Category: Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c68

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 68 – Fathers

    The intel from “Noah” couldn’t be wrong. Besides Mister, Dawn only had two other “Destruction” level ability users, both unavailable.

    How could they be present in this war?

    Moreover… if a “Destruction” level ability user were involved, this war wouldn’t even be happening.

    A single “Destruction” level ability user could single-handedly breach Yan City’s defenses and destroy the entire city.

    Even the “Ember’s” eruption was ineffective against a “Destruction” level ability user, at most causing injury, but never death, not even serious injury.

    “No, it’s not necessarily a ‘Destruction’ level ability user…”

    Lin Cheng finally regained his composure. “Li Ping, do you remember ‘Colonna,’ the mega-city in the western continent that was destroyed thirty years ago?”

    “Of course I remember,” Li Ping frowned. “It was the last mega-city destroyed by ‘Dawn’… Wait, the heavy rain…?”

    A seemingly insignificant detail suddenly struck him.

    He quickly pulled up all the information on “Colonna,” his expression turning increasingly grim as he read through it.

    Colonna, located in a remote area of the western continent, was a small mega-city.

    Thirty years ago, it had been invaded and destroyed by Dawn, its citizens becoming refugees in the Endless Wasteland.

    Dawn’s justification for the war had been that Colonna was capturing Dawn members and conducting human experiments on ability users, and they had attacked to rescue their family.

    However, “Noah” had denied this, claiming it was just an excuse for war.

    Now, it was impossible to know the truth. The result was that Colonna was now in ruins, its “Ember” destroyed by Dawn.

    As Yan City now faced a similar threat from Dawn, Li Ping had, of course, thoroughly studied the records of the Colonna war.

    “Indeed… Colonna was also invaded during a torrential downpour,” Li Ping stared at the screen, the chilling yet dispassionate words of the report reflecting in his eyes.

    “Dawn used the rain to their advantage, breaching the defenses and reaching the core district, decapitating Colonna’s City Lord, then withstanding the ‘Ember’s’ eruption to destroy the entire city.”

    “Yes… strikingly similar to Yan City’s current situation. It seems to be the work of the same high-ranking Dawn Cadre,” Lin Cheng whispered. “The only thing we’ve done better than Colonna is to temporarily halt their advance before they reached the core district.”

    “But no one paid attention to the heavy rain back then. All analyses of that war ignored it, assuming it was just a coincidental opportunity exploited by Dawn…”

    Li Ping closed his eyes slowly, his body trembling slightly.

    Such a powerful ability… even if it wasn’t a “Destruction” level ability user, they must be close.

    He hadn’t expected Colonna, and now Yan City, to face such a powerful opponent.

    Colonna had likely been destroyed so quickly because they hadn’t realized this.

    However, not being “Destruction” level meant there was still a chance…

    “Sun Biwu… it seems… we’ll need your help,” Li Ping sighed.

    “Mm.”

    Sun Biwu’s voice was low and heavy.

    After a moment of silence, he added, “Our Yan City… I leave it to you.”

    Sun Biwu was a man of few words, even his final words… were brief.

    He had been prepared to sacrifice himself and trigger the “Ember’s” eruption since the beginning of this war.

    “Connect to ‘Noah’.”

    Li Ping’s fingers had stopped tapping.

    After a few beeps, a cold female voice came through the communication channel.

    “We’ve been waiting, Mister Li of Yan City. I hope it’s good news.”

    “Dawn’s Fifth Cadre, ability is weather manipulation, strength estimated to be near ‘Destruction’ level, but hasn’t reached it yet,” Li Ping said calmly.

    The cold voice was silent for a moment, as if considering something.

    Then she spoke again.

    “…Valuable intel. It seems the Dawn Cadre attacking Yan City is the same one from thirty years ago.”

    But this also meant that Yan City was facing a powerful opponent they couldn’t stop without resorting to the “Ember’s” eruption.

    “Although it’s a bit late, we’re mobilizing reinforcements, and aid for Yan City after the war is also being prepared. Please hold on,” the cold voice continued. “‘Noah’ stands with Yan City… with every member of the Free Federation.”

    Li Ping chuckled wryly.

    “Let’s hope there will still be a Yan City…”

    Dawn was about to repeat their city-destroying feat from thirty years ago…

    Could Yan City stop this powerful ability user who controlled the weather?

    Li Ping wasn’t sure.

    He stood up slowly and looked at the slender sword hanging on the wall.

    It was his sword, but it hadn’t been drawn in decades.

    “Lin Cheng,” Li Ping took a deep breath and called out.

    “Yes?”

    Lin Cheng’s voice came through the communicator.

    “Do you remember the swordsmanship Old Man Sword taught us?”

    Li Ping rubbed his palms, where calluses should have been, but now, he only felt soft flesh.

    He must be quite rusty…

    “…Of course, I haven’t forgotten.”

    “I suddenly remember… the days when we pioneered the Endless Wasteland with our fathers…” A nostalgic look appeared in Li Ping’s eyes. “Although Yan City had been established, there were still many calamity monsters attacking…”

    “We fought back to back,” Lin Cheng chuckled. “And with a dozen other brothers…”

    “But now… only three of us remain,” Sun Biwu added, his voice heavy.

    “Thankfully, three remain,” Li Ping took down his sword. “We carry our fathers’ hopes… They pioneered this land, hoping to find a sanctuary in this world filled with disasters.”

    Pioneering…

    It wasn’t something everyone had the courage to do.

    It meant abandoning the relative safety of established settlements and venturing into the Endless Wasteland, filled with disasters, miasma, monsters, and strange phenomena, constantly pushing forward, further and further.

    The pioneers didn’t know when, or if, they would find their destination. They simply walked on, without hope, driven by desperation.

    Those who found their destination weren’t necessarily the bravest, but the luckiest.

    Yan City had been lucky.

    After a long journey, Yan City’s first pioneers, Li Ping and Lin Cheng’s fathers, had found their destination, a lost “Ember.”

    And so… they no longer had to be refugees in the Endless Wasteland; they had a home, a home called Yan City.

    But now, all of this was about to be destroyed.

    Looking at his sword, Li Ping recalled many scenes from the past, some heartwarming, some sorrowful, now just blurry memories.

    “The youngsters have done their best, it’s time for us old geezers to step up…”

    Li Ping sheathed his sword and walked towards the command center door.

    At the same time, Lin Cheng also took up his sword and walked towards the western front.

    The massive sandstorm in the distance was approaching, relentlessly destroying everything in its path, heading straight for the “Ember Furnace.”

    “Exploration Team Six, Captain Lin Cheng.”

    “Vice-Captain, Li Ping.”

    “Mission Three Hundred and Sixty-One, intercept ‘Dawn Cadre’.”

    “—With all our might.”

    Even if it cost them their lives.

    Two old figures walked side by side under the starlight, towards the approaching sandstorm, as if returning to their pioneering days.

    But this time…

    They were the fathers.

    Rewinding slightly, before the unusual energy fluctuation erupted from the depths of Yan City’s core district.

    On the western side of the second line of defense, Dawn’s teams were relentlessly attacking.

    It was a brutal stalemate. The damaged defenses were littered with the bodies of over a hundred Yan City soldiers, and the attacking Dawn team had also lost two members.

    Such scenes were common on the battlefield surrounding the second line of defense.

    Although sturdy, Yan City’s second line of defense wasn’t impenetrable. Under Dawn’s relentless assault, they could only delay the inevitable.

    Perhaps, in time, the defenses would crumble, and Dawn would be one step away from victory—withstanding the “Ember’s” eruption.

    After surviving the eruption, victory would be theirs.

    All of this had to be achieved before Yan City’s reinforcements arrived; otherwise… the situation would reverse, and Dawn would be the ones surrounded.

    “Good… it seems the attack is going smoothly,” Rhine wiped the blood from his clothes, the metallic scent lingering. “Soon… we’ll breach Yan City’s core district.”

    He looked up at the “Ember Furnace,” faintly visible in the rain, his expression serious.

    “…But we’ve already lost over twenty brothers,” Grifres whispered. Beside him lay a dozen bodies in Dawn uniforms.

    Even Myers’s body was among them; Yan City hadn’t retrieved it during their retreat.

    The initial failure of their plan hadn’t just cost them a “Peril” level Cadre and several “Ruin” level members, but it had also forced them into this costly stalemate.

    Every step forward now came at a heavy price.

    Rhine was silent for a moment, a flicker of sadness in his eyes.

    “I don’t like saying this… but these are necessary sacrifices.”

    The Eldest Mister was incredibly important to Dawn; all members were willing to die for her return.

    They fought with unwavering conviction, determined to retrieve her remains.

    Just then, an unusual energy fluctuation erupted from the depths of Yan City’s core district.

    It was so intense that even ordinary people could sense it, their hearts pounding as they instinctively looked towards the “Ember Furnace,” or rather, the “Wall of Resentment.”

    The Dawn members also sensed it, and Rhine, the strongest among them, felt it most clearly.

    He looked sharply towards the Wall of Resentment.

    “This is… Eldest Mister…”

    Unlike Yan City, Rhine was very familiar with Mister—meaning Nine.

    Li Ping and Lin Cheng had assumed the energy fluctuation came from Mister within the Ember Furnace, but Rhine knew it wasn’t.

    Having known Nine for over a century, he recognized his aura.

    This was a different aura, both unfamiliar and familiar…

    Unfamiliar because he had never sensed it before, familiar because it was incredibly similar to Nine’s.

    The only possibility… was the Eldest Mister’s remains within the “Wall of Resentment.”

    “Damn it, are they planning to use the ‘Eldest Mister’ as an ‘Ice Coffin Weapon’ again?”

    Grifres was shocked. It was completely illogical.

    “Are they crazy? This is their core district… There are tens of thousands of civilians here!”

    Although the war was intense, it hadn’t affected many civilians.

    Because of the heavy rain, most people were staying indoors.

    Almost all the fighting was taking place at the front lines, the few skirmishes not affecting residential areas. Even the number of destroyed buildings was minimal.

    Even if they reached the “Ember Furnace” and triggered its eruption, the concentrated energy release would be limited to a certain area, minimizing the impact on residential areas.

    Although it might sound self-serving, Dawn was trying to avoid civilian casualties.

    Their attacks were targeted, not indiscriminate slaughter.

    If they simply wanted to kill, the eight districts under Dawn’s control would be rivers of blood.

    But in reality, those districts were even more peaceful than the core district.

    However, using the Eldest Mister’s remains was different…

    Her power, “End,” was completely uncontrollable outside the “Ice Coffin.”

    Even a sliver of her power, a single uncontrolled outburst… could destroy an entire district.

    If she was deployed, tens of thousands of civilians in the core district would die instantly.

    Within her range, only ability users above “Peril” level would have a chance of survival, and even then, they might not escape unscathed.

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c67

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 67 – Anomaly at the Furnace

    “Who?”

    Luo Yan struggled to regain her senses, but to no avail.

    She could only drag herself out of the ice coffin, her body heavy, and instinctively stumbled out of the small room.

    The dimly lit Wall of Resentment was the same as before, but now Luo Yan could see clearly without using the breathing technique.

    Or rather, the surroundings appeared directly in her mind, not through her vision.

    The narrow corridor could barely fit two or three people side by side. Extinguished oil lamps hung on the walls, and the smooth floor was spotless.

    Luo Yan clutched her head, her body heavy, each step a struggle.

    She stumbled towards the exit, the closed doors of the Wall of Resentment offering no resistance.

    After a brief moment of dizziness, she stepped outside.

    The relentless downpour showed no signs of stopping, but as the rain was about to fall on Luo Yan, it parted around her, as if in fear.

    She stood in the rain, miraculously dry, not a single drop touching her clothes.

    “Where… am I going…?”

    Luo Yan’s mind was filled with a jumble of fragmented thoughts and sensations, her senses overwhelmed, only her sixth sense—her spiritual perception—remaining clear.

    In her spiritual vision, a towering structure nearby shone like a beacon.

    “Is this… my destination…?”

    Luo Yan looked up at the Ember Furnace, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.

    But her body moved before her mind could process.

    Her stiff limbs moved unnaturally, her stumbling figure approaching the Ember Furnace, unnoticed by anyone.

    All the guards, including Sun Biwu atop the Furnace, were blind to her presence.

    No one could focus on Luo Yan; she stumbled into the Ember Furnace unchecked.

    Inside the Furnace, the chaotic memories and images in Luo Yan’s mind finally stabilized, no longer fragmented pieces and tangled threads, but coherent memories.

    She saw small, frail figures around her, a tall, silent figure before her, cold yet warm buildings rising from the ground, a blurry impression lingering in her memory…

    This was… home.

    She had a home.

    She was home.

    Joy and warmth filled Luo Yan’s heart, faint cheers echoing in her ears, celebrating the birth of their “home.”

    But then, the joy and cheers faded, and the newly built “home” was consumed by an eternal flame, engulfing everything, including everything she held dear.

    “No…”

    Luo Yan instinctively reached out, trying to save it.

    But a silent figure appeared before her, blocking her path.

    Luo Yan looked up and saw a face.

    Not beautiful, ordinary even, with a fierce, almost cruel, expression.

    The face looked at her with cold, indifferent eyes, its lips moving, as if speaking.

