Stuck in a Chinese novel

> Everything in today's chapter is purely fictional and has no association with history. <

Challenger 1802.

A name I was familiar with. History was a great thing and I was very interested in history from a young age. At four, I combed through the entire NYC library.

Americans came from Britain. A common theory everyone knew. Britain, on the other hand, had a much more vast history compared to America which was barely 400 years old.

Well known for its military and strategic might, Britain was once a nation that ruled the entire world. The ambitious beauties who used their might to let the entire world know of their existence.

Perfect kind of women I'd say.

One such woman was Queen Victoria, more commonly known as the 'Empress of India' among many of her other titles. The sole reigning queen who announced to the world that women were powerful creatures as well. And unlike Nefertiti or Cleopatra, didn't really need their bodies to rule over man.

Under her reign, the East India Company took complete hold of the Subcontinent in just a few years and she didn't even have to leave England to do that.

One such loyal officer of hers was Sir Doctor Joseph Barlèt. He was the doctor of the royal family and a soldier as well and he was sent to the subcontinent under the guidance of the royal navy to firm their hold over the subcontinent.

Challenger 1802. The giant ship he was put in charge of. For thirteen years, he was the captain of that ship and captured many harbors for clean passage between England and the Subcontinent.

Their mission lasted for nearly fourteen years and after fourteen long years, they were finally permitted to go home once the Indian rebellion was dealt with and the East India Company had taken complete control of the subcontinent.

Now here's where a misfortunate accident happened.

Someone went in and changed history. It wasn't a major history. Joseph Barlèt's crew was of little significance to England. After getting a few medals, they were all relieved of their positions.

Well, relieved was a gentle word. They were all thrown out.

Some of them committed suicides, while some died in tragic accidents. It was said that Joseph Barlèt himself turned paranoid. He felt like everyone was out to get him. Abusive tendencies and all that, which was why he was thrown in prison where he slowly withered away, both mentally and physically.

That's what normally should have happened. That was the real course of history.

However, a lunatic, a literal one, went ahead and changed history. My father managed to save most of it and contain the damage but some parts of the history were damaged.

One such part was the disappearance of the 'Challenger 1802'. Where it went was still a mystery. Many thought they ran away while some thought they were caught up in a storm, devoured by the sea.

Still, to the present date, nothing was salvaged to prove the latter theory so the former theory was a much more valid theory.

Not to mention in the times when the might of Britain was at its peak. Desertion in such a case would spell a whole different meaning.

I made my way to the giant door that had the word, 'Royal Navy, Challenger 1802' written on it in the giant font.

The door wasn't locked by any of the magic mechanisms but by the lever lock mechanism. While the lever lock mechanism was an unbreakable mechanism two centuries ago, it was very easy to crack in the current timeline.

And for me, it was like literally moving a lever.

Everyone turned to look at me curiously while Sophien had some sort of realization in her eyes. Of course, I didn't respond to that look. Just because she thought she realized something didn't mean she was right.

I didn't really have to confirm her hypothesis. I mean, there wasn't any reason I had to either. She would gain nothing by knowing I was from another world like her. And from how she had acted so far, I had a good guess she was from Earth or a variant of Earth.

"How did you do that?" Sera suspiciously asked.

"I can do magic," I replied.

"So can I," Sera replied, her eyes squinted at me in suspicion to which I just wanted to raise my middle finger but doing that would be useless because I doubt these guys knew what that meant.

"Come on," I said and took the lead. Inside was what you would call a typical scientific facility. The entire structure seemed to have been made from metal but the metal was not the same. However, the method of smelting and crafting it was the same.

There were several rooms next to the slim corridor once we entered. We checked all those rooms one by one but I didn't find anything of significance. There were some resting areas but other than that, there was mostly nothing.

But that changed when we arrived at what looked like a giant hall.

"Those are…" Sophien instinctively said.

"Some sort of swords?" Eric asked.

"Weapons of the gods," Alicia said.

Putting aside the fact that everything foreign to these guys was something from the gods, what I saw was very impressive given the era they were from.

Guns and guns. Lots, and lots of guns. Guns from the gunpowder age to the modern age, of course, their image was somewhat kept the same from the old Napoleon era, but they were full-fledged automatic rifles.

[They wouldn't have had access to such data]

Human imagination was very vast. Twisted, but vast. They thought just a blowing grenade wasn't enough. Let's add something to make it more lethal so they added shells to it.

Still not lethal? The Germans said, 'I got you.'

Let's add gas that makes one choke on their own and kill them without even invading their territory.

Po*n isn't weird enough? The Japanese took the great mission upon themselves and created sh*t that even gave me nightmares and drove many to death, literally.

So as far as the imagination was concerned, anyone could have it from one idea. Guns were already a very good idea. Making them advanced wasn't very difficult for mankind.

These guys must have been the same.

But that wasn't what I was focused on. There was something else that was bothering me. The Challenger went missing in 1860. When did it arrive here? From the state of the base, it wasn't very recent. This structure was at least 300 years old at the least.

Did they procreate? Create a new civilization? But if they did, how come the residents of Isis never came to know of them?

How did they survive in a world with mana without mana? How did they live if they never made it out of this base? Were they still here?

So many questions yet so few answers.

"Look at this." Eric's voice reached my ears while I was focused on the guns. Before heading over there though, I took all of the guns. All the shelves were full so the deck wasn't missing any.

If there were people here, then they wouldn't have weapons to defend themselves against us which would make dealing with them easier.

Assuming they were enemies.

I made my way to Eric while everyone else had gathered there as well. Metallic swords weren't that amazing to them considering they didn't know of their functions. But this, this looked like a structure that couldn't be explained by common sense.

[Is that a…]

Guns I could understand because the idea existed. But the idea of this didn't exist back then.

"What is that?" Alicia asked.

"A particle accelerator." It didn't matter if Sophien got on me with this. Nothing else mattered as well because what I was seeing was something else.

A fully automated and prepped particle acceleration with radioactive spatial neurons, a radioactive catastrophe whose result wouldn't be a simple explosion.

The nukes of Nagasaki and Hiroshima would pale in comparison to this. The radiation alone would be highly destructive.

Wait a minute.

Wasn't the Demon Empire nearby?

"Ahhh!!!" Suddenly a scream disrupted my chains of thought. I turned to look at Alicia who was clutching her head and on her knees, a painful expression on her face.

I hurriedly made my over to her and began to heal her but the damage wasn't physical. Something else was going on inside of her.

"We have to… to… leave… now…" Alicia laboriously completed one sentence but her eyes seemed to be bleeding a little.

She was resisting something. Or she was letting something in.

"A divine revelation," Eric said.

Fu*k. A divine revelation was the fancy way of saying the Supremes trying to contact their apostles or representatives.

Right now, Veronica was sending a message to Alicia. A message to run away.

Click!

I raised my head at the sound of a soft metallic click. A familiar sound.

"Guests after so long," A man who seemed to be in his mid-forties said, "What a pleasant day it is."

Fu*k again.