The two quickly made their way to the rooftop to assess the situation.
From all directions, a dense horde of zombies surged, stretching as far as the eye could see.
The ground was mostly filled with ordinary walking zombies, but their numbers were beyond counting.
The Glutton leaped between buildings, shattering glass and signs as it bounded through the steel jungle.
The Greedy One limped along the ground, occasionally using its blade-like arms to slice through the bodies of ordinary zombies blocking its path.
The ordinary zombies, even after being cut down, continued to crawl relentlessly in this direction.
The Butcher emerged from the rooftop of a nearby building, dragging its massive hook along the ground, sparks flying from the metal. Its grotesque eyes bulged, casting a malicious gaze in their direction.
"Boom! Boom!"
The earth-shaking footsteps of several Wrathful Ones could be heard in the distance, their presence as imposing as a landslide.
The Sloth, using invisible hands like a spider, climbed and moved between buildings, seemingly all in an "awakened" state.
All the zombies appeared to be driven by some unseen force, closing in and surrounding them.
The dark clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to crush it.
Ning Yu recalled a line from a poem that described such a scene, and the pressure from the zombie horde felt exactly like that.
The rising sun, as if sensing the terrifying aura, dared only to cast a faint light from afar.
It illuminated the rooftop of the high-end hotel where the two stood, as if this were the last light in the world.
Beyond this beam of light lay endless despair.
The building they were in felt like an isolated island, surrounded by a raging storm.
The single beam of light shone on Ning Yu's silver hair, reflecting through her strands and into her eyes, causing her to squint slightly.
"I didn’t realize I was so important," Ning Yu said with a self-deprecating smile, still managing to joke in such a dire situation.
"Big sister, things are really bad," Ning Xuan said nervously. Her prosthetic devices were fully deployed, and the thrusters on her arms and ankles were already emitting high heat, distorting the air around her.
Soon, she began to float, gently bobbing up and down.
"Can you fly?" Ning Yu asked, glancing at her. In a situation like this, anyone who wasn’t a fool would know that the best course of action was to flee.
The Blood Kite in her hand, now awakened, had never been so excited. Though it had yet to taste blood, it was already glowing faintly.
It seemed to crave devouring the flesh and blood of all the mutated zombies around them.
"I should have enough energy to fly out of this encirclement," Ning Xuan said, reaching out her hand to Ning Yu. The rising sun peeked out from behind her, too timid to offer more light.
But in Ning Yu’s eyes, Ning Xuan looked like an angel born from the morning sun, lacking only a pair of wings.
Just as Ning Yu was about to take her hand, their fingers almost touching, she suddenly froze, her pupils contracting sharply. She felt a deep, soul-crushing pressure.
Ning Yu immediately stopped her movement and swung the Blood Kite to the side.
A gray-black light, appearing out of nowhere, came hurtling toward her with the force of a thunderbolt, almost striking her.
Ning Xuan reacted quickly, deploying a preheated invisible barrier in front of Ning Yu. The gray-black light slammed into it.
However, the barrier, which had seemed indestructible, shattered after just 0.5 seconds, and the gray-black light continued toward Ning Yu, who was holding her blade.
Without a second thought, Ning Yu knew she couldn’t withstand the attack directly, so she activated [Blood Mirror].
Just as the light struck the shield formed by the Blood Kite, it was perfectly deflected and shot back toward its source.
But the direction it came from was empty, with only an unfortunate office building in its path. The deflected light pierced through the building, causing a massive explosion.
The entire floor that was hit was obliterated, and the floors above it collapsed downward before the entire structure tilted and fell.
"BOOM!!!!"
The massive debris crushed the zombies below, with only the mutated ones managing to dodge in time.
The dust that rose obscured the area, leaving the entire street a bloody mess.
[You have killed an ordinary zombie, +10 points]
[You have killed an ordinary zombie, +11 points]
...
Ning Yu’s mind was flooded with countless notifications. She hadn’t expected that even this would count as her kills.
But she felt no joy, as the power of that gray-black light had left her shaken.
If she had tried to block it with just the Blood Kite, she would have lost her life.
But now [Blood Mirror] was on cooldown. If more attacks like that came, she would have no choice but to flee in panic.
"Long time no see, Miss Fake," a soft, girlish voice suddenly rang out, echoing in the sky. The voice was ethereal and melodious, as if it didn’t belong to this world.
Hearing this, Ning Xuan froze, staring in disbelief in the direction of the voice.
From the clouds that blocked the sun, countless disconnected staircases appeared, slowly descending and rotating as if paving a path.
A girl with ash-gray hair appeared at the top of the staircase and began to descend gracefully, her movements elegant and her steps light.
Her hair wasn’t the pure silver-white of Ning Yu and Ning Xuan, but a deeper, more obscure shade of gray.
She wore a pure black, elegant gown that clung to her perfect figure, leaving no inch to spare. The gown swayed gently with her movements.
Her pale thighs were almost unnaturally white, tinged with a faint gray that added an eerie touch to her otherwise icy demeanor.
When she reached the bottom step, Ning Yu finally got a clear look at her.
The girl’s eyes were deep black, but within that despairing darkness, stars seemed to twinkle, as if they contained all the stars and planets of the universe.
Those were definitely not human eyes, yet they did nothing to diminish her beauty.
A peculiar black teardrop symbol was painted below her left eye, as if she were weeping.
But someone like her seemed more likely to make others cry.
"Chen Xing, it’s you," Ning Xuan said, clearly recognizing the girl who had suddenly appeared. Her voice was filled with disbelief as she called out her name.
Chen Xing, hearing Ning Xuan’s words, responded in a commanding and authoritative tone:
"How dare you call me by my name? You impure creature."
All the staircases that had welcomed her down disappeared, and a blood-red European-style chair appeared behind her. The chair’s back was adorned with intricate, symmetrical patterns.
The ends of the chair were carved with roses of the same color, embellishing its back.
Chen Xing elegantly sat down, and a black crown gently materialized on her head.
"Clatter"
"Clatter"
The moment Chen Xing sat down, the dense horde of zombies on the ground suddenly acted like lowly subjects in the presence of their queen.
They all knelt down in unison, even producing a collective sound as they did so.
They raised their hands high, paying homage to her.
The faint light of the rising sun had completely disappeared.
Endless dark clouds now covered the entire sky.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