    But Luo Yan couldn’t hear.

    Chaotic memories flooded her mind, consuming her thoughts.

    Even her spiritual perception, her only clear sense, was overwhelmed, its final feedback a warning of her impending loss of control.

    But just then, a familiar, old voice echoed in Luo Yan’s ear, filled with shock.

    “S-Sister…?”

    Mister looked at the small, icy-blue figure swaying before him, his usually calm demeanor replaced by shock and disbelief.

    He had never expected to see his sister… like this… again.

    Chaotic yet pure spiritual energy surged within her frail body, restrained, yet its powerful fluctuations emanated from the Ember Furnace, instantly spreading throughout Yan City.

    Meanwhile, at the Yan City wartime command center.

    Located dozens of meters underground, the command center was the most secure location in Yan City, besides the Wall of Resentment, only activated during emergencies.

    In the decades since Yan City’s founding, it had only been used a handful of times.

    But in the past two months, it had been activated twice.

    Dozens of small rooms, connected by a network of corridors, housed hundreds of government officials and Anomaly Management Bureau personnel, working tirelessly.

    Li Ping, the commander-in-chief, sat in a small room at the bottom, multiple screens displaying rapidly changing information before him.

    His expression was serious; numerous anomaly reports had just arrived.

    “Intense spiritual energy reaction detected near the ‘Ember Furnace’ in Yan City’s core district, exceeding ‘Peril’ level and still rising!”

    “Large energy fluctuations detected near the ‘Wall of Resentment,’ suspected activation of the ‘Ice Coffin Weapon’!”

    Despite these alarming reports, Li Ping remained calm, only sighing softly.

    “Has Mister… entered…?”

    Li Ping tapped his fingers on the desk, his seemingly calm demeanor betrayed by his increasingly rapid tapping.

    “Yes,” Lin Cheng’s voice on the communication channel was unusually tense. “But I didn’t expect such a strong reaction…”

    “After all, this is the passing of an ancient legend, it can’t be… quiet, can it?” Li Ping rubbed his temples. “Anyway… we can’t stop him, no, not even Noah’s sanctuary could probably keep him out, could it?”

    “That’s true… but I’m worried these fluctuations will destroy Yan City…”

    Lin Cheng sighed. He had maintained a calm facade during his conversation with Mister, but inwardly, he had been terrified.

    After all, he was facing one of humanity’s strongest…

    And this “one of” might not even be accurate… he could very well be the strongest.

    It was always best to overestimate an ancient being who had lived since the Old Era.

    Such a being wasn’t something Yan City could handle, even “Noah” would need at least three of their top-ranked Saints to confront him.

    If Mister had even a sliver of malice, Yan City was doomed.

    “Well, before entering, Mister did say he hoped we would continue to build this place, so he probably won’t destroy Yan City on his way out,” Lin Cheng shook his head, dismissing the thought, then recalled his brief conversation with Mister.

    …Mister was indeed Mister. Having lived for so long, his perspective was no longer limited to the petty squabbles between “Dawn” and the “Free Federation.”

    Lin Cheng had sensed a grandfatherly kindness and concern from Mister.

    But for this war between Dawn and Yan City, he, nearing the end of his life, could no longer exert any influence.

    “We anticipated this, and Mister’s attitude was more amicable than we expected,” Lin Cheng composed himself and asked, “What’s the current situation?”

    Li Ping took a deep breath.

    “The second line of defense is holding, and the reinforcements from Qing City will arrive in half an hour, about the strength of a Dawn team, but in this situation… it’s just a drop in the bucket.”

    Qing City was twelve hours away via the lifeline; assembling and sending reinforcements within ten hours of the war starting was already a remarkable feat.

    And having the equivalent strength of a Dawn team didn’t mean they could defeat one.

    In war, even a slight advantage in power could be decisive.

    A one-on-one resulting in mutual destruction didn’t mean a two-on-one would result in a fifty percent victory.

    It would be a complete victory.

    Before the balance of power shifted significantly, another team wouldn’t make much difference…

    But they were still reinforcements, and reinforcements meant hope.

    And besides Qing City, other mega-cities were also sending aid.

    More importantly, Yan City’s strongest trump card, Hua Qingling, was on her way back.

    She wasn’t like Sun Biwu, whose “Peril” level was achieved through secret techniques and drugs. With the “Ember’s” power amplifying her abilities, she could even hold off Dawn’s top two Cadres for a while.

    According to the information from “Noah” and the current situation, Dawn’s top-ranked Cadres weren’t involved in this war.

    At least the top two were occupied with another matter.

    “In short, time is on our side,” Li Ping’s expression relaxed slightly. “The scales of victory… are tipping in our favor.”

    “Mm… I just hope it ends soon,” Lin Cheng sighed. “The ‘Ember’ has already overexerted itself, and with Mister’s… consumption… I’m worried that Yan City’s development will be stalled for at least ten years.”

    Although the “Ember’s” energy was practically limitless, its output rate was limited.

    Like a well that produced a fixed amount of water every day, endlessly.

    But now, in a state of war, that wasn’t enough.

    Therefore, Yan City had used a special technique to stimulate the “Ember,” increasing its output temporarily.

    But this stimulation had side effects. Afterward, the “Ember” would weaken, its output significantly reduced.

    Combined with the war’s destruction and the loss of life…

    The cost would be far greater than losing District Two during the “Ghost Town” incident.

    If possible, Yan City didn’t want to prolong this war, even though time was on their side.

    The longer it lasted, the greater the cost.

    “Then let’s pray… there are no more… unpleasant surprises,” Li Ping shook his head. “We can still handle the current losses…”

    Before he could finish, a sharp alarm blared from the communication channel, startling both Li Ping and Lin Cheng.

    “Li Ping! You and your jinxing mouth!”

    Lin Cheng glared at him.

    “How was I supposed to know?!”

    Li Ping was also stunned. He had just been making a casual remark; he hadn’t expected it to actually happen.

    This was a top-secret command channel; unless it was an emergency, no one besides them could access it (Qin Wen’s earlier intrusion being an exception).

    In other words, any incoming communication… meant it was so urgent that it couldn’t follow the standard reporting procedures and had to be relayed directly to the highest command.

    Despite their shock, they didn’t hesitate and immediately answered the call.

    “Beep… beep…”

    “Director-General Li! City Lord! Look… look out the window!”

    A panicked, breathless voice came through, filled with terror.

    “The window?”

    Li Ping and Lin Cheng looked out the window simultaneously.

    A beautiful, starry night sky, a crescent moon hanging in the tranquil night, a scene of peace and serenity.

    …Wait, a starry sky?

    Wasn’t it pouring just now…?

    “Just now… the rain… it suddenly stopped!” the communicator continued, his voice trembling. “And then, on the western side of the second line of defense… a sandstorm appeared!”

    A sandstorm?

    Yan City wasn’t in a desert; where would a sandstorm come from…?

    Could it be… some kind of ability?

    Li Ping and Lin Cheng’s breaths hitched as they realized a terrifying truth.

    This torrential rain, which had forced Yan City to consolidate its defenses in the core district, wasn’t a natural disaster, but a man-made one!

    How powerful would someone have to be to create such a massive, prolonged downpour…?

    “The sandstorm has breached the western front, our defenders…”

    The communicator’s voice became increasingly faint, until only static and fragmented words remained. “Retreating… failed… casualties…”

    “Beep… beep… beep…”

    The connection was lost.

    This was a direct line from the front lines. A lost connection meant…

    “The western front line has collapsed! Detecting spiritual energy fluctuations exceeding ‘Peril’ level! High probability of an ‘Destruction’ level ability user!”

    How… was this possible?

    Only the sound of rapid breathing remained on the channel.

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c66

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 66 – God’s Chosen

    “…An important mission requiring a face-to-face briefing…?”

    Qin Wen muttered to herself as she pushed open the door.

    Frick had summoned her to his office.

    Although puzzled, she had come.

    Frick was her superior in Yan City, and they were at war; she had to obey orders.

    However…

    Qin Wen’s involvement in this war between Dawn and Yan City, as an outsider, was already pushing the boundaries.

    If the mission crossed a certain line, like asking Old Man Sword to intervene, she would have to refuse.

    The Sword Saint Sect Master represented the entire sect, and the Sword Saint sect couldn’t participate in humanity’s “internal conflicts,” just like Noah’s Twelve Saints. It would have severe consequences.

    Humanity needed some force to be reserved against the world’s malice.

    “Creak~”

    The door hinges groaned, a sharp, piercing sound.

    “Strange, are the doors in the Yan City offices this old…?”

    Qin Wen thought, looking inside the office.

    For some reason, the lights were off, the room dimly lit only by the faint light filtering through the window.

    Stacks of documents were piled on the desk, the nearby bookshelf covered in a thick layer of dust.

    A tall, thin figure stood by the window, looking out at the distance. It should be Frick, but Qin Wen felt something was off.

    “Captain Qin, come in,” a hoarse, low voice echoed, Frick’s voice, but… strangely distorted and stiff.

    Qin Wen stood at the doorway, not entering.

    “Aren’t you going to turn on the lights?”

    She asked, reaching for the light switch beside the door.

    But her hand found nothing.

    “The switch isn’t there,” Frick’s voice sounded, but he didn’t turn around. Qin Wen could only see his back.

    “That’s… strange… I remember the light switch being here…”

    Qin Wen scratched her head and looked around.

    In the faint light, she saw a switch on the wall beside the bookshelf on the right side of the room.

    “Why is it there…?”

    Qin Wen walked into the room and reached for the switch.

    “Click!”

    The lights came on.

    After a brief moment of dizziness, a soft light filled the office.

    Frick was still standing by the window, his suit as impeccable as ever. The thinness and awkwardness from before seemed to be just Qin Wen’s imagination.

    “Would you like some coffee?”

    Frick turned slightly, his usual grim expression softening as he looked at Qin Wen.

    Qin Wen saw two steaming cups of coffee beside the stacks of documents on the desk.

    “No thank you, Director Frick. What’s the mission?” Although there was a chair nearby, Qin Wen remained standing. “The situation is urgent, please be brief.”

    “It’s not related to the war, a different matter, but equally important,” Frick turned around, sat down, and gestured to the chair beside him.

    “Please, sit. There’s no need to be nervous.”

    “A different matter…?”

    Qin Wen frowned, her confusion deepening, but she sat down.

    “Although it’s not public knowledge, you are the current successor of the Sword Saint sect, correct?”

    Frick looked at Qin Wen, a strange smile in his blue eyes, his usual grim demeanor softened, almost… approachable?

    “Yes,” Qin Wen didn’t deny it. Yan City hadn’t publicized this information, but they hadn’t hidden it either. Although not widely known, it wasn’t a secret.

    “If this so-called ‘mission’ requires the Sword Saint sect’s involvement, I must refuse. I’m currently serving Yan City as ‘Qin Wen,’ not as the ‘Sword Saint successor’.”

    Qin Wen had no problem fighting alongside Yan City as an individual, but representing the Sword Saint sect… that was a different matter.

    Although naive, she understood this fundamental principle.

    The war between Yan City and Dawn was, after all, an “internal conflict.”

    However, Frick didn’t seem to mind. He waved his hand dismissively.

    “No, no, this has nothing to do with Yan City, Qin Wen, only with you.”

    “…Me?” Qin Wen paused. “What… about me?”

    Frick took a sip of his coffee and said softly,

    “In my… limited memories… I’ve glimpsed certain truths… If I’m not mistaken, the Sword Saint’s mantle is passed down through bloodline, correct?”

    “Bloodline… I suppose so,” Qin Wen thought for a moment and nodded.

    “Master is like my father, his master was like his father, and his master’s master was like his father’s father… if that counts as bloodline inheritance, then yes.”

    “Excellent,” Frick’s eyes narrowed. “The first Sword Saint Sect Master was a God’s Chosen… what you call a Demonically Infected, correct?”

    “How did you—?”

    Qin Wen was surprised. Even she had only recently learned this from her master. And Frick was from Yan City…

    Wait, was he really Frick?

    Since entering, Qin Wen had felt a strong sense of unease, but she couldn’t pinpoint the cause.

    “It seems… I’ve found the right person,” Frick smiled, a strange, unsettling glint in his narrowed eyes.

    “However, the God’s Chosen of this era… their power seems to have weakened, their aura so faint, I almost thought I was mistaken.”

    “This feeling… no, you’re not Frick!” Qin Wen finally realized the truth.

    She immediately stood up, reaching for her swords. “Who are you?!”

    But… nothing happened.

    Although her spiritual energy flowed, nothing happened.

    Her swords didn’t appear, and the effects of her ability vanished.

    “What’s… going on…?”

    Qin Wen looked at her empty hands, her body trembling slightly. She had never experienced this before.

    She could still feel her spiritual energy, there was no obstruction when she tried to use her ability, but there was no effect.

    Frick seemed to have anticipated this. He stood up slowly, took a few steps, and looked out the window.

    “Listen… to this beautiful sound…” his distorted, hoarse voice echoed, a seductive undertone. “Can you hear it? The cries and wails of the ancient God’s Chosen… how exquisite…”

    What…?

    Qin Wen’s thoughts slowed, each one a struggle.

