The people behind the Lean Man, having heard Ning Yu's response, began to whisper among themselves.
"Wouldn't it be better if we all moved together... How selfish can this person be..."
"Exactly, how can she just leave us to die? Kids these days..."
"Oh, I'm so hungry. I wonder if she has any food on her. It's been so long since I've eaten..."
"I'm starving too. There are so many of us and just one of her. Why don't we just take her stuff..."
"Shh, what are you saying? Can't you see she's covered in blood and carrying a knife?"
Ning Yu rolled her eyes. Did these people think she couldn't hear them?
As she was about to refuse the Lean Man again, Ning Yu suddenly felt an inexplicable anger rising within her. Her grip on the knife handle tightened.
A frenzied voice began to scream in her ear:
"Kill them... Kill them... Kill all of these people!!"
She found her hand holding the knife starting to twitch with anticipation.
The Lean Man and the crowd behind him, seeing Ning Yu's posture as if she was about to attack, all shuddered.
Although the silver-haired little girl before them had a petite and cute figure with delicate features, the killing intent and coldness emanating from her made their bodies feel ice-cold.
Her blood-stained sailor uniform and the knife in her hand also indicated that she was not someone to be trifled with.
They instantly became nervous, fearing she might start a massacre the next second. The entire crowd fell silent.
They were as quiet as cicadas in winter.
The Lean Man also took two steps back in fear.
Ning Yu's heart tightened. She knew that something was influencing her emotions.
Thoughts of violence and bloodlust were swirling in her mind.
It was probably the knife, the "Blood's Ancient Wish," that was causing this mischief.
It wanted to influence her, to kill the people before her, and then taste fresh human blood that it hadn't savored in a long time.
This Crimson War Blade was truly a double-edged sword.
She took a deep breath, slowly released her grip on the knife handle, and stored it in her system space.
The crimson long blade vanished into thin air, appearing like magic to this group of survivors.
As she released her grip on the knife handle, all the agitation in her body and the whispers in her ear disappeared instantly.
It was indeed the knife causing the trouble, trying to manipulate her emotions.
Ning Yu's expression remained cold, devoid of any emotion. She slowly addressed the crowd:
"I'll say this one last time. The zombies downstairs have been cleared. Do as you please."
Having said that, completely disregarding these people's frightened or shocked expressions, she turned and continued on her way.
Watching the silver-haired little girl's figure depart, the lead Lean Man's face showed a bitter expression.
He understood the logic; there was no reason for her to carry such a burden as their group.
The others, seeing Ning Yu leave so cold-heartedly, started chattering again, with no shortage of acerbic comments:
"Really, so young and already so ungrateful. I wonder how her family raised her."
The Curly-Haired Middle-Aged Woman complained indignantly.
"If this was in our school before, I would have taught her a good lesson."
It was the voice of a Middle-Aged Man, seemingly a school leader.
"Let it go. She doesn't really have any obligation to help us, right?"
A weak voice of a boy wearing a T-shirt spoke up.
"This person has no sense of public morality at all, and you're still defending her?"
The Curly-Haired Middle-Aged Woman immediately glared fiercely at the boy, showing her displeasure, as if redirecting her anger towards him.
The Timid Boy could only shut up reluctantly, not really wanting to deal with her.
Soon, the focus of the crowd's discussion shifted from criticizing Ning Yu to debating what they should do next.
They quickly split into two factions.
One group thought that since Ning Yu had cleared the zombies downstairs, it would be best to take this opportunity to escape from the complex.
To find a safer place with fewer zombies to settle down.
Although it was also dangerous outside, it was better than waiting to die here.
The other group felt that since so many zombies had already been cleared, and judging by Ning Yu's demeanor, she was planning to continue clearing.
Why not take advantage of her, wait for her to finish clearing, tidy up this complex a bit, and use it directly as a base.
The two sides argued endlessly, eventually going their separate ways.
The lead Lean Man, along with the Timid Boy and a few others, headed towards the ground floor of the complex, intending to risk leaving this place.
The Curly-Haired Middle-Aged Woman, leading another group of people, began to scavenge the second floor right where they were.
She watched the group leaving for downstairs and sneered disdainfully:
"Isn't it better to wait here for rescue? Why go out there to die?"
The silver-haired little girl glanced back once, then paid them no more attention. As long as they didn't bother her, they could do whatever they wanted.
She reached out again to summon the Crimson War Blade. That familiar agitation appeared once more, and the whispers craving for fresh blood echoed in her ears again.
It seemed that storing it in the system space and taking it out again in a short time didn't reset this negative effect.
Ning Yu's attempt to exploit a bug had failed.
But this was also good because, similarly, the operation wouldn't reset its strengthening effect on her either.
She swept her gaze across the western side of the complex's second floor. There were still quite a few zombies left, and she could maintain her self-control under the current negative effects.
She wanted to see where her limit was.
Not long after.
The zombies on the west side had been completely cleared, and Ning Yu stood at the westernmost point, holding her knife.
That sense of dizziness was getting stronger. Ning Yu's body felt incredibly hot, as if the blood in her veins was boiling.
Her eyes had turned a vivid crimson, seeming to emit light, as if blood was about to drip from them.
She could feel her heart pounding wildly, her strength and speed becoming even stronger and faster. Her entire being was in a state of extreme excitement.
The whispers in her ears were like carrying a 360-degree surround sound system, so noisy it made her a bit dizzy.
She glanced at the experience value of the Crimson War Blade [29/50]. It had grown quite a bit, but the speed was still a bit slow.
She would probably need to clear two more floors like this to level up.
This was about her limit. If she continued killing zombies, she might lose herself to the desire for slaughter.
The silver-haired little girl slowly released the long blade, and it immediately vanished.
Her pupils instantly returned to their clear, amber color.
Ning Yu felt it was about time to go back.
But just then, that feeling of being watched appeared again, and it was even more obvious!
Ning Yu was startled. She immediately looked towards the eastern side of the complex, where the group of survivors who chose to stay behind were.
They had scattered, following behind Ning Yu to start collecting things, looking seemingly normal.
But Ning Yu clearly sensed a dangerous presence in their direction.
She had been mistaken. That watchful gaze wasn't coming from these survivors, but from something even more terrifying!
Suddenly, a piercing scream broke the silence of the complex.
"Ah!! Help......"
It was the voice of the Curly-Haired Middle-Aged Woman, and it was quickly cut off.
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?"
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!
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.”
