Ice-blue hair, eyes so cold they seemed to freeze one's soul, and the mechanical device shimmering with light behind her ear.
And the massive cracked sword she held in her hand.
This was Lacy, known as the "Angel" within the organization, the same person who had shattered Ning Yu's weapon on that rainy night.
The one who had said, "We will meet again."
"It's you."
Ning Yu narrowed her eyes. This person claimed to want to help her but had set up an ambush to attack her.
She ignored the now motionless mutated zombies on the ground and fixed her ruby-like eyes on Lacy.
"We meet again."
Lacy smiled slightly, her previously expressionless face melting like ice, a bright gold beginning to spread through her eyes, replacing the icy blue.
Ning Yu remembered—this was the sign of Lacy entering her second phase. In this state, it was as if her entire personality had changed.
Before Lacy could say more, Ning Yu sidestepped into the mist, activating [Mist Walk].
Shen Yiyue's sniper rifle was also in action, its barrel spitting fire as bullets imbued with time manipulation flew toward Lacy.
"It's a misunderstanding. I'm not here to fight you."
Lacy spread her hands in a gesture of helplessness.
But neither Ning Yu nor Shen Yiyue listened to her. After all, she had set the ambush first, and now they couldn't trust her.
Shen Yiyue's bullets halted in front of Lacy, a faint blue ripple shield appearing, the bullets creating ripples across its surface.
Ning Yu's figure appeared behind Lacy, and Blood Kite pierced into the barrier.
It was no longer the original [Crimson War Blade], and its tip easily broke through Lacy's shield.
Though Lacy hadn't directly attacked Ning Yu to trigger [Moon's Moment], Ning Yu had no intention of stopping her assault.
She swung Blood Kite, slashing at the barrier countless times in a flurry!
Lacy's barrier trembled violently, shaking until it finally shattered with a crisp sound.
Her supposedly impenetrable shield was broken by Blood Kite!
Lacy's expression remained unchanged, still wearing that mysterious smile as she shook her head slightly in resignation.
Now, Ning Yu's blade and Shen Yiyue's bullets were no longer obstructed.
Lacy dodged Shen Yiyue's time-stopping bullets, but Ning Yu's blade followed her like a shadow, relentless in its pursuit.
"Clang!"
Lacy placed her massive sword in front of her chest, blocking Ning Yu's fierce strike.
"You've grown much stronger. I wasn't wrong about you."
Ning Yu frowned. Her attacks with Blood Kite were like a storm, yet Lacy didn't engage in a direct confrontation, instead opting for a passive defense.
It seemed as if she truly had no intention of fighting.
Was she really not here to ambush them?
"What about these mutated zombies?"
Ning Yu glanced at the now motionless cyborg-like zombies on the ground. It seemed they had truly stopped attacking under Lacy's control.
"Just a test of your strength."
Ning Yu's attacks grew faster, leaving only afterimages in the air.
To keep up, Lacy sprouted a pair of blue light wings from her back.
Unlike Ning Xuan's mechanical wings, these were genuine light wings, resembling the delicate wings of a fairy, composed entirely of some kind of energy.
The energy flowing through them rippled backward, as if burning, gently swaying with Lacy's movements.
"Clang!"
Their weapons clashed once more, and Lacy still didn't take the initiative to attack.
Shen Yiyue suddenly noticed Ning Yu raising her hand behind her back, signaling her to stop attacking.
"You really want to help me?"
Ning Yu slowly retracted Blood Kite, her eyes still locked on Lacy, wary of a sudden attack.
Lacy released her grip, sending the cracked sword back into an invisible space. She spread her light wings and flew to the massive portal.
After manipulating it for a moment, she closed the portal and then turned back to Ning Yu.
"Of course."
"Why?"
Ning Yu pressed immediately, leaving no room for evasion.
This was Ning Yu's biggest question. She had been watching her for so long—what did she want?
"We still have time. Your dear sister is tracking Chen Xing's trail. We can talk slowly."
She walked over to the destroyed altar in the center and placed a small soul gem on it.
The altar reactivated, the surrounding light paths glowing again, though far less effectively than with the original large soul gem.
But it seemed enough for Lacy. She manipulated the altar, and the devices on it began to shift and move.
A screen slowly rose from below, the energy from the soul gem flowing into it, seemingly powering it.
"The soul gems, these altars—are they your work?"
Ning Yu frowned, staring at her, unable to imagine that someone so beautiful could create such an evil, even cruel, energy extraction mechanism.
"It is me, and yet it isn't."
She seemed to have finished her work and turned to look at Ning Yu. Shen Yiyue, realizing the fight was over, slowly walked over as well.
Ning Yu was speechless.
"I suggest you start speaking plainly."
She was barely holding back the urge to punch this riddle-spouting person.
"Hahaha, you're still as fiery as ever."
Lacy couldn't help but laugh softly, her golden eyes sparkling with a crystalline light.
"The me you're seeing now is the real me."
She pointed to her eyes, signaling to Ning Yu.
"What you usually see is my protective personality, which you can simply understand as a program I designed."
"The one who attacked you initially was also my protective personality."
Ning Yu listened, only half understanding:
"So androids don't dream of electric sheep, but they can have split personalities??"
Shen Yiyue almost burst out laughing beside her, while Lacy was nearly choked by her words.
"First, I'm not an android. Second, this isn't a split personality."
Lacy rolled her eyes at Ning Yu in a very vivid manner, then pointed to the altar below.
"These altars were also designed by my surface personality."
"Why do something like this? This isn't William's goal. Why are you betraying him?"
Ning Yu began to speculate.
At the mention of 'William,' Lacy's eyes trembled, as if the name stirred something deep within her.
"How do you know that name?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
