"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.
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Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