    “Oh, I apologize, I almost forgot… you can’t hear it yet.”

    Frick glanced at Qin Wen, a mocking smile on his lips, a hint of crimson in his blue eyes.

    “Come, listen…”

    He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

    “…”

    Qin Wen slowly opened her eyes, her mind clearing.

    She was standing at the office door, her hand still on the doorknob, unable to move.

    “What just happened?”

    It took her several seconds to process the thought.

    The memories were vivid, yet dreamlike…

    She looked at the office. Just like before, it was dark, only faint starlight filtering through the window.

    But this time… it wasn’t Frick’s back at the window, but a strange, crimson figure.

    “You’re… a Devil’s minion…”

    Qin Wen’s pupils constricted, the simple action taking several seconds.

    “Devil’s minion… such a crude term. I am… the Lord’s servant.”

    The crimson figure turned around, its enchanting face identical to “Red Butterfly’s.”

    Or rather, exactly the same.

    But she wasn’t Red Butterfly; she was far more terrifying.

    Or rather, closer to the “Witch of Envy.”

    Qin Wen finally understood.

    She had fallen prey to the enemy’s ability before even entering the office!

    Everything afterward had been an illusion.

    She tried to move, but countless crimson tentacles had bound her, restricting all movement.

    Her floating swords were also trapped, the abilities she had used in the illusion now restrained.

    And even more terrifying… these tentacles were growing from her own body!

    “Strange, the God’s Chosen aura on you… seems to be fading…?” The blood-clad figure approached, her brow furrowed slightly.

    “And your mind is still clear, maintaining your sense of self under the influence of ‘Envy.’ Could it be that your power is also ‘Envy’?”

    “God’s Chosen…? You mean… Demonically Infected…?”

    Qin Wen struggled to think, her will and soul being eroded by “Envy.”

    “I’m not Demonically Infected… why would you… wait…”

    Qin Wen’s eyes widened slowly.

    Yes, the “God’s Chosen” aura on her… must be from Miss Luo Yan…

    Although she wasn’t Demonically Infected… Miss Luo Yan was!

    In her slowing mind, Qin Wen desperately tried to recall her interactions with Luo Yan, searching for a way out.

    —Their first meeting in District Nine, before entering Spring Breeze Pavilion…

    Countless memories formed a silver-haired figure, and an image gradually appeared in Qin Wen’s mind.

    —Miss Luo Yan, looking at her, slowly opening her eyes, crimson eyes with black pupils, overflowing with malice.

    It was a mark.

    A mark of “Fear,” planted in her heart during their first meeting.

    Qin Wen’s attempt to remember triggered this mark, and that malevolent gaze, transcending time and memory, fell upon her once more.

    Indifference and madness, gentleness and malice, these contradictory feelings emanated from those eyes, sending a chill down Qin Wen’s spine.

    But in that instant, the crimson tentacles binding her recoiled as if touching something forbidden, shrieking before vanishing.

    “Hm?”

    The blood-clad figure paused, surprised.

    “Now!”

    Qin Wen, ignoring her weakness, forced herself to activate her ability.

    Six swords appeared around the blood-clad figure, countless sword beams erupting, slicing through everything in the office.

    But before the swords could strike, the figure unleashed its crimson tentacles, blocking the attack.

    Even empowered by the Lord’s gaze, its physical body couldn’t withstand Qin Wen’s swords unscathed.

    Otherwise, it wouldn’t have needed to trick Qin Wen into the trap.

    As for Qin Wen’s awakening…

    It was inevitable. She had sensed something amiss the moment she entered the office.

    The illusion had been maintained partly by the power of “Envy,” and partly by the distraction of the conversation, using “Frick’s” identity.

    As the sword beams struck, Qin Wen’s figure vanished from the doorway.

    But the blood-clad figure didn’t pursue her, instead recalling how Qin Wen had broken free from “Envy’s” grasp.

    After a moment, she looked up towards the “Ember Furnace,” a mocking smile returning to her face.

    “Interesting…”

    The Wall of Resentment.

    Luo Yan slowly opened her eyes.

    She was no longer in the silent, dark void, but back in the small room.

    A lingering drowsiness clouded her mind, like waking from a long sleep.

    Her head felt stuffed with unfamiliar things: chaotic emotions, jumbled memories, and fragmented images.

    These seemed to come from One…

    As Luo Yan pieced together her fragmented self, she heard a soft voice.

    “Miss… Luo Yan…”

    Who?

    It was… Qin Wen’s voice…

    But why… was she here…?

    Luo Yan instinctively looked towards the voice and saw a lingering crimson shadow in the distance, facing her.

    But as her mind cleared, the shadow vanished, leaving only a faint, mocking smile.

    “…So it’s you.”

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c65

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 65 – Life

    “…Mister One?”

    “Yes.”

    “The name… given by… ‘Luo Yan’?”

    “Yes.”

    One’s voice remained calm, devoid of emotion.

    Luo Yan blinked, surprised by this revelation.

    She processed this information, then, because of One’s name, thought of someone else…

    “Nine.”

    Luo Yan recalled her pleasant conversation with Nine, during which he had mentioned his reason for coming to Yan City.

    And the similar names…

    “Are you… Nine’s sister?”

    Luo Yan asked, her breath catching in her throat.

    “If the ‘Nine’ you speak of is the ‘Nine’ I know, then yes,” One replied calmly. “And only he calls me that. The other siblings call me ‘Brother’.”

    …Indeed, that was how Dawn members addressed each other.

    Luo Yan had spent time with a Dawn Cadre in “Ghost Town” and knew a little about their organization.

    These strange customs and titles… originated from the former Misters…

    Even someone as slow as Luo Yan finally understood. The elderly man she had met several times was the last Mister of Dawn.

    A legend who had lived from the Old Era until now, yet in their conversations, he had seemed like an ordinary old man, worried about the future of his children and grandchildren.

    Just then, Luo Yan felt a cold, soft touch on her arm. One had taken her hand.

    One’s hand was small, without the warmth of a living being, yet Luo Yan felt a strange warmth in her heart.

    “It’s… truly… Sister Luo Yan’s aura…”

    One’s voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

    “I wasn’t mistaken…”

    One lowered her eyes, resting her head against Luo Yan’s arm.

    “Exactly the same…”

    “…One?”

    Luo Yan was startled, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away, remaining frozen in place.

    This was the first time One had shown any clear emotion. Her previous calmness and indifference had been almost robotic.

    Unlike Luo Yan’s natural apathy, One seemed to be deliberately suppressing her emotions.

    And Luo Yan simply didn’t have these emotions; she had learned them gradually.

    “I apologize, I lost my composure… but perhaps now I can answer your question,” One looked up, her small hand still holding Luo Yan’s. “About ‘who you are’.”

    “Please,” Luo Yan’s expression turned serious, all other thoughts fading as she looked at One’s eyes in the darkness.

    “If I’m not mistaken… Sister Luo Yan gave you her life,” One said calmly, her voice returning to its usual indifference. “As I said, when I first saw you, you were just a formless silver light, not even a living being.”

    Although Luo Yan knew One was simply stating what she had seen, it still felt like an insult…

    However, Luo Yan also knew she wasn’t an ordinary person.

    At least, as one of the rare Demonically Infected, she was special.

    “But now you have a physical body, Absolute Death’s appearance, and Luo Yan’s aura, as if they… created you together,” One’s voice was hesitant. “But this is just speculation, I don’t know the details, and…”

    She paused, her gaze turning complex. After a moment of silence, she sighed deeply.

    “About that conspiracy… I knew nothing about it until my soul lost control of my ‘power’.”

    “What conspiracy?”

    Luo Yan asked, her voice tense.

    “It has nothing to do with you… although you were likely born from it, unfortunately, I know nothing about it,” One said softly, her attention fixed on Luo Yan.

    “Your life force is fading, perhaps because ‘Luo Yan’s’ life was already nearing its end, or perhaps her life couldn’t sustain your consciousness… Regardless, you’re dying.”

    “I know,” Luo Yan said, a bitter smile on her face. “But I can’t do anything about it. Nine extended my life for a while, but it seems it won’t last long.”

    “Nine… he’s also dying, isn’t he?”

    A complex mix of emotions flickered in One’s eyes as she thought of the little boy who had always clung to her, now an old man.

    But she quickly suppressed her emotions, her expression returning to its usual indifference.

    “Yes, he said… he wants to spend his final days with you,” Luo Yan whispered. She remembered the youthful look on Nine’s wrinkled face when he spoke of his sister, even his complexion had seemed healthier.

    “I didn’t expect… him to still be like that… At his age, still clinging to me…”

    One mumbled, and Luo Yan could picture her pouting in the darkness.

    But he wasn’t just… any age…

    If “Nine” was Dawn’s last “Mister,” there wasn’t a single person in all of humanity old enough to be his grandchild…

    Even the most ancient Slumberer, sealed in the sanctuary, was probably younger than him.

    Perhaps this was why Nine’s impending death was so heartbreaking…

    It was the end of an era.

    “But I also sensed how he extended your life,” One continued, composing herself. “He gave you a part of his own life.”

    “…What do you mean?” Luo Yan’s eyes widened in surprise. “Did Nine use some kind of life transfer ability on me? But I didn’t feel anything… and his own lifespan is almost depleted…”

    “Life isn’t just lifespan, it’s more like… a concept.”

    Perhaps because she had spent so long in this empty space, or perhaps it was simply her nature, One patiently answered Luo Yan’s questions.

    “Giving life isn’t as simple as transferring lifespan. Although the result might seem similar, the process is fundamentally different, with a deeper meaning.”

    She paused, as if realizing this was difficult to understand, then rephrased her explanation.

    “Just like how ‘Luo Yan’ gave you her life… However, Nine’s remaining life force can only sustain you for a limited time.”

    Luo Yan nodded thoughtfully.

    “Perhaps… I understand…”

    Although she still couldn’t fully grasp the difference between “giving life” and “transferring lifespan,” she had a general idea based on One’s words.

    “Giving life” was more conceptual, difficult to describe with words. It wasn’t simply losing or gaining lifespan, but something with a deeper meaning.

    Simply put, the cost of giving life was far greater than just losing lifespan.

    But why would Nine give his precious life to her…?

    Luo Yan recalled her last conversation with Mister, about the meaning of “life” and death.

    Perhaps it was that conversation that had moved Nine to give her his remaining life…

    Luo Yan felt a pang of guilt towards the old man.

    And the “Luo Yan” who had given her life…

    Luo Yan remembered where her name came from.

    It was the only thing that remained in her mind when she awakened, as if etched into her very being.

    …Wait.

    “If that’s the case… does that mean ‘Luo Yan’ is… my mother?” Luo Yan asked, her expression strange. “Am I… using my mother’s name?”

    “…”

    One was silent for a long moment, unsure how to answer.

    She hadn’t found any answers about “Luo Yan” before her death.

    It had even become an obsession, driving her lifeless body to continue searching for her “Sister Luo Yan.”

    “Regardless, if you want to live, you have to accept the lives of others,” One said seriously, composing herself. “Because the ‘life’ you possess is inevitably fading, at an alarming rate.”

    Luo Yan was silent for a moment, then whispered, “Is there… no other way?”

    “I don’t know your exact situation, but based on my limited knowledge… this is the only way for you to survive,” One said calmly. “Nine proved its feasibility. His remaining life force could sustain you for at least two years.”

    “Choose, life, or death.”

    “Life” wasn’t just lifespan. The reason Luo Yan was weakening was because she was gradually losing her concept of “life.”

    The fact that her physical frailty didn’t affect her power, that her abilities grew stronger as her body weakened, was proof of this.

    When she completely lost her concept of “life,” when death arrived… perhaps, as One said, she would return to being a formless silver light.

    But…

    If the only way to survive was to take the lives of others…

    If this was what “living” meant…

    Luo Yan didn’t want it.

    How would she be any different from “Red Butterfly,” the “Lamplighter,” or even “Mrs. Natalie,” those Devil’s minions and Apostles?

    “You still have some time to think and decide, but my advice is… you must do everything you can, by any means necessary, to survive.”

    One’s tone was serious and firm.

    “Why?”

    Luo Yan sensed something more in her words.

    “Because… I believe in Sister Luo Yan,” a flicker of sadness appeared in One’s eyes, which she quickly suppressed. “If Sister Luo Yan gave you her life, transformed you from a silver light into a living person, she must have had her reasons.”

    “Even if my survival… is a disaster?”

    Luo Yan murmured.

    Becoming a monster that devoured lives to survive…

    Whether for herself, or for others, it would be a disaster.

    “But are you certain… that your death… wouldn’t be an even greater disaster?” One countered.

    Luo Yan’s eyes widened, her expression darkening.

    Yes…

    She hadn’t forgotten that as her life force faded, her power grew stronger, increasingly unstable, until finally, she would become like an “Ice Coffin Weapon.”

    No, perhaps even more terrifying…

    Luo Yan knew this.

    “Perhaps my existence… is a disaster in itself…” Luo Yan chuckled self-deprecatingly.

    “Sister Luo Yan… I wasn’t talking about you. She once said… she wanted to save the world.”

    One’s blue eyes seemed to glow slightly in the darkness, her voice filled with an unknown emotion, which she could no longer suppress.

