What’s the point of just improving supernatural abilities? She believed that only by surviving in the outside world would she truly grow.
Le Xu glanced at Le Xiaowei.
"Little sister, what do you think we should do?" Le Xu passed the decision to Xiaowei.
"Brother, if you like her, let her stay. Her level isn’t low anyway," Le Xiaowei wasn’t particularly keen on letting Ning Qiu leave.
It wasn’t easy to find someone who could keep her brother in check. If they played their cards right, Side Mission One might just be completed.
Before Le Xu could respond, Ning Qiu flashed a sweet smile.
"Thank you, everyone. I won’t be a burden."
A vein throbbed on Le Xu’s forehead. Had he even agreed to let this girl stay?
"Get in the car. This place isn’t far from us."
With Tang Yueyue’s memories, finding the male lead’s harem wasn’t difficult. The others had no real connection to her anyway—just kill them.
The group got into the car and soon arrived at a vast, snow-covered plain. There was only a single snowy mountain nearby, nothing else.
"Where are they?" Le Xu asked Xiaowei, who stood beside him.
Le Xiaowei pointed at the ground beneath them.
This place was remote, rarely visited by anyone. If Ning Qiu hadn’t lured Tang Yueyue out, it might have taken her half a month just to locate Xiao Linfeng’s harem.
"Buried in the snow? How are we supposed to find them?" Le Xu frowned.
"There are quite a few of them, so brother, we’ll need your help this time."
Xie Gantang was eager too, rolling up his sleeves to get to work—only to immediately pull them back down when the cold became unbearable.
Freezing his ass off.
Yuan Qiaoqiao waved her hand, and the snow instantly melted away, revealing four beautiful female zombies on the barren ground.
Sensing danger, they scrambled to their feet. Xu Wanwan’s eyes gleamed with hostility as she stared at Le Xiaowei.
"Attack," Le Xiaowei commanded.
Le Xu summoned eerie blue flames, while Ning Qiu—trapped in the car by Le Xu—formed hand seals, freezing the zombies in place with ice restraints.
Controlling Tang Yueyue had been troublesome, but killing zombies? That was a different story.
Just the presence of a purification staff and Le Xu’s blue flames, which could burn zombies, was enough to paralyze them with fear.
By the time Xiao Linfeng arrived, not even ashes remained on the snow.
Clutching his wounded abdomen and wiping blood from his lips, he stared in shock at Le Xiaowei and Le Xu.
"You… became human?" Xiao Linfeng pointed at Le Xiaowei, his voice trembling, his mind struggling to process the situation.
"That’s right. Didn’t expect that, did you?" Le Xiaowei smiled sweetly.
Xiao Linfeng’s head spun, unable to comprehend what had happened.
"Why… why are you targeting me like this?" He swallowed another mouthful of blood.
The girl who had been with him had fled in terror when she saw him coughing up blood. Ha. No harem left. After all this time in this world, he was still alone in the end.
A growing sense of panic gnawed at him.
"Why target you?" Le Xu suddenly laughed. "Have you forgotten how Xiaowei died?"
"But she’s alive now! You two just love ganging up on me!" Hatred burned in Xiao Linfeng’s eyes—the first time he’d ever despised someone this much.
Flames erupted from his hands, surging toward them—only for a cold, transparent silver needle to materialize at Le Xiaowei’s brow.
It shot straight into the depths of Xiao Linfeng’s forehead.
Agh—!
The pain was unbearable!
Xiao Linfeng collapsed, clutching his head. Severing his connection with the zombies had already been agonizing.
Now, it felt like a firecracker had exploded inside his skull.
"What was that just now?" Le Xu asked.
"A mental attack. It can turn someone into an idiot," Le Xiaowei replied, watching the male lead coldly.
His mental strength was weak to begin with—probably relied on his system to control the zombies. After her attack, he’d be lucky not to end up brain-damaged.
Xiao Linfeng writhed on the ground in agony. Just as Le Xiaowei was about to speak, Yuan Qiaoqiao stuffed cotton into her ears.
Meanwhile, Le Xu suddenly remembered something.
In his past life… he had never seen his sister again before his death. So why, after being reborn…?
He looked at Le Xiaowei, confusion swirling in his eyes.
Noticing his gaze, Le Xiaowei said nothing. Instead, she reached into Le Xu’s pocket and pulled out his dagger.
Aside from the zombies earlier, this was her first time killing a person.
Her hands trembled slightly. When Xiao Linfeng turned onto his back, she plunged the dagger into his chest.
His vacant eyes locked onto her face. Le Xiaowei averted her gaze.
"This is what you deserve. If you hadn’t been so obsessed with filthy desires and just lived decently, you wouldn’t have ended up like this."
She staggered back, nearly losing her balance. Yuan Qiaoqiao quickly steadied her.
"Big sister, it’s okay," Yuan Qiaoqiao soothed softly.
Snow began to fall again, layer after layer covering Xiao Linfeng’s body.
His eyes widened as he watched the car grow smaller in the distance, his expression twisting with resentment.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He should have had beautiful women in his arms, ruled the apocalyptic world—anything less would be unworthy of his transmigrator status.
No… this wasn’t right. None of this should have happened.
With one last surge of bitterness, Xiao Linfeng exhaled his final breath.
Le Xiaowei sat silently in the car. Le Xu’s fingers trembled slightly. Xiao Linfeng’s death had been far simpler than he’d imagined.
That arrogant tyrant of the apocalypse was just… gone.
He wasn’t sure how to feel. Maybe it was because Xiao Linfeng’s death felt too… anticlimactic?
What Le Xu didn’t know was that without his system, Xiao Linfeng was nothing special. And with the current lunar phase, he couldn’t even rely on dual cultivation to boost his power.
"Little sister, are you okay?" Le Xu asked, noticing Le Xiaowei rubbing her temples.
This was probably her first time killing someone. She must be struggling with it emotionally.
"I’m fine. Just… need time to process it."
At least the main mission was finally complete. Her brother’s love life seemed promising too. Now, the only thing left was Yuan Qiaoqiao’s descent into darkness.
Yuan Qiaoqiao gazed at Le Xiaowei, concern in her eyes.
"Big sister," she called again.
Seeing this, Le Xu couldn’t help but chuckle. "Qiaoqiao, why are you so clingy with my sister?"
Yuan Qiaoqiao lowered her head, tilting it slightly to look at Le Xiaowei.
Le Xiaowei’s eyelid twitched. Was she really the one who had to explain this?
"I’ll… tell you later," she coughed lightly, rubbing her aching forehead.
How was she supposed to bring this up?
Would Le Xu start looking at her weirdly after this?
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
