Chapter 433 – Allen and the Doctor Save the World
[Character]: Allen (8/10)
[Class]: Lv.0 Taoist
[Skills]:
Healing Technique Lv.0: Casts a healing radiance on the target, restoring 0.3% health every 5 seconds. Duration and effectiveness increase with skill level.
Curse Technique Lv.0: Casts a random curse on the target—purple, red, or blue—corresponding to defense, life, and mana drain effects respectively. Multiple different curses can stack. Duration and effect improve with skill level.
[Location]: Battle of Time
[Condition]: Reach max Lv.120 to return to the original timeline.
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"I often get annoyed by how much freedom these instances give me."
Allen walked down a deserted street, eyes wide, scanning for signs of life.
Upon crossing over, he was hit with the realization—it looked like he was the only one here.
Beep!
Loading mission…
Mission: Find out who stole all of humanity.
Allen casually flipped his hair, confidently saying, "I'm a seasoned dimensional traveler now. I've learned to assign missions to myself."
The silent city was eerily quiet.
Shops intact, cars casually parked—everything looked like humanity had vanished in an instant.
In short, nothing made sense; everything reeked of the uncanny.
But Allen marched forward with confidence, completely unaware of the angel statues atop the buildings slowly turning their heads to glare down at him with twisted, menacing expressions.
Someone else?!
Even in a city devoid of people, Allen wasn't sure what qualified as "someone."
Not far away, a man in a tailored British-style suit was staring intently at one of the angel statues.
The sharply cut suit screamed "English gentleman," a stark contrast to the loose, casual fashion popular in America.
"Ohayō!"
"Ah!"
Allen had crept up silently and suddenly made a noise, startling the man into jerking his head around.
"Damn it!"
The man quickly turned back to face the angel statue and asked without looking away, "Who are you? At this point in time, there shouldn't be any humans left."
"I'm the main character, Allen. I just arrived and don't know what's going on. Can you fill me in?"
Allen looked at him sincerely, while the man stayed laser-focused on the angel.
"I'm the Doctor, a Time Lord. I'm investigating the Weeping Angels' invasion of Earth, trying to save humanity…"
"Hold up."
Allen interrupted, studying him closely before scoffing, "Americans really have no culture. They're always stealing from the Empire of the Rising Sun. No wonder those kimchi-loving copycats are obsessed with hijacking cultural heritage—they learned it from their godfather."
"…"
The Doctor Who TV series has lasted for decades and remained popular in the Empire of the Rising Sun. It's practically a cultural icon.
It clearly doesn't fall under American comic universes, which only means one thing…
"The idiot author ran out of ideas and decided to cram in Doctor Who." Allen flipped off the sky with a look of disdain.
The Doctor, visibly exasperated, had traveled to the future via the TARDIS, only to find the entire planet overtaken by Weeping Angels—and himself already targeted, unable to escape.
"The situation is dire. I need your help."
"Nope."
Before the Doctor could even explain what kind of help he needed, Allen decisively turned him down.
"You want me to stare at the Weeping Angels while you run off? Not falling for that one."
With that, Allen casually walked away.
"Come on! Just hold them off for a bit—I'll come back with the TARDIS!" the Doctor shouted anxiously.
But Allen didn't even flinch.
CRASH!
The sound of breaking glass rang out.
The Doctor was curious what Allen was up to, but the Weeping Angel in front of him seemed to scream danger with every fiber of its being—taking his eyes off it could mean instant death.
"I'm back~"
Moments later, a tall mirror was positioned in front of the Doctor, reflecting the Weeping Angel.
Allen looked proud. "Don't praise me too much. I get shy."
"Move!"
The Doctor, in no mood to joke, grabbed Allen and dashed in one direction, explaining, "The mirror only stalls them for a bit. They'll catch up soon."
Weeping Angels are higher-dimensional beings that follow strict observational rules.
When observed, they freeze like statues. But the moment they're not being watched, they instantly move to banish their target into a temporal dimension, draining their time energy to prolong their own existence.
Allen, however, wasn't the least bit concerned.
At that moment, he wore a bashful smile, skipping joyfully as the Doctor dragged him along. "Doctor, this feels like I'm the runaway bride, leaving the groom in tears to elope with my lover."
"I don't judge same-sex relationships."
The Doctor replied offhandedly while pulling out his sonic screwdriver and pointing it ahead.
Suddenly, a police call box began to phase into view.
The TARDIS—an advanced time-travel spaceship built by the Time Lord civilization.
Judging by his clothes and face, Allen had met the Tenth Doctor.
The two dashed inside and shut the door behind them.
Outside, a crowd of Weeping Angels surrounded them. But with its own sentient consciousness, the TARDIS refused entry to danger.
"I've figured out when they came from. Now I'll send them back."
The Doctor locked onto the coordinates and initiated the time jump.
Allen curiously examined the interior but felt no change during the rewind process.
"Doctor, do you have any spare TARDISes?"
In the Doctor Who universe, time technology is accessible to Level 6 civilizations.
But in the known multiverse, only a handful of civilizations ever reached that level—and the Time Lords are already extinct. Only the Doctor and a few others remain.
At Allen's question, the Doctor fell silent.
Then the TARDIS shuddered.
When they stepped out, they found themselves inside a spaceship.
"The source of the problem is an old TV set. We just need to unplug it to fix everything," the Doctor explained.
An old TV set?
Allen looked around at the ship's interior—it felt strangely out of place.
But that's the Doctor Who universe for you.
The cheaper the villain looks, the more dangerous they are.
The more high-tech they look, the more likely they're just a one-episode filler.
Before Allen could ask more, the Doctor was already searching urgently.
"Why is there no one on board?"
