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

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c1

    Witch’s Night: Chapter 1 – Journey to Lannister

    “One guard went crazy, two guards were biting, three guards were all alone, four guards went hand-in-hand to heaven~”

    “Stop, stop, stop, Miss Luo Yan, please stop humming! What kind of song is that?!”

    “I don’t know, I just heard it on the street. I thought the melody was nice.” Luo Yan blinked innocently. “It seems to be a Lannister children’s rhyme? Everyone’s singing it… It’s a story about ten guards.”

    “I didn’t hear anything…” Hua Qingling said, her expression odd. “Are the people of Lannister this intense…? Even their children’s rhymes are so morbid…?”

    “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

    Luo Yan nodded calmly.

    Hua Qingling felt a bit embarrassed and waved her hand dismissively.

    “It’s fine, aside from the strange lyrics, the melody is quite nice…”

    Well, it’s probably because Miss Luo Yan has a nice voice.

    Norian and Grandma Zoya, listening nearby, were sweating nervously, vigilantly scanning their surroundings for any unusual phenomena.

    Norian was certain he had never heard this so-called children’s rhyme before, having grown up in Lannister, but Grandma Zoya knew its origin…

    The melody was identical to the “Song of the Soul” from before, only with lyrics added!

    From the forest outside the city to Lannister’s gates, Norian and Grandma Zoya had kept a low profile, not even entering through the main gate, but taking a secret passage.

    Such caution was necessary when dealing with an unknown entity like Miss Luo Yan.

    Fortunately, Miss Luo Yan had cooperated, not even questioning their actions, obediently following behind them.

    She chatted casually with Hua Qingling, like a pair of ordinary friends.

    However, their conversation occasionally touched upon some alarming topics.

    Like…

    “Oh, you mean Mister from Dawn? Well… I witnessed his passing, but he seemed happy. Perhaps for Nine, death was a long-awaited release.”

    “The Witch of Envy… I don’t know how to describe her. Her existence is beyond words, but I have to say, facing her directly was the most dangerous moment of my life… And then? I think she died… if a Primordial Demon can even die.”

    “Void traversal is so convenient! I’m just not very good at controlling it yet, I tend to get lost. That’s how I ended up in Lannister. I’ll take you on a trip through the void once I get the hang of it!”

    “Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe. I’ve taken people through the void before, the City Lord and Uncle Sun! I just don’t know why they all seem to get… void sickness…”

    Well, everyone gets void sickness, unless they’re a spatial ability user with an affinity for the void… And just how strong would that affinity have to be, to bring others through the void safely?

    And all of these shocking revelations were delivered by “Miss Luo Yan” in a casual, even cheerful, tone.

    Norian and Grandma Zoya had initially been shocked, but they had gradually grown numb.

    And even more terrifying, what Miss Luo Yan said was likely true… except for the part about the Witch of Envy?

    …That was hard to confirm.

    Of course, despite their numbness, this information was still valuable.

    Norian silently made a mental note of everything, while Grandma Zoya paid close attention to Luo Yan.

    Setting aside their initial fear, Luo Yan’s strength and aura were clearly only at the entry level of “Calamity” level.

    But how could someone who caused such chaos in Lannister be only “Calamity” level?

    This mysterious girl, shrouded in so many secrets…

    And so, this strange group—two adults with hidden agendas, and two girls chatting casually—entered Lannister.

    Norian had carefully chosen Luo Yan’s temporary accommodation.

    It couldn’t be too luxurious, nor too simple, and the location also had to be carefully considered.

    In the end, he chose an ordinary apartment and, after compensating the other tenants, had them vacate for a few days.

    …Lannister had made the same decision as Yan City.

    Seeing her temporary home, Luo Yan nodded indifferently, seemingly unconcerned.

    And she truly wasn’t; her apartment in Yan City had been similar.

    “If Miss Luo Yan needs anything, please inform us,” Norian said with a gentle smile, his mustache twitching. “We will do our best to make you both feel at home in Lannister.”

    “Thank you for your concern. I’ll try not to trouble you.”

    Luo Yan bowed respectfully, and Hua Qingling quickly followed suit.

    …Although Hua Qingling held a high position in Yan City, she was currently traveling.

    And she was only a “Destruction” level potential; such talent wasn’t rare, and until she actually reached that level, it was just potential.

    Therefore, Hua Qingling rarely had the opportunity to meet important figures like Grandma Zoya and Norian, and she was more reserved than Luo Yan.

    After giving their instructions, Norian and Grandma Zoya hurriedly left.

    They had much to deal with: the aftermath of the Lannister incident, and the arrival of the Fourth Saint.

    After they left, Hua Qingling sighed in relief and turned to Luo Yan, chuckling.

    “Thanks to you, Miss Luo Yan, I was worried about where I would stay, and now I have free accommodation.”

    “Big Sister Hua… also has to worry about rent…?” Luo Yan blinked in disbelief. “I thought you were a ‘Peril’ level ability user…”

    Luo Yan had met several “Peril” level ability users: Sun Biwu from Yan City, Grifres and Alyxsia from Dawn, and Rhine…

    None of them seemed to worry about such mundane matters.

    “I am a ‘Peril’ level ability user, but I’m always broke,” Hua Qingling sighed, her face full of frustration.

    “And to get back to Yan City quickly, I spent all my savings on those expensive teleportation arrays. Now I only have a few silver coins left, and I haven’t even received my payment for the last mission yet, I wonder if they forgot…”

    This complaining Hua Qingling was completely different from the reliable older sister figure Luo Yan had seen in Yan City, but it also seemed… more real.

    As expected of Hua Qiling’s sister; besides their appearance and physique, they were practically the same person.

    “By the way, aren’t you a tailor?” Luo Yan asked. “Like Anna, Hua Qiling said she’s quite wealthy now… You’re more skilled than her, you should be earning even more, right?”

    Hua Qingling’s expression stiffened, and she looked away, dejected.

    “Don’t mention it… Little Anna is rich because she’s good at business, it has nothing to do with tailoring. Actually… the ‘Flower Shop’ she took over… I was the one who bankrupted it.”

    According to Anna, Hua Qingling had practically given her the shop out of charity, which was how Anna became so wealthy.

    But the truth… was slightly different.

    Back then, Hua Qingling had urgently needed to leave Yan City, but she didn’t have enough money.

    For certain reasons, she didn’t want to ask the main Hua family for money, nor could she ask Lin Cheng.

    So, she had to sell her assets.

    At the time, Anna was already a well-known tailor… fashion designer, and unlike Hua Qingling, she had many wealthy clients.

    Even Lin Cheng had commissioned her; she had considerable savings.

    That’s how Anna ended up with the Flower Shop.

    “I don’t know why, but I can never save money,” Hua Qingling sighed, counting on her fingers. “Whether it’s my own earnings, or gifts from others… it always vanishes quickly, one way or another.

    “Sometimes it’s unavoidable expenses, other times I just lose it, I’ve even been robbed by the King of Thieves himself… and he only stole the coins I had set aside for my next meal.”

    As if Luo Yan had opened the floodgates, Hua Qingling poured out her woes, her resentment palpable.

    Luo Yan could only conclude…

    —Big Sister Hua was cursed when it came to money.

    She hadn’t expected the glamorous Big Sister Hua to have such… relatable problems.

    “Big Sister Hua, are you sure you should be telling me all this…?” Luo Yan’s lips curved upwards slightly.

    “Huh?”

    Hua Qingling was taken aback.

    “I’m Hua Qiling’s friend,” Luo Yan winked playfully. “You wouldn’t want her to know that her idol-like sister is actually…”

    “…”

    Hua Qingling’s face turned bright red, and she covered her mouth in embarrassment.

    “These things… It’s best if my little sister doesn’t know…”

    The thought of Hua Qiling learning that her sister couldn’t even hold onto her savings… Hua Qingling wanted to die of embarrassment.

    “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Hua Qiling,” Luo Yan smiled gently. “I didn’t expect you to have such a… relatable side. I’m glad.”

    “Ahem… that’s good,” Hua Qingling patted her chest, relieved. “I’ve only ever told you these things. Miss Luo Yan, just like Qiling said, being around you is… comforting.”

    She snuck a glance at Luo Yan.

    “You really won’t tell, right?”

    “Of course, let’s keep it our little secret,” Luo Yan nodded and smiled. “And besides, Big Sister Hua, you’ve helped me a lot in Yan City. I’m very grateful~”

    If it weren’t for Hua Qingling’s help, Luo Yan wouldn’t have had access to those classified files, and none of the subsequent events would have happened.

    “It was nothing,” Hua Qingling waved her hand dismissively, then paused, her expression turning strange. “By the way, could you please stop calling me ‘Big Sister Hua’? It felt weird when Anna called me that, and now you too… It makes me feel old.”

    She wasn’t even forty, even younger than Alyxsia, Dawn’s youngest “Peril” level Cadre.

    “Then… I’ll call you ‘Sister,’ just like Hua Qiling,” Luo Yan looked at Hua Qingling, who was half a head shorter than her, finally understanding how Hua Qiling felt looking up at her, and nodded with satisfaction.

    Hua Qingling was speechless, then sighed.

    “Whatever you want, as long as it’s not ‘Big Sister Hua’…”

    The vast, desolate wasteland.

    Since the “Calamity Tide” ravaged the world millennia ago, most of the land had become like this.

    Initially, almost eighty percent of the land had been covered in poisonous gases and strange, maddening phenomena, but over time, the situation had improved.

    And after discovering the “Ember,” humanity had been using its energy to restore the ecosystem.

    Around Lannister, forests had even begun to grow, although they were inhabited by terrifying, mutated beasts, which were still preferable to the frenzied calamity monsters.

    Due to the nature of the “Ember” energy source, most mega-cities were far apart, rarely close enough to support each other directly.

    Therefore, to facilitate travel and trade between them, the Free Federation had established “lifelines.”

    Similar to the trains of the Old Era, but powered by smaller “Ember” nodes along the route.

    And to protect against sudden disasters and calamity monsters, each lifeline required an elite team led by a “Peril” level ability user.

    Therefore, the operating costs were high, mainly used for trade, rarely for civilian travel.

    For civilian travel, there was the circuit lifeline, which passed through each mega-city once every fifty days.

    This lifeline network, like a spiderweb, connected the entire Free Federation.

    Besides this, there were also teleportation arrays for faster travel, although they were expensive.

    Only the Holy Knights could afford to use them regularly.

    Unfortunately, Yan City couldn’t build teleportation arrays yet. The Holy Knights, wanting to reach Lannister, had to take the circuit lifeline, hence the delay.

    The lifeline sped across the vast wasteland, Elise looking out the window with her chin resting on her hand, Anna beside her, curiously observing the scenery.

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2interlude4-if side story

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Interlude – The last

    “Madam One, this way please, the Saint has been waiting for you.”

