【Ding! Ordinary mission triggered: Save as many surviving Awakened Ones as possible】
【Mission completion reward: Random attribute points*3】
The system’s prompt suddenly echoed in Ning Yu’s mind. The Awakened Ones trembling in the corner had unexpectedly triggered a mission.
But even without the mission, Ning Yu had already planned to save them. She was curious about where these Awakened Ones had come from.
Perhaps she could extract more information from them.
“Let’s do some assassin training today. I’ll teach you what real assassination is.”
Ning Yu secretly pulled Shen Yiyue close and whispered mysteriously into her ear.
Seeing Ning Yu’s serious expression, Shen Yiyue thought she was about to learn some new skill.
She first pressed her cheek against Ning Yu’s, then pulled back, her eyes wide with anticipation.
Ning Yu spoke in a very soft voice:
“You go and kill everyone outside. I’ll take care of the ones here. That way, no one will know we were here.”
Shen Yiyue nodded subconsciously as she listened, but soon realized something was off.
“Xiao Yu... is this... an assassination?”
Her expression stiffened, her face clearly saying, “Are you kidding me?”
Ning Yu nodded earnestly.
“If you encounter a situation you can’t handle, retreat back to me.”
She added quickly. Shen Yiyue had already started moving toward the outer passage, giving Ning Yu an “okay” gesture as she looked back.
Ning Yu glanced at the situation below. After the soldiers led away the crystallized Glutton, they brought in a new one.
Just like the previous one, this Glutton obediently walked into the tent, ready to begin some kind of feeding ritual.
The bound Awakened Ones were terrified, writhing like worms as they tried to press themselves against the wall.
They were afraid of being the first to be dragged out and fed to the zombies.
“Stop squirming. You’re not going to die.”
A soldier stepped forward with a sinister smile, grabbing a female Awakened One by the hair and dragging her toward the tent.
He said they wouldn’t die, but becoming a zombie was no different from death.
The Awakened One twisted wildly, making muffled sounds as if trying to say something—perhaps begging for mercy, or maybe cursing them.
As fellow humans, these soldiers were committing atrocities against their own kind, perhaps even more vicious than the zombies themselves.
The soldier lost his grip, tearing off a chunk of the female Awakened One’s scalp along with her hair. Her head was now a bloody mess.
“I told you not to move!”
Angered by the slip, he stomped down hard on her abdomen.
The female Awakened One gasped in pain, her head turning to the side as if she wanted to vomit, but nothing came out.
She tried to curl up, but the bindings made it impossible.
“Now behave?!”
The soldier cursed again, reaching out to grab her remaining hair, as if he had a vendetta against it.
His hand had just extended, and he was about to drag her again, when suddenly he couldn’t feel his hand anymore.
It hurt!!!
A sharp pain shot through his nerves, forcing him to his knees. He looked down to see his hand had been cleanly severed at the wrist.
“Argh!!!”
He screamed in agony.
The other soldiers stared in disbelief at his direction. When he turned around, he saw a straight sword floating in the air, without a guard.
At the end of the hilt was a blood-red butterfly ornament.
The sword was visible, but not the wielder?!
“Enemy—”
One soldier reacted quickly, about to shout a warning to the others.
But he only managed two words before a bullet pierced his forehead, leaving a bloody hole.
Ning Yu floated down from above, landing lightly on the hovering Blood Kite, her silver hair swaying, her eyes icy cold.
In her hand was a small pistol fitted with a silencer.
“This feels more like the old days.”
Ning Yu gently blew on the silencer, as if reminiscing about her past life as an assassin.
But now, she not only had a gun, but also a sword that thirsted for blood.
Her toes touched the blade of Blood Kite, and with a light leap, the sword shot out under her control, darting around the room.
She vanished into thin air.
The other soldiers raised their guns, firing wildly in the room.
The sound of gunfire was soon drowned out by screams of pain.
When Ning Yu reappeared, the room was littered with corpses, their blood flowing freely as Blood Kite drank its fill.
Meanwhile, outside, the heavy, penetrating sound of a sniper rifle echoed, followed by the explosion of a grenade.
Ning Yu’s lips twitched: Her assassination was even more violent than mine.
It seemed she had surpassed her teacher.
The Glutton in the tent heard the commotion and poked its head out, only to be met with a blade that severed its head.
Ning Yu spun around, her sword slicing through the Glutton’s death line at its abdomen, causing it to collapse.
She stabbed Blood Kite into the Glutton’s body, making it twitch, then turned to the remaining survivors in the room.
She gave them a kind smile:
“Don’t be afraid.”
Her words sent shivers down everyone’s spine, and they immediately began writhing like worms, trying to escape.
“I’m here to save you. You’re safe now.”
But no one listened. They all scrambled to the farthest corner of the room from Ning Yu.
Am I really that scary?
Ning Yu glanced at the corpses scattered across the room, the gun in her hand, and Blood Kite still embedded in the Glutton, its blood-red butterfly ornament swaying gently.
Yeah, I guess I am.
She walked over to the female Awakened One who had been abused by the soldier. She was too weak to move after the beating.
But that didn’t stop her from staring at Ning Yu with terror in her eyes.
Her head trembled, her lips moving as if trying to say something, but only the cloth covering her mouth quivered slightly.
Ning Yu didn’t speak again. With a flick of her right hand, Blood Kite flew back into her grasp.
Seeing the sword in Ning Yu’s hand, the female Awakened One closed her eyes in despair, ready to face death.
But then she realized:
The ropes binding her had been cut in an instant, and the collar-like restraint around her neck shattered with a crack.
Yet Blood Kite remained in Ning Yu’s hand, as if it had never moved.
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