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Space Empire

Danh005
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Note: self-insert MC. If you are still interested: I just want to write realistic space battles mixed with wish-fulfillment, Everything serves to that end. Unfortunately, this is rather slow-burn (or nothing is burning) because my brain demands good politics. As you can guess, I know jack shit about politics. To summarize: Sci-fi warfare with decently realistic physics, it will get more and more unrealistic as the story progress. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Chapter 1 - A New Cycle

Ah yes, morning, the time that my alarm blares out, the time that I need to get out of bed and the time that I am gonna ignore. If it can be ignored, it is not a problem…Oh right, that is why I set up the alarm. To be so annoying that I can't ignore it. Groaning my ass off, I raise my right arm up to turn the alarm off, only to find that I raise the wrong arm. Then I raise my left arm up to turn the alarm off and the alarm finally turns off. Luckily, my mind hasn't left that half-asleep state so I think I can just slip right back into my nice dream of…Oh right, my past self prepared for that and set up 5 alarms with a minute interval between each of them. 

Wait, no, I can't give up like this. Maybe I can just turn all of them off. Yeah, I can do that. I just need to hold the phone up, open the phone, type in the password and…Why did I put the Emperor of Man as the background again? Why am I no longer groggy?

Seeing no more use trying to go back to that nice dream, I turn off the alarms, all of the alarms, and prepare to get up. I wonder why I am suddenly feeling regret not dreaming to completion, it's not like I remember anything other than my own face. Hmm? How did I see my face? Don't mirrors in dreams usually work?

Well, no use wondering about it. Let's get out of bed and get ready for school. First, I need to check what subjects I am going to have to persist through for today…Today is Sunday. There's nothing for Sunday. Why did I fucking set the alarm, this is one of the few days that I can get a full 8 hours sleep?!

Rolling out of bed and falling to the ground, the impact knocks out the tiredness out of my limbs. Despite the slight pain, it is the best way to bring myself from sleepy to half-strength, especially in this dim light environment. Wait, dim light? This month is May, so the sun should rise early, why is it so dark? Standing up, I go to the window and open the curtains. Above the horizon and just above the skyline of Ho Chi Minh City, the sun dwells, its light blocked by the moon. Quite a surprise to see an eclipse this time of the year and in this place, a pleasant surprise. It is even a perfect eclipse with only the corona and its structures being visible. Turning around to take my phone for a picture, just for a single second, I see the moon still setting in the West. Oh, shi