    A deep voice echoed, and a towering figure in full armor stood before them.

    Beside the armored figure stood a girl—or rather, a child—with short, icy-blue hair.

    At barely 1.4 meters tall, with a childish face, being addressed as “Madam” seemed almost comical, but no one dared laugh.

    Besides the Holy Knight-Captain who had just spoken, several other Holy Knights flanked her, whether as guards or as a precaution, it was unclear.

    The newly established “Noah” was still young, and this girl, who called herself “One,” possessed a mysterious power comparable to the Saint’s.

    Even if the Saint herself didn’t mind, Noah couldn’t afford to offend this girl.

    During the recent “Calamity Infected” expulsion incident, this girl, leading “Dawn,” had successfully retrieved numerous human calamities from various mega-cities, even Noah, their power a miracle unseen in the New Era. No weapon could stop them, not even the relics of the Old Era.

    Because of this, when the Saint decided to invite One, Dawn’s leader, to Noah, most of the Twelve Saints had objected, only a few remaining silent.

    So, for the first time, the Saint had used her rarely invoked power… the veto.

    And so, the invitation was sent to Dawn headquarters, and One arrived alone, without a single escort.

    “I’ve been wanting to meet her as well, for a long time,” One nodded slightly.

    This seemingly childish girl’s eyes held the calmness of someone who had weathered countless storms, even venturing alone into enemy territory didn’t faze her.

    Along the way, all One saw were ordinary people, including the Holy Knights.

    Those with unusual abilities, born from disasters, were considered human calamities, rejected by all mega-cities, forced to wander the Wasteland.

    One wanted to ask this Saint, who had brought a new future to humanity, why she had made such a decision.

    They passed through the bustling outdoor camps, people working tirelessly to build their new homes.

    Ahead, on a mist-shrouded mountain, a white palace shimmered, seemingly untouched by human hands.

    “Madam One, we can only escort you this far,” the Holy Knight-Captain stopped and turned. “Beyond this point is a restricted area, personally designated by the Saint. These mountains, and the palace you see… were all created by the Saint’s power. We are not allowed to enter without permission.”

    “Such rules?” One said with a hint of mockery. “Your Saint is quite… exclusive.”

    The Holy Knights gripped their weapons, but under the Knight-Captain’s warning gaze, they stepped aside.

    “I hope you and the Saint can reach an agreement,” the Knight-Captain said gravely. “May the Saint’s light shine upon you.”

    “If that happens, I’ll make sure to dodge.”

    One walked forward, her small figure disappearing into the mountains under the Holy Knights’ watchful eyes.

    After what seemed like both a long journey and a single step, One reached the white palace.

    The palace wasn’t large, radiating a holy, gentle white light, a faint chanting echoing from within.

    “Putting on a show,” One muttered, then pushed open the doors and entered.

    Inside was a single, spacious hall, filled with a soft, white light.

    Intricate, beautiful patterns adorned the walls, seemingly imbued with a mysterious power that soothed the soul and mind.

    And in the center of the hall stood a holy throne.

    A faint, vaguely humanoid, silver light sat upon it, silent.

    “Is this… the Saint?”

    One frowned, a sense of familiarity, yet no clear memory.

    But this wasn’t unusual. Since the destruction of “Dawn City,” all nine siblings had experienced varying degrees of memory loss, and One’s condition was the best among them.

    Just then, a calm, indifferent voice echoed.

    “You’ve come.”

    “Who?”

    One turned sharply, spatial fragments swirling around her.

    “Many call me ‘Saint,’ but I believe you wouldn’t like that title.”

    An ordinary-looking woman slowly emerged, yet One felt a strange sense of familiarity.

    Something stirred in her memory, but nothing surfaced, only two tears rolling down her cheeks.

    Why… was she crying?

    One stared at the woman as she walked towards the throne, gently touching the silver light upon it.

    A faint, almost imperceptible, smile appeared on her lips.

    “You seem to have many questions,” the Saint glanced at One. “I will answer… selectively.”

    One did have many questions. Upon receiving the Saint’s invitation, countless questions had flooded her mind.

    Why had she expelled those with unusual abilities?

    Why had she been able to find an “Ember” identical to Dawn City’s?

    Why…

    So many whys.

    But upon seeing the Saint, these questions faded, leaving only one.

    Who are you?

    Who is the Saint?

    “Have we… met before?” One whispered.

    She felt as if she were back in the Endless Wasteland, many years ago.

    Those hazy, yet warm, days…

    Now just fragmented memories, scattered and lost.

    “We’ve met… many times,” the Saint nodded. “The end and the beginning of civilizations are a cycle. You are at one end, and I am at the other, but now… we stand together.

    “But now… your life flickers like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished.”

    One was silent.

    She knew the Saint was right.

    Although both were God’s Chosen, One’s condition was far worse than her siblings’.

    Even slight emotional fluctuations caused spatial fragments to appear around her.

    In severe cases, even spatial rifts.

    For a God’s Chosen nearing the peak of human power, this was unbelievable.

    And worse, as her life force faded, her control weakened.

    One couldn’t imagine the consequences if she lost control completely.

    Even as a child, she had easily destroyed a settlement of hundreds.

    And now…

    Even Noah might not be able to withstand her uncontrolled power.

    “It’s none of your concern,” One looked away. “I will leave… on my own.”

    She paused, then whispered, “After… everything is… arranged.”

    “You asked if we have met. The answer is yes,” the Saint said calmly. “I can also tell you… that besides ‘Saint,’ I once had another name.”

    —”Absolute Death.”

    “!!!”

    One’s eyes widened in shock, the space around her fracturing.

    But the silver light on the throne flickered, and the fractured space instantly healed.

    One, however, was too shocked to notice, her gaze fixed on the Saint, filled with hatred.

    …In her fragmented memories, the hatred for “Absolute Death” hadn’t faded, but intensified over time.

    “I am ‘Absolute Death,’ but not… the ‘Witch of Absolute Death’,” the Saint turned away and whispered. “I am no longer the ‘Witch of Absolute Death,’ I am simply ‘Absolute Death,’… her ‘Absolute Death’.”

    The Saint’s gaze fell upon the silver light, as if looking at someone else.

    “Our story… isn’t over yet.”

    After the initial shock and anger, One quickly calmed down.

    Although her appearance and physique hadn’t changed, she was no longer the naive child she once was.

    “Why are you telling me this?” One asked coldly. “Although I’ve lost many memories… I still remember… you and the ‘Malice of All Worlds’… you planned to destroy this world.”

    “I… they never intended to destroy the world,” the Saint glanced at One, her indifferent gaze causing a pang of pain. “Only to destroy this current civilization. And this… has happened many times before.

    “For tens of thousands of years, it has never stopped.”

    “What are you saying?” One frowned. “Destroying a civilization and destroying the world… aren’t they the same thing?”

    “To you, they are,” the Saint whispered. “But to Her… and to them… they are not.

    “Because destroying a civilization… is to free this world… from the despairing prison of the ‘gods’… A futile attempt to escape, repeated again and again… an endless cycle of… failure.

    “I’m tired of it. I’m willing to stay in this civilization and try to save it, even if the cost of failure… is eternity.”

    The Saint turned to face One, her tall figure looking down at her, yet her demeanor wasn’t arrogant, but almost… pleading.

    “I need your help, One,” the Saint said seriously. “To exile the ‘Malice of All Worlds’ and the ‘gods’ to a place beyond comprehension… your help is essential.”

    “Laughable! You said the same thing to her back then, didn’t you?” One exclaimed, regaining her composure. “Saving the world… it was all a lie!”

    One hadn’t forgotten the tears and sorrow of that forgotten person.

    “I didn’t lie, I simply… deceived her,” the Saint said calmly. “This time… I’m willing to… join her.”

    “Absurd! I won’t fall for your tricks again! I’ll reveal your true nature to the world, let everyone know… the truth about the so-called ‘Saint’!”

    One turned to leave.

    Seeing this, the Saint sighed. She hadn’t intended to awaken One’s true consciousness.

    “At least for now… I still need this ‘Saint’ identity to guide humanity…” The Saint shook her head, looking at One’s back. “How long do you intend to hide, Witch of End? Or rather… ‘Future’ (true name)?”

    One’s body stiffened.

    And then, she began to fade, as if in a dream.

    She slowly turned around, her icy blue eyes like a vast, empty void.

    “‘Life’,” she said, “what are you planning?”

    …The Witch of End had awakened.

    Or rather, One had always been a part of the Witch of End’s consciousness, her memories of the Witch deliberately erased.

    Absolute Death was a traitor to the “Malice of All Worlds,” but the Witch of End… was neutral.

    Like Absolute Death, after millennia of repeated failures, she had grown weary.

    However, the Witch of End didn’t have Luo Yan’s sacrifice as a catalyst, nor Absolute Death’s courage to take that final step.

    She had split off a part of her consciousness, becoming the God’s Chosen One, observing this flawed, continuing civilization.

    Upon One’s death, this fragment would return to the “Malice of All Worlds,” continuing the endless cycle of failure.

    If the Saint hadn’t awakened her by revealing her true name, One would have simply died as One, the part of her that was the Witch of End never resurfacing.

    “I am no longer the ‘Witch of Absolute Death,’ but the ‘Witch of Absolute Death’ will continue to exist.”

    Facing the Witch of End, whom she knew so well, the Saint didn’t waste any words. She revealed something.

    …Or rather, someone.

    A beautiful, dark-haired girl lay there, as if asleep.

    “This is… your mortal vessel?” the Witch of End asked, surprised. “Do you intend to…?”

    “Indeed, since the Witch of Absolute Death will continue to exist, the best solution… is to control her,” the Saint’s voice was calm, as if she wasn’t talking about her former self.

    “This is my ‘Artificial Witch’ plan, to ensure that the new ‘Witch of Absolute Death’… will continue to protect humanity after I, along with you and the gods, are exiled to a place beyond comprehension.”

    “To control a member of the ‘Malice of All Worlds’… using a mortal vessel…?” The Witch of End looked at the Saint. “I have to say, even among us, few are as… audacious… as you.”

    “No, I’m not audacious enough,” the Saint glanced at the white light, then at the Witch of End. “It’s you who are audacious.”

    “Suit yourself, I’ll help you if you want,” the Witch of End glanced at the white light, then looked away, seemingly indifferent. “But prepare a good coffin for me first.”

    She was the Witch of End, simply forgetting this fact most of the time.

    Only in her dream state would that part of her awaken.

    And her greatest worry was that after her death, her body would lose control, becoming a disaster.

    But if it were Absolute Death…

    She would surely find a way to control it, wouldn’t she?

    “Is this… a deal? It seems I’m getting the better end of it.”

    “…If you think so.”

    -Volume 2 End-

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    Mister Zero, Her Story: “IF” Side Story – A Rotting Journal 

    (Smeared text) June 13th, Record.

