Chapter 3: The Cliched Late-Night Plot

The rain at night outside the window proved that some force was interfering with the raindrops beating against the window.

So why did this force make such an interference?

The deeper reasons, for lack of information, let us put aside for now.

But one thing was clear—

This mysterious force had isolated the rain outside, and to describe it based on the result, it had circled the entire mansion, achieving a level of 'isolation' in some way.

At the same time, the 'person' or 'thing' that caused this phenomenon,

Ought to be inside the mansion.

Would my reckless wandering throughout the mansion attract the other party's attention, or even trigger some unexpected changes?

To take a step back,

If there is something guarding this force...

Would I be able to deal with it?

————

Facing the empty corridor, silent and desolate like a quiet chamber,

Yang Siming thoughtfully withdrew his foot and cautiously and gently closed the door.

He turned around.

His purpose was clear as he walked back to the desk where he had awoken and picked up the unintelligible diary.

Immediately, an almost imperceptible muttering began to speak to himself.

"Although this is a bit beyond imagination..."

"But isn't traveling through itself a very incredible thing?"

"So now, let's make a bold guess."

"The text in this diary may be connected to the world before I traveled through time and might even hold the possibility that I can decode it successfully."

"First, apply the most common Latin alphabet system."

"A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z. Based on grammatical intervals and frequency of use, the most commonly used is E, with a probability of 11.1607, followed by A with a probability of 8.4966,....."

"And for short words with two letters in interval, S, O and the like are common exists..."

That's right, Yang Siming was applying cryptographic methods to decode the content of the notebook.

The encryption methods of the languages on Earth!

What happened next was even more unbelievable.

Contrary to his previous intuition, this method turned out to be effective!

Using the Latin alphabet—

The letter sequence habits of the basis of modern English, the text he slowly deciphered perfectly matched its grammatical rules, with clear bytes like 'is' 'to' "of" emerging!

The rules of Earth's text have been successfully applied to the language of another world?

"If Mr. Chomsky were here, he would certainly think I am especially lucky..."

Unable to help it, Yang Siming remembered a linguistics expert he had met.

Out of the 7 billion people on Earth, perhaps only he had the chance to personally translate a language from another world.

Of course, compared to that, the results of the translation were even more astonishing.

Could it be that this diary was written in a form of 'English' that had different shapes...

Boom—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, an unprecedentedly loud thunderclap interrupted Yang Siming's work.

Following that, the door he had just closed.

Was actually knocked from the outside!

In an instant, Yang Siming's neck muscles tensed, and his eyes involuntarily narrowed.

When he had looked down the corridor just now, it had clearly been pitch-black, without even a ghostly shadow in sight.

In just a few short minutes, there was already a disturbance?

Who on earth is knocking from outside now?

Or rather—

What is that thing!

Indeed, the situation had begun to align with his guesses, but it was precisely the outcome he least hoped for.

If the other party was directly knocking outside now, how should he respond?

He couldn't possibly go and open the door so brazenly, could he?

What if there was a monster wearing a white nurse uniform with a metal triangle on its head or a terrifying lunatic with skin peeled off and flesh exposed?

Then what would he do if it came with a surprise attack as soon as the door was opened!

Click—

Just as Yang Siming pondered, an even more speechless incident occurred.

As the protective barrier separating himself from the dark corridor, this door that could be called the last line of defense.

With a click,

the doorknob was gently turned, and it just opened...

I really should have blocked the door lock earlier!

As Yang Siming felt helpless inside, the view beyond the door once again appeared before his eyes.

However, it was somewhat different from the terrible monsters he had imagined.

The one who opened the door was a young woman wearing a black-and-white maid outfit, holding a candlestick in her hand.

As for features...

This girl was unbelievably beautiful.

Even if the antiquated candlelight flickered ceaselessly, even if shadows sprawled over her form, even if the coarse maid outfit severely obstructed the girl's graceful figure.

Even so, it was hard to conceal her breathtaking beauty!

Her flaxen hair, as soft as daisies, gently cascaded down to her buttocks; the delicate features of her face were highlighted by the flush on her cheeks; the black-and-white old-fashioned maid dress added an extra touch of cuteness.

And, on top of this captivating appearance, what was deadly were those slender brows under which lay a pair of eyes brimming with autumn waters, at that moment reflecting a stellar glow as they stared at Yang Siming.

Even from several meters away, he could see his own reflection in those eyes of longing.

A girl smitten with young love, no more.

Yang Siming could confirm that even in the 21st century before he had crossed over, despite having 'surf'ed the Internet for over a decade, he had never seen a beauty of this magnitude!

Let alone now, in this circumstance—

And then, the young lady spoke:

"Young master, the thunder outside is so loud!"

"Vilarnika... Vilarnika....."

Her gentle tone trembled, conjuring fear in her endearing gaze.

Right before Yang Siming, the young lady seemed to have been driven senseless by the thunder and could only seek solace in her master's room.

Holding the candlestick in one hand, the young woman's other arm wrapped around herself in helplessness.

Unintentionally or perhaps intentionally, this gesture fully revealed her shapely figure.

Any man of normal aesthetic sense would surely find it impossible to resist such temptation.

Thereupon, as was only fitting, Yang Siming spoke up:

"Do not be too afraid."

"If you don't mind, young master, I can keep you company for a while."

"..."

"You....."

"Is that how you wish me to respond?"

"Nameless 'entity.'"

At first, a hint of surprise flickered in the girl's eyes.

But Yang Siming's subsequent words quickly turned her expression to stone. Maintaining her puzzled look, the young lady pondered for a moment before she began to stammer out her helplessness and confusion like a feeble little animal:

"Youn... Young master."

"What are you talking about?"

"How could Vilarnika... Vilarnika possibly..."

"If you wish to come in and talk with me."

"Then rather than being frightened by thunder, I think it would be more sensible if you had come to check on your master because you found him up late at night."

This time, Yang Siming directly interrupted the girl's act, his gaze gaining confidence from his assumptions proving correct.

"Your aim is to make me leave this room."

"Right?"

"..."

Yang Siming's assertive counter-question was met with no reply.

And under his dominant tone, the girl's gaze became even colder.

A dangerous presence, like a wild beast ready to pounce!

However, facing such a 'girl,' and contrary to his honest physical reaction, Yang Siming's lips curled into a slight, scornful smile:

"A beautiful maid comes in the dead of night to throw herself into my arms."

"For a trope so outdated that even science fiction authors have discarded it, it seems rather outdated to employ."

"Isn't it?"

In response, the self-proclaimed Vilarnika bowed her head slightly, allowing her expression to completely sink into the darkness.

Like being struck in a vital spot during a confrontation, she remained silent!