As Leviathan's body dissipated, Ning Yu and Shen Yiyue no longer had anything blocking their line of sight.
The two looked at each other, their long hair floating in the direction of the scattered dust.
"Finally..."
Shen Yiyue let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed onto the ruins. It seemed that the effort to trap Leviathan had drained all her strength.
Ning Yu also deactivated her [Boundless Moonlight] mode and walked over to her, crouching down to offer support.
"Are you okay..."
Just as Ning Yu reached out, she was unexpectedly pulled into Shen Yiyue's arms and held tightly.
"Liar."
Shen Yiyue whispered softly into Ning Yu's ear, then lightly nipped it to express her dissatisfaction.
"How did I lie to you..."
Ning Yu tried to defend herself, inhaling the familiar scent of Shen Yiyue's hair.
"You would have never come back if you left."
Shen Yiyue muttered under her breath.
"How could that be..."
Ning Yu was about to say, "I'm perfectly fine," but then she remembered that if it weren't for Shen Yiyue, she might have already lost her life.
Shen Yiyue released Ning Yu and looked at her closely, then cupped Ning Yu's face with both hands as if threatening, "If you say more, I'll squish your cheeks!"
"Did you miss me?"
Her nose wrinkled slightly as she asked in a playful yet demanding tone, like a girlfriend checking up on her partner.
"I did."
Ning Yu didn’t rush to break free from Shen Yiyue's grasp and answered honestly.
"How much?"
"I’ve been thinking about you all the time."
"Really? Even during the fight?"
"Mm-hmm." (Ning Yu nodded seriously.)
"Xiao Yu, you sound like such a player... but I’ll reluctantly believe you!"
Both of them had eyes only for each other.
"We should get out of here soon."
After a moment, Ning Yu suggested.
The horde of corpses was still slowly approaching, and this wasn’t a good place to talk.
Ning Yu had many questions for Shen Yiyue—about her abilities, her words, and her reaction speed during the fight.
Shen Yiyue definitely had a lot of things she hadn’t told Ning Yu yet.
Just as the two stood up, ready to move toward the outskirts of City A, Ning Yu’s gaze swept over the scattered dolls on the ground. After Leviathan’s main body died, all his clones had turned into these lifeless forms.
But it was this glance that made Ning Yu realize something was wrong.
The mission wasn’t completed!
"Oh no, let’s go!"
Her points were almost completely depleted, and she couldn’t use the [Boundless Moonlight] mode freely anymore. She wondered if Yue Ji would allow her to go into debt, but that probably wasn’t an option.
Next time, she’d have to ask Yue Ji to set up a points credit system for her.
"Xiao... Yu..."
Shen Yiyue’s eyes widened as she stared at the sky in disbelief.
Ning Yu narrowed her eyes and looked up, feeling her heart tighten.
It was Chen Xing.
She sat on her familiar throne, gently extending her hand, palm facing upward.
A black light coalesced in her palm, and a tattered doll was being repaired within it.
The sky was filled with an oppressive weight, making it hard for the two to breathe.
The dark clouds that blotted out the sun covered the sky once again, thicker than the first time they had encountered Chen Xing.
It felt as if day had suddenly turned into night.
"How could this be..."
Shen Yiyue murmured, her eyes growing deep and heavy.
"Don’t be afraid."
Ning Yu grasped Shen Yiyue’s hand, transferring her warmth to her.
"I’m not afraid."
Shen Yiyue turned to look at Ning Yu with an inexplicable expression.
Both of them immediately pulled out RPGs, sniper rifles, and various other weapons from their system spaces and weapon cases, aiming them at Chen Xing.
"Boom!"
"Boom!!"
Chen Xing coldly stared at the nearly repaired doll in her hand, ignoring the explosions and flashes of light around her.
The conventional weapons couldn’t harm her, only creating noise and light pollution in her vicinity.
Nothing could affect her—not even a single strand of her hair was disturbed.
"Ugh... ugh..."
The doll in her hand suddenly twitched and writhed, black flames rising from it and enveloping it completely.
It let out a sound like someone being strangled.
"Thud."
It was Leviathan, who had transformed from a doll back into his youthful form. He collapsed to his knees, gasping for air.
It was as if he hadn’t yet recovered from his earlier death.
Chen Xing, sitting on her throne, curled her lips in annoyance and coldly reprimanded him:
"How pathetic."
"If I hadn’t kept your soul seed, those two brats would have already torn you to pieces."
Leviathan, kneeling beside her, finally reacted and hurriedly looked up, his face filled with fear and desperation:
"Miss Pride... I was careless earlier. Please give me another... another chance."
"This time, I’ll definitely..."
He turned his head, glaring at the two on the ruins who were still trying to attack them, his eyes gleaming with malice.
"Silence."
Chen Xing raised a finger, a gray-black light gathering at its tip, distorting the space around it.
"Ah... please forgive me... Miss Pride! This time, I’ll..."
Leviathan, turning back to look at her, saw the light and was overcome with terror, his body trembling uncontrollably.
But his plea for mercy was in vain. The light floated forward and slowly merged into his head.
Leviathan immediately clutched his head and writhed in agony on the ground, as if a meat grinder had been inserted into his skull.
"Please... please have mercy..."
Before Leviathan could finish, Chen Xing gave him a cold glance, her eyes seemingly piercing through his soul.
He could only lower his body, trembling beside the throne as he endured the torment, though his expression oddly seemed to carry a hint of pleasure.
"This is your punishment for embarrassing me."
Chen Xing rose from her throne, her pure black gown swaying gently with her movements.
The throne behind her slowly disappeared as she began to descend, step by step.
With each step, a new stair appeared beneath her feet, alternating between black and white.
By the time she reached the ruins, she was at roughly the same height as Ning Yu and Shen Yiyue.
Bullets and explosions continued to fly toward her, but they were all blocked by some invisible force.
Chen Xing smirked disdainfully at the two, tilting her chin up slightly as she declared:
"Prepare to die, insects."
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.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
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?"