    Three months have passed since the Calamity Tide returned. The disaster that occurred millennia ago has descended once more, catching humanity off guard…

    No, at least we knew.

    Because… the Calamity Tide started in Yan City.

    An invisible, strange wave spread from the Ember Furnace, driving anyone who touched it into an endless frenzy, transforming them into twisted monsters.

    Yan City was destroyed.

    Our Yan City, the city of our forefathers… destroyed in an instant.

    The “Ember” that gave us hope became a source of terror, devouring lives.

    Uncle Lin is dead, and Rhine, the Dawn Captain who invaded, is also dead. Only the old man managed to escape with us.

    So this is what it feels like… to be a refugee…

    Miss Luo Yan also seems to be dead, but the old man, whenever I mention her, hesitates, refusing to say more.

    I suddenly miss her.

    And Sister… where is she?

    July 6th, Record.

    Refugees fleeing from the west brought shocking news.

    Noah has fallen.

    The Noah Holy Church, which guided humanity in the New Era, is gone, including the Twelve Saints.

    What happened…? Why is human civilization on the verge of collapse? This feeling of unreality… where does it come from?

    The old man said he would continue our fathers’ legacy, build a new Yan City, a new future.

    But… do we even have a future?

    August 12th, Record.

    The old man is dead.

    I killed him.

    He cried and begged me to kill him. It was the first time I saw him cry.

    I didn’t want to…

    But he had become a monster, grotesque and ugly, only a sliver of his consciousness remaining, begging me to end his suffering.

    I buried his remains, what little was left of him, a pile of deformed flesh, and placed a wooden marker: “Li Ping’s Grave.”

    But a gust of wind swept through, and the grave was gone, I couldn’t even find him…

    Few remain from Yan City, and I’ve released several more these past few days.

    I also want to die.

    October 3rd, Record.

    A long and lonely journey…

    I’m alone now, everyone else is dead.

    I can still see the stars at night. There was an old saying in the Old Era that when people die, they become stars.

    But after becoming a monster… can we still become stars?

    Just wishful thinking…

    Record.

    How many days have passed? Or years?

    I often see Miss Luo Yan, watching me silently, but I can’t touch her. Are these… deathbed hallucinations?

    My hands… don’t seem like hands anymore…

    I’m awake.

    But I’m crying.

    I finally understand…

    Miss Luo Yan… why…?

    I’m coming, Miss Luo Yan… come closer… please?


    To understand a little of the “if” stories here, the author notes:

    **

    (Author notes)

    Phew… Volume Two is finally finished! Although the results are, as always, not ideal, I expected that (laughs).

    This is a story about redemption, Miss Luo Yan walking a path towards redemption, both for herself and for this world.

    But… what if she fails?

    What if she can’t awaken from the whispers of divinity?

    What would be the outcome?

    The “IF” side story offers a glimpse of this terrifying possibility.

    But thankfully, our Miss Luo Yan hasn’t failed yet, at least not yet…

    Volume Two, “Mister Zero, Her Story,” reveals Miss Luo Yan’s past and the struggles of the world and human civilization against the Calamity Tide and the gods.

    There is no absolute right or wrong; everyone acts according to their own beliefs, making their own choices, eventually reaching their own end.

    I don’t want to over-analyze the plot or explain the foreshadowing and easter eggs.

    Because I believe every reader has their own understanding, whether they find it enjoyable or poorly written.

    Once Miss Luo Yan’s story was written, it no longer belonged solely to me. Every reader has their own unique “Miss Luo Yan” in their mind.

    Anyway, that’s enough rambling for now. Due to recent overtime and work commitments, and the discouraging results, I haven’t been able to reply to comments. If you want to chat, you can join the book discussion group~

    Please look forward to—Volume Three, “Night of the Witches”!

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2interlude3

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Interlude – In the Sanctuary

    “Noah.”

    Humanity’s first and largest mega-city.

    The very concept of a “mega-city” originated with Noah’s founding.

    Before that, the largest settlements could only hold about three thousand people.

    But the nascent Noah, with a population of three hundred thousand, was a beacon of hope for humanity.

    Its existence guided the survivors of the New Era in the vast Endless Wasteland.

    After years of development and planning, Noah’s Ember could now sustain a population of fifty million.

    Compared to that, Yan City’s three million was insignificant.

    And considering its remote location, calling Yan City a backwater town wasn’t an exaggeration.

    Now, Noah was far larger than when it was first founded. The original district had been designated as the Noah Sanctuary, reserved for Noah’s and the Holy Church’s higher-ups.

    Deep within the Sanctuary, at the core of the “Ember,” only the Twelve Saints could freely enter and exit. Anyone else needed strict authorization, requiring the approval of at least three Saints to briefly enter this core area, known as the “Holy Domain.”

    The Saint who founded Noah, and the original Twelve Saints, were long dead. The Twelve Saints had been replaced several times over.

    As for the Saint, there had only ever been one.

    Within a temple in the Noah Sanctuary, a figure in a white robe stood by the window, hands clasped behind their back.

    She looked up slightly, as if watching the setting sun on the horizon.

    “…It’s getting late,” the woman in white said softly. “What is it?”

    “Heh, discovered again.”

    The shadow cast by the setting sun twisted and distorted, becoming a faint, dark figure.

    “I thought these new toys the youngsters developed would be enough to evade your senses.”

    “Get to the point.”

    The woman in white didn’t turn, only shifting her gaze slightly towards the shadowy figure.

    “So serious,” the shadow pouted. “The Yan City incident is over, shouldn’t you be coming back?

    “And besides Yan City, there have been several other false alarms about the ‘Witch of Envy’ descending… probably just faulty equipment.”

    “The demon detection devices in other mega-cities were made by your Equipment Department. Should I reprimand them for you?” the woman in white said calmly.

    The shadow’s expression stiffened. “Perhaps they just don’t know how to use them…”

    “Always making such hasty assumptions, you haven’t changed at all.”

    The woman’s tone was calm, her expression unchanging.

    “You weren’t much better back then… ‘Dawnbreaker’,” the shadow teased.

    “…Please don’t use that name.”

    “Then… ‘God of Black Dragon Flame,’ ‘King of Ruin and Illusion,’ or ‘Hero Chosen by Light,’ which do you prefer?”

    “You’re being childish.”

    A flicker of annoyance crossed the woman’s face, and she looked away slightly.

    This was Hua Qingling’s idol, the true identity of Yan City’s Elise, one of Noah’s current Twelve Saints, ranked fourth: “Illusion.”

    “But you’re not as fun as you used to be, Illusion.”

    The shadow walked over and sat down in Illusion’s chair, casually flipping through the documents on the table.

    But after a moment, she gave up; they were just boring official documents and reports.

    Unlike back then, when she could always find something interesting in these mundane things.

    “People change. I’m not who I used to be, Shadow,” Illusion lowered her head slightly and whispered. “I often think about humanity’s future, how we should guide them, towards a better world.

    “I’m no longer that naive, dreamy little girl.”

    “…You weren’t back then either. Seventy years old isn’t exactly ‘little’.”

    Illusion was actually of the same generation as the Sword Saint Sect Master’s father… Her relationship with Shadow was more like that of close friends with a significant age gap.

    “…”

    An awkward silence.

    “Why don’t you come and have some tea with me?” Shadow said listlessly. “Constantly posing by the window is boring.”

    “I’m not posing, I’m contemplating the future…”

    “Alright, alright, I know you’re standing on a stool under that robe. If it’s too much trouble to come down, I can just carry you.”

    “…If you wouldn’t mind.”

    After removing the heavy white robe, a small figure stood by the window.

    The world-renowned, revered human pillar, Saint “Illusion,” was only 1.3 meters tall, a veritable shorty.

    Even as Shadow lifted her up by her armpits, Illusion maintained her serious, composed expression.

    After setting Illusion down, Shadow picked up the tea set and began preparing tea.

    “Actually, what I wanted to say is, even with the current situation… convening the Grand Council of Cities is a bit excessive. The impact is too great, and many in the Noah Church are complaining.”

    “Let them come and tell me themselves,” Illusion said calmly, then frowned slightly. “Could you get me a stool? The table is too high.”

    “Oh, right.”

    Shadow quickly put down the tea set and placed the stool Illusion had been standing on under her chair.

    “As for the Grand Council… Shadow, don’t forget the Witch of Absolute Death war three hundred years ago.”

    Illusion’s expression was serious, although her childish face made it less intimidating.

    Shadow paused, then said, “I know, but the world is different now. Humanity has been at peace for too long; they need time to adjust.”

    “We are also human, don’t underestimate them. What I’ve seen in Yan City these past few days is more valuable than decades of meditation in the Sanctuary… And stop pouring, the cup is full.”

    “Ah, sorry!” Shadow quickly stopped pouring, but the spilled tea had already soaked the documents on the table. “Oops, I seem to have caused some trouble…”

    “As you said, they’re just boring documents. I haven’t finished writing my… ahem, never mind.”

    “What were you writing?” Shadow perked up instantly.

    When it came to gossip, Hua Qiling was a mere amateur compared to Shadow, the true master. Many secrets had been leaked through her.

    —Including Illusion’s embarrassing past, which she had compiled and published.

    Otherwise… why would Illusion submit such things?

    …Probably not, right?

    “I think we should be discussing more important matters, like humanity’s future, not such trivial things… And besides, I just misspoke, that’s all,” Illusion said calmly.

    “Heh, such a serious woman. I thought you had changed, but you’re still the same.”

    “…I don’t want to argue about this,” Illusion changed the subject. “Anyway, the Grand Council is happening.”

    “Why are you so insistent on this?” Shadow said, resting her chin on her hand. “I, the Eleventh Saint, have been running around trying to dissuade you, and you still haven’t changed your mind.”

    “The matter of the Primordial Demons must be handled carefully, especially now that the Witch of Envy’s descent has been confirmed,” Illusion said softly. “The mega-cities of the Free Federation are too complacent. Even Lannister panicked at the mere hint of a demonic aura. What will happen if they truly face one?”

    “Well, Lannister has been focused on trade for so long, we have to understand…” Shadow drawled, swinging her long legs.

    Illusion, finding this incredibly irritating, looked away. “But this won’t do. Everyone has to understand the gravity of this threat.”

    “Oh, you look like a child who hasn’t even been weaned, yet you act like an old woman,” Shadow said, exasperated. “Do you even know what happened after you announced the Grand Council?

    “Panic! The entire human world is in chaos because of your announcement! Only a few mega-cities under martial law are maintaining order; the rest are in complete disarray!

    “The Noah Church has been working overtime for three days and nights, and they’re still chugging ‘Focus’ potions!”

    Almost all mega-cities were hoarding resources, nearly half had closed their lifelines, and over two-thirds of the communication relay stations in the Endless Wasteland had gone silent.