    “But she failed… But I believe… she wasn’t someone who gave up easily.”

    One looked up at Luo Yan, her gaze intense. “I’d rather believe… that your existence… is the result of her attempt to save the world.

    “Therefore… let me give you my life as well…”

    One seemed to be smiling, finally releasing her suppressed emotions.

    She no longer needed to control herself.

    “Sister Luo Yan” had told her to control her emotions, to prevent the tragedy from repeating itself.

    So, One had spent her life suppressing her feelings, even when entering the “Ice Coffin,” sealing her will away, she hadn’t dared to relax.

    When she awakened her “End” ability, her cries had killed everyone, including her mother, whose face was now blurry in her memories. One had regretted it ever since.

    And now… she could finally let go.

    “Wait, One… what are you doing?”

    Luo Yan sensed something amiss and reached out to stop her.

    But One shook her head, gently pushing Luo Yan’s hand away, then embraced her.

    A cold, small embrace, yet strangely comforting, reminding Luo Yan of a silent figure from her past.

    “Actually… I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Luo Yan,” One whispered in Luo Yan’s ear.

    This time, “Luo Yan” didn’t refer to the tall, silent figure from the past, but the small, frail, silver-haired girl before her.

    “From a long, long time ago, from the moment I discovered your existence, from the moment I sealed my memories and beliefs in this eternal space, I’ve been waiting for you… Please accept… my remaining life…”

    A soft, blue light filled the darkness.

    The girl with icy blue hair smiled, a smile no one had ever seen before, not even “Sister Luo Yan.”

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c64

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 64 – “One”

    When Lin Cheng discovered the traces of intrusion in the Wall of Resentment and learned that Mister was in Yan City, he knew that Mister would eventually come here.

    To the Wall of Resentment, near the Ember Furnace.

    Lin Cheng hadn’t tried to stop him, knowing that Yan City wasn’t powerful enough.

    They could stop many powerful enemies, even Dawn’s all-out assault was stalled at the second line of defense, but they couldn’t stop… its owner.

    …Or rather, the former owner of this land.

    “My forefathers told me a secret,” Lin Cheng said after a moment of silence. “A secret about the founding of Yan City, somewhat similar to what you said.”

    Mister remained silent, listening intently.

    “—Yan City wasn’t built by the pioneers. When they found Yan City’s ‘Ember’… this place… was already in ruins,” Lin Cheng said, each word deliberate. “A desolate ruin, far from human civilization, yet with traces of… something…”

    Clearly, something like the “Wall of Resentment” didn’t appear naturally.

    It was clearly artificial, created by some powerful force.

    Therefore, when Mister revealed that he, or rather, the former Misters, had built the Wall of Resentment, Lin Cheng wasn’t surprised.

    But what did surprise him was Mister’s other statement.

    That there had once been dozens of such structures, each as strong as the Wall of Resentment, capable of withstanding a full-on assault from a “Peril” level ability user.

    When Mister first mentioned that “Dawn City” could only shelter three thousand people, Lin Cheng had been puzzled. Even some of the early human settlements had been that large.

    A mere three thousand people couldn’t be considered a precursor to a mega-city.

    The establishment of the first mega-city, “Noah,” had been a monumental achievement. The nascent “Noah” had a capacity of three hundred thousand!

    Not just providing shelter, but all the necessary resources for survival!

    And at the time, the total number of humans struggling to survive in the Endless Wasteland was less than five million…

    Of course, “Noah” had since expanded tremendously, its capacity now around fifty million, and still growing.

    Compared to that, Yan City’s current capacity of three million was indeed just a small, remote town.

    However… dozens of “Walls of Resentment” changed everything.

    Even in its dormant state, a single “Wall of Resentment” was strong enough to contain an “Ice Coffin Weapon.” Lin Cheng didn’t believe that such a structure, with its strange bloodline authentication feature, didn’t have other, more powerful abilities.

    And such a structure, even now beyond Yan City’s comprehension, had existed in dozens in that prototype mega-city, “Dawn City”…

    Wait…

    A city meant to protect three thousand people… could it be…?

    Lin Cheng’s eyes widened in shock.

    Mister, sensing his thoughts, said softly,

    “Yes, this all happened in the Old Era… before the ‘Calamity Tide’ that reshaped the world, or rather, just before it began.”

    Mister sighed and looked up at the starless night sky.

    “We believed that ‘Dawn City’ would be the first light for humanity, but that belief itself was a conspiracy, a conspiracy that doomed us… and the world…”

    He looked at Lin Cheng, a faint glimmer in his clouded eyes. “That’s why… you found these ruins, you found the ‘Wall of Resentment’.”

    The “Wall of Resentment” hadn’t been called that originally. She had named it “Nascent Flame.”

    But these dozens of “Nascent Flames,” built with the Misters’ blood, sweat, and tears, became the breeding ground for this conspiracy.

    When the conspiracy that destroyed “Dawn City” ended, only one “Nascent Flame,” still incomplete, survived.

    The enraged Fifth Mister, with his sword, carved three characters onto it, renaming this remnant of the conspiracy.

    —”Wall of Resentment.”

    Afterward, the “Wall of Resentment” sheltered the Misters through their difficult times, until they decided to establish “Dawn” and re-enter the world.

    That’s why, after centuries, upon seeing the “Wall of Resentment” again, Mister had called it an “old friend.”

    And an “old friend” wouldn’t trigger the defense systems, even without the required bloodline authentication.

    “What an… unexpected story…”

    Lin Cheng murmured in disbelief.

    If he hadn’t heard it from Mister himself, he would have dismissed it as a ridiculous rumor.

    Connecting a random ruin to the Old Era… how absurd.

    Even “Noah” didn’t have many artifacts from the Old Era. A few devices designed to combat demons were already considered invaluable treasures, let alone something as large as the “Wall of Resentment.”

    However, this story came from Mister himself, a witness to that history, its weight and sorrow palpable.

    “Then, this ‘Ember’…”

    Lin Cheng glanced nervously at the “Ember Furnace,” its interior hidden from view.

    He had initially thought this was just a ruined Dawn base, destroyed by some disaster.

    But it turned out it had been destroyed by a disaster, and it had been a Dawn base… but the disaster was far greater, and this place… was incredibly important to the Misters…

    “This ‘Ember’ is yours, it is now, and it always will be,” Mister whispered. “We once possessed it, but that’s just… ancient history.”

    “So, your purpose in coming here…”

    Lin Cheng was even more confused. If it wasn’t for the Ember, and he didn’t want the “Wall of Resentment” back, what did Mister want?

    Mister didn’t answer immediately. He reached out his withered hand towards the endless rain and murmured,

    “The same rainy night…”

    “What?”

    “I’m looking for someone,” Mister lowered his hand, his gaze downcast. “She stood here once, watching us, watching the conspiracy she orchestrated unfold, then vanished without a trace.”

    “…”

    Lin Cheng was silent for a moment, then whispered,

    “I understand, Mister. Please, proceed.”

    Mister’s intentions were clear. He wanted to use the “Ember’s” power to glimpse the answers he sought before his death.

    This was much better than the scenarios Lin Cheng had envisioned. At least Mister was willing to talk peacefully.

    Although the “Ember’s” eruption could threaten even a “Peril” or “Destruction” level ability user, it was nothing to an ancient legend who had survived from the Old Era.

    Moreover, the original owners of this “Ember” were Dawn’s Misters.

    “…Thank you. You’re… more perceptive than I expected,” Mister whispered, his voice raspy. “And you’ve built this place well… may it continue to prosper.”

    He slowly turned and walked towards the “Ember Furnace.”

    “The war will end, and everything… will begin anew.”

    “—After my death.”

    That familiar feeling of falling.

    Luo Yan couldn’t remember when she had first experienced it.

    It was just… familiar…

    She slowly opened her eyes, but it was no different from having them closed.

    There was no light, only an oppressive darkness, a terrifying silence.

    This wasn’t a place for the living.

    Having experienced this many times before, Luo Yan quickly adjusted, unfazed by the eerie environment.

    “I should be in the ‘Wall of Resentment,’ touching the ‘bandaged girl’…”

    Luo Yan thought, trying to recall. “Is this her consciousness? No, even if she’s dead… her consciousness shouldn’t be like this.”

    Empty.

    As if nothing existed.

    This wasn’t a characteristic of consciousness, but more like… a deliberately created void…

    “You’ve come.”

    A soft, childish voice, yet with an ancient weariness, echoed beside Luo Yan.

    Luo Yan turned sharply, but saw nothing in the darkness.

    However, this time, she sensed her.

    The “bandaged girl”… or rather, “One,” was standing beside her.

    “Where… is this…?”

    Luo Yan asked instinctively.

    “Within the Ice Coffin,” One replied softly, looking up at Luo Yan in the darkness.

    Although Luo Yan couldn’t see her eyes, she could feel her gaze, calm and sorrowful, completely different from the confused girl she had briefly met in the outside world.

    Perhaps… this was her true self…

    One stared at Luo Yan for a moment, then sighed, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

    “As expected, you’re not Luo Yan…”

    Another person who said that.

    Luo Yan’s heart sank. Had One also forgotten everything?

    But One’s next words shocked Luo Yan.

    “But… I know you.”

    “Know… me?”

    Luo Yan murmured, pointing at herself.

    She calmed down slightly, then, recalling something else, she asked,

    “Could you be mistaken? Besides ‘Luo Yan,’ there’s another person who looks like me…”

    “The Witch of Absolute Death, or perhaps I should just call her Absolute Death. You look almost exactly like her,” One said calmly. “As for Absolute Death… she has abandoned, and lost, her ‘Witch’ status.”

    Existing within this space, One’s memories, unlike Mister’s or the Twelve Saints’, hadn’t been erased.

    But about that last sentence…

    “But the Witch of Absolute Death still exists, she hasn’t lost her ‘Witch’ status,” Luo Yan said, searching her memories. “Centuries ago, there was a war between her and humanity…”

    “…I didn’t say the ‘Witch of Absolute Death’ disappeared, I said Absolute Death lost her Witch status,” One continued. “There will always be another ‘Malice of All Worlds’ born to fill the void… but that’s just speculation, because I’ve been here for a very, very long time.”

    Having been trapped in this “Ice Coffin space” since her death, One knew nothing of the outside world, including the war centuries ago.

    Only a single, lonely obsession remained within her body outside.

    Because if even a sliver of her will remained… she wouldn’t just be an “Ice Coffin Weapon,” but a walking “Destruction” level disaster the moment she left the coffin.

    Even the Ice Coffin wouldn’t be able to contain her.

    Only here, in this space, could One maintain her sense of self, ensuring that even in death, she wouldn’t harm the world.

    A body controlled by a rampaging consciousness, and a body acting solely on instinct and obsession, were two very different things.

    “…Then… who am I?”

    Luo Yan asked seriously, the question she had been seeking an answer to for so long.

    “You…?” One hesitated, her tone unusually uncertain. “Honestly, I didn’t expect to see you here, with the name ‘Luo Yan,’ a life force, and Absolute Death’s appearance.

    “Because when I saw you… you were just a… formless silver light.”

    “…Huh?”

    Luo Yan was completely lost.

    Although they were conversing calmly, strange words kept appearing.

    But… clearly, Luo Yan had come to the right place.

    This might be the only one who could answer her questions.

    “An embryo?” Luo Yan’s expression was strange. “Or… some other… method of gestation?”

    During her time in Yan City, she had learned some basic biology.

    But she had never heard of anyone being born as a light…

    “I’m sorry, I don’t know,” One shook her head. Although they were in complete darkness, Luo Yan could still feel her calm, sorrowful gaze.

    “Because I only saw you briefly before I lost consciousness, in that… unforgettable, yet erased, memory… It wasn’t until my consciousness entered this space that I recovered that memory.”

    One sighed. “But I never had a chance to tell anyone… Besides you, probably no one can enter this… prison…”

    “Who trapped you here?” Luo Yan frowned.

    Any sane mind would be driven mad in this silent, lightless void.

    But One seemed unaffected.

    “…Myself,” One whispered. “Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Dawn’s First Mister, ‘One’.”

    “That’s the name ‘Luo Yan’ gave me.”

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c63

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 63 – “Dawn City”

    However, although Yan City and certain hidden entities hadn’t yet noticed the ripple from the “Wall of Resentment,” they sensed something else.

    “The Primordial Demon aura that lingered over Yan City for days… has completely vanished!”

    The Oversight Department member monitoring the demonic aura discovered this anomaly and, after repeated checks, confirmed it.

    Since the “Ghost Town” incident, the Primordial Demon’s aura hadn’t left Yan City, always present, however faintly.

    But just now, it had vanished in an instant, without warning.

    It was so sudden that the Oversight Department member even suspected their equipment was malfunctioning after days of continuous operation.

    But the replicated devices from “Noah” were sturdy and reliable; there was no damage.

    The Oversight Department quickly reported this news, which would normally be considered important, but was now less so, as Yan City was in the midst of a war, and priorities had shifted.

    The Yan City higher-ups had no time to worry about a vanished aura. Dawn’s assault on the second line of defense was relentless, their attacks now disregarding casualties.

