In the boundless gray mist, Ning Yu saw two figures appear in the void.
One was herself from her past life.
Wearing the gray casual clothes from her last mission, with scholarly round-framed glasses.
Her gaze was cold as she muttered to herself.
"This is the final mission."
"After this mission ends, where should I go?"
The other was her current self - a silver-haired little girl.
Her face was expressionless, amber eyes filled with indifference as she gazed into the distance.
As if deep in thought about something.
Ning Yu tried to look down to see what she had become, but saw nothing.
She had no physical form.
Looking up again.
Her past self suddenly drew a gun, movements crisp and agile, the dark barrel pointing straight at her.
The silver-haired girl also drew out her crimson blade, eyes blood-red, staring at her with murderous intent.
The mist suddenly became thick and violent, surging forward frantically.
As if trying to drown her.
Ning Yu felt she could barely breathe!
......
"Little Yu... are you awake?"
Ning Yu struggled to open her eyes, feeling a splitting headache.
But immediately she caught a whiff of sweet, faint floral fragrance, a familiar scent.
A soft, supple sensation pressed against her face.
Before her eyes were two round, soft mounds, their pristine whiteness filling her entire field of vision.
It was Shen Yiyue, wearing loose white pajamas, tightly hugging the silver-haired girl, essentially giving her a face full.
Under her sleepwear, her beautiful youthful curves were faintly visible, her skin like polished jade, looking like a princess who had stepped out of a snow kingdom.
Seeing Ning Yu's confused expression, Shen Yiyue quickly explained:
"I heard you talking in your sleep, and worried you were having a nightmare, so I came to hug you."
Is this how you hug someone? I almost suffocated!
Ning Yu couldn't help but grumble internally.
Seeing the concern written all over Shen Yiyue's beautiful face, she knew that Shen Yiyue had been taking care of her while she was unconscious.
So she gave up struggling and simply lay her head in that soft embrace, asking weakly:
"How long... was I unconscious?"
Hearing the silver-haired girl's feeble voice, Shen Yiyue answered gently:
"About three days."
Ning Yu looked down at herself, also wearing white pajamas that were a size too small.
The bandages seemed to have been changed, her wounds had healed considerably, with no blood visible on the new bandages.
Wait, new bandages?
She suddenly realized with a start that all her wounds had been treated by Shen Yiyue.
Her pajamas had also been changed by Shen Yiyue.
Didn't that mean she had seen everything?
Oh right, she was female now too, so it didn't matter...
As if!
Shen Yiyue watched as the silver-haired girl suddenly sprang away from her embrace, examining her bandaged body all over.
Looking as if she had been taken advantage of.
She immediately broke into a teasing smile - who knew this ice-cold little girl could be like this!
"What's wrong? You taught me how to treat wounds yourself."
"Besides, you've seen all of me too, so this makes us even!"
Shen Yiyue was referring to when Ning Yu had previously treated her wounds.
Then, she leaned forward like a white cat, bringing her face close to Ning Yu's.
Showing a playful and cunning smile:
"Aww, you're blushing!"
"Let big sister take a look!"
Such an aggressive posture pushed the silver-haired girl right up against the headboard.
Shen Yiyue's white pajama neckline was quite low, and due to her position, revealed quite an expanse of spring scenery.
It almost made Ning Yu's eyes spin:
That outfit is really big and white.
However, Ning Yu wasn't blushing at all, and gave her an exasperated look.
She raised two delicate fingers and unceremoniously stuck them up Shen Yiyue's nostrils:
"Get away."
Shen Yiyue jerked back in surprise, covering her nose and asking in a wronged, coquettish voice:
"What did you do that for?"
The silver-haired girl rolled her eyes and ignored her.
She got out of bed and tried moving her body around.
Though somewhat weak and powerless, her injuries seemed to have healed well.
Her head was pounding, like a hangover blackout, probably a side effect of the Dark Side of the Moon.
Ning Yu recalled her darkened, frenzied state after activating Dark Side of the Moon.
Evil, cruel, bizarre - was that what she became when her negative emotions were amplified?
She hadn't paid much attention to the negative effects listed in the Dark Side of the Moon skill description before.
Now it seemed these negative effects were far more terrifying than she had imagined.
Not just in a physical sense, but in a social sense too.
Minus 5 Charisma? This was straight-up social suicide.
Shen Yiyue went out and returned shortly with several energy bars.
These were for Ning Yu's breakfast.
As she handed them over, she said:
"Little Yu, you were so brave that day!"
?
A huge question mark appeared over Ning Yu's head.
Then she watched as Shen Yiyue raised her hand, wielding an energy bar like a sword, pointing it forward.
With an exaggeratedly serious expression, she spoke in an over-the-top voice:
"Today I shall take her with me, let's see who dares stop me!"
She was imitating Ning Yu from that day.
After finishing the gesture, she tossed the energy bar aside and brought her face close again, wearing a fangirl-like expression:
"Waaah so cool, I almost married you on the spot! Too bad you're also a girl."
Right after saying that, she continued muttering under her breath:
"Though I suppose with love, two girls could also..."
Ning Yu face-palmed, completely speechless at this idiot's behavior.
Was this person incapable of being serious for more than five minutes?
Pushing away Shen Yiyue's pretty face with her disdainful hand, she quickly changed the subject:
"How did you handle things after that day? Has anything happened at the supermarket these past few days?"
Hearing the questions, Shen Yiyue recounted how she had handled everything after that day.
She had managed everything very appropriately, and Ning Yu nodded as she listened.
It felt like watching her own pig... no, her own cabbage growing up.
Nothing else had happened these past few days, the front entrance had been blocked off with shelves.
Shen Yiyue had checked all other areas as well.
In the warehouse, she had disposed of both the half-zombie and the remains of the man in the baseball cap.
After explaining everything, Shen Yiyue proudly lifted her head, her face practically screaming:
Praise me!
"You did very well."
Ning Yu obliged with words of approval, then continued asking:
"Have you been training properly these past few days?"
At this, Shen Yiyue's proud expression instantly froze.
She could only scratch her head sheepishly:
"Ehehe~"
"I've been busy taking care of you, it was hard work!"
"I'll go train right now!"
Then she quickly dashed out.
Ning Yu didn't say anything, but unconsciously broke into a slight smile.
She felt this life was indeed different from when she had been alone in her past life.
She couldn't quite explain it, but at least it didn't feel bad.
Slowly sitting back down on the bed, she bit off half of the energy bar Shen Yiyue had brought.
The taste of chocolate and hazelnuts gradually spread through her mouth.
Ning Yu opened her status panel.
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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