    “Is it really that serious?” Illusion said, skeptical. “I remember… the last time we convened the Grand Council, everyone was quite enthusiastic…”

    “…My dear sister, you didn’t even consider this before making the announcement?” Shadow looked at her in disbelief. “Was the situation back then the same as now? Back then, the Witch of Absolute Death had already destroyed over a dozen mega-cities, everyone was terrified!

    “We convened the Grand Council, deciding to unite all of humanity to face this world-ending threat. It was a morale booster!

    “And now? For most mega-cities, the demons haven’t even appeared yet! Announcing the Grand Council now only causes unnecessary panic!”

    Illusion was taken aback; she hadn’t considered this, only wanting to unite humanity quickly.

    But her expression turned serious.

    “But I believe… even with the inconvenience… this is necessary.

    “That tragedy… I don’t want to experience it again, and neither should humanity.”

    Seeing Illusion’s childish yet serious expression, Shadow fell silent.

    Her thoughts drifted back three hundred years.

    Back then, she hadn’t been “Shadow,” just Illusion’s best friend.

    In that war centuries ago, not only had the Sword Saint Sect Master died, but over half of the Twelve Saints had also perished.

    Illusion was one of the few survivors.

    She had seen too much.

    Perhaps this was why she was so insistent on the Grand Council, wanting to unite humanity before another disaster struck, before everything became irreversible.

    “Alright, since you insist… I can only agree,” Shadow sighed. “I’ll deal with the others, you just focus on preparing for the Grand Council.”

    “Huh?” Illusion paused. “What others?”

    “Who else do you think I’m here for?” Shadow put her hands on her hips. “The Church officials came crying to me, the other Saints came asking… Do you have any idea how difficult this is for me?”

    Illusion was the Fourth Saint. The top three were currently in the Holy Domain, suppressing the Witch of Absolute Death. She was the highest-ranking Saint available.

    And with her unpredictable temper (or rather, her unique way of thinking), few dared to speak to her directly.

    So, they had to go through Shadow, Illusion’s closest friend.

    “Mm… thank you for your hard work,” Illusion nodded. “I should also start preparing for the Grand Council.”

    She turned and walked towards her desk.

    Looking at Illusion’s small, lonely figure, Shadow felt a pang of sadness.

    Yes, Illusion was currently the highest-ranking Saint, but three hundred years ago, she had been the tenth.

    Almost all the Saints above her had died in that war, and now, she had few friends, few who understood her.

    The world of the New Era was constantly changing, the peace lasting for so long… but Illusion was still stuck in that disaster three hundred years ago, the disaster that almost brought about humanity’s extinction.

    I should take her out sometime…

    Shadow sighed deeply and turned to leave, melting into the shadows.

    But before she could, she saw Illusion taking out a pen and paper.

    “Wait, what are you preparing?” Shadow’s melancholic mood vanished as she realized something. “Don’t tell me…”

    “Elise has been exposed, I can’t use that identity anymore. I need a new one for the Grand Council, so I’m writing a new backstory,” Illusion said, chewing on her pen. “My father’s name is Lislake, a frustrated law professor, my mother is deceased…”

    “…I was wrong.”

    “Hm? Wrong about what?”

    “Nothing, just… take your time, prepare well…”

    Shadow’s previous sadness vanished instantly.

    But this… was just Illusion, wasn’t it?

    “This is the real you,” Shadow smiled, watching Illusion diligently writing, her expression serious. “Compared to back then, you seem to have changed so much, yet… you haven’t changed at all…”

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c90

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 90 – Forgotten

    A few days later, Lannister.

    Although they were supposed to treat Luo Yan as an ordinary guest, she was still the cause of the recent panic in Lannister; they couldn’t be careless.

    Preparations had to be made, and her accommodation carefully chosen and arranged.

    So, after several days of delay, Luo Yan and Hua Qingling remained in the forest.

    Lannister had sent messengers to apologize for the delay, but according to their reports, Miss Luo Yan didn’t seem to mind.

    In her conversations with the messengers, she had been quite agreeable.

    And the messengers had gathered a significant amount of information from these conversations, compiling a valuable report.

    Ignoring the lengthy descriptions of Miss Luo Yan’s appearance, the information was crucial for Lannister.

    Norian even set aside all other matters to focus on this.

    Most of Lannister’s higher-ups, besides the Council of Elders, only knew that Norian was prioritizing this matter, unaware of Luo Yan’s true identity, or that she was the cause of the recent chaos.

    Therefore, speculations ran rampant.

    The most popular theory was that she was an Elder’s illegitimate daughter, but the other Elders, usually Norian’s rivals, remained silent, even subtly suppressing any dissent, further deepening the mystery.

    And so, after several days of fermentation, even before entering the city, Luo Yan’s rumored identity had shifted from an Elder’s illegitimate daughter to that of a Bishop’s from the Noah Church.

    …Regardless, she was always an illegitimate daughter.

    It should be clarified that the Noah Holy Church wasn’t the same as the Noah Church. The Noah Church was the ruling body of Noah, worshipping the Noah Holy Church.

    And the Noah Holy Church had few members, consisting of the Saint, the Twelve Saints, and the Saint’s Servants, including the Holy Knights, the War Priests, etc., less than a thousand in total.

    The Noah Church, although a religious organization, was actually a powerful ruling body, controlling all aspects of Noah.

    The Lannister Council wouldn’t be so concerned about the Noah Holy Church, but the Noah Church… that was a different matter.

    Of course, only the Lannister Council and Grandma Zoya, and Hua Qingling, who was with Luo Yan, knew the truth.

    Everyone else didn’t even know who they were preparing to receive, or when.

    This was Norian’s deliberate strategy, to avoid further controversy.

    Although the Saint had given her assurances… who could guarantee the Saint’s guarantee?

    Bringing such a dangerous individual to Lannister was risky, and the more people who knew, the greater the risk.

    Therefore, maintaining the status quo was the best option.

    After several days of preparation, Norian, satisfied, decided to personally welcome Luo Yan to Lannister.

    This was an unprecedented act for a city leader. Even Lin Cheng, the City Lord of Yan City, hadn’t appeared when Luo Yan arrived.

    Norian, compared to Lin Cheng, was like Lannister compared to Yan City, their status and power vastly different.

    “I wasn’t planning on meeting her personally…”

    Norian walked beside Grandma Zoya on the forest path, sighing.

    In terms of strength, Norian had only barely reached “Peril” level through the use of drugs, mainly for the extended lifespan.

    He wasn’t talented, even considered weak. If he were in Yan City, with their limited resources, he might not even reach “Ruin” level.

    However, as a city leader, personal strength wasn’t that important.

    Being a capable fighter didn’t necessarily make one a good leader. Only two or three members of the Council were above “Peril” level, and they were mostly reliant on drugs.

    Norian valued his life. Meeting this dangerous individual meant risking death.

    Even if it was just a one in ten thousand chance… it was still a possibility.

    “Don’t worry, she’s just a little girl,” Grandma Zoya chuckled. “Quite cute, and very polite. Even this old woman was addressed as ‘Mister’.”

    In the past few days, whether for Lannister’s sake or her own curiosity, Grandma Zoya had visited the forest several times.

    In her subsequent interactions with Luo Yan, she hadn’t noticed the unusual aura from their first meeting, and the giant beasts, although still lingering in the area, no longer surrounded her.

    “What, Grandma Zoya, did you also try to set her up with your eighteen-year-old son?”

    Norian’s interest was piqued, his mustache twitching.

    Grandma Zoya had a habit of trying to set up any promising young person, regardless of gender, with her youngest son… She had been doing this since he was ten.

    “Ahem… I know where to draw the line…”

    Grandma Zoya coughed, avoiding the topic.

    How could she possibly suggest such a thing?!

    More detailed information about the Yan City incident had arrived in Lannister.

    Due to Luo Yan, Lannister took this information very seriously, the Council holding several meetings to discuss it.

    Ultimately… they reached no conclusion.

    But no conclusion was also a conclusion. It meant that the Saint didn’t want anyone interfering; her firm stance had made that clear.

    Grandma Zoya wasn’t foolish or reckless, so she pretended to be oblivious to Luo Yan’s unusual qualities, minimizing contact with her.

    However, setting that aside… this girl named Luo Yan… did make Grandma Zoya want to introduce her to her son…

    Of course, she wouldn’t actually do it.

    They walked through the forest, approaching the location where Luo Yan had appeared.

    Norian hadn’t brought any guards. Grandma Zoya’s presence alone was more than enough.

    “It’s just up ahead… You don’t have to hide behind me, Elder Norian,” Grandma Zoya said, amused by his nervousness.

    It was rare to see Lannister’s Chief Elder so flustered…

    “I’m just a ‘Peril’ level ability user, and one who relies on drugs at that. Facing such a mysterious and potentially dangerous individual, how can I not be nervous?”

    Norian wasn’t pretending to be brave. He hid behind Grandma Zoya without shame.

    “Heh, if you were in front of your juniors…”

    “Miss Luo Yan!”

    Luo Yan’s clear voice echoed before Grandma Zoya could finish her sarcastic remark.

    Norian, hearing the voice, discreetly moved further behind Grandma Zoya.

    Two small figures emerged from the morning mist, Luo Yan and Hua Qingling walking towards them.

    Norian, having met Hua Qingling before, immediately recognized the other girl as their target, Miss Luo Yan.

    His gaze was drawn to her, and he was instantly captivated.

    No wonder the messenger had spent so much time describing her… she was truly a rare beauty.

    As Lannister’s Chief Elder, Norian had seen countless beautiful women.

    Even Chris Tina, the Free Federation’s current “national goddess,” he had met several times.

    In fact, he was almost tired of seeing her. Whenever there was a major event in Lannister, they would invite Miss Chris to sing.

    After all, Lannister had money, lots of it.

    But words couldn’t describe the girl before him. Comparing her to Miss Chris would be absurd.

    This was a different kind of beauty, as if she was the very definition of “beauty.”

    Fortunately, this “beauty” didn’t have any mind-altering effects, at least not yet.

    After a moment of stunned silence, Norian regained his composure.

    He had anticipated this. He coughed and introduced himself.

    “Miss Luo Yan, Miss Hua Qingling, I am Norian, Chief Elder of Lannister. Welcome to Lannister. I apologize for the delay and the… less than ideal accommodations.”

    “It’s alright, it’s alright, I know I’m… special. If it’s too much trouble, I can just leave,” Luo Yan waved her hands dismissively.

    She had simply been lost and hadn’t intended to enter Lannister.

    If she hadn’t encountered Grandma Zoya and Hua Qingling (or perhaps it was fate?), she would have likely re-entered the void to find her way after resting.

    …Although, after leaving One’s body, Luo Yan’s ability to sense void nodes seemed to be… malfunctioning. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have ended up in Lannister.

