Ji Wushuang's few short sentences were like a beam of light.
It illuminated all the confusion and fear in Lu Qianqian's heart.
She seemed to understand a little.
Where Ji Wushuang's extraordinary calm and strength came from.
It wasn't numbness or indifference.
It was a will of steel, tempered through countless instances of coexisting with fear.
"What do we do after daybreak?"
Lu Qianqian asked.
"Xia's peacekeeping forces will come for us,"
Ji Wushuang replied.
She took a satellite phone from her backpack.
"I've already sent a distress signal."
Lu Qianqian was stunned.
"When did you..."
"While you were crying."
Ji Wushuang's answer remained terse and to the point.
Lu Qianqian looked at her, feeling an indescribable warmth surge in her heart.
Sister Wushuang always thinks further and does more than you.
She arranges everything meticulously.
That night, Lu Qianqian slept deeply.
She lay beside Ji Wushuang inside this abandoned church.
She had no more nightmares.
The next morning.
The roar of helicopter blades woke them.
A helicopter painted with the flag of Xia was circling above the church.
The rescue had arrived.
The helicopter landed on the open ground in front of the church.
After the hatch opened, several fully armed peacekeeping soldiers jumped out.
Leading them was a major with dark skin and sharp eyes.
He saw Ji Wushuang and paused.
Then, an expression of disbelief spread across his face.
"Wushuang?"
"Black Wolf."
Ji Wushuang nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
The major called Black Wolf walked over quickly.
He seemed to want to give Ji Wushuang a hug.
But seeing her cool gaze, he awkwardly lowered his arms.
"You... what are you doing here?"
"Mission."
Ji Wushuang pointed at Lu Qianqian.
"This is my protectee."
"We need support to rescue two people from the Walu tribe."
Black Wolf glanced at Lu Qianqian, then back at Ji Wushuang.
His eyes held some confusion, but he didn't ask further, simply nodding decisively.
"Get on the aircraft."
"Team Four, with me!"
With the peacekeeping forces joining, the rescue operation became straightforward.
When they returned to the Walu tribe,
the conflict was over, leaving only devastation in its wake.
Uncle Zhao, Lin Ke, and the black man were all still alive.
Seeing the rescue troops, they were all moved to tears.
Lu Qianqian watched this scene.
She watched those well-equipped, highly trained soldiers.
She watched the food, medicine, and sense of security they brought.
For the first time, a clear and powerful thought sprouted in her heart.
Kindness and courage are not enough.
Compassion and a sense of duty are also not enough.
To protect the people you want to protect in a world like this.
To change this goddamn reality.
You must possess power of your own.
Real, formidable, unrivaled power.
This thought, like a seed, quietly took root and began to sprout in Lu Qianqian's heart.
...
The peacekeeping soldiers secured the area.
They were clearing the bodies and treating the wounded.
The air was thick with the foul stench of death and the smell of disinfectant.
Uncle Zhao and Lin Ke had already been stabilized and were waiting to return to the city.
Their injuries weren't serious; they were not in life-threatening danger.
The major called Black Wolf walked over to Ji Wushuang.
His real name was Li Feng.
"We've examined the bodies," Li Feng said, his voice heavy.
"Most are civilians from the Walu tribe."
"The others are from the neighboring Kutu tribe."
"Initial assessment points to tribal conflict."
Ji Wushuang looked at the body of one of the raiders.
"Tribal conflicts use new M4 rifles?" Ji Wushuang asked.
"Their tactical coordination didn't seem like a ragtag mob."
Li Feng fell silent.
He had noticed it too.
These men's equipment and tactical discipline were too good.
They didn't seem like ordinary tribal militia.
More like... well-trained mercenaries.
"Nothing was left on-site that could prove their identity,"
Li Feng said.
"People from the Walu tribe say the Kutu tribe recently received a batch of mysterious weapon supplies."
"The supplier is untraceable."
"This matter is complicated. We will continue investigating."
Ji Wushuang asked no more.
She knew that without evidence, everything was just speculation.
But in her mind, she already had a vague direction.
To be able to quietly arm a tribal force here,
and meticulously erase all traces...
behind it, there must be a powerful faction.
Lu Qianqian walked over.
Her face was still pale, but her eyes were unusually calm.
She just watched everything quietly.
Watched the soldiers load cold bodies onto trucks.
Watched the surviving villagers search numbly through the rubble for their families.
An old man from the Walu tribe held his grandson's body and wept bitterly.
...
The next day.
On the ruins of the Walu tribe, Xia's peacekeeping forces set up a temporary mediation center.
Li Feng invited elders from the Walu tribe and the neighboring Kutu tribe, who had launched the attack, for talks.
The atmosphere in the mediation center was tense, like drawn bows.
The enmity between the two tribes ran deep.
This massacre had pushed the hatred to its peak.
The Walu elder denounced the other side's atrocities.
The Kutu elder argued that the Walu people had stolen their water source first.
Representatives from both tribes argued incessantly.
Lu Qianqian was on the other side, responsible for distributing relief supplies.
Food, medicine, clean drinking water.
Lu Qianqian was no longer just an observer.
She began trying to communicate with the women and children using the rudimentary local language she had learned from materials.
Her pronunciation was strange, but her smile and eyes were sincere.
The children weren't afraid of this outsider at all.
One little girl even tugged gently on her clothes.
She offered half of the biscuit she had just received to Lu Qianqian.
Looking into the little girl's eyes, still clear despite the suffering,
Lu Qianqian felt that everything she was doing was worthwhile.
Ji Wushuang stood not far away.
Her mission was to protect Lu Qianqian.
But her gaze remained fixed on a man among the Kutu tribe representatives.
That man was named Tarik.
He was the Kutu chieftain's brother.
Throughout the mediation process, he behaved with abnormal agitation.
He constantly incited hateful rhetoric.
Accused the Xia peacekeeping forces of being "hypocritical invaders."
His eyes burned with a fanatical, reckless fire.
Moreover, he kept glancing involuntarily in Lu Qianqian's direction.
His hand would subconsciously touch his waist and abdomen.
These were all extremely dangerous signals.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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)
