Dylan got up in a hurry.
Thank the Emperor we're not on Terra—if this were the original world, he'd probably be viral on some shady website by now.
"I literally just got Isekai'd today and already a girl tried to climb me like a tree without saying a word…"
Even with all the inner complaints, Dylan finally escaped Stelle 's surprise cling-fest thanks to the help of two strangers. He followed the pink-haired girl in the blue outfit into another room.
March 7th had been completely thrown off. She thought the two were just a flirty couple playing some weird game—but no, that was full-on harassment!
Nobody wants to be randomly groped, not even by someone pretty. That kind of stuff is shocking no matter how you slice it.
She glanced back at Dylan, who stood there wearing slippers like some lost tourist. His face was handsome, sure, but the aura around him was something else—something… dangerous. Powerful.
She found herself subconsciously wanting to get closer. And maybe… bite him a little?
Well, that reaction made a lot more sense now.
March turned back to Dan Heng and Stelle , still talking behind them, and asked:
"Wait… you're seriously saying you didn't know her before this?"
"Nope. Never seen her in my life."
Dylan didn't even blink before shaking his head.
March scratched her head, wondering how to break the awkward tension. But before she could try, Dylan spoke first.
"Miss March 7th, can I ask… where exactly am I?"
"Huh!? You don't even know where this is?"
"I really don't. I can't remember much of anything," Dylan sighed. "I just know I was… some kind of researcher, I think."
Of course, this was the excuse Dylan had already prepared. No one would believe he literally fell into a different universe. And if anyone did, they'd probably mark him as a threat.
It was safer to fake amnesia. And honestly, that wasn't far from the truth—he didn't know jack about this world anyway.
"Oof. That's rough," March muttered.
"This is the Herta Space Station," she explained. "And you and that girl? Definitely not part of the staff."
Space station?!
Dylan's brain short-circuited.
Wait—if this is a space station, then I'm literally in orbit right now!?
There were no windows nearby, no external views. Dylan hadn't even realized they weren't planet-side. But now that he knew, he could feel the existential crisis clawing at his chest.
I just wanted to learn swords or magic or something—why the hell am I in deep space!?
Seeing his face pale, March continued:
"Well, let's go see the Station Master first. If she doesn't recognize you, maybe… you can come with us?"
She brightened up suddenly. "Wanna go on an adventure?"
"…Adventure?"
"Oh! I forgot to properly introduce myself! I'm March 7th, and that's Dan Heng. We're both part of the Astral Express. It's a train that travels between planets. We're here on a rescue mission from the station's request, but normally we're always hopping between stars. It's super exciting!"
March lit up like a festival. The more she talked, the more animated she got, practically bouncing on her toes.
Dylan tuned out most of it, summing things up mentally:
They were some kind of interstellar explorers who sealed things called "Stellaron"—basically apocalyptic space bombs. The journey involved danger, scenery, and apparently… teleporting space trains.
And that last bit?
That actually caught his attention.
The Express could jump between planets.
Could he use that to get home?
For a split second, Dylan allowed himself to imagine returning to Earth, walking down a sidewalk, holding boba in one hand and a phone in the other.
But… no.
Earth's tech wasn't even remotely capable of interstellar travel. The furthest humans had reached was telescoping MAMBO-9, and that was just with observation.
He didn't even know where the hell he was now—trying to return home was a fantasy.
What mattered was surviving. And if this "Express" had jump tech, he could study it—adapt it.
He wasn't just Dylan anymore.
The moment he crossed over, his Warhammer 40K system had booted up and quietly granted him Space Marine physiology:
Superhuman senses.
Muscle density 10x human max.
A second heart.
Reinforced bones.
Self-purging toxins.
Sleep optional.
And best of all—his mind was now a fortress and his insane fertility that increase per how much he is stronger!!!
He didn't need to be a captain, not yet. But he wasn't some fragile civilian anymore either.
Survive first. Rule later.
"Thanks, Miss March. I'll be in your care then."
"Just call me March! I totally get the memory thing, too—I lost mine once. So don't stress it, I'll look after you!"
March puffed her chest, acting like she had just adopted a lost puppy.
Not long after, Dan Heng walked out of the next room with Stelle trailing behind him. Clearly, a lecture had been given.
Stelle walked over to Dylan, her face flushed with guilt.
"…Sorry. I was wrong."
"It's fine," Dylan said, waving it off. "You've got amnesia too. I get it."
"Mn…"
Dan Heng nodded in approval.
"march 7 , she's called Stelle . Just like you, she can't remember anything besides her name. I'll take them both out first."
March threw her hands up dramatically.
"Ooooh! We're the Amnesia Trio!"
Dan Heng: "…?"
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