    In the past few days, Luo Yan had learned much from Hua Qingling, mostly about Lannister and Noah.

    She had also contacted Yan City, although only through Hua Qingling’s limited communicator, and learned about the situation there.

    The Yan City incident was over, and the reconstruction was underway.

    Luo Yan was relieved, free to head towards Noah.

    However… the messenger from Lannister had said someone would come to escort her to Noah, but hadn’t specified who.

    Out of curiosity and politeness, Luo Yan had decided to wait.

    And having someone to guide her was also preferable; she didn’t want to get lost again…

    “Don’t worry, Miss Luo Yan, I’m also acting on someone’s request,” Norian said, his expression relaxing slightly seeing her agreeable demeanor.

    “And Lannister welcomes all guests. As long as you abide by our laws, even refugees… are treated with respect.”

    “Even refugees…?”

    Luo Yan blinked. It wasn’t that she looked down on refugees, but she knew that most mega-cities shunned them.

    Even Yan City, which turned a blind eye to refugees sneaking into the Abandoned District, was an exception.

    Ultimately, it was a matter of resources.

    Even with the “Ember’s” endless energy, resources were still scarce; they couldn’t afford to support more refugees.

    Or rather… they could, but they didn’t want to. No one wanted to spend their precious resources on these unproductive “sinners.”

    “Of course, this is the pride of Lannister,” Norian said proudly. “Refugees can earn food and shelter through work, and even the lowliest criminal can earn a roof over their head through honest labor.”

    Norian wasn’t lying. As a trading hub, Lannister had the resources to accommodate refugees.

    Of course, he didn’t mention that refugees’ wages were only one-tenth of ordinary citizens’, and they were usually assigned the most menial and undesirable jobs.

    He wasn’t deliberately hiding this, but simply because… refugees were rejected by most mega-cities.

    For a city like Lannister to offer them work, even with meager pay, was already a blessing.

    “That sounds… nice. I’m looking forward to seeing this mega-city,” Luo Yan said, her interest piqued, then she paused and asked, “But you said you were acting on someone’s request… Whose request?”

    “On… I apologize,” Norian started to answer, then hesitated, remembering that the Saint hadn’t said whether he could reveal her involvement. “You’ll find out… eventually.”

    What if the Saint didn’t want Miss Luo Yan to know yet?

    It was best to be cautious.

    “Alright, I’ll wait.”

    Luo Yan didn’t press further. She couldn’t imagine who would escort her to Noah.

    And since she couldn’t figure it out, she wouldn’t bother.

    Norian, thinking he had handled the situation well, stepped aside and gestured towards the city.

    “This way, Miss Luo Yan.”

    “Although your stay in Lannister will be brief… I still hope you enjoy our city.”

    Luo Yan nodded and stepped forward expectantly.

    But just then, she felt an inexplicable tremor in her heart, and a faint voice whispered in her ear,

    “Finally… found you…”

    “I’ve wandered for centuries… a small white flower…”

    Luo Yan stopped.

    “Who?”

    “What’s wrong?” They turned to Luo Yan, Norian’s expression the most anxious.

    He was the most worried about something going wrong.

    Luo Yan was silent for a moment, then shook her head.

    “Sorry, it’s nothing, just my imagination.”

    Noah, the Sanctuary.

    Within the solemn white hall, intricate patterns adorned the walls, the floor, even the supporting pillars.

    Several figures were scattered throughout the hall, sitting, standing, or lying down.

    Their eyes were closed, as if they had been in this position for centuries.

    And in the center of the hall, bound by countless white chains to a dark throne, sat a small, dark figure.

    She slowly opened her eyes, black tears rolling down her cheeks.

    “I… haven’t forgotten…”

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c89

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 89 – Black and White, and Gray

    In reality, Yan City, in the midst of rebuilding, couldn’t spare anyone for the Grand Council of Cities.

    High-ranking officials like Lin Cheng and Li Ping were too busy, and those below them were needed for the reconstruction efforts.

    As for those even lower…

    It was pointless.

    As a newly established mega-city, Yan City had little influence in the Grand Council.

    Therefore, it didn’t matter who they sent.

    Choosing Anna… was entirely Elise’s idea, relayed to Yan City through the Holy Knight-Captain.

    But when Lin Cheng learned that the Holy Knight-Captain had designated a girl named “Anna,” whom he didn’t know, he was alarmed and immediately investigated.

    After the investigation, however, his expression turned even stranger, his gaze shifting between the impassive Holy Knight-Captain and Anna’s photo.

    So the Holy Knight-Captain has… this kind of hobby…?

    However, this misunderstanding was cleared up when Anna and Elise appeared. Even Lin Cheng could sense the respect shown towards this young woman by the Holy Knight-Captain.

    And so, Anna’s attendance at the Grand Council as Yan City’s representative was decided.

    After calming down, Hua Qiling also understood Yan City’s intentions.

    Yan City was too weak, too insignificant to have any real influence in the Grand Council, even though they were the reason for it being convened.

    And having just suffered a near-city-destroying disaster, they were short-handed.

    In this situation, sending a random representative was better than assembling a delegation.

    However, she hadn’t expected them to choose Anna.

    “It seems this ‘Elise’… isn’t simple.”

    Hua Qiling pondered, then, seeing Anna’s increasingly nervous expression, she raised an eyebrow. “What, don’t want to leave Yan City?”

    “A little…” Anna mumbled. “If Second Sister Hua is unhappy, I won’t go.”

    “Go, why wouldn’t you go?” Hua Qiling said, hands on her hips. “Noah! That’s the largest human mega-city, completely different from this small town of Yan City.

    “Since you have a chance to see the world, you can’t miss it!”

    Hua Qiling paused, her voice softening.

    “Just… remember to come back.”

    “Mm-hmm!” Anna nodded vigorously, then, as if remembering something, she slapped her forehead. “Oh right, Second Sister Hua, Elise said we have to go to Lannister to find Miss Luo Yan first. Do you have anything you want to tell her?”

    “Tell her… I don’t really know…” Hua Qiling’s expression was conflicted. “Or rather, there’s too much I want to say, but you wouldn’t understand…”

    “It’s okay, it’s okay, tell me everything, I’ll remember it,” Anna smiled mischievously. “I’m sure Miss Luo Yan also misses you very much, hee hee…”

    “Go on, you little rascal,” Hua Qiling said, then hesitated. “Just tell Miss Luo Yan that… ‘Hua Qiling is doing well’… Is that enough?”

    “Just that? Don’t you have anything else to say?” Anna asked, holding a notebook. “That’s not even a full page!”

    “Heh, I know what you’re thinking, but I’m not telling you,” Hua Qiling crossed her arms. “I’ll go to Noah myself and tell Miss Luo Yan personally when I’m free.”

    “Tch, Second Sister Hua is so boring.”

    “You little brat, getting sassy, are you?!”

    Hua Qiling’s face flushed with mock anger, and she pretended to lunge at Anna.

    Anna dodged and stuck her tongue out at Hua Qiling before running off.

    Watching her go, Hua Qiling’s anger subsided, and she shook her head, amused.

    …It was good to see her back to her usual energetic self. A quiet Anna was strange.

    “Hmph, how can I just say one sentence?” Hua Qiling muttered, pulling out a pen and paper. “A message… I’ll just write a letter.”

    In another hospital ward.

    Due to the unusual nature of Qin Wen’s injuries, she couldn’t be moved to a regular ward.

    This ward, personally secured by the Holy Knight-Captain (actually Elise), was protected by a powerful anti-demon barrier, comparable to the “Ember’s” space. Everyone entering and leaving was thoroughly checked for any traces of demonic power.

    Even with the inexplicable disappearance of the demonic corruption within Qin Wen, the strict security measures remained in place.

    Anything related to a Primordial Demon warranted such caution.

    Qin Wen sat on the bed, staring blankly ahead.

    This had been going on for a while; she hadn’t yet recovered from the trauma.

    Just then, footsteps echoed from outside, and a hunched, elderly figure silently appeared beside her.

    “Wen’er.”

    A deep voice, heavier than usual.

    Qin Wen turned stiffly, looking at her closest, most respected relative.

    “Master…”

    The Sword Saint Sect Master.

    No one knew his name; his past, like the Sword Saint sect itself, was shrouded in mystery.

    But no one could ignore this unyielding mountain, this sharp sword of humanity.

    “Am I… useless?” Qin Wen lowered her head. “I actually became… an accomplice to a demon…”

    Regardless of the circumstances, Qin Wen had been the catalyst for this disaster.

    Although no one blamed her, she couldn’t use the excuse of being controlled to absolve herself. Her mistake remained.

    “Yes, you are useless,” the Sword Saint Sect Master nodded, then his voice sharpened. “But do you intend to remain useless? Did you ever imagine yourself like this?”

    Qin Wen looked up, startled by her master’s rare display of seriousness and his harsh words.

    “Who are you?”

    The old man’s gaze was sharp, like a blade.

    “I… am Qin Wen.”

    “No, that’s not the answer the Sword Saint sect needs. Tell me, who are you?” He pointed at her. “Where is your answer?”

    “My answer…” Qin Wen murmured, her eyes unfocused. “But… who am I? Where… is my answer…?”

    The old man watched her silently for a long moment, then sighed deeply.

    “Wen’er, you’ve changed a lot since coming to Yan City, but whether this change should be called growth… depends on you.”

    He smiled wryly, his expression softening as he gently stroked her hair, just like he used to.

    “Before, you only thought with your sword, acted with your sword, but now… you hesitate, you no longer rely solely on your sword, you’ve learned to think.”

    “My sword…”

    Qin Wen looked down at her hands.

    Yes, even when she had betrayed herself, her sword had remained true.

    Neither living nor dead, existing only to slay demons.

    Just like before, if she sensed even a trace of a demon, she would pursue it relentlessly, never giving up.

    But now… she hesitated?

    “I’m not unaware of your experiences in Yan City, but I don’t know if these changes are good or bad, because this is your path… you must walk it yourself,” the old man whispered. “Answer me again, Wen’er, who are you?”

    Who am I?

    How could she answer this question?

    Qin Wen closed her eyes.

    She recalled her days hunting demons in the Endless Wasteland, and the guilt she felt when she mistook Miss Luo Yan for a demon…

    For the first time, she realized that the world wasn’t just black and white, but also shades of gray, filled with suffering and struggle.

    So, what had she been pursuing all this time?

    Her black and white worldview had shattered, replaced by an endless expanse of gray…

    She had begun to hesitate, she had set aside her sword that only saw black and white, abandoning her initial innocence and purity, lost in the gray.

    And her master’s words reminded her… that she still had her sword.

    Yes, her sword couldn’t distinguish between gray, black, and white, but it could give her the most direct, the purest, answer.

    “…I understand, Master.”

    A spark returned to Qin Wen’s eyes.

