Ning Yu ignored her complaints and opened the colorless, transparent liquid labeled with her name.
She drank it.
Hmm... what a strange taste.
The liquid was somewhat thick, like drinking glue, but it really had no taste. However, once it reached her stomach, it started to feel warm.
[Ding! You have consumed a low-grade T-virus enhancement potion]
[Awarding 1 random attribute point]
[You gained: Mental +1]
Wow, nice! Getting attribute points directly like this is pretty good.
The system notification rang in Ning Yu's mind, and she checked her current attributes:
Physical 12, Mental 11, Charm 11.
Hmm, very balanced stats.
Beside her, Shen Yiyue, seeing that Ning Yu had finished drinking, curiously asked:
"How is it, Yu... what does it taste like?"
Ning Yu turned her head and casually lied:
"It's delicious, tastes like fruit."
"Yu... you didn't even try to make that lie believable. How could anything extracted from zombies taste like fruit?"
Shen Yiyue narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, wearing an expression that clearly said "I don't believe you at all."
Ning Yu picked up the colorless, transparent liquid meant for Shen Yiyue and said with a gentle smile:
"Would you prefer to drink it yourself, or should I help you drink it?"
Shen Yiyue, seeing Ning Yu's familiar "I'm not really a demon" expression, remembered the time when Ning Yu force-fed her the Mary Sue liquid.
With a shudder, she quickly took the low-grade T-virus enhancement potion from Ning Yu's hand.
Pinching her nose, she downed it in one go, as if heroically drinking bitter medicine, gulping it down quickly.
"Wow... this tastes awful. Not only is it tasteless, but it's as sticky as glue."
She had just finished drinking, her eyes and eyebrows all scrunched together, looking like a distressed elderly person with a smartphone.
Ning Yu nodded with satisfaction - at least this time she didn't have to force it down herself.
"How do you feel?"
Like last time, Shen Yiyue stood up wanting to move around, but couldn't feel anything different:
"I... I don't feel anything... not as strong as last time?"
Could it be that one attribute point was too small to notice? Or maybe it went to charm?
Ning Yu wasn't sure if people without the system even had charm attributes.
She moved closer to Shen Yiyue, staring at her face, trying to see if her skin had become fairer or her features more attractive.
Though she was already quite beautiful to begin with, making it hard to notice any changes.
"Yu... what are you doing?"
Shen Yiyue became flustered when Ning Yu suddenly came close and stared at her:
What's going on? Is she going to forcefully kiss me??
After examining her for a while longer, Ning Yu couldn't see any changes, so she gave up on the idea.
They'd have to wait and see what effects the medium-grade golden T-virus enhancement potion would have once it was purified.
When Ning Yu finally pulled back from her close inspection, she suddenly noticed that Shen Yiyue's face had turned red at some point.
She was staring blankly at Ning Yu, like a girl who had just been confessed to.
?
Why is she blushing? Is she feeling energized?
Giving her a puzzled look, Ning Yu lay back down on the sofa.
Neither of them noticed that the bag of chips next to Shen Yiyue had slightly shifted position.
Ning Yu began examining the unpurified T-virus serums again.
She couldn't really see any difference between them, and wondered what would happen if she drank the unpurified version?
After thinking for a while, Ning Yu decided to abandon this idea - these still needed to be given to Lin Hao for research and purification.
So she put away the unpurified serums.
"Sisters... can I come out now?"
Shen Qianqian opened a small crack in her bedroom door and asked quietly.
Her two sisters had sent her back to her room - were they doing something that children weren't supposed to see?
How could she miss out on that?
"You can come out now."
Both of them had finished taking the serum without any issues, so Shen Qianqian could come out now.
Ning Yu answered before Shen Yiyue could.
Shen Qianqian zoomed out of her room, only to see both sisters still sitting close together on the sofa, unchanged from before.
She showed a disappointed expression.
"By the way, we can't keep eating snacks all the time."
Ning Yu suddenly turned to the still-dazed Shen Yiyue and said,
"How about I cook for us in a few days?"
"Wow! Sister Ning Yu, you can cook?"
Shen Qianqian, who had already heard Ning Yu's words, happily ran over.
"Hmph, Yu's cooking is delicious!"
Shen Yiyue, finally snapping out of her daze at Ning Yu's words, proudly declared, seeming to show off a bit.
Even though she wasn't the one who could cook...
"Yay!!"
This time the "yay" came not from Shen Yiyue, but from Shen Qianqian.
Ning Yu looked at Shen Qianqian: apparently "yay" was hereditary - the two sisters looked incredibly alike when they said it.
"Unlike my sister, who only knows how to poison us."
At this point, Shen Qianqian glanced contemptuously at her sister, mercilessly mocking her.
"Pfft!"
Ning Yu couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, joining the merciless mockery.
"What... I just have room for improvement, okay?!"
Shen Yiyue tried to defend herself, then turned to look at her sister with "kind" eyes:
"Qian~~qian~~"
"Oh, time to run!"
Shen Qianqian immediately made her escape.
"Stop right there!!"
......
A few days later.
Ning Yu contacted Lin Hao through special means, and they met secretly in an empty apartment.
She handed him two bottles of low-grade and two bottles of medium-grade preliminarily purified T-virus serum.
"Amazing... as expected of you, getting this much in such a short time, and it seems some have an even higher mutation rate."
Lin Hao took the four bottles of serum from Ning Yu with surprise.
A few months ago when Ning Yu saved his life, he had sensed she was extraordinary.
He hadn't expected that just a few days after arriving at the base, she would bring this much serum.
"Is this enough?"
Ning Yu asked.
"It's enough for now, and with these evolved versions, I might be able to get more information from them."
Lin Hao shook the two bottles of golden liquid and nodded.
"After I analyze them and purify them further, I'll give them to you, though it might take some time."
"That's fine."
Ning Yu nodded, not in a hurry. She was also very curious about the T-virus.
"These days I've made some progress researching the low-grade virus, I should be close to decoding that metadata sequence. I'm still trying to guess its format."
"I'll contact you as soon as there's progress."
Lin Hao put away the four bottles and gave Ning Yu some good news.
Ning Yu nodded to show she understood, then added:
"By the way, there's one more thing I need to ask of you."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
