"You're insulting me?" Du Ran couldn't handle the provocation.
By the time Little Wei came downstairs, Du Ran had already fainted from anger.
Honestly, her constitution was just pitifully weak.
Little Wei was at a loss for words.
"Uh... what do we do now?" Little Wei had been counting on Du Ran to contact the Zerg, but now—good grief—she'd passed out.
How fragile could someone be? Would she even survive till the story's finale?
"I'm not carrying her back," Zhang Yunxiao declared, visibly repulsed.
Little Wei looked down at Du Ran lying on the ground.
Even so, she couldn’t possibly expect her to carry Du Ran back, could she?
Besides, she had zero desire to do so.
"Not me either," Little Wei refused outright.
"So we just leave her here?" Zhang Yunxiao had been driven to the brink by Du Ran these past days. Before, he might’ve grudgingly protected her a little, but now he couldn’t care less.
Little Wei thought that sounded perfect.
"Let’s do that."
Neither of them had any emotional attachment to Du Ran—what was decided was decided.
In the end, two passing girls took Du Ran back to her place.
"That settles it, right?" Zhang Yunxiao glanced at Little Wei.
She saw no issue.
"Finally, freedom." Zhang Yunxiao sighed in relief.
"Hey, guess what? Zhong Ruyue has a crush on you," Little Wei said, nudging his shoulder.
Zhang Yunxiao: "..."
Should he tell her he already knew?
After all, Zhong Ruyue was his fan.
But if Little Wei introduced them, things might go smoother.
Still, no need to rush.
At the very least, Du Ran couldn’t find out.
"Alright, alright, I get it. I’ve got class now. After that, I need to see Du Ran’s parents." Given the gravity of the situation, they had the right to know.
"Got it. Make sure you explain everything clearly. Oh, and if Du Ran..." Little Wei trailed off, eyeing Zhang Yunxiao.
She left the rest unsaid.
Du Ran owed the original host a blood debt—her life was the only repayment.
After studying Federation law, Little Wei knew Du Ran’s actions would likely lead to exile. A few discreet moves during that process, and Du Ran would be gone for good.
"I... don’t quite follow," Zhang Yunxiao frowned.
"Are you planning to kill her?" he asked.
Little Wei stayed silent. Those words were hard to voice.
"Don’t push her," Ling Wanbai interjected, speaking up for the first time in a while. "You might not grasp the full extent of Du Ran’s crimes. I have some evidence, but it’s not irrefutable yet. Once she contacts the Zerg, she’s finished."
Her tone was heavy. Zhang Yunxiao exhaled sharply.
"Fine. I’ve done all I can. The rest is up to fate."
In the end, Du Ran was reaping what she’d sown.
A kind person would never have ended up like this.
Zhang Yunxiao left.
Ling Wanbai turned to Little Wei.
"Once her crimes are exposed, hold off on acting immediately."
"Huh?" Little Wei blinked, confused. "Why?"
"Exile planets are brutal. Which is worse—a lifetime of suffering or an early release?" Ling Wanbai countered.
Little Wei stroked her chin, taking a moment to process the implication.
"You want her exiled for life?"
"She deserves that price—to atone for her sins." Ling Wanbai’s words left Little Wei half-understanding.
But if Ling Wanbai said so, it couldn’t be bad.
What troubled Ling Wanbai more was the shadowy entity.
Its host still hadn’t surfaced, but she could sense its presence. Unfortunately, the world’s restrictions on deities prevented her from scanning the entire plane with her divine sense—otherwise, she’d have rooted out the host already.
"Alright, if you say so, that’s the plan."
Death was too easy.
Real punishment was living—humbled, wretched, and miserable for life.
As Ling Wanbai and Little Wei expected, Du Ran ultimately chose to contact the Zerg.
She would destroy this world she loathed, along with Zhang Yunxiao, the man she loved and hated.
She’d make him regret it. If he couldn’t appreciate how perfect she was, they’d die together and be lovers in the afterlife.
Meanwhile, Little Wei had Little Nailuo livestream the scene on the Federation network.
Viewers were initially baffled by the focus on a UR’s private life—until they saw the Zerg-linked insects in Du Ran’s apartment and lost their minds.
The bugs were essential for Zerg communication, and Du Ran had a translator. Little Nailuo even helpfully subtitled the exchange.
The chat erupted:
"WTF?! How does the Federation have someone like this? That apartment’s gotta be a Star Academy dorm."
"Are you blind? That’s Du Ran—her dad’s famous."
"Rich kids are next-level. Hooking up with Zerg? Is she planning to do it with a bug later?"
"Ugh, that’s disgusting. I’m gonna puke."
Little Wei skimmed the comments and, inexplicably, chuckled.
Probably the original host’s residual emotions.
"Happy?" Ling Wanbai adjusted a device, arching a brow.
"Very. What’s that thing for?" Little Wei eyed the contraption—a pillar with a screen and a foldable bed.
What even was that?
"It’s for health scans," Ling Wanbai said.
Little Wei: "..."
"I’m fine though? I eat like a horse. You’re checking me?" She was thoroughly confused.
"Just try it." Ling Wanbai’s expression was unreadable.
Little Wei lay down, suspending her virtual tablet mid-air, and sighed contentedly.
"So comfy."
She’d always dreamed of a ceiling-mounted TV for bedtime viewing. The adjustable virtual tablet was close enough.
Ling Wanbai said nothing, moving the scanner over her. Moments later, a shadow appeared on the screen—right over Little Wei’s abdomen.
Just as she’d suspected.
Federation pregnancies lasted only six months; everything here moved faster.
Sigh. She’d forgotten dual-S types were highly fertile.
"So? What’s the verdict?" Little Wei asked cheerfully, oblivious.
Ling Wanbai: "..."
"Yeah. You’re pregnant."
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