    “I am… Qin Wen of the Sword Saint sect, and my sword… will answer this question.”

    Several swords materialized, their humming a response to Qin Wen.

    “There’s an old saying from a religion in the Old Era, describing a person’s state of mind,” the old man said slowly. “Worldly detachment, worldly engagement, then detachment again, then engagement again.”

    “Your training in the Endless Wasteland forged your resolute sword heart, a state of ‘worldly detachment.’ And during your time in Yan City, you learned to think, to make choices… You’ve experienced ‘worldly engagement’.”

    “So now, Wen’er, it’s time for ‘detachment’ again. Use your sword, and see the world’s suffering and struggles once more.”

    “And when you return to ‘engagement’… the name of the Sword Saint… will resound throughout the world because of you.”

    Qin Wen wasn’t excited by her master’s words. Her expression turned serious.

    “But Master, can I… truly do this?”

    She, who claimed to slay all demons, had been tainted by a demon, almost committing an unforgivable act…

    Could such a person… truly live up to the name of the Sword Saint?

    “That’s for you to decide,” the old man shrugged. “Leave Yan City. Take your sword, and your thoughts, and I will await your return.

    “When that day comes, I can proudly proclaim that I am the master… and the father… of ‘Sword Saint Qin Wen’.”

    The old man straightened his back, his expression no longer playful, but filled with pride and expectation.

    Qin Wen rarely saw him so serious, but she knew that he had always been this way, simply hiding it beneath a playful facade.

    She smiled faintly at him, then stood up resolutely, leaving the bed.

    The swords around her vanished, but their sharp aura lingered.

    Just like before, Qin Wen looked like a drawn blade.

    But unlike before, this blade’s edge was now sheathed.

    “It’s time… to start anew.”

    Qin Wen’s gaze hardened, and she walked out of the ward, heading towards the exit of Yan City.

    She didn’t say goodbye to her master, because she knew that he… her father… would always be with her.

    Always.

    The Sword Saint Sect Master watched Qin Wen leave, his serious expression quickly crumbling.

    He slapped his knee and wailed dramatically.

    “Oh Wen’er, my daughter has grown up and left me… She didn’t even say goodbye…”

    “Alright, alright, old man, she can’t hear you even if you cry.”

    An impatient female voice sounded, and a tall, beautiful figure appeared. Elise said, exasperated.

    “Don’t call me old man, you old hag, you’re older than me!” The Sword Saint Sect Master glared at her. “I remember clearly, you and my father were of the same generation, and he even pursued you!”

    “…I am Elise, thirty-one years old.”

    “Stop pretending, you old Illusion hag, I almost had to call you Mom! Oh wait… if my father had actually succeeded… would I even exist?”

    “I told you, I’m not Illusion, I’m Elise,” Elise turned away, stubbornly clinging to her persona, even though it had long since crumbled.

    “Keep pretending…”

    The Sword Saint Sect Master muttered.

    “By the way, I heard you attacked Dawn?” Elise raised an eyebrow. “Two ‘Destruction’ level Cadres were injured, and that Rhine, who started the war, is now half-paralyzed. As their elder… wasn’t that a bit much?”

    “They attacked Wen’er! If it weren’t for them, she wouldn’t have been targeted by the Witch of Envy!” the old man grumbled. “Besides, my grandfather was their Fifth Mister, so technically, I was just disciplining them on his behalf…”

    “…Isn’t it a bit strange for someone your age to keep mentioning your father and grandfather?”

    “Isn’t it stranger for you, an old hag, to pretend to be young?”

    “I told you, I’m thirty-one…”

    “Ugh, just drop the act, old woman.”

    Only the Sword Saint Sect Master dared to speak to Elise like this. Anyone else who knew her true identity wouldn’t dare be so disrespectful.

    “And that ‘Miss Luo Yan’… what are your plans for her?”

    The Sword Saint Sect Master hesitated, then asked.

    After this disaster, and considering all the signs, he realized that Luo Yan might not be an ordinary Demonically Infected.

    Elise glanced at him and replied,

    “I’ll take her to meet the ‘Saint.’ If she’s related to what happened back then… we’ll find out.”

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c88

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 88 – Humanity’s Civilization Is Always in Peril

    Yan City.

    After the communication ended, the Holy Knight-Captain immediately relayed the results to the participants of the secret meeting.

    Most of the reinforcements from other mega-cities remained in Yan City to assist with reconstruction, while some acted as messengers, carrying the news back to their respective cities.

    However, the team leaders all stayed behind as representatives, waiting for further instructions in the Yan City conference room.

    Upon learning that the Witch of Envy hadn’t truly descended, and that the mysterious girl was the victor, everyone was relieved, but their relief quickly turned to anxiety.

    Lin Cheng hadn’t revealed the full truth, concealing Luo Yan’s existence and instead attributing the victory to the girl everyone had seen, presumably the “Eldest Mister.”

    After all, only he and Rhine knew what had truly transpired within the “Ember’s” space.

    And Rhine wouldn’t reveal the truth either, remaining silent about Lin Cheng’s version of events.

    Similarly, in Lannister, only the higher-ups and Grandma Zoya knew about Luo Yan’s existence, and combined with the reports from Yan City, they had pieced together the truth.

    But due to Elise’s warning, they also kept it secret.

    Luo Yan’s existence was, for now, concealed.

    Therefore, what worried the meeting participants most was what to do with this mysterious girl.

    …Or rather, who would claim her.

    Having defeated the Witch of Envy, her strength was undoubtedly above “Destruction” level.

    Whether for the Free Federation, Dawn, other factions, or even the competing mega-cities within the Free Federation, a “Destruction” level ability user was a game-changer.

    Whispers filled the conference room, every word reaching the Holy Knight-Captain’s ears.

    He listened to their increasingly outlandish speculations, his expression impassive, but his head throbbed.

    If it weren’t for the Saint’s orders, he wouldn’t be presiding over this troublesome meeting.

    As a valiant knight, he should be on the front lines, not playing word games with these “clever” people.

    Fortunately, this didn’t last long. Elise’s voice echoed in his mind.

    After listening intently, the Knight-Captain’s expression turned serious. He tapped the table lightly with his armored fingers.

    “Everyone, please be quiet.”

    A force silenced the room.

    All eyes turned to the Holy Knight-Captain at the head of the table.

    “The Saint has sent a message,” the Knight-Captain said, ignoring Elise’s mental protests. “She, representing the Sanctuary and the Twelve Saints, will take responsibility for the ‘Witch of Envy’ incident.”

    The room erupted in murmurs.

    The Saint herself was involved?

    But thinking about it, a matter of this level could only be handled by a Saint.

    Entrusting it to anyone else would be too controversial.

    Since the “Witch of Absolute Death” war, the Twelve Saints had rarely appeared in public, only a few making occasional appearances every few decades.

    After centuries, they had become legends, even more mysterious than the recently deceased Mister Nine.

    At least Mister Nine, due to his leadership of Dawn, had appeared in public from time to time.

    “As you all know, this is a serious matter, not just the reappearance of the ‘Witch of Envy’,” the Knight-Captain continued, his expression grave. “It could also mean… the awakening of the other slumbering Primordial Demons, the return of the Calamity Tide that once ravaged the world…

    “The Witch of Envy isn’t dead, merely retreated. We don’t know if, or when, she will return.”

    He looked around the room, seeing hesitation and calculation in their eyes.

    “‘Humanity’s civilization is always in peril’—these are the Saint’s words, words the Noah Holy Church has never forgotten. But now… it seems we are the only ones who remember.”

    The world had been at peace for too long, creating a false sense of security.

    Everyone seemed to have forgotten that the dormant Primordial Demons hadn’t vanished, that they could awaken at any moment, bringing another apocalypse.

    The participants were silent, their thoughts unknown to the Knight-Captain.

    “One more thing, due to this incident, and the necessary follow-up actions, the Twelve Saints have decided to convene a Grand Council of Cities, to be held in Noah three months from now,” the Knight-Captain announced.

    “A formal notice will be sent to all mega-cities, and other human factions will also receive invitations.”

    “There’s no need for excessive panic, but we cannot underestimate the implications of this matter. The Saints will provide further explanations at the Grand Council.”

    This preemptive warning was necessary. The last Grand Council had been convened during the Witch of Absolute Death war, a total mobilization of humanity’s forces, to fight the fully manifested Witch.

    That war had decimated humanity’s elites, barely managing to seal the Witch away again.

    …That kind of full descent was completely different from the current “Witch of Envy” incident.

    The mere presence of the Witch of Absolute Death in her true form had destroyed several mega-cities.

    And this time, it was just a fragment of her aura.

    “That’s all for now,” the Knight-Captain shrugged. “Those who wish to remain in Yan City and assist with the reconstruction can stay. The rest of you, please return and prepare.”

    Finally, this ordeal was over… The Knight-Captain’s stoic exterior hid his relief.

    Three minutes of this political maneuvering was worse than three days and nights of fighting.

    The Knight-Captain was relieved, but the others were worried.

    Despite the warning, the announcement of the Grand Council still reminded them of the Witch of Absolute Death war centuries ago.

    …That war hadn’t just decimated humanity’s elites, but also indirectly caused the decline of countless mega-cities.

    Not destroyed by the Witch of Absolute Death directly, but because their protectors had perished in that war, countless lives lost like grains of sand.

    It was a legendary war, sung by bards, a war that birthed countless heroes and stories.

    But in its aftermath, only devastation remained.

    The mega-cities had to consider the potential consequences of another world war. No one wanted to experience that again.

    It might be an opportunity, but the cost…

    “A Grand Council…”

    Regardless, no one could refuse an invitation from the Twelve Saints of Noah, not even Dawn.

    Meanwhile, in a Yan City hospital ward.

    After learning that Luo Yan was alive, Lin Cheng immediately informed Qin Wen and Hua Qiling.

    After a period of recovery, and with the help of a healing priest from the Holy Knight team, Qin Wen had awakened.

    She remembered everything that had happened while under the “Witch of Envy’s” influence.

    The “Demonic Qin Wen” and the real Qin Wen were one and the same in her memories, every thought and feeling vivid.

    Especially the final prayer to the “Witch of Envy,” and the burning of her soul while facing Luo Yan, filled Qin Wen with anguish.

    She constantly frowned in her sleep, her troubled mind preventing her from resting, any noise startling her awake.

    This had been going on for a while, and Qin Wen now looked haggard, her tall frame gaunt and thin.

    However, considering her condition, her survival was practically a miracle.

    Ninety-nine percent of her consciousness had been consumed by the “Witch of Envy,” her soul completely corrupted, and the final, desperate act of piercing her own throat had almost extinguished her remaining will.

    If it weren’t for the inexplicable disappearance of the demonic corruption, even with the healing priest’s help, she wouldn’t have survived.

