The Supernatural Earth Guardian

The chill of the metal bed frame seeped through the tear at the elbow of my protective suit, while the tips of my fingers still held the frozen numbness of interstellar vacuum. A moment ago, the alien creature's razor-sharp claws were tearing open my abdomen, its viscous blood crystallizing into ice in the frigid air. The instant consciousness returned, the emergency lights beneath the dome hissed, stabbing my eardrums; the scent of rust mingled with disinfectant invaded my nostrils, and the electronic calendar on the wall flickered the date ‘2197.10.17.' This is the Medical Pod of the Human Base—the abyssal origin into which I was cast three years ago by Lucas Lewis. I abruptly sat up; the supernatural power monitor on my wrist pulsed with pale blue ripples, the power level remaining at 89%—the amount not yet drained by Lucas Lewis after we shared the Replication Supernatural Power. "Yolanda, you're awake?" The male voice at the door carried a deliberately gentle tone, like poison coated in sugar. Lucas Lewis wore a silver-gray commander's uniform, the three-star insignia on his epaulet gleaming coldly under the light. Behind him followed a woman in a white dress, her hem stained with brown soil, strands of grass clinging to her hair tips, her downcast eyes harboring a chilling darkness I would never forget until my dying day. It's Luna Xavier. On this day in my previous life, Lucas Lewis 'rescued' this woman from the ruins of city west, claiming she was the sole human survivor. At that time, I was still naive, believing that having one more companion meant one more chance for hope; only later did I learn she was a spy sent by an alien civilization, tasked with plundering Earth's core power. I was once the Base's only user of the replication ability, able to recreate any object I had touched through psychic power—from compressed biscuits to core components of laser cannons. For the sake of the 'future of humanity' Lucas Lewis spoke of, I gave him half of my supernatural power, aiding him in consolidating forces and propelling him to the position of Base leader. But what he repaid me with was a kiss with Luna Xavier in the blind spot of the surveillance cameras, branding me as a "traitor" at the full assembly, and personally activating the gate, throwing me—stripped of my supernatural power—into the encirclement of alien creatures. The last thing I saw was him holding Luna Xavier's waist, and the triumphant smile on Luna's lips was like a poisoned needle piercing through my congealed blood. Later, in the chaos of near death, I heard that Luna never intended to spare Lucas Lewis. After obtaining the coordinates of the Core power, she immediately transmitted the defense map of Human Base to the alien fleet. When the Base's Dome was blasted open by artillery fire, Lucas Lewis's screams were even more piercing than mine. "Thank you for saving her." I lowered my eyes, masking the hatred surging beneath, my fingertips silently clutching the bedsheet, nails digging into my palms—I cannot confront him head-on yet; the Replication Supernatural Power demands psychic power, and I have just been reborn, my Consciousness Realm still unstable. Lucas clearly did not expect me to remain so calm. He hesitated, reaching out to touch my forehead, only for me to quietly turn my head away. "She has lost all her family. From now on, she will stay in the Base. Please take good care of her." Luna Xavier timidly stepped forward, her fingertips lightly resting on the back of my hand. A chilling power seeped through my skin, bearing the metallic texture unique to the alien civilization. "Yolanda, thank you for being willing to take me in. I... I will do anything and won't cause any trouble for everyone." I withdrew my hand and quietly wiped my fingertips on the bedsheet, forcing a faint smile: "We are all human survivors; helping each other is only natural." The Medical Pod was eerily silent in the dead of night, with only the steady beeping of the instruments echoing. I closed my eyes, letting my psychic power descend into the Consciousness Realm—where a swirl of golden mist hovered, the last fragment of supernatural power I had desperately replicated before dying in my previous life, and the very foundation of my strength in this one. Lucas Lewis, Luna Xavier, what you owe me, what you owe humanity, I will reclaim bit by bit, principal and interest. Before dawn, clutching the discharge order from the Medical Pod, I made my way to the superpower training room. The base corridor was desolate, its walls riddled with bullet holes, with gusts of wind slipping through gaps and stirring the dust on the floor. The metal door of the training room slid open slowly. I stepped toward the supernatural power amplifier at the center, my fingertips pressing against the cold hull. My psychic power wove into fine threads, cautiously probing deep into the Consciousness Realm. There was a faint purple bond—one end connected to me, the other extending into Lucas Lewis's Consciousness Realm. It was the tether left behind after sharing supernatural power. I tried to sever it with my psychic power, but the moment I touched the bond, a violent backlash slammed into me. Staggering backward, a metallic sweetness rose in my throat as the power reading on the monitor plummeted to 79%. It seems that forcibly breaking it is impossible.