"Ah!"
The icy sensation of liquid enveloping her head suddenly receded like a tide, and Ning Xuan jolted awake from her dream.
She found herself in a dim, underground space, surrounded by utter silence. She was completely alone.
Raising her prosthetic arm, a faint light began to emanate from it, casting a dim glow in the darkness.
She was in a hidden tunnel.
While on her mission to destroy the altars, she had accidentally stumbled upon traces of the zombie horde led by Chen Xing. They were moving underground on a massive scale.
There was no need to guess their target—it was undoubtedly Ning Yu.
So, she had been tracking the horde for a long time, ready to warn Ning Yu at any moment.
But after just half an hour of rest, she had unexpectedly fallen into a dream—something rare for her since becoming a cyborg. She no longer had a strong need for sleep, let alone dreams.
Yet, every time she did dream, it was always the same strange scene: a dark red-lit laboratory filled with countless replicas of her own head.
She shook her head, pushing the chaotic thoughts aside. Half an hour had passed, and she needed to resume tracking Chen Xing and the zombie horde.
As she stood up, the pocket watch she carried slipped from her body and fell to the ground.
Ning Xuan picked it up casually and opened it. Inside was a childhood photo of her and Ning Yu.
"I should take a new photo with my sister and put it in here," she thought, feeling a faint sense of anticipation.
But just as she was about to close the watch, she noticed something strange.
"Huh? Why has my watch stopped?"
The ticking sound, which was usually faint, had completely ceased. In the silence of the underground, the absence of the sound was glaringly obvious.
"That's weird. I just wound it up recently."
Without giving it further thought, she tucked the watch back into her pocket.
As she approached the hidden tunnel exit, ready to leave, her entire body tensed up.
A strong sense of danger surged through her.
"Clang!"
In an instant, her hands transformed into metallic blades, their faint blue glow illuminating her silver hair and the walls of the tunnel.
At the end of the tunnel, two Gluttons emerged, blocking her path.
Damn it, she'd been discovered!
Ning Xuan cursed inwardly, realizing she had been careless. Resting in such a place and even falling into a dream was a mistake.
Staying here any longer would likely trap her. The space was too confined for her to fight effectively, so she had to make a quick escape.
Without hesitation, the mechanical wings on her back began to extend, and her prosthetic devices ignited with bright flames.
The two Gluttons crawled into the tunnel from either side, only to be met with Ning Xuan charging at them at full speed. The impact sent them flying backward.
As they tumbled through the air, they flailed their claws, trying to attack Ning Xuan, but she swiftly pinned them against the tunnel walls with her blades.
Two long streaks of blood were left on the walls as she dragged them along.
By the time she reached the end of the tunnel, the two Gluttons were already disoriented. With two clean strikes, Ning Xuan decapitated them.
She didn't linger. The Gluttons would begin regenerating soon.
She burst out of the tunnel and into a more open area below, where a previously destroyed altar lay.
"Found you."
The area around the altar was now swarming with zombies and mutated zombies.
At their center stood Leviathan, his grayish-white hair cropped short, one eye covered by an eyepatch, and the other gleaming with a mocking light as he looked at Ning Xuan.
"It was you who's been causing trouble for Lady Pride. How dare you betray the master?"
He pulled out his Love-Hate Scythe from his back, its eye locking onto Ning Xuan, making her skin crawl.
"Don't act so righteous. Aren't you doing the same?"
Ning Xuan retorted coldly, but before her words could fully settle, Leviathan was already closing in with his scythe.
The zombies around them scattered, sealing off all possible exits, as if preparing to trap her like a rat in a cage.
"Clang! Clang!"
Sparks flew as her metallic blades clashed with Leviathan's scythe. However, Leviathan's strength seemed far superior, forcing her to retreat step by step.
"What's wrong, Miss Ning Xuan? Show me your true power!"
Leviathan sneered, his movements growing faster and more aggressive.
"Or... is this all you've got?"
Suddenly, a second Leviathan materialized beside him—a summoned clone.
With the clone joining the fight, Ning Xuan's situation worsened. Her mechanical wings glowed brighter, and her speed increased, but she seemed unwilling to engage in a prolonged battle.
Dodging the attacks from both Leviathan and his clone, she began summoning swirling black energy around her.
"Your life is mine!"
A third Leviathan clone suddenly appeared behind Ning Xuan, and all three closed in on her, cutting off any escape route.
But his attack missed entirely. A sudden black hole enveloped Ning Xuan's body as she activated a spatial jump.
Her priority wasn't to fight Chen Xing's forces to the death. She needed to destroy more altars and contact Ning Yu as soon as possible to inform her of Chen Xing's movements.
"Zzz... Zzz..."
The sound of space tearing echoed as Ning Xuan landed next to an unfamiliar altar—one that hadn't yet been corrupted by Chen Xing.
She pulled out the communication device Lacy had given her, intending to contact Ning Yu. By now, Ning Yu should have met with Lacy, so the device would be useful.
"Oh? You're here?"
A cold female voice echoed through the air, causing Ning Xuan's eyes to widen in shock.
Before she could even activate the device, she slowly turned her head.
On a blood-red throne, a gray-haired girl with a crown floated in the air. Her pale fingers rested gently on her cheek, her fingertip touching a teardrop-shaped mark.
She looked at Ning Xuan with an expression that seemed to say, "What a coincidence."
"Chen Xing!"
Ning Xuan realized her luck had run out. She had just teleported here, still in a weakened state, and now she was face-to-face with the mastermind herself.
"Tell me, why are you destroying the altars?"
"I know you're trying to kill my sister."
As soon as Chen Xing finished speaking, Ning Xuan fired back without hesitation.
"It seems you still don't understand your current situation. How dare you address me so casually, you mongrel!"
Chen Xing suddenly stood up, towering over Ning Xuan, who was still slumped on the ground. Her eyes radiated danger as she raised her hand.
In an instant, glowing barriers surrounded Ning Xuan, sealing her off completely.
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."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