    According to incomplete reports from the front lines, Dawn had lost at least ten “Ruin” level members, and the number of injured was difficult to estimate, but undoubtedly high.

    Although no other “Peril” level Cadre besides Myers had died yet, almost every Cadre was injured.

    Of course, this heavy cost to Dawn also meant heavy losses for Yan City.

    The second line of defense, built with vast resources and even mortgaging their future, now held almost eighty percent of Yan City’s forces.

    Yan City had a population of nearly half a million, and with a military-civilian ratio of sixty to one, their army numbered less than ten thousand.

    Over three thousand had been deployed to the first line of defense, and now, seven thousand were desperately defending the second line.

    Even with the powerful weapons powered by the “Ember,” and the fortified second line of defense, they were barely holding off Dawn’s attack.

    After all, Dawn’s teams were all led by “Peril” level ability users, a formidable force.

    Therefore, the news of the vanished “Primordial Demon aura” didn’t attract much attention—they didn’t even have the resources to investigate the stronger aura fluctuations at the southwestern front line earlier, let alone a vanished one.

    Dawn also vaguely sensed a subtle change in Yan City, but they, too, were preoccupied.

    Rhine personally led the Dawn members, struggling to advance through Yan City’s core district, trying to reach the “Wall of Resentment” and the “Ember,” seeking an opportunity to unleash their full power and secure victory.

    However, not everyone ignored this news…

    “It’s gone… could it be… that she left?”

    “Frick”—or rather, the blood-clad figure that could no longer be called “Frick,” its soul and will completely twisted, its body a servant of the demon.

    She wasn’t an avatar of the Witch of Envy, but her perception had been warped by the Witch’s power.

    She believed herself to be a follower of the “Witch of Envy,” yet her thoughts were those of the Witch herself.

    Therefore… her presence didn’t cause the entire Yan City to be filled with a Primordial Demon’s aura, only a small area around her.

    However, she was incredibly sensitive to this malevolent aura, and the moment it vanished, she knew that “Luo Yan” had left.

    “No, she hasn’t left. This is… hyperspace severance… the power of ‘End’.”

    Frick’s memories contained detailed records of the “Eldest Mister’s” ability.

    Although Frick himself hadn’t known the truth about the Eldest Mister’s power, the blood-clad figure did.

    And it wasn’t just ordinary “End,” but “End” at its peak, just like Luo Yan’s.

    The power of the “Witch of End,” controlling the power of spatial destruction, its ultimate form capable of tearing the barrier between stable space and the chaotic void, unleashing a world-ending storm.

    Many cataclysms and disasters in the New Era were essentially manifestations of the “End” power, which was why some called the “Witch of End” the “leader of the Primordial Demons.”

    This wasn’t entirely accurate. The “Malice of All Worlds” was a collective of concepts, not a hierarchical structure.

    But in another sense, it was true.

    Because “End”… was the most destructive power.

    However, it had another use.

    Tearing space, entering hyperspace… even venturing into the chaotic void.

    “A lowly being, dead for so long, yet still restless, Absolute Death… this mess is all your fault.”

    A flicker of hatred appeared in the blood-clad figure’s eyes. If it weren’t for Absolute Death’s betrayal, the “Malice of All Worlds” wouldn’t have been sealed for so long.

    But things would soon change.

    “Too bad, Absolute Death, Luo Yan… all your efforts were in vain. Her appearance… signifies your utter defeat…”

    The blood-clad figure smiled, recalling the small, silver-haired girl.

    “If she had been successfully exiled, my Lord would have no chance of returning… but the exile failed, she appeared in the real world.”

    “Let my descending Lord… drag her back into reality…”

    “Knock, knock, knock.”

    A knock came from the door, followed by a cold voice.

    “Director Frick, are you there? It’s Qin Wen.”

    The blood-clad figure looked towards the door, her smile widening. “The opportunity for my Lord’s glory to return… is at hand.”

    “…Enter.”

    Frick’s usual grim voice echoed, strangely hoarse and distorted.

    Perhaps because Director Frick had been working tirelessly these past few days?

    Qin Wen thought, opening the door and entering the dimly lit room.

    “Breach detected on the southern front line, requesting increased energy supply to maintain the defense systems!”

    “Request denied, reinforcements are on their way, hold the line.”

    “The western front line is sixty percent compromised, about to collapse… damn it, they have another strong team hidden!”

    “…Preparing to deploy ‘Martyrs’ to support the western front, try to keep the enemy within the signal zone.”

    The Yan City command center was filled with tension, commands being relayed frantically, desperately trying to maintain the second line of defense.

    But everyone remained calm and organized, not panicking in the face of the enemy.

    The days of pioneering Yan City in the Endless Wasteland were still fresh in their minds, and many of the original pioneers were still alive.

    Yan City’s command system was still functioning, employing a similar strategy to Rhine’s: overall defense with focused reinforcements, trying to buy as much time as possible.

    Besides the defenses and the army, there were also mobile support units, mostly ability users from the Anomaly Management Bureau.

    However… Yan City didn’t have many ability users left, about seven hundred “Calamity” level and less than twenty “Ruin” level.

    To hold the first line of defense and buy time for the second line, the Anomaly Management Bureau had deployed most of its forces.

    And now, without sufficient rest, they were back on the battlefield.

    However, they faced the same problem as Hua Qiling: ample spiritual energy, but their mental strength was nearing its limit.

    This war had become a bloody stalemate.

    Meanwhile, atop the “Ember Furnace,” Sun Biwu and Lin Cheng, their eyes closed, seemed to sense something and looked in the same direction.

    But in the dark, rainy night, they couldn’t see anything.

    Only distant flashes of light hinted at the war’s brutality.

    “He’s coming…”

    Lin Cheng and Sun Biwu continued to stare in that direction, the sound of the rain masking everything, but a slow, unsteady gait could still be heard, faint yet clear.

    A hunched, elderly figure gradually emerged from the darkness and the rain.

    He walked slowly, seemingly unaffected by anything.

    Upon reaching Lin Cheng and Sun Biwu, he coughed softly and stopped.

    “You’ve come.”

    Lin Cheng’s expression was complex.

    From the moment he learned that he was in Yan City, he knew he would come here.

    The “Ember Furnace.”

    Lin Cheng had stayed away from the battlefield, not in the command center or the City Lord’s mansion, but here, waiting for this old man.

    A man who had lived through the transition between the Old and New Eras, who had witnessed humanity’s past and present, who had walked this earth for so long.

    A man who had been present since humanity first lit the “First Flame,” a flame that still burned.

    A legend.

    The last “Mister.”

    —He wasn’t just Dawn’s “Mister,” but all of humanity’s.

    Yet, he looked like an ordinary old man, his skin wrinkled with age, his face covered in dark, deathly spots.

    His eyes were clouded, his voice weak, his body frail.

    The rain had soaked him, making him look even more pathetic.

    But Lin Cheng knew that every wrinkle on Mister’s face represented more years than even his own grandfather had lived.

    Being able to meet this living legend, even though Yan City was currently at war with his organization, Lin Cheng felt honored.

    “Heh… such good children…”

    Mister glanced at Lin Cheng, a smile, or perhaps a grimace, twisting his lips.

    He stood beside Lin Cheng, his hands clasped behind his back, and looked out at the distance.

    “Child, you’ve built a beautiful place… I’ve seen it all… these past few days…”

    Mister’s raspy voice was thick with phlegm, his words barely audible.

    But Lin Cheng listened attentively, then bowed respectfully.

    “Thank you for your praise, Mister.”

    “But your subordinates are—”

    Sun Biwu suddenly said, his voice filled with anger.

    But Lin Cheng raised his hand, shaking his head slightly at Sun Biwu, silencing him.

    Mister saw this, but he only smiled faintly.

    Lin Cheng understood. The current Mister was no longer in control of Dawn.

    He might be Dawn’s founder, a living legend, their elder, their patriarch, respected and revered—

    But he was no longer their leader.

    The ship of Dawn could no longer be steered by an old man stuck in the past.

    He was the last, decaying plank of this Ship of Theseus, refusing to be replaced.

    “I’ve heard of you… Lin Cheng, was it? Your father pioneered this land and named it ‘Yan City’…”

    Mister looked up. Dark clouds obscured the stars, but he could still see their faint glimmer through the gaps, just like that night, many years ago.

    “Did you know… that before Yan City… there was another city here?”

    “What?!”

    Lin Cheng’s pupils constricted, then he thought of the “Wall of Resentment.”

    Mister glanced at the “Ember Furnace,” a flicker of remembrance in his eyes, then continued,

    “‘Noah’ wasn’t the first city built around an ‘Ember.’ The city that once stood here… was.”

    Lin Cheng’s breath hitched.

    He realized that Mister was about to reveal a hidden secret, an ancient secret buried within Yan City.

    “It wasn’t large, couldn’t hold millions, but in that desolate era, it was the first sanctuary capable of supporting about three thousand people,” Mister chuckled self-deprecatingly. “But in the end… it couldn’t even hold ten.”

    “Save the world…”

    Mister recalled those arrogant, laughable words, yet spoken with such sincerity.

    Although… everything had been destroyed in a fire that concealed the truth, buried along with countless cries and wails in the dust of history.

    “Its name was… ‘Dawn City.’ Its existence… signified the coming of dawn, the end of the eternal night of the Old Era…”

    “But Dawn City fell, leaving only the lonely ‘Wall of Resentment’,” Mister looked towards the Wall. “Dawn City once had dozens of ‘Walls of Resentment’ to defend against disasters, but this… is the last one.”

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c62

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 62 – Entering the “Wall of Resentment”

    Luo Yan suddenly felt a chill.

    A sense of being watched, rising from the depths of her being.

    Although she had sensed such scrutiny many times before, this time… it was far more intense.

    A bone-chilling coldness surged through her, then quickly vanished.

    Just a fleeting moment, like an illusion… but Luo Yan knew it wasn’t.

    It was the gaze of some unknown, terrifying being.

    “The Witch of Envy…”

    Luo Yan looked up at the gloomy sky, her expression darkening.

    She knew from Hua Qiling that Yan City had detected the “Witch of Envy’s” aura several times.

    And each time, it was connected to her…

    It seemed these warnings were triggered by her presence.

    But Luo Yan knew it wasn’t her.

    The devices in Yan City, inherited from the transition between the Old and New Eras, weren’t malfunctioning.

    These auras… truly belonged to the “Witch of Envy,” not her, not Luo Yan.

    From the moment Ghost Town collapsed, from the moment the Witch of Envy’s mocking words echoed, her return was only a matter of time.

    “Red Butterfly” had been influenced by the Witch’s whispers and residual power, further strengthening her influence on the real world.

    And during the battle at the southwestern front line, when Luo Yan’s “Eye of Fear, Envy, and Defilement” had fully matured into a Demonic Offering, the corresponding “Witch of Envy” had finally awakened.

    At that moment, along with Yan City’s alarm, a warning had also echoed within Luo Yan’s heart.

    “It’s too late…”

    Luo Yan gritted her teeth.

    Her decision was correct; she had to reach the “Wall of Resentment” and enter the bandaged girl’s consciousness quickly.

    Otherwise…

    Although Luo Yan knew that her own power, whether it could still be called “Envy,” wouldn’t be affected by the “Witch of Envy”…

    Facing a “Cataclysm” level being, even just a fragment, was an act of despair.

    Although in the ability user rankings, “Cataclysm” level was just above “Destruction” level…

    The ability user rankings were based on the disaster rankings.

    The strongest human ability users were “Destruction” level, which meant that against disasters above “Destruction” level, humanity was helpless.

    “Cataclysm” level disasters were simply beyond human comprehension, an absolute, overwhelming power.

    In other words, the gap between “Cataclysm” and “Destruction” level was likely greater than the gap between “Destruction” and “Difficulty” level, or even between an ability user and an ordinary person.

    Compared to this unexplained war, Luo Yan was more worried about the “Witch of Envy.”

    This concerned not only Yan City, but also herself.

    Luo Yan had a feeling that the “Witch of Envy’s” true target was her…

    Whether to kill her, to turn her into an Apostle like Mrs. Natalie, or something even more terrifying…

    Luo Yan closed her eyes slowly.

    She recalled her only encounter with the “Witch of Envy,” Her mocking words echoing in her ears.

    “Luo Yan… failure…”

    Luo Yan murmured softly.

    She hadn’t understood it then, but she did now.

    Like Mrs. Natalie, the “Luo Yan” the Witch of Envy spoke of wasn’t her, but someone else with the same name, someone who had existed long ago.

    But undoubtedly, this “Luo Yan” was connected to her, perhaps even the source of the name that had inexplicably appeared in her mind.

    But…

    What did it matter?

    Luo Yan opened her eyes, her pale red eyes glowing in the dark, rainy night.

    She walked slowly in the rain, holding a large floral umbrella.

    A faint blood mist enveloped her, minimizing her presence.

    Before Yan City’s second line of defense in the core district was fully established, Luo Yan, using her “Envy” ability, had slipped through the security lines and was approaching the “Wall of Resentment.”

    She couldn’t stop the war between Dawn and Yan City.

    All she could do was prevent another disaster.

    The patrol around the “Wall of Resentment” was tight, even with the ongoing war, they didn’t dare lower their guard.

