Fang Qi was still confused when he suddenly felt...
The fingertips of the slender hand resting on his shoulder were slowly tightening!
...?!
"No... wait, Liguang!"
Fang Qi hurriedly spoke, trying to keep his voice as steady and gentle as possible:
"You smelled it wrong!"
"That's not the scent of a woman, it's... the smell of gunpowder, left over from when the gun was fired yesterday..."
"But Liguang smelled it."
Liguang interrupted him.
She tilted her head slightly, the cracked plastic star dangling gently from her left earlobe.
She was still smiling.
The curve of her lips was gentle and sweet, just like when she normally brought him tea.
But those eyes—
Inside that shattered crimson pupil...!
Scarlet, indigo, sickly green!
Messy blocks of color mixed together like an overturned palette!
Flashing, colliding, and bursting madly deep within her eyes!
"Zzzzt—!!!"
A harsh burst of electrical static erupted from her neck!
Sharper than any time before!
Fang Qi's eyes widened instantly!
Holy crap!
This little yandere, could she be... broken?!
"Why does Master... have the scent of another woman on him..."
Liguang said softly, her voice sickeningly sweet.
She stood on her tiptoes, her small nose pressing against the side of his neck again, and took a deep breath.
This should have been an ambiguous intimacy—
But it only sent a chill shooting straight to the top of Fang Qi's skull!
"Master, we promised... you can only have Liguang."
She stepped half a pace back and looked up at him.
Her smile was still radiant.
But the light in those heterochromatic eyes... was terrifyingly hollow!
Her fingers began to slide down slowly.
The slender, icy fingertips crawled like a venomous snake, trailing over Fang Qi's arm, past his elbow, and finally... stopped at his wrist joint.
Then, she gently gripped it.
The force wasn't strong, but it made all the muscles in Fang Qi's arm tense up!
"As I thought..."
The silver-haired girl blinked, her long, thick silver eyelashes trembling slightly.
The glitched spots of light in her crimson eye danced even more wildly, with occasional electrical sparks crackling.
"Should a disobedient Master... be punished? For example... an arm? A leg?"
Her tone even carried a hint of innocent confusion, as if discussing what to cook for dinner tonight.
Fang Qi's mind instantly buzzed!
No—
Wait a minute?!
Isn't this escalation a bit too fast?!
Weren't they just kissing passionately, with her rubbing against his chest like a spoiled kitten?!
How did catching a scent jump straight to "breaking limbs"?!
"Liguang! Listen to me!"
Fang Qi raised his voice in a panic: "That's the smell of gunpowder, the smell of bullets! It's from when that female police officer fired her gun yesterday—"
But Liguang gently tilted her head, the pressure of her fingers increasing slightly.
"So... the scent on Master is from that female police officer...?"
Fang Qi: "???"
No... huh?!
He was completely dumbfounded.
What the hell... is this crazy woman doing?!
Is her brain broken?!
He instinctively wanted to step back, but the moment his left foot moved back half a step—
"Clank!"
The thick, heavy iron chain on his ankle instantly pulled taut!
A massive pulling force came from his left ankle, causing him to lose his balance and stumble backward!
"Bang!"
His back slammed heavily against the rough wooden doorframe of the cabin, jarring his chest!
And almost at the exact same time—
The slender hand gripping his wrist... tightened sharply!
"Ugh—!"
Fang Qi groaned in pain, feeling like his wrist bones were about to be crushed!
But Liguang acted as if she hadn't heard his cry of pain.
She kept her head tilted, the light in her crimson eye chaotic and frantic, staring at Fang Qi's face, which was slightly contorted in pain.
The smile on her lips... widened further.
"Is Master... afraid?"
She asked softly, her voice bizarrely sweet.
"Don't be afraid... it will be quick..."
She also knelt down, crawling over Fang Qi and straddling him.
Then her legs pressed tightly against his waist, clamping down!
One hand reached behind her, slowly covering Fang Qi's left leg—
Accurately pressing onto his knee.
Ice cold!
Through the thin fabric of his pants, Fang Qi could clearly feel the touch of her palm, and...
The terrifying force contained within it, enough to crush bones!
Damn it...!
He was instantly horrified!
Don't...!
He had seen it with his own eyes before...
This crazy woman easily crushed a robber's wrist like snapping a biscuit!
Any smugness or romantic feelings from before had completely vanished by now!
This crazy woman...
Is really broken!!
This is a freaking BAD ENDING!!!
"Wait! Liguang, calm down!"
Fang Qi's scalp went numb as he struggled desperately!
