest comfort had been that her parents and brother were there too.
They were not the same people as before, yet they looked identical and loved her just as much.
Nan Mo had firmly believed they were simply missing the memories of one lifetime.
Because of Luo Ci’s background status, some people had wanted to drag Nan Zhengting down from his position as director of the steel factory.
There had to be a reason for everything. Before Luo Ci’s parents left and moved the whole family to Hong Kong, they had publicly severed ties with her in the newspapers to protect her household.
As a result, certain people had set their sights on Nan Xiao and Nan Mo.
“Young people should go to the countryside to receive reeducation from the poor and lower middle peasants. It is very necessary…” Those had been the leader’s words. Nan Zhengting had quickly arranged for Nan Xiao to enlist in the army through his connections.
Nan Mo would soon graduate from high school. Under normal circumstances, if no one were watching, it would have been easy for Nan Zhengting to arrange a clerical job for his daughter at the steel factory.
But now so many people were waiting for him to make a mistake. Nan Mo refused to let her father take that risk, even if it meant her own death.