    But these defenses were useless against someone wielding a Primordial Demon’s power.

    Luo Yan casually walked past the security checkpoints, reaching the Wall of Resentment.

    There weren’t many guards near the massive, cold structure.

    Because the Wall itself had its own defense systems; entry without authorization was impossible.

    And the only authorization was bloodline authentication, only those with the Lin family’s blood, the family who had discovered the Wall, could open it.

    Otherwise, Frick would have already entered; these guards wouldn’t be able to stop him.

    But Luo Yan didn’t know this. As she reached the entrance, a sense of déjà vu washed over her, her vision blurring.

    She seemed to hear childish voices chattering nearby, but the noise was strangely comforting.

    “This feels… familiar…”

    Luo Yan instinctively reached out and placed her hand on the door.

    Then, she gently pushed.

    The door opened.

    No authentication, no identification required.

    It simply opened, like an ordinary door.

    Luo Yan, snapping back to reality, was startled.

    “No way…”

    She stepped back slightly, checking for traps, then cautiously entered.

    The cold air inside made her skin prickle, but nothing happened.

    No traps, no alarms, everything seemed… normal.

    “Such an important place… and there’s not even a lock?”

    Luo Yan frowned.

    Could it be… that this place wasn’t important after all?

    No, that was impossible.

    The “Ice Coffin Weapon” was Yan City’s trump card, as evidenced by the tight security outside.

    But why…

    “Strange…”

    Luo Yan couldn’t understand.

    This wasn’t Yan City’s fault. The external security was mainly preventative. Even knowing that “Mister” had visited the Wall of Resentment, they hadn’t increased security.

    First, because they were short-staffed, and second, because they knew it wouldn’t stop “Mister” anyway…

    As for the Wall of Resentment itself, it had its own defenses, capable of stopping even a “Destruction” level ability user, impervious even to the “Ember’s” eruption.

    What kind of lock could they possibly add?

    What lock could be stronger than the Wall itself?

    Besides the unpredictable “Mister,” the Wall itself was the strongest defense.

    Luo Yan didn’t dwell on this. Time was running out.

    Having reached her destination, she wouldn’t waste time on such trivial matters.

    Luo Yan closed her crimson eyes, using the “breathing technique” she had learned from Qin Wen.

    Within the labyrinthine Wall of Resentment, several faint auras gradually emerged.

    One, emanating an ancient, icy coldness, was particularly strong and also the closest. It wasn’t deep within the structure, and the path towards the “Ice Coffin Weapon” quickly formed in Luo Yan’s mind.

    Yan City wasn’t familiar with this place either, so they naturally wouldn’t store the “Ice Coffin Weapon” too deep inside.

    If it were lost…

    Luo Yan was grateful for her experience navigating with limited vision…

    She had been forced to rely on her other senses for so long.

    Otherwise, finding the “Ice Coffin Weapon” in the dark “Wall of Resentment” would be incredibly difficult.

    “Alright… it’s time… to see her again.”

    Luo Yan took a deep breath and, following the icy aura, slowly made her way towards her destination.

    But the deeper she went, the stronger the sense of familiarity became.

    And fleeting images flashed before her eyes, vanishing before she could focus on them.

    “Strange…”

    Luo Yan calmed herself and carefully felt her way along the wall.

    Just then, her fingers touched a rough, uneven surface.

    She stopped.

    Luo Yan opened her eyes. The darkness within the Wall of Resentment was absolute, but she still turned towards the wall.

    “Are there… words carved here?”

    She reached out again, tracing the uneven surface.

    It wasn’t Yan City’s script, nor any script from the New Era, but Luo Yan was strangely familiar with it.

    “This… this is the script from ‘Ghost Town’…”

    Luo Yan’s eyes widened slightly. This was the first time she had encountered anything related to Ghost Town since leaving.

    No, perhaps not related to Ghost Town…

    But from the same era as the time-lost “Ghost Town.”

    The… Old Era.

    Old Era script?

    Luo Yan continued tracing the characters, their shapes forming in her mind.

    “Dawn… City…?”

    An unfamiliar name, yet it evoked a profound sense of familiarity.

    Perhaps this was why she had felt so… at home… within the Wall of Resentment.

    And as she whispered the words, the faint auras deep within the Wall suddenly surged.

    Including the aura of the “Ice Coffin Weapon,” which now emanated a chilling breeze that washed over Luo Yan.

    Faint whispers echoed in her ears, and images flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.

    “What’s… going on…?”

    Luo Yan clutched her head, an unbearable pain in her temples.

    But her first thought was whether she had been discovered.

    If she was exposed… she wouldn’t get another chance…

    Enduring the pain, she continued towards the “Ice Coffin Weapon’s” aura.

    The deeper she went, the clearer the whispers became, the flashing images almost intruding into reality.

    Countless voices, laughter and joy, sorrow and hatred…

    Seemingly right before her eyes.

    Finally, after an unknown amount of time, or perhaps just an instant, Luo Yan finally understood the whispers. It was a clear, childish voice.

    “Sister… Luo Yan…”

    “Finally… found you.”

    The visions and whispers vanished, and Luo Yan’s mind cleared.

    She opened her eyes, a lingering confusion in her gaze.

    But she quickly focused, taking in her surroundings. She was in a small, enclosed room.

    Although there was no light… her vision was incredibly clear.

    Within this seemingly ordinary room, there was a simple dressing table, a small wardrobe… and a bed.

    …A bed made of ice, crystal clear, a small figure visible within.

    The “bandaged girl.”

    That’s what Luo Yan had always called her.

    But now, Luo Yan whispered a different name… or perhaps, not a name.

    “One.”

    —”Since you don’t have a name… I’ll call you ‘One,’ because you’re the first ‘God’s Chosen’ I found.”

    The girl’s short, icy blue hair was frozen within the ice, her one visible eye slightly open, a single, ice-like teardrop rolling down her cheek.

    Luo Yan approached and reached out her hand.

    The ancient ice offered no resistance, her hand passing through and gently caressing “One’s” face, wiping away the tear.

    A distant sigh echoed, identical to the earlier whisper, but without the childishness, filled with an endless weariness and loss.

    “…So it’s you.”

    Only an empty Ice Coffin remained in the small room, the figure gone.

    No one, neither Dawn nor Yan City, neither Mister nor “Frick,” knew what had happened within the Wall of Resentment.

    With Luo Yan’s “Envy” fully awakened, although her power was still insignificant compared to many stronger ability users, she was now on the same level as the “Witch of Envy.”

    Of course, being on the same level didn’t mean she was “Cataclysm” level. Even fighting a “Peril” level ability user like Alyxsia was a struggle.

    …Considering Luo Yan’s base strength was “Difficulty” level, this “struggle” was practically an insult to Alyxsia.

    In other words, even the current “Mister” was far weaker than the “Witch of Envy.”

    What Luo Yan intended to do, perhaps only the true Witch of Envy, upon awakening, could sense.

    And that time… wasn’t far off.

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c61

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 61 – The Gradually Awakening “Witch of Envy”

    In this war, the clash of raw power was paramount; there was little room for elaborate strategies.

    Yan City, hunkered down in the core district, had limited strategic options, while Dawn, having hastily assembled its forces, relied on its superior ability users to gain the upper hand.

    Although Dawn held the advantage, with Yan City trapped in the core district, their advantage would gradually diminish as time went on, and Yan City’s situation would improve.

    Moreover…

    When the Dawn teams attacking various locations found themselves easily breaching the first line of defense, the team leaders realized something was amiss.

    It wasn’t their relentless assault that caused the collapse, but Yan City’s deliberate withdrawal.

    A deliberate withdrawal was different from being defeated.

    “The real battle… is about to begin…”

    The Dawn teams realized this simultaneously.

    They were seasoned veterans. Although large-scale assaults on mega-cities were rare, smaller skirmishes with the Free Federation were common.

    Yan City’s calm retreat meant they had a stronger fallback position, no longer needing to hold the first line.

    And this stronger position was…

    The more heavily fortified second line of defense.

    “But it’s not all bad news,” Rhine stood in the rain, the falling water seemingly parting around him. “With their defenses consolidated, we can also concentrate our forces.

    “From now on, two teams will operate as a unit, spreading out to attack… As for Myers’s Team Four, they will join me, Grifres, and Alyxsia as a mobile force, seeking opportunities for a concentrated breakthrough.”

    Rhine’s decision to join the battle had been announced to all Dawn members. Although some objected to their commander and trump card entering the fray so early, it was an order.

    And Rhine knew the risks. If Yan City discovered his presence, they might use the “Ember’s eruption” or deploy the Eldest Mister’s remains against him.

    Therefore, he decided to conceal his true strength, acting as an ordinary “Peril” level combatant.

    …If his caution caused them to fail their objective, to fail to retrieve the Eldest Mister’s remains, he would face severe consequences, not just from his two older brothers, but from himself.

    He cared for his Dawn family, but he wasn’t indecisive.

    Since they were prepared for casualties, some losses were inevitable…

    All of Dawn would mourn for them.

    “Let’s move.”

    Rhine stepped forward, Grifres and Alyxsia following close behind.

    And the five surviving members of Team Four, their expressions resolute, their eyes burning with anger, followed their Cadres.

    They would avenge their fallen captain, Myers.

    The other Dawn teams dispersed silently, quickly moving towards their designated positions.

    In this rain-swept night, these inconspicuous gray figures moved swiftly through Yan City’s core district, approaching the “Ember.”

    And in their wake, a trail of corpses and broken defenses.

    Blood mixed with rainwater, flowing like rivers.

    After the battle to intercept Team Four, Qin Wen was taken to the hospital for treatment.

    Fortunately, her injuries were mostly external; her mind and soul were intact.

    Physical injuries, in this era of ability users, weren’t a major issue.

    There were various healing ability users, and with the “Ember’s” energy readily available, their healing abilities were even stronger.

    Combined with Qin Wen’s robust constitution, she recovered her basic combat ability within half an hour.

    Since most of her attacks were long-range sword strikes using her ability, as long as the pain didn’t affect her mental focus, she was fine.

    And even when seriously injured, Qin Wen’s strong will ensured her combat strength remained at its peak.

    Just like in her battle against Myers, even injured, with the support of the “Ember’s” energy, she had been able to hold off his all-out assault.

    This was the first time Qin Wen had experienced fighting with an unlimited power source. She didn’t have to conserve her spiritual energy.

    As long as her mind could handle it, and before the “Ember” reached its limit, she could use her ability freely.

    Even… a Forbidden Technique.

    To Myers’s shock, Qin Wen had used the “Sword Slaying Formation” three times, barely holding off his attack.

    Of course, there had been a cost.

    Almost all the swords she had prepared were destroyed in that battle, leaving her with only six, and the aftereffects worsened her injuries.

    As for the “Ember’s” energy limit…

    Yan City hadn’t been idle in the years since its founding.

    Their frugality had resulted in ample energy reserves, more than enough to last through this war.

    “It seems I’ll need a long rest after this battle.”

    Qin Wen flexed her newly healed arm and looked at the unconscious Hua Qiling in the next bed.

    She was still murmuring “Miss Luo Yan,” “Go quickly,” “Don’t go”…

    “So worried about ‘Miss Luo Yan’ even in this state…”

    Qin Wen chuckled, then her expression turned melancholic.

    She also had complicated feelings towards “Miss Luo Yan.”

    On one hand, she sympathized with this kind and pitiful girl.

    But on the other hand… Luo Yan’s demonic power couldn’t be ignored.

    Qin Wen had experienced Luo Yan’s ability up close during the Spring Breeze Pavilion incident.

    Having fought many Devil’s minions, she could recognize the nature of that power.

    It wasn’t that Luo Yan’s ability was similar to a Devil’s minion’s; it was that the minions were crudely imitating her power.

    “Is this what Master meant by ‘Demonically Infected’? But it doesn’t seem quite right… I feel like the old man is hiding something…”

    Qin Wen sighed. Although simple-minded, she wasn’t completely oblivious.

    She just wasn’t good at thinking from different perspectives. Like when she had initially mistaken Luo Yan for a demon, she had been unable to see past that initial judgment.

    “Never mind,” Qin Wen patted her cheeks, too much thinking giving her a headache. “Miss Luo Yan is just Miss Luo Yan… Thinking about it won’t change anything.”

    Miss Luo Yan was a pitiful yet kind girl, and she was a good friend, and that was enough.

    If Miss Luo Yan were just an ordinary girl, not even as beautiful as she was, Qin Wen would feel much more at ease…

    “For now, I’ll focus on winning this war for Yan City.”

    Qin Wen climbed out of bed and activated her communicator.

    “Apprehension Department, Qin Wen, reporting for duty.”

    “Qin Wen…”

    A cold, feminine voice echoed from the communicator, sending a chill down Qin Wen’s spine.

    But it seemed to be just a momentary lapse; the voice sounded again, the chilling feeling gone.

    “Captain Qin Wen, please report to Apprehension Department headquarters immediately. There’s a special mission that requires a face-to-face briefing.”

    It was Frick, Qin Wen’s direct superior.

    But now…

    “A mission… and a face-to-face briefing?” Qin Wen frowned. “Can’t it be explained through the communicator?”