    Learning that Luo Yan was safe, Qin Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

    She felt responsible for forcing Luo Yan to confront the “Witch of Envy,” the guilt a constant torment.

    Hua Qiling’s reaction, however, was more subdued. She had had a feeling that Miss Luo Yan wouldn’t die so easily.

    Not even the Witch of Envy could take her life.

    This news simply confirmed her intuition.

    What surprised her more was another piece of news…

    “Sister… met Miss Luo Yan…?”

    What a strange coincidence!

    And why… did she feel such unease upon hearing this?

    This news, more than Luo Yan’s “death,” made Hua Qiling’s heart pound, a sudden urge to rush to Lannister rising within her.

    But she quickly calmed herself.

    Yan City, in the midst of reconstruction, needed her. And with her sister there, shouldn’t she be more at ease about Miss Luo Yan?

    Should she?

    The image of her sister and Miss Luo Yan, chatting and laughing, appeared in her mind, and Hua Qiling quickly shook her head, dispelling these strange thoughts.

    “Hua Qiling, what are you thinking…?”

    She slapped her slightly flushed cheeks, trying to regain her composure.

    Just then, she saw a small head peeking in from the doorway.

    “Anna?” Hua Qiling raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you come in?”

    The small head flinched, and Anna entered, her head lowered, her voice filled with grievance.

    “Second Sister Hua…”

    “Just call me… never mind, what is it?”

    Hua Qiling looked at Anna, puzzled. When had this usually boisterous child become so quiet?

    “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Anna bowed repeatedly, tears in her eyes. “The Flower Shop… it’s destroyed…”

    “Uh…”

    Hua Qiling was stunned. She hadn’t expected this.

    At the end of the war, Rhine, to force a breakthrough, had summoned a sandstorm that had swept through the core district, heading straight for the Ember Furnace.

    Buildings along its path had been destroyed, including, unfortunately, the Flower Shop.

    In the sandstorm’s wake, the shop, carefully decorated by Hua Qingling and Hua Qiling, and lovingly tended to by Anna, was now in ruins.

    Judging from Anna’s red, swollen eyes, she had been crying for a long time.

    But her first reaction was to apologize to Hua Qiling and Hua Qingling, for the shop they had entrusted to her.

    “It’s not your fault,” Hua Qiling scratched her head. “The shop is gone, it’s a pity, but…”

    Seeing Anna’s tears, she sighed and patted her head.

    “Don’t be sad, we can just rebuild it.”

    “There’s no need…”

    Anna mumbled, lowering her head further.

    “Hm?” Hua Qiling paused, her hand still on Anna’s head. “Why?”

    “I’m… leaving Yan City soon,” Anna whispered. “Actually, I came here to say goodbye…”

    “Leaving?” Hua Qiling was surprised. “Where are you going?”

    “To… Noah,” Anna mumbled. “Elise said I should represent Yan City at the Grand Council of Cities… She said everyone else is too busy, and it’s not like Yan City has anything to contribute anyway, so anyone will do…”

    Hua Qiling’s expression was a mixture of shock and disbelief.

    Of course, she knew what the Grand Council of Cities was, having diligently studied the history of the Witch of Absolute Death war.

    It was a historical event, the starting point of countless stories, both heroic and tragic.

    And this… Elise… had casually decided that Yan City could just send anyone?

    Who did she think she was?!

    “You… agreed?” Hua Qiling’s lips twitched. “Didn’t City Lord Lin say anything? What about the Director-General?”

    “They said it was fine… I didn’t want to go at first, but with the Flower Shop destroyed, I don’t know what to do…” Seeing Hua Qiling’s almost murderous gaze, Anna quickly added, “And Elise also said that… Miss Luo Yan will be there…”

    So that’s the real reason!

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c87

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 87 – The Saint

    Regardless, Grandma Zoya concealed Luo Yan’s presence, and the thirty-two-member investigation team returned to Lannister.

    On the way back, Grandma Zoya took the opportunity to ask Hua Qingling about Luo Yan.

    After piecing together the information, she found an excuse to leave Hua Qingling in the forest and returned to Lannister with the rest of the team.

    Upon arriving in Lannister, besides publicizing their successful mission, Grandma Zoya reported the more sensitive information to the highest authority.

    Lannister wasn’t ruled by a City Lord, but by the Council of Elders.

    Composed of twelve powerful families, each represented by a former or current family head.

    Although weaker than Grandma Zoya, they were all of a similar age, their lifespans extended by special methods.

    After deliberation, the Lannister Council decided to contact Yan City to learn more about the situation.

    The Lannister team in Yan City had reported on the current situation, but as an auxiliary force, their understanding was limited.

    For now, Lannister decided to treat “Luo Yan” as Yan City’s secret weapon.

    Yan City quickly responded to Lannister’s request, but unexpectedly… it wasn’t a high-ranking official who answered the call.

    When a familiar figure in armor appeared on the screen, the Lannister Council was surprised.

    “Greetings, Lannister Council. I am the Knight-Captain of the Holy Church,” a muffled voice echoed from within the armor, a massive sword planted beside him. “I apologize, but Yan City, having just endured a war, cannot spare the resources to respond to your inquiry. Therefore, I will answer your questions on their behalf.”

    The Council was silent for a moment, then the elder at the head of the table spoke.

    “Greetings, Knight-Captain. May I assume that… Noah has taken control of Yan City?”

    During such a sensitive period, even though the Holy Knights usually didn’t interfere in political matters, he couldn’t help but wonder.

    “The Holy Knights do not represent Noah, Mister Norian,” the Knight-Captain turned to the elder. “If Lannister faced a similar crisis to Yan City, the Holy Knights would offer the same assistance.”

    Norian—a small, wiry man with a shrewd, almost weaselly, appearance—was one of Lannister’s highest-ranking officials.

    Even within the twelve-member Council, their status wasn’t equal, divided into several factions, and Norian was the most prominent among them, half of the Council’s magistrates being his loyal followers.

    Of course, setting aside these political games, Norian was authorized to speak for the Council.

    “If the Holy Knights can answer our questions, that would be most welcome.”

    Norian exhaled, although inwardly, he was nervous.

    Dealing with Yan City would have been easy, demanding information and offering aid in return.

    But the Holy Knights… this was a different matter.

    After reading Grandma Zoya’s report, the Council had already set its sights on “Luo Yan.”

    To them, “Luo Yan” was a powerful weapon, wielding the Witch of Envy’s power.

    If they learned she was Yan City’s secret weapon, and she was now in Lannister territory, they wouldn’t simply return her; they would acquire her, by force if necessary.

    Or perhaps…

    Not even that would be necessary.

    Such intentions towards a unique individual like Luo Yan weren’t unusual, even “Noah” wasn’t above such considerations.

    The reason the Holy Knights didn’t have such thoughts was because they answered directly to the Noah Holy Church, only to the Twelve Saints.

    Of course, such schemes were unseemly and couldn’t be revealed to the Holy Knights.

    “A girl named ‘Luo Yan’ appeared in Lannister, causing city-wide panic due to her ‘Witch of Envy’ aura. I believe you are already aware of this,” Norian said gravely.

    “We want to know why ‘Luo Yan’ is in Lannister, why she carries the ‘Witch of Envy’s’ aura, and more importantly… is she harmless?”

    The Knight-Captain didn’t answer immediately.

    He was silent for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully.

    Then he sighed.

    “Saint… perhaps you should handle this,” the Knight-Captain turned to the figure beside him. “I’m not good at these… conversations.”

    “Call me Elise… I am not a Saint.”

    A cold voice echoed, and to the Council’s shock, a beautiful woman in a kitchen apron appeared on the screen, her expression indifferent.

    “Greetings.”

    Elise’s stiff, emotionless greeting was completely different from her previous playful demeanor, as if she were a different person.

    But the moment she appeared, the entire Lannister Council stood up, their right hands over their hearts, bowing respectfully.

    “Greetings, Saint, may your will be done.”

    “…I repeat, I am not a Saint,” Elise frowned, her displeasure evident. “My name is Elise.”

    So it’s Lady “Illusion”…

    The Elders confirmed her identity.

    “Sa… uh, Lady Elise,” Norian looked up nervously. “Your presence in Yan City… does it mean that…?”

    A Saint leaving Noah for such a remote location… it couldn’t be a small matter…

    And then there was the girl, Luo Yan.

    Could that mysterious girl truly be…?

    “I’m not a Saint, my presence in Yan City means nothing,” Elise interrupted him, her tone sharp.

    “As for your questions, you don’t need to know. Just treat her as a guest from afar.”

    “Huh? ‘Her’… you mean… Luo Yan?”

    Norian’s face flushed, his mustache twitching. “You must understand, her appearance in Lannister has caused…”

    “If you knew what almost happened in Yan City, you would realize how lucky Lannister is to have Miss Luo Yan, not Her,” Elise said bluntly.

    “Stop scheming, Norian, don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning. I’ve been watching you all these years, I just haven’t bothered to interfere.”

    Elise’s words silenced Norian, who stammered, sweat dripping down his face, but he didn’t dare argue.

    If this were any other day, the Elders who opposed him would be mocking him mercilessly, but not now.

    …Facing the Fourth Saint of the Twelve Saints, no one could do better than Norian.

    The Twelve Saints of Noah weren’t revered just for their status, but for a much simpler reason… their power.

    Over ten of the Twelve Saints were “Destruction” level ability users, and even the remaining two were just a step away.

    And unlike Grandma Zoya, who had barely reached “Destruction” level, the Saints were truly humanity’s pillars.

    Even Old Man Sword, compared to the Twelve Saints, was only around mid-tier in terms of strength.

    A single Grandma Zoya was treated as an honored guest in Lannister, her suggestions taken seriously by the Council, let alone the Fourth Saint.

    Fortunately, the Saints didn’t care about political struggles. They were called “Noah’s Saints” simply because they resided in Noah.

    If Lannister replaced Noah, they would simply be called the “Lannister Saints.”

    However, it was precisely because the Saints didn’t care about politics that “Illusion’s” presence in Yan City had made Norian so nervous.

    This was why Elise had been reluctant to reveal her identity. Even Lannister’s highest authorities reacted this way upon learning of a Saint’s travels, let alone others.

    After silencing Norian, Elise’s tone softened.

    “Don’t worry, as long as you treat Miss Luo Yan like an ordinary person, she’s harmless—and I’ll be coming to retrieve her soon.”

    “Yes, as you command, Sa… Lady Elise.”

    Norian could only agree.

    “E-li-se,” Elise frowned, emphasizing each syllable. “Not Saint. I am not a Saint.”

    Just drop the act, we all know who you are.

    Norian suppressed his urge to retort. They were all aware of Saint Illusion’s peculiar habit.

    Whenever she traveled using a “phantom puppet,” she would create a detailed backstory for it, from birth to the present.

