How could this be?
How is this possible?
How could anyone in this world know my secret?
That piercing gaze seemed to see right through Mu He, sending a chill down his spine.
His already wide eyes filled with terror, as if he had seen a ghost.
His lips trembled slightly, wanting to say something, but his throat was so dry that no sound came out.
His body shook uncontrollably, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and soaking his collar.
He never expected that the secret he had guarded so carefully would be exposed so effortlessly by Qin Luo.
Instinctively, he took a step back, his back hitting the cold wall with a dull thud.
A wave of unease surged in his heart.
What should I do?
What am I supposed to do now?
Damn it...
Mu He took a deep breath, then raised his head, looking at Qin Luo with sorrowful eyes.
In the end, he decided to reveal his tragic past.
A bitter smile tugged at his lips as he said, "Actually, there was a girl who loved me very much—"
SLAP!!!
"Ugh—!"
[Congratulations, Master! You have successfully humiliated "Mu He"!]
[Reward granted: 10 attribute points!]
Before he could finish—
Qin Luo stepped forward and struck him across the face, watching as Mu He collapsed to the ground, convulsing.
"Freak," Qin Luo sneered. "Who wants to hear about your past?"
"Don’t try to dodge my question with some irrelevant sob story!"
Mu He clutched his face, sprawled on the floor, his pupils shaking in disbelief.
Wait—
Didn’t you ask me to explain why this city turned out like this?!
So shouldn’t I start from the beginning?!
How can you be so unreasonable?!
Rustle—
At that moment—
"Qin Luo, there’s not a single real person in this whole city, huh?"
"Turns out they’re all monsters in disguise."
Su Muwan floated in from outside, landing beside Qin Luo.
She glanced at Mu He, still clutching his face on the ground, and raised an eyebrow. "Huh? Isn’t that the T0 guy?"
Then it came back to her.
Su Muwan remembered everything now.
In her past life, there was a T0 protagonist who could summon creatures.
Every time he came to hunt her down, he’d always send a summon first.
From the way they spoke to each other, they seemed to be… lovers?
They even called each other by pet names.
Qin Luo nodded, then clenched his fist.
Squelch!
Chen Hu’s head burst open—literally.
His entire skull exploded into a grotesque flower-like mass.
Qin Luo tossed Chen Hu aside, his gaze calm as he stared at the T0 cowering in the corner.
In his eyes, Mu He’s "Fate Index" was rapidly declining.
100,000… 90,000… 80,000…
When faced with an overwhelming difference in power, even a T0 couldn’t withstand this calamity.
As things stood, Su Muwan could easily crush 99% of all protagonists in the current era.
Su Muwan stood to the side, glancing between Qin Luo and Mu He.
Then she said, "What are you waiting for, Luo? Just grab him and let’s go."
"No rush," Qin Luo shook his head. "Let his Fate drop to T1 first."
T0 and T1 were the dividing line for "Chosen Ones."
Below T0, all were insignificant.
Only a T0 stood the slightest chance of resisting Su Muwan.
To avoid any accidents, they had to wait until his Fate dropped below 50,000.
Of course, they couldn’t let that dissipating Fate go to waste.
Qin Luo activated the Heaven's Fate Transfer Technique, channeling the scattered Fate energy into Su Muwan.
T0? T1? Fate?
What are these two talking about?
Mu He leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the pair.
He had miscalculated.
These two were far stronger than he ever imagined.
Even though this entire city was an extension of Qing'er—
He didn’t have time to unleash its true power.
If he had known Qin Luo and Su Muwan were this monstrous,
he would’ve prepared much earlier.
All of this… was because he underestimated them.
No.
Or was this simply his fate?
Mu He’s eyes burned with unwillingness.
He clenched his fists.
Why…
Why is fate so cruel?
Why did it let him meet and fall for Qing'er,
only to tear her away from him?
He had done everything to bring her back.
Yet now, because of a single misjudgment, he had fallen this far.
Is this… really the end?
Meanwhile—
[Mu He’s Fate has dropped to T1!]
Qin Luo smiled faintly at the system’s notification. "Miss, you can make your move now."
Against a T1, even Su Muwan could handle things without issue.
Su Muwan nodded, then turned to Mu He, stretching out her hand with a vicious grin.
"Sorry, but this is going to hurt."
"Next life, try not to be a T0, okay?"
This was the script she deserved after being reborn!
As expected—
Every so-called T0 was just an insect before Qin Luo!
T0, captured +1!
Qin Luo shrugged. He was just sending him to a mental hospital.
Why did Su Muwan make it sound so murderous?
Mu He closed his eyes.
Memories of Qing'er flooded his mind.
It was ten years ago.
During the Spring Festival, the streets were bustling. A boy accidentally bumped into a girl, nearly dropping the sugar figurine in his hand.
The girl turned, her eyes curving into crescents as she smiled. "Sorry, did I hurt you?"
The boy’s face flushed slightly as he scratched his head. "No, it was my fault."
"By the way, I heard your friend call you Qing'er? That’s a beautiful name."
The girl’s cheeks tinged pink. "Thank you. That sugar figurine—you like them too?"
The boy lifted it with a grin. "Yeah, they’re really fun to make."
That was their first meeting.
From then on, they were always together.
In the Spirit Forest, the boy and girl walked side by side, sunlight filtering through the leaves in golden patches.
The boy suddenly stopped, plucking a small pink flower and handing it to her. "Qing'er, doesn’t this look like you?"
The girl took it, puzzled. "How so?"
The boy smiled. "It’s bright and cheerful, just like your smile. Every time you laugh, it warms my heart."
Blushing, she lightly punched his shoulder. "You always know how to sweet-talk."
Those days were filled with happiness.
But then—
Everything changed.
A monster emerged from the forest without warning, shattering the peace.
The girl was slashed by its claws, blood pouring from the wound.
The boy rushed to her in a frenzy, holding her tightly.
He was terrified, panicked, desperate.
He couldn’t bear to lose her.
But—
[Mu He… it hurts… I’m scared…]
No… no, please…
[Mu He… I… I feel like I’m fading…]
No… don’t go.
Mu He prayed for a miracle.
Yet... fate is cruel.
Qing'er died.
But not entirely.
Her flesh merged with the forest, and her soul could communicate directly with him.
["I'm so hungry, Mu He... I want to eat..."]
Every time he tossed chunks of meat into the forest, Qing'er's condition improved slightly.
Mu He understood—he realized.
As long as he kept feeding her, Qing'er would surely return to life and come back to him.
And so, clinging to this belief, he persisted until now.
He sacrificed every last person in the city to the forest.
And Qing'er's power seeped into every corner of the city.
Everything seemed to be moving in the right direction.
But...
Now, Mu He closed his eyes, quietly awaiting death.
It's... all over.
...
...
...
["NO!! Don't hurt Xiao He!!"]
BOOM!
Suddenly, a piercing shriek echoed throughout the city.
With a deafening roar, Mu He's entire body was instantly absorbed into the wall.
Su Muwan: ?
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