    “It’s… a very important mission. You’ll understand when you get here,” Frick’s voice sounded normal, but Qin Wen still remembered that chill.

    Frick hung up, not giving her a chance to question him further.

    “…So mysterious,” Qin Wen scratched her head. “I hope the Director isn’t up to something…”

    But Yan City was currently at war, and Frick was her commander. A secret mission requiring a face-to-face briefing wasn’t unusual.

    “Well, I’ll find out when I get there.”

    Qin Wen stretched. Although not at her peak, she could still move and fight.

    With her mind and soul intact, and the “Ember” as her power source, her combat ability wasn’t significantly reduced.

    Her reaction time was just a bit slower.

    Barely half an hour after the interception battle, the second line of defense had been established. Yan City was severely understaffed.

    And time was of the essence.

    A powerful “Ruin” level ability user was a valuable asset and needed to be deployed.

    Qin Wen didn’t hesitate and left the ward.

    Before leaving, she glanced at Hua Qiling, her expression darkening.

    A bad premonition… where was it coming from?

    Slender hands put down the communicator, a blood-stained robe swaying.

    Surrounding her were the bodies of slain staff members, and in the center sat a beautiful, alluring woman.

    Or rather… a man.

    He was the one who had just spoken to Qin Wen.

    However, considering his current form, twisted and distorted beyond recognition, referring to him as “her” or “woman” wasn’t entirely inaccurate.

    This was once Frick.

    But now…

    Even his own parents wouldn’t recognize him.

    Except for a faint resemblance in his eyes, he looked nothing like his former self.

    Long, blood-red hair flowed around him, a sly smile playing on his lips, a single, malevolent eye glinting within the crimson.

    “The Lord’s gift… my beauty…”

    He looked down at his reflection in the pool of blood, chuckling.

    But then, his gaze was drawn to something.

    A seal.

    Frick’s seal, a symbol of his authority.

    Seeing it, a flicker of struggle appeared in the blood-red eyes, the seductive voice turning into a guttural growl.

    “No…”

    A flash of red light, and the seal was destroyed.

    The struggle vanished.

    “To return to the Supreme Lord… is the only true path.”

    The blood-clad figure slowly stood up, its terrifying gaze sweeping across the room, confirming that there were no other life signs in the empty Apprehension Department office, then slowly raised a hand.

    Its left index finger glowed crimson, and a blood mist filled the air.

    The bodies of the slain staff members began to twitch and contort, then slowly stood up.

    The ultimate form of “Envy,” rewriting wills and souls.

    This was different from Luo Yan’s usage. The twisted wills had mutated, their bodies undergoing an irreversible transformation into monsters.

    “If it weren’t for someone using ‘Soul Eater,’ the slumbering Lord wouldn’t have awakened,” the blood-clad figure chuckled. “And because of this… I was able to obtain the Lord’s true power…”

    When Luo Yan awakened on the southwestern battlefield, pushing her “Envy” power to its near-limit, gaining the ability to transform the dead into “Heroic Spirits,” the “Witch of Envy,” dormant for millennia, had finally stirred.

    Although only slightly, barely awake, a fragment of her consciousness had descended upon this world.

    More complete than the will fragment Luo Yan had encountered before…

    Just as she had mocked Luo Yan earlier—

    The original “Luo Yan” had failed completely.

    She couldn’t seal the “Malice of All Worlds” she had unleashed; the Primordial Demons’ awakening was only a matter of time.

    However, Luo Yan’s power surge had stimulated the already active “Witch of Envy,” drawing her attention to Yan City.

    —And to Frick, who had stolen “Demonic Power.”

    Even a weakened, minuscule fragment of a “Primordial Demon” was beyond human comprehension, let alone resistance.

    And Frick was only “Peril” level. His soul and consciousness were instantly rewritten, turning him into a servant of the “Witch of Envy.”

    His, or rather her, consciousness was no longer her own, her body twisted by this transformation.

    However…

    A “Witch” only chose female Apostles; this servant was destined to be discarded.

    But before being completely discarded…

    “Demonically Infected… heh, is that what humans call those blessed by the gods now?” the blood-clad woman’s voice was filled with mockery, though her lips didn’t move. “Well, it’s better than these insects… more suitable for the Lord’s descent…”

    The blood mist gradually receded, coalescing into an image.

    Qin Wen.

    In Frick’s memory, Qin Wen was the hidden Demonically Infected.

    “Rejoice… for you have been chosen by the Lord’s grace…”

    “And then… it will be time for your utter defeat, Luo Yan.”

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c60

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 60 – When Stars Shine Brightest

    “Miss… Luo Yan…”

    Hua Qiling murmured in her coma, seemingly dreaming.

    “I’m here,” Luo Yan whispered.

    She was carrying Hua Qiling on her back, a large floral umbrella shielding them from the rain, as she walked towards Yan City’s core district.

    After the battle at the southwestern front line, almost all the defenders were incapacitated.

    The casualty rate was over eighty percent, the remaining twenty percent seriously injured and unconscious.

    Reinforcements hadn’t arrived yet, but Hua Qiling’s condition was worsening; they couldn’t wait.

    So, Luo Yan carried her, following the map of the core district she had memorized, towards the nearest hospital.

    However, Luo Yan was also incredibly weak, her pace slow.

    This short journey seemed to stretch on forever.

    “Mm… mm… Miss Luo Yan…”

    For some reason, Hua Qiling kept murmuring Luo Yan’s name in her delirium.

    “Like… Miss Luo Yan…”

    “Hm?”

    Luo Yan touched Hua Qiling’s forehead with the back of her hand.

    It was burning up.

    “She’s delirious with fever…”

    The relentless rain, the prolonged battle, and her exhaustion…

    Even a “Ruin” level ability user could catch a cold.

    Luo Yan sighed, her crimson eyes looking ahead.

    “Thankfully, we’re here.”

    A white building stood before them, medical personnel bustling around, tending to the wounded soldiers being brought in.

    “War…”

    Seeing this, Luo Yan recalled Alyxsia’s words.

    She had only read about “war” in books before, never expecting to witness a battlefield so soon.

    Unlike the epic, grand, and glorious descriptions in the books, the war Luo Yan saw was filled with death, grief, and sorrow.

    Countless lives, extinguished in an instant, as fragile as grass.

    “It’s… Miss Luo Yan…”

    Hua Qiling opened her eyes slightly, her nose twitching.

    Her bloodshot eyes, usually so lively, were now filled with exhaustion and pain.

    Her prized ability was useless now; she couldn’t even see clearly, her vision a blur of red, only the silver near her standing out.

    And…

    Miss Luo Yan’s scent.

    A faint fragrance, just like when they first met.

    But… shouldn’t Miss Luo Yan be resting at home?

    Why was she in the core district?

    This thought crossed Hua Qiling’s mind, and she immediately realized something.

    No… Miss Luo Yan is so weak she can barely walk… how can she be in the dangerous core district…

    She struggled to speak.

    “Miss Luo Yan… leave… quickly…”

    “Don’t…”

    Hua Qiling’s mind, clouded by pain and exhaustion, could only focus on this one thought.

    I can’t… let Miss Luo Yan… stay in danger…

    “Don’t move, Hua Qiling,” Luo Yan gently tapped Hua Qiling’s head, preventing her unconscious struggles from causing them both to fall. “We’re almost at the hospital.”

    “Mm… Miss Luo Yan… staying… hospital…”

    “I’m not staying at the hospital, you are.”

    “No…”

    Luo Yan rubbed her temples. Why was she arguing with a delirious patient?

    Hua Qiling’s injuries were from overuse of her ability, exhaustion, mental strain, and a cold from the rain.

    Luo Yan understood her incoherent ramblings and struggles.

    But…

    Luo Yan had her own mission; she couldn’t stay at the hospital to take care of Hua Qiling.

    The guards ahead noticed Luo Yan approaching the hospital, and a patrol quickly came to investigate.

    This was a crucial location; an enemy attack here could have dire consequences.

    If the hospital fell, the wounded on the battlefield couldn’t be treated and would die.

    “Rest well,” Luo Yan whispered, then gently leaned Hua Qiling against the wall.

    Before the soldiers arrived, she activated her “Envy” ability, minimizing her presence, and slipped away.

    “Who’s there?!”

    “Quick, look, there’s an injured person…”

    “It’s Director Hua Qiling of the Disaster Response Department! Wasn’t she on the front lines?”

    “Never mind, it looks like Director Hua’s injuries are serious. We have to get her treatment immediately!”

    The soldiers quickly carried Hua Qiling towards the hospital.

    As they ran, Hua Qiling opened her eyes with difficulty.

    In her blurry, red-tinged vision, a bright, silver figure grew smaller and smaller, then vanished.

    “Miss… Luo Yan…?”

    She lost consciousness again.

    Yan City Government Temporary Command Center.

    “Xiao Hua… oh, Director Hua Qiling is out of danger? Good, good.”

    Li Ping sighed in relief, hearing the news.

    He had been worried about Hua Qiling’s fate during the battle at the southwestern front line.

    This news lifted a weight from his shoulders.

    “However… Dawn’s attacks are intensifying. It seems it’s time to consolidate our defenses.”

    Li Ping stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the screen displaying the constantly collapsing and rebuilding defense systems, his expression turning serious.

    Although Yan City had successfully repelled the first phase of Dawn’s attack, inflicting heavy casualties, the situation was only temporarily stabilized. The true crisis hadn’t been averted.

    Except for District One, the core district, Yan City had lost control of all other areas.

    Due to the torrential rain and Dawn’s lightning-fast attacks, Districts Two through Nine were now under their control.

    These areas were completely silent to Yan City; their forces could only hunker down in the core district and defend.

    Even so, the various defensive lines were under immense pressure.

    If this continued, their collapse was only a matter of time.

    However… Yan City had been prepared for this.

    The first line of defense was merely a delaying tactic, buying time for the construction of the second and third lines.

    Yan City wasn’t a fortress; maintaining defensive lines required significant resources. They couldn’t afford to build extensive defenses during peacetime.

    Under normal circumstances, maintaining the first line of defense was already pushing their limits.

    However, these weren’t normal circumstances…

    Fortunately, the victories at the southwestern front line and the core district had bought them valuable time.

    The second line of defense, stronger and more fortified due to its proximity to the “Ember,” was nearing completion, and large quantities of weapons and equipment, stockpiled since Yan City’s founding, were being deployed.

    Dawn’s weakened forces would face a much tougher fight breaching the second line of defense.

    Dawn’s objective wasn’t to conquer Yan City.

    They had to advance, to reach the “Wall of Resentment” at the city’s heart.

    “Even though Yan City is weak, and Dawn is strong… we will fight in our own way,” Li Ping murmured, then, recalling the sudden appearance of the “Witch of Envy’s” aura and the strange battle at the southwestern front line, he frowned deeply.

    “Could it be… related to that ‘Miss Luo Yan’ that Xiao Hua brought back from ‘Ghost Town’?”

    “Or… is it possible… that there truly are… benevolent Devil’s Apostles in this world?”

    Although Yan City hadn’t interfered much with Luo Yan, they had been observing her.

    The several appearances of the “Witch of Envy’s” aura were all connected to her, and although the current situation wasn’t clear, it was likely her doing as well.

    “Her existence… is it a blessing or a curse…?”

    Li Ping sighed, but this wasn’t the time to dwell on such questions.

    He looked at the defense systems and issued a command.

    “All defense forces at the first line, immediately retreat to the second line and reinforce the defenses.”

    The rain gradually lessened.

    A thin, elderly man walked slowly down the deserted street.

    His steps were measured, each one careful and deliberate.

    The relentless rain soaked him to the bone, but he didn’t seem to notice.

    “It seems… you’ve met her?” A beautiful figure appeared beside the old man, walking alongside him. “She seems like a good girl.”

    Mister, his hands clasped behind his back, didn’t turn, seemingly ignoring the woman.

    “Don’t be so aloof, tell me more, we might not have much time left,” the woman chuckled.

    “…What should I call you this time?”

    Mister’s voice was raspy and low, his tone indifferent.

    “—Elise will do,” she replied. “It’s been three or four hundred years since we last met, hasn’t it? The last time… let me see… it must have been during the ‘Witch of Absolute Death’ war, right?”

    “She’s not the Witch of Absolute Death,” Mister whispered.

    “I guessed as much. The Witch of Absolute Death wouldn’t be so reasonable,” Elise said, pursing her lips. “But she looks exactly like her, and her name is also ‘Luo Yan’.”

    The old friend Elise and Mister kept mentioning, the one Luo Yan resembled, was the Witch of Absolute Death.

    Although almost all memories of the “Witch of Absolute Death,” including her appearance, had been erased…

    How many people could Mister and the Twelve Saints find familiar, yet not be able to recall?

    The Witch of Absolute Death was one of them.

    Or rather… the only one.

    “She’s not ‘Luo Yan’ either… not the Luo Yan we knew,” Mister whispered, the rain masking his expression. “She has nothing to do with that conspiracy, at least… she wasn’t the one who caused my brothers’ downfall.”

    “You’re quite protective of this little girl~”

    Elise teased, raising an eyebrow.

    “I’d prefer it if you used a different puppet to talk to me. I don’t like this personality very much.”

    Perhaps because Luo Yan had complained about Elise earlier, Mister also found this “Illusion” rather annoying.

