Six years later.
Under a howling cold wind and a bleak, overcast sky,
a dilapidated urban ruin stood on the barren earth.
The glass of high-rises had long shattered, exposing rusted steel beams.
Withered vines crawled up the walls like gnarled claws.
The streets were littered with abandoned vehicles and debris.
This was once Jiang City, now reduced to one of the battlegrounds between humanity and the abominations.
Inside a crumbling, derelict building, a slender figure stood silently before a shattered floor-to-ceiling window.
She wore a long, dark silver trench coat that draped down to her ankles.
The collar was raised high, obscuring half her face, revealing only a pair of frost-cold eyes.
Her hair was no longer pure black but shimmered with a faint, icy crystalline hue.
The strands cascaded like a river of starlight, loosely tied at the back, with a few stray locks framing her forehead, adding to her piercing demeanor.
—Su Muwan.
Six years was enough to change many things.
She lowered her gaze slightly, retrieving an old phone from the inner pocket of her coat.
The screen was cracked, yet it still clearly displayed the last message—
["Hey, Young Miss, you there?"]
["Something came up. I’m messaging you from another world, but don’t worry—I’ll find you no matter what!"]
["By then, you better be stronger than you are now."]
["Oh, and here’s some info about the world you’re in."]
["World_Guide_Manual.rar"]
Su Muwan’s fingertips brushed lightly over the screen, her eyes momentarily distant.
"Six years already…"
Her voice was soft, yet it carried a suppressed weight.
Over these six years, she had followed the guide Qin Luo left behind, growing stronger step by step, uniting humanity’s forces, and fighting back against the increasingly rampant abominations.
She joined the "Abnormal Incident Investigation Bureau," and with sheer strength and strategy, rose to the position of director in just two years.
She established the "Frostline Defense," linking survivor cities to withstand the abominations’ assaults.
She even led teams personally, hunting down S-class and higher abominations, retrieving their cores for research to uncover their weaknesses.
—Yet despite all this, the abominations’ numbers kept growing.
As if… something was guiding their descent into this world.
Su Muwan pocketed the phone, her gaze sharpening once more.
"Qin Luo, where are you…?"
She murmured, as if questioning herself—or the one who had vanished long ago.
Suddenly—
"ROOOAAAR—!!!"
A piercing shriek erupted from deep within the building, followed by a second, a third…
The entire structure trembled, walls cracking, debris raining down.
Su Muwan’s brow furrowed slightly as she turned slowly.
"Annoying."
She didn’t even raise a hand—just a flicker in her gaze.
CRACK—!!
A surge of glacial power erupted from her, a ring of ice-blue energy expanding outward!
Where it passed, the air froze, dust solidified, even time itself seemed to halt for an instant.
In the next second, dozens of abominations lunging from the shadows froze mid-motion.
Their bodies turned to ice from the inside out, transforming into grotesque statues in the blink of an eye.
Su Muwan snapped her fingers lightly.
POP—!
The ice sculptures shattered simultaneously, scattering into glittering dust carried away by the wind.
The entire ordeal lasted barely a second.
"The sixth wave today…"
Su Muwan swept a cold glance over the remnants, a trace of unease flashing in her eyes.
Over these six years, the abominations’ appearances had grown more frequent, their strength escalating.
At first, they only lurked at the city’s fringes, preying on isolated humans.
Later, they began attacking survivor settlements in hordes, even spawning "Overlord-class" variants capable of commanding lesser abominations.
And now… they were launching coordinated assaults on humanity’s core cities.
"Something’s wrong…"
Su Muwan muttered under her breath.
The abominations’ behavior wasn’t random anymore.
They were no longer mindless killing machines—they had become… an army.
An army paving the way for something.
"Could it be…?"
Her pupils constricted as a terrifying realization struck her.
—The Bone Shepherd?
Truthfully, Su Muwan had long suspected who might be behind the abominations’ invasion.
Recalling the final moments of their past life in the vast cosmos,
the Bone Shepherd had deliberately shattered their world to force their rebirth—an act that defied reason.
Perhaps Qin Luo’s six-year arrangement was meant to prepare for the Bone Shepherd’s arrival.
If that were true… things were far worse than she thought.
The Bone Shepherd’s power surpassed ordinary abominations, even rivaling the Heavenly Dao’s might.
If it descended again…
Su Muwan’s eyes turned glacial.
But… she wasn’t the same as she was in her past life either.
Just as the thought crossed her mind—
WHUMPH—!!
The roar of helicopter blades suddenly echoed outside the building.
Su Muwan looked up to see a pitch-black military helicopter hovering outside the building. The emblem of "Frost Line" on its body gleamed coldly under the sunlight.
"Director Su! Is the mission complete?"
A voice came through the helicopter's loudspeaker, laced with unconcealed reverence.
Su Muwan snapped out of her thoughts and responded with a faint "Mm."
In the next instant, her figure transformed into a streak of icy-blue light, crossing hundreds of meters in a flash before appearing directly at the helicopter's cabin door.
The door slid open automatically, and Su Muwan stepped inside.
Inside the cabin, several fully armed investigators immediately straightened their backs, their eyes brimming with admiration.
"Director Su!"
"You've worked hard."
Su Muwan gave a casual nod and took a seat by the window, her gaze drifting back to the ruins outside.
The helicopter slowly ascended, heading toward the distant survivor city.
Inside the cabin, the investigators whispered among themselves.
"She's too strong… Those abominations didn’t even stand a chance against Director Su."
"Yeah, I heard there were three SS-class 'Gluttons' this time, but they were wiped out before they even got to see Director Su."
"With Director Su here, our 'Frost Line' is an impenetrable fortress!"
"..."
Su Muwan paid no attention to their chatter, quietly staring out the window.
Her fingers absently traced the surface of her phone as the image of that person resurfaced in her mind.
"Qin Luo…"
"When… are you coming back?"

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