Allen wandered through the enormous ship, noting the same eerie silence.
He checked every room for anything resembling a TV.
After a full sweep, he finally found the Doctor.
The Doctor stared gravely at a monitor showing an empty room.
"It's too late," he said, despair thick in his voice.
"We can use the TARDIS," Allen suggested.
"Impossible."
The Doctor briefly explained the rules of time travel:
The TARDIS can't revisit a time point within one year of a previous visit. Otherwise, both points create entangled anchor nodes that form a singularity—a black hole that endlessly devours matter and eventually destroys the universe.
That's under normal conditions.
Right now, they were already at the wrong time point. Traveling further back would require exponentially more energy. And since they couldn't lock onto the ship's location, the TARDIS would drift endlessly in space unless they miraculously encountered a time rift to refuel.
That chance is about as likely as being struck by a meteor while crossing the street.
"The ship's destination is Earth. We have to stop the Angels from escaping."
The Doctor turned serious. "The Weeping Angels are at their weakest while trapped in a time cage…"
After such long imprisonment, they desperately need time energy—basically, the lifespan of living beings.
And to seal the time rift behind them, an equivalent amount of time energy is required. If not, the rift will keep devouring the universe until it becomes unsealable.
End result: the universe still dies.
Earth, being the nearest planet with life, is naturally their first hunting ground.
"Captain Teemo on duty. Doctor, give me your orders."
Allen puffed out his chest like a soldier about to lay down his life.
The Doctor gave him a strange look, then pulled out his sonic screwdriver and scanned the area.
Psst…
A hissing sound, and a hidden hatch slid open.
They were greeted by a lush forest scene.
But the forest was filled with scorched angel statues, all staring into the ship's control room.
Deep within the forest, a tear of white light twisted and warped at its edges.
"This is the ship's oxygen recycling system. That light is a time rift. The crew was likely thrown into it by the Angels to slow the rift's expansion. Our only option is to reach the far end of the oxygen chamber, create a breach, and generate a vacuum pressure. That'll suck in the Angels, and since the rift actively absorbs time-energy-rich beings, their own energy will seal it shut."
The Doctor turned to Allen, his tone deadly serious. Allen, on the other hand, looked totally lost.
He hadn't understood a single word of that technobabble.
I mean, you can't expect a certified lunatic to grasp that level of complexity.
"Just tell me what to do," Allen said coolly, trying to hide his cluelessness.
The Doctor pointed at a button. "Once you feel a powerful suction, press this. That's all."
"What about you?"
Allen scoffed, "If it's not dangerous, how will I prove how important I am?"
"I'll go breach the wall."
Before the Doctor finished his sentence, he was already at the oxygen chamber's entrance, calming his nerves—clearly risking his life.
Then, a hand landed on his shoulder.
Turning around, he saw Allen, who said nonchalantly, "Leave the cool stuff to the professionals."
If the Doctor broke the wall, maybe he'd last long enough for the TARDIS to save him.
But in a vacuum, even a second longer might be fatal.
Allen, though? The Doctor was confident he'd make it back in time.
BOOM!
A loud bang, followed by a monstrous suction force.
The Weeping Angels that had been focused on the Doctor were ripped off the ground, uncontrollably flying back—straight into the rift.
In a flash, they vanished, sealed back into their temporal prison.
At that moment, the Doctor slammed the button.
The hatch closed, and the suction vanished.
Without hesitation, the Doctor ran toward the TARDIS—every second in outer space could be lethal.
But—
There was Allen, perfectly fine, right in front of him.
"How did you—?!"
The Doctor stared in disbelief at both Allen and the now-sealed hatch.
"You're wondering how I made it back?"
Allen clapped his shoulder smugly. "Just a little magic. Gotta believe in science."
"…"
Well, the Doctor had seen some weird stuff.
He himself was one of the weirdest. No point questioning it.
Besides, meeting Allen in the future already defied logic.
"Time is correcting itself. We need to go."
They dashed toward the TARDIS—
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Cloudy skies over London.
An old-fashioned police box—out of place in the modern world—quietly shifted from illusion to reality.
Passersby instinctively overlooked its sudden appearance, as if their minds refused to register it.
"Another day, another world saved."
The Doctor looked out at the ordinary human world and shouted with excitement.
Stopping alien invasions and preventing the destruction of Earth—just another day at work for the Doctor, who also happened to drag along companions for time-traveling adventures.
"Doctor, do people here all wear hearing aids on their ears?"
Allen tilted his head, eyeing the pedestrians with similar-looking devices hooked around their ears.
"Hearing aids?"
The Doctor's excitement vanished in an instant as realization dawned on him. His expression turned grave. "What kind of tech are they using?"
With a flick of the sonic screwdriver, he scanned the devices for information.
"Humans typically use mobile phones—when did they make a leap to neural-interface communication tech?"
"Humanity shouldn't be capable of fully mastering, let alone implementing, this kind of technology."
"Could the timeline have shifted?"
Muttering to himself, the Doctor suddenly turned the sonic screwdriver on Allen—and his expression changed drastically in an instant, eyes wide with shock. "You're not a native of this universe. You're radiating a terrifying amount of temporal energy!"
"Yup."
Allen readily admitted it, making no effort to hide the truth.
"You've traveled through time—repeatedly—and interfered with historical events."
As a Time Lord, the Doctor had a deep understanding of temporal mechanics, and he immediately grasped the root of the problem.
"Five times."
Allen's golden cheat system had sent him across timelines for the first five jumps; starting from the sixth, he'd been casually wandering the multiverse.
Hearing the confirmation, the Doctor's face grew even darker.
"According to the laws of temporal correction, any foreign element introduced into a timeline creates a branching parallel world. We may not be able to return to our original universe."