    Whenever “Illusion” used a puppet, she would pre-set its personality and backstory, then play the role.

    This time, she had chosen to play “Elise,” a café owner, with only “Ruin” level strength.

    For various reasons, Elise hadn’t intervened in this war; her current strength wouldn’t allow it.

    However, she was helping Yan City as much as she could.

    She had even dealt with a disaster event in secret, which was when she had encountered Luo Yan and Anna.

    But the war between Dawn and Yan City…

    Wasn’t something “Elise” could participate in.

    Elise’s expression turned cold, the playful demeanor gone.

    “Your juniors are attacking Yan City, and that ‘Luo Yan,’ seemingly because of your help, has recovered and repelled Dawn’s attack.”

    “I didn’t help Luo Yan,” Mister shook his head. “On the contrary… she helped me. As for her condition, I merely offered some guidance, as someone who has… been there.”

    He looked up, his gaze distant. “Actually, I know… I’ve been deceiving myself all along…”

    “No matter what, my sister and I can never truly rest… From the moment she fell into your hands, or perhaps even earlier… this war was inevitable.”

    The original cause no longer mattered; this unavoidable war had finally arrived.

    Witnessing this in his final days… it was bittersweet.

    “This endless journey… it’s almost over…”

    Mister closed his eyes slowly, but his steps didn’t falter.

    Elise stopped, watching Mister’s frail figure disappear into the rain, her eyes flickering.

    Centuries ago, Dawn and the Free Federation had cooperated, to fight against the awakened Witch of Absolute Death.

    The Twelve Saints, several Misters, and several Slumberers had participated in that war.

    In the end, only one Mister remained in Dawn, the Twelve Saints were reshuffled, and almost all the Slumberers perished, only a few remaining in “Noah.”

    And all they achieved… was the Witch of Absolute Death’s slumber.

    A single Primordial Demon was already so terrifying…

    “How did humanity survive in a world with ten demons…?”

    “And ‘Luo Yan,’ who unleashed the ten demons, why did she do it…?”

    “And in the end, why did nine of the ten demons fall into slumber, leaving only the mindless Witch of Absolute Death to wander the world…?”

    Elise—or rather, “Illusion”—knew Mister’s ability.

    He would uncover the answers to these mysteries.

    Just like his final words.

    “…It’s time for it to end.”

    As for Dawn…

    “Dawn without Mister, although still powerful, has lost its brilliance… among the stars of this era.”

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c59

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 59 – A War…

    The battle within the city didn’t last long. The blazing, desperate light quickly faded.

    Myers’s objective hadn’t been to kill, but to cover his teammates’ retreat.

    He had to hold back the entire Yan City ambush force, and more importantly, stall Qin Wen.

    If Qin Wen caught up to his fleeing team…

    With her strength, killing the isolated ability users would be easy.

    So, Myers burned through his life force, ensuring Qin Wen couldn’t pursue his five teammates.

    A “Peril” level ability user’s resolve, when facing death, was a terrifying thing.

    Qin Wen couldn’t break free, forced to retreat by the suicidal Myers, and the Yan City army also pulled back.

    Only after confirming his teammates’ escape did Myers finally collapse.

    He leaned against a broken wall, his vacant gaze fixed on the distance.

    —The direction of Dawn’s headquarters.

    Even in this state, the Yan City army didn’t dare approach him.

    Countless pulse cannons were aimed at him, ready to fire.

    But Qin Wen raised her hand, stopping them.

    “Captain Qin…”

    Her second-in-command frowned. Why not take this opportunity to finish him off?

    Qin Wen shook her head.

    “There’s no need. He’s already dead.”

    Yes, Myers was already dead.

    His soul had been completely burned away, only a lingering obsession driving his body in the final moments of the battle.

    Qin Wen sensed this and was deeply moved.

    Even an enemy…

    She dragged her injured body towards the lifeless Myers.

    “A terrifying and ruthless enemy,” Qin Wen whispered, closing his eyes. “A tragic, yet respectable opponent.”

    She stood up and looked at the devastated battlefield, at the bodies of the Yan City guards.

    “A… war…”

    At this moment, Qin Wen seemed to understand why her usually jovial master had shown such a rare solemnity and sorrow when speaking of the war in Yan City.

    The Yan City army watched silently in the rain, as if in mourning.

    —Following the victory at the southwestern front line, the battle in the core district had also ended.

    Although the outcome wasn’t perfect, five “Ruin” level ability users from Dawn had managed to escape.

    But they had lost a “Peril” level Cadre, and the Yan City forces hadn’t suffered heavy losses, only about fifty casualties.

    This result far exceeded their expectations, and more importantly, they had achieved their strategic objective.

    However, for Dawn, this was a major setback.

    They hadn’t even breached the first line of defense in the core district, yet they had lost a valuable Cadre and several members.

    More importantly, Alyxsia, Dawn’s strongest attacker, had lost her “giant machine,” her greatest asset, and was now reduced to an ordinary “Peril” level combatant.

    It would take a long time for her to recover her full strength.

    But time… wasn’t on Dawn’s side.

    They needed a swift victory, but they couldn’t concentrate all their forces for a direct assault.

    Otherwise, a single “Ember” eruption could annihilate them.

    Although Yan City wasn’t likely to take such a gamble, it was still a possibility.

    So, according to the original plan, while other teams attacked various locations to divide Yan City’s defenses, Team Four was to breach the weakest western front line, creating an irreparable gap in the core district’s defenses.

    Then, using their mobility, they would coordinate with the other teams, completely dismantling Yan City’s defenses.

    And finally, they would surround the “Ember” and the “Wall of Resentment,” retrieving the Eldest Mister’s remains. But now… Dawn’s blitzkrieg had failed, and time was running out.

    The elite teams currently in Yan City were practically Dawn’s strongest available force.

    But Yan City was different.

    Although, like many mega-cities, their relationship with “Noah” was strained…

    It was still an alliance.

    The moment Dawn declared war, support from other mega-cities began pouring into Yan City.

    Resources, energy, and troops were being transported through the lifelines.

    Even “Noah,” almost a continent away, had dispatched a “Holy Knight” team led by a “Peril” level ability user, using teleportation arrays to reach them as quickly as possible.

    —The reason they only sent one team was because of the limitations of long-distance travel.

    Otherwise, “Noah” would have sent dozens of teams to crush Dawn’s main force.

    At least when facing external threats, “Noah” was reliable.

    So, Yan City’s current objective was to hold on, until Dawn’s resources were depleted.

    Rhine, as the commander of this war, knew this very well.

    He sat in Dawn’s temporary command center, surrounded by several Cadres who had retreated from the front lines.

    The atmosphere was somber, tinged with sadness.

    “Myers is dead,” Rhine said gravely. “His team brought back the news… and also… the information about the Sword Saint’s involvement.”

    The Sword Saint…

    The Cadres exchanged glances, their expressions complex.

    They knew many secrets about the Sword Saint sect.

    Although they didn’t know that the sect’s founder was Dawn’s Fifth Mister, they knew that the Sword Saint Sect Master had close ties to the Misters.

    But now…

    He was on Yan City’s side.

    Could this be Mister’s will?

    This was their main concern.

    “And the sudden appearance of ‘Miss Luo Yan’,” Alyxsia said, her voice filled with fear. “That mysterious girl found in the ‘Peril’ level disaster zone… she’s far more terrifying than Grifres described…”

    The countless white Heroic Spirits appearing on the battlefield, roaring and charging towards her…

    That scene would forever be etched in Alyxsia’s memory.

    Hearing Alyxsia’s words, Grifres, who had experienced the “Ghost Town” incident, was silent for a moment, then said,

    “Miss Luo Yan is growing stronger.”

    “And,” Alyxsia swallowed hard, still shaken, “she seems… similar to the Misters…”

    “What do you mean?”

    Rhine asked, his voice tense.

    “When she uses her ability… she’s like Mister,” Alyxsia hesitated, then continued, “Not that their abilities are similar, but… the feeling… when she uses her power…”

    The Cadres’ expressions turned to shock.

    They had witnessed the Misters using their abilities.

    That primal fear, that irresistible force, was imprinted in every Dawn member’s heart.

    Even if “Miss Luo Yan’s” ability was only similar, it was still terrifying.

    “If this ‘Miss Luo Yan’ truly possesses the abilities you described, resurrecting the dead and sniping ‘Ruin’ level ability users from long distances…” Rhine frowned, his expression grave. “Then… she’s a far greater threat to us than anyone else in Yan City.”

    Including the “Ember’s” eruption.

    Rhine had already considered and planned for the “Ember’s” eruption; it wasn’t a major concern.

    But Luo Yan’s existence… hadn’t been part of any plan.

    If she hadn’t appeared, even with Hua Qiling’s desperate defense, Alyxsia would have eventually broken through the southwestern front line.

    And Team Four, having infiltrated the core district, would have received reinforcements from her giant machine.

    Then, even with Qin Wen’s intervention and the heavy casualties, Dawn’s blitzkrieg would have continued.

    Their failure… was entirely because of this mysterious, silver-haired girl.

    Rhine himself wasn’t afraid of Luo Yan, but… what about the other members?

    “There’s no point dwelling on this now,” Rhine said gravely. “We have to change our plans.”

    “But…”

    Grifres was worried.

    Dawn now only had nine elite teams left, and with the incapacitated Alyxsia and himself, only ten Cadres.

    With this strength, it would be difficult to achieve their strategic objective of overwhelming Yan City’s defenses and breaching the city walls.

    Unless…

    “Brother, isn’t that too risky?” Grifres said gravely. “If you intervene now, the ‘Ember’s’ eruption…”

    Unless Rhine himself joined the battle.

    His power was immense, evident from his ability to maintain this torrential rain for days.

    He was just a step away from “Destruction” level, comparable to the lower-ranked members of Noah’s Twelve Saints.

    Unlike Alyxsia, whose claim of single-handedly conquering a city was an exaggeration, Rhine could truly face a mega-city.

    Alyxsia’s most impressive feat had been defending against a mega-city’s attack with her “Mobile Fortress,” successfully covering Dawn’s retreat.

    But she had only faced the city’s conventional forces, not the “Ice Coffin Weapon” or the “Ember.”

    Although impressive, it wasn’t enough to conquer a mega-city’s core.

    Rhine, however, was different. Thirty years ago, he had led Dawn to a shocking victory, destroying an entire mega-city.

    He had even suppressed that city’s “Ember” eruption, minimizing Dawn’s casualties.

    Because of that victory, Rhine had held his position as Dawn’s Third Cadre until now.

    However…

    “Brother, if you intervene now, Yan City will be prepared, and the ‘Ember’s’ eruption will be much more difficult to handle…”

    Grifres said gravely.

    He had also participated in that war and witnessed the terrifying power of the “Ember.”

    It was even more terrifying than when the Eldest Mister’s remains had been deployed to destroy Ghost Town.

    If the Yan City government knew that Rhine was the commander of this war, they would undoubtedly focus the “Ember’s” full power on him.

    Then, unless Rhine achieved a breakthrough and reached “Destruction” level at the last moment, he wouldn’t escape unscathed.

    Death was a very real possibility.

    Rhine had been able to suppress the “Ember” eruption back then because no one knew he was capable of it; the power had been dispersed, not concentrated.

    “But we have even less time now than we did back then,” Rhine stood up, his large frame making the small room seem even smaller.

    “Even though I know a commander shouldn’t be swayed by emotions, I can’t just watch my brothers and sisters die,” Rhine whispered. “I heard from Millie and the others that Myers sacrificed himself to cover their retreat.”

    “But… Brother, your safety is more important than ours,” Grifres said.

    “We shouldn’t calculate like that, Grifres,” Rhine shook his head. “My life isn’t important, what matters is the result, what my life can achieve.”

    “If my death can ensure Dawn’s survival, I’m willing to die… So don’t worry, a small city like Yan City isn’t worthy of taking my life.”

    Grifres didn’t know what to say.

    Rhine chuckled and waved his hand.

    “Let’s go. The second wave of our attack… is about to begin.”

    “This time… I’ll lead the charge.”

    “…”

    Frick opened his eyes slowly, his expression filled with lingering terror.

    He looked down at his left index finger, where he stored the power of “Envy.”

    A strange red light was fading, but its intoxicating aura lingered.

    While Luo Yan was confronting Alyxsia at the southwestern front line, the “Envy” power Frick had stolen had gone out of control.

    This time, it was even worse than before; he had even lost consciousness.

    “Could it be… that the ‘Witch of Envy’s’ will fragment within this power… hasn’t been completely destroyed…?”

    Frick was terrified. This was his worst fear.

    Anything related to a “Primordial Demon” was incredibly dangerous.

    Especially… their power.

    “No!” A thought flashed through Frick’s mind. “I can’t keep this power…!”

    He couldn’t understand why he had thought stealing the Devil’s minion’s “Envy” power was a good idea…

    Frick drew his sword, determined to sever his finger.

    …But the blade stopped mid-swing.

    “No… I can’t… This is… the Lord’s gift…”

    A strange smile appeared on Frick’s usually grim face, a captivating charm.

    It was as if a pair of slender, beautiful, invisible hands were gently embracing him from behind.