What's going on?!
Yan Xing looked around frantically but found that Lin Hao had completely vanished from the room.
Had he seen a ghost?
The blades around his body began to flutter chaotically, responding to his agitated emotions.
It was beyond bizarre how a full-grown person could just disappear right under his nose.
He suddenly noticed the door was slightly ajar. Sensing something was wrong, he rushed forward to open it.
But just as he reached for the handle, the door was violently kicked open.
Caught off guard, he was sent flying backward by the impact of the door, landing hard on the floor behind him.
Damn it!
His head was spinning, and the door had struck him right in the nose. He could feel something warm trickling from his nostrils.
He was bleeding.
He stumbled backward several steps, trying to wipe away the blood from his nose, but the impact had been too severe.
Each time he wiped away some blood, more would flow out, impossible to stop.
His hands weren't idle though. Sensing an intruder, he commanded all his blades to shoot toward the open doorway in perfect unison.
"Clink! Clink! Clink!"
Sparks flew in the darkness as metallic sounds rang out from the doorway. The more of these sounds he heard, the more his heart sank.
Either he was facing a steel plate rather than a person, or whoever it was had deflected every single blade.
If it was the latter, what terrifying reflexes and speed would that require?
He wiped another smear of blood and peered toward the doorway.
There stood a girl with silver hair wearing a baseball cap. She hadn't stepped into the light yet, so he couldn't make out her face clearly.
If it weren't for the unusual hair color, he might have mistaken her for Ji Mengyao.
"Who are you?!"
He demanded with barely contained rage, though a hint of fear crept into his voice.
This person was almost certainly another Awakened One.
Ning Yu finally stepped into the light, which illuminated her from behind, making her silver hair appear translucent and dazzling.
She stared coldly at Yan Xing, holding an unusually shaped straight sword with a blood butterfly ornament dangling from its pommel.
How beautiful!
This was Yan Xing's first thought upon seeing Ning Yu. After seeing nothing but zombies day after day, suddenly encountering such an otherworldly beauty made him momentarily forget his situation.
How could such a beautiful girl exist in this world?
He stared at her, mouth slightly agape.
But he quickly snapped out of it.
"You're an Awakened One too?"
Ning Yu observed his research facility uniform, surprised that someone like him could become an Awakened One. She had thought the two roles were completely separate.
But Yan Xing, having gotten a clear look at Ning Yu's weapon, suddenly let out a sinister chuckle:
"You shouldn't have brought a blade here. Come to me!!"
He suddenly reached out his hand, attempting to seize control of Ning Yu's sword from afar.
But nothing happened. The scene he had imagined of controlling Ning Yu's sword didn't materialize?!
Even he was dumbfounded, his hand awkwardly suspended in the air like some delusional teenager.
A moment of silence hung in the air, the scene frozen in time.
Ning Yu watched him with amusement, wondering what this fool was doing.
Yan Xing couldn't understand why his metal-controlling ability had no effect on this sword.
Could it be a toy sword?
Looking at the metallic gleam reflecting off its surface, he didn't think that was possible.
So he stubbornly tried again.
Still not even a tremor; the sword remained perfectly steady in Ning Yu's hand.
It must be fake, this has to be a fake sword!
"Shing!"
After watching his embarrassing performance with patience, Ning Yu swiftly brought the Blood Kite to his throat.
The blade precisely nicked his skin, drawing a small amount of blood which the Blood Kite immediately absorbed.
Now things got worse - having tasted blood, the Blood Kite began drinking eagerly. What should have been a tiny cut started bleeding profusely.
Yan Xing didn't dare move, but the itching sensation at his neck told him his skin was broken. Why was his vision starting to blur?
Ning Yu pulled the Blood Kite back slightly - if it kept drinking like this, Yan Xing would die.
"Did Zhuang Wugou order you to kill Lin Hao?"
Yan Xing responded with silence, as if determined to resist to the death.
Ning Yu just smiled contemptuously, picking up one of her bent blades from the ground and easily straightening it with her hands.
Yan Xing considered trying to control the blade to attack Ning Yu while she was distracted, but ultimately didn't dare. He had already realized he was no match for her.
"Don't waste time and needlessly suffer more."
Ning Yu took hold of his finger and slid the blade into the gap between his fingernail and flesh.
"AHHHHH!!!!"
The room echoed with Yan Xing's pig-like screams as his face contorted in agony, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"Weren't you going to torture others? I see you don't even know how to properly torture someone. Let me teach you."
Ning Yu's words were like a demon's whisper as she smiled softly and picked up another bent blade from the ground, smoothing it flat with her hands.
Yan Xing watched her with terrified eyes, knowing another blade was about to be inserted under his fingernail.
Any thought of resistance was completely drowned by fear.
"Now, will you talk, or should I keep torturing you until you do?"
Ning Yu smiled sweetly, throwing his own words to Lin Hao back at him.
Yan Xing nodded frantically like a bobblehead doll, the excruciating pain in his finger destroying any courage to endure another blade.
"It... it was him. He discovered what Lin Hao was doing, but wanted to see what Lin Hao would do next, so he hadn't acted yet."
The words tumbled out of him rapidly like beans from an upturned container.
"Then why choose to act today?"
Ning Yu stared directly at him, giving him no time to catch his breath as she continued her interrogation, still playing with the blade in her hands - bending it, then straightening it again.
The metal seemed as pliable as clay in her hands.
Yan Xing watched her movements, swallowing hard before speaking:
"I... I don't know, he just ordered me to act, I... I... AHHHHH!!!!"
A second blade slid under his fingernail, and this time he broke down completely, tears and mucus streaming down his face.
He lay on the ground in a pathetic heap, clutching his hand and howling.
"I... I'm not lying... I really don't know!"
His whole body trembled with pain as he curled into a ball.
Seeing his state, Ning Yu believed he wasn't lying and changed her line of questioning.
"Why are you sending Awakened Ones out to die?"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