    —Although these backstories were rarely relevant, once Illusion’s true consciousness took over, it was easy to tell.

    “One final warning, don’t try anything with her, absolutely not,” Elise’s expression turned serious. “I’m not protecting her, I’m protecting… you.”

    Seeing her serious expression, Norian understood the gravity of the situation and replied,

    “Rest assured, Lannister will follow your instructions and treat this young lady as an ordinary guest.”

    Elise nodded, then closed the communication channel without any further pleasantries.

    …She wasn’t one for pleasantries.

    As the Saint’s image vanished from the screen, the Council members breathed a sigh of relief.

    Even just an avatar, a mere image, the Fourth Saint’s presence had been incredibly oppressive, especially since she seemed to be in a bad mood.

    Unfortunately… the chaos and the heavy losses caused by this girl named “Luo Yan” would have to be borne by Lannister.

    Lannister was wealthy and could afford it, but it would still hurt, especially having to hire Grandma Zoya.

    A “Destruction” level ability user’s services didn’t come cheap.

    “Inform Grandma Zoya that we’ll allow this… Miss Luo Yan… to enter Lannister, and arrange accommodation for her,” Norian rubbed his temples. “A girl who carries the ‘Witch of Envy’s’ aura… A terrifying thought.”

    “Is this wise? Why not maintain the status quo?” another Elder frowned. “There could be serious risks… Lannister has people from various mega-cities; any incident could trigger a diplomatic crisis.”

    “The Saint herself guaranteed her safety and even asked us to treat her well. Do you want to argue with her?”

    Norian glanced at the Elder. “Sir Snow, if you have the courage to face Lady Illusion, I can risk contacting her again.”

    Sir Snow thought for a moment, then shrank back.

    “I have no objections.”

    This wasn’t cowardice, but respect for the Saint.

    Constantly disturbing her rest wouldn’t be appropriate…

    Illusion had already been a renowned expert before the Witch of Absolute Death war, her actual age far greater than any of the Elders present.

    Therefore, her reprimands felt like those of an elder scolding a child… It was a strange dynamic.

    “Anyway, let’s leave it at this for now and see what the Saint decides,” Norian shook his head. “She said she would come to Lannister soon to retrieve this Miss Luo Yan… That will be another headache…”

    Hosting a Saint, even if she denied being one, was a troublesome affair.

    “I’m curious about this mysterious girl… what kind of person could cause so much chaos…?”

    A strange thought crossed Norian’s mind, which he quickly dismissed.

    It was best… not to meet her…

    Meanwhile, in the forest outside Lannister.

    Luo Yan and Hua Qingling sat on the ground, reunited after a long separation.

    …They mostly talked about Hua Qiling’s embarrassing childhood stories.

    Of course, they also discussed more serious matters.

    Hua Qingling, having only received fragmented messages, struggled to understand the full picture of what had happened in Yan City.

    And Luo Yan, who knew the most, gave her a detailed account, including the cause and the truth behind the war.

    After listening silently, Hua Qingling could only sigh.

    She didn’t want to regret not being in Yan City, but the war, although unexpected, had been inevitable.

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c86

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 86 – Song of the Soul

    The ethereal song of the soul continued to resonate, its lullaby-like melody casting a strange sense of peace and enchantment over the forest.

    If the figure hadn’t shown any hostility, the mental defenses of the investigation team would have crumbled.

    Grandma Zoya, watching Luo Yan, felt beads of sweat on her forehead.

    She had been trying to connect with Luo Yan through her soul, constantly sensing the ethereal song, her own mind feeling strangely soothed.

    She couldn’t continue like this…

    But this rare opportunity to glimpse the deeper aspects of mind-related abilities…

    Grandma Zoya, although a “Destruction” level ability user, was far from the strongest.

    Compared to Old Man Sword, another “Destruction” level ability user, she wouldn’t last a few seconds against him…

    She had stagnated for far too long; she longed to see what lay beyond.

    Luo Yan patiently waited for Grandma Zoya’s response, curiously looking at the animals around her.

    These creatures, large and small, had surrounded her after she returned from the void.

    Initially, she had thought they were hostile, but they were surprisingly docile, even lowering their heads for her to pet them.

    But animals couldn’t talk, and Luo Yan couldn’t ask for directions.

    And exhausted from her battle with the Witch of Envy, she had found a rock and rested.

    Until she sensed a strong gaze and saw humans approaching, and she had rushed over to ask for directions.

    But… was the old woman’s memory failing?

    Luo Yan watched as Grandma Zoya’s lips moved soundlessly.

    There seemed to be others nearby, but they were hidden within a mental mist… was there some danger in the forest?

    With Luo Yan’s abilities, seeing through the mist wasn’t a problem, but it would be rude.

    “Grandma?” Luo Yan waved her hand before the old woman’s face. “Do you not understand my language?”

    “I understand…”

    Grandma Zoya replied instinctively, then her eyes widened as she realized her recklessness.

    The girl before her continued to stare, her clear, pale red eyes seemingly covered in a faint mist, without the terrifying aura of the “Eye of Fear, Envy, and Defilement.”

    And she had mentioned Yan City…

    Grandma Zoya calmed herself and asked gravely,

    “Who are you?”

    Luo Yan blinked.

    “I… I’m from Yan City, my name is Luo Yan.”

    Is this old woman always this cautious? I just asked for directions…

    Grandma Zoya’s eyes narrowed.

    …So Yan City had produced a monster comparable to a Primordial Demon?

    At least in terms of power, this girl was on par with the Witch of Envy, although her true strength was unknown.

    Grandma Zoya pondered for a moment, then looked at Hua Qingling, whose senses she had blocked.

    If she remembered correctly, this talented girl’s hometown was that remote little…

    Grandma Zoya released Hua Qingling from her mental hold.

    After a moment of dizziness, Hua Qingling opened her eyes, a pair of pale red eyes meeting her gaze.

    “…Big Sister Hua!”

    Luo Yan’s face lit up, recognizing Hua Qiling’s sister emerging from the mental mist.

    She had unconsciously used Anna’s name for Hua Qingling.

    Hua Qingling nodded slightly.

    “Hello, Miss Luo Yan… wait, Miss Luo Yan?”

    Her eyes widened in shock as she realized who it was.

    Was this… a dream? Why was Miss Luo Yan here?

    “You… actually know each other…”

    Grandma Zoya was speechless. She hadn’t expected this girl, who seemed like the Witch of Envy, to actually be from Yan City.

    What was going on in Yan City?

    Finally, she couldn’t help but ask Luo Yan, “Aren’t you the Witch of Envy?”

    “Ah, me?” Luo Yan pointed at herself, then replied after a moment of thought, “Although there have been some… misunderstandings… I’m not the Witch of Envy.”

    Recalling the Primordial Demon whose true name was “Hope,” Luo Yan felt a surge of questions.

    But these questions would have to wait.

    “But your power…”

    Grandma Zoya looked at Luo Yan, uncertainty in her eyes.

    At some point, perhaps when Hua Qingling awakened, the girl named “Luo Yan” had changed into a simple white dress, the crimson gown gone.

    Had she imagined it?

    Grandma Zoya wasn’t sure. The terrifying image of countless crimson eyes staring at her from the girl’s skirt was still vivid in her mind, but now, there was no trace of it on Luo Yan.

    And…

    Grandma Zoya suddenly realized that the feeling of a mind-related ability user at the peak of their power was also gone.

    Not only that, but even the song of the soul seemed to have vanished, only the giant beasts surrounding them remained.

    “She’s a Demonically Infected,” Hua Qingling answered, then couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Luo Yan, it’s been a while, have your eyes… recovered? And your power…?”

    When Hua Qingling left Yan City, Luo Yan’s eyes had been in a critical state.

    Her ability was completely uncontrollable, a single glance equivalent to facing the full force of “Envy.”

    Clearly, that wasn’t the case now.

    “Sort of… half-recovered…?”

    Luo Yan wasn’t sure. The battle had just ended; she hadn’t had time to examine herself.

    Nine’s gift of life, One’s sacrifice, rejecting the Witch of Envy’s whispers… she didn’t know what had changed.

    “A Demonically Infected… this powerful…?” Grandma Zoya was shocked. “Even the for… I apologize, I misspoke.”

    The fact that Dawn’s Misters were Demonically Infected was a secret, known only to a few, including Grandma Zoya.

    But she didn’t know much about Demonically Infected. The Misters of Dawn were secretive, their rare appearances revealing little.

    Ordinary Calamity Infected could be treated, their uncontrolled symptoms suppressed, but Demonically Infected… there were too few cases.

    Perhaps the only ones who had survived to adulthood were Dawn’s nine Misters.

    However, Hua Qingling seemed to be close to Luo Yan, so Grandma Zoya suppressed her questions, watching as they began to chat.

    “But… Miss Luo Yan, how did you get here?” Hua Qingling asked curiously. “This is near Lannister, far from Yan City, even by lifeline, it would take two or three days.”

    “I don’t know,” Luo Yan said, confused. “I was just fighting… the Witch of Envy… in the void… and then I ended up here.”

    “…I don’t think Miss Luo Yan jokes.”

    The void?

    The Witch of Envy?

    It sounded… far-fetched…

    Even Hua Qingling, with her open mind, couldn’t quite accept such an outlandish claim.

    “Anyway, it’s a long story,” Luo Yan said, twirling a strand of silver hair. “A lot has happened since you left… Hua Qiling was seriously injured.”

    Hua Qingling was silent for a moment. “I expected that. That girl always pushes herself too hard.”

    She rarely stayed in Yan City, rarely saw her much younger sister, but that didn’t mean she didn’t care.

    Hua Qiling had been one of the reasons she had rushed back.

    “By the way, who is this Grandma? And these people…?”

    After chatting with Hua Qingling for a while, Luo Yan realized she had been ignoring the old woman and the figures shrouded in the mental mist.

    Why were they here in the forest?

    Could it be… because of her?

    Recalling the events leading up to this, Luo Yan realized she might have caused a bit of a commotion.

    Before Hua Qingling could introduce her, Grandma Zoya stepped forward.

    “I am called ‘Zoya,’ a humble guardian of Lannister… my strength is… slightly above ‘Destruction’ level.”

    She looked intently at Luo Yan, deliberately mentioning her strength, wanting to see her reaction.

    A “Destruction” level ability user?

    A level above “Peril,” the pinnacle of human strength, a pillar of humanity.

    This was Luo Yan’s understanding of “Destruction” level.

    And having met Nine, and briefly controlled One’s body, “Destruction” level ability users weren’t that mysterious to her.

    Therefore, Luo Yan’s first reaction was…

    —Respect.

    She straightened up, lifted the hem of her skirt slightly, and curtsied, a perfect maid’s curtsy.

    “Elder Zoya, it’s an honor to meet you.”

    Grandma Zoya was stunned.