But with his body pinned down by her, he couldn't move at all.
"I don't even know that female police officer! That's the smell of gunpowder! What you smelled is really gun—Ah!!!"
Before he could finish, a sharp pain shot from his knee!
Liguang's fingers... tightened slightly.
Not the kind of sudden force that crushes instantly—but a slow, gradual application of pressure!
It was like... a cat playing with a mouse in its paws!
"Crack..."
A faint, teeth-setting sound of bone grinding echoed.
Cold sweat instantly broke out on Fang Qi's forehead, his face turning deathly pale!
He could feel...
His kneecap being squeezed and deformed between her fingers!
It hurt!
It hurt so much!!!
"Liguang... you... look at me...!"
Fang Qi's voice trembled from the pain, but he still forced the words out:
"I am Fang Qi... your Master... your... the person you love the most..."
He tried to awaken her reason.
But Liguang... seemed completely unable to hear him!
She just sat straddling him, her legs tightly gripping his waist, while sparks continued to crackle in her shattered crimson eye.
The smile on her lips grew brighter and brighter...
And more and more twisted!
She muttered to herself:
"Master has the scent of another woman on him..."
"So, he must be punished...!"
"Master can only be with Liguang, he can only have Liguang...!"
Her five fingers continued to tighten!
"Crack—"
A clearer sound of bone fracturing!!
Agony shot through his entire body from his knee like an electric current!
Fang Qi's vision went dark from the pain, and he almost passed out!
But...
But...!
If his kneecap shattered, wouldn't he respawn?
But... but this hurts way too much!!!
You crazy woman, don't apply force little by little like this!!!
Just give me a quick death!!!
"It's... the smell of... gunpowder!!!"
He used his last bit of strength to squeeze these words through his gritted teeth!
Making his final struggle!
As his voice faded...
Liguang's fingers... actually stopped.
The pressure didn't increase, but she didn't let go either.
She remained straddling Fang Qi, one slender hand gripping his knee behind her.
She lowered her head, her silver hair falling to cover most of her face, leaving only that shattered crimson eye... flickering with chaotic light through the gaps in her hair.
Time seemed to freeze.
In the forest, there was only the babbling of the stream and the rustling of leaves blowing in the wind.
And Fang Qi's heavy, painful panting.
A few seconds later—
The silver-haired girl slowly raised her head.
The twisted smile on her face vanished.
It was replaced by a blank, sluggish expression.
The red glow in her shattered crimson eyes dimmed significantly. The frantic patches of color and garbled code gradually subsided, leaving only tiny electrical sparks... occasionally sputtering.
She turned her head slightly, staring blankly at her hand pressing down on Fang Qi's knee.
Her five fingers... were digging deeply into the fabric of his pants, her knuckles turning white from the force.
And then...
As if she had suddenly been burned!
She abruptly let go!
M... Master...?!
Her voice trembled.
I'm... I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry!!
She suddenly sprang back from Fang Qi's body, and then...
Dropped to her knees with a heavy thud!
Her smooth forehead slammed hard against the dirt ground!
Bang!
It let out a dull thud!
I'm sorry, Master! Liguang was wrong! Liguang lost control again! Liguang shouldn't have said those things to Master! And I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have wanted to hurt Master!
Her voice was choked with sobs, her shoulders shaking violently.
Please forgive Liguang, Master! Liguang... Liguang doesn't know why this happened... just now, suddenly...!
She babbled incoherently, never stopping her kowtowing!
Her slender back arched, and her white slip dress was stained with dirt. She looked incredibly pitiful!
Fang Qi leaned against the doorframe, looking down at the silver-haired girl at his feet who, just a moment ago, was about to crush his bones, and was now kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly and apologizing...
His mouth slowly gaped open.
Cold sweat had already soaked the back of his shirt.
He looked down at his left leg, his knee had already swollen, and bruises could vaguely be seen beneath the fabric of his pants.
But... it wasn't enough. He hadn't triggered a rewind yet.
He then looked at the thick, cold-gleaming iron chain around his ankle.
Finally, his gaze fell back onto the silver-haired girl in front of him.
She had stopped kowtowing. Her silver hair was a mess as she knelt pitifully on the ground, that shattered star earring trembling wildly.
The electrical sparks sputtering in her crimson eyes... were now even more intense!
Because of her kneeling posture, they even splashed a patch of blue sparks across the ground!
Fang Qi's breathing grew rapid!
This little yandere...
She really is... broken!
I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so greedy for pleasure!
I want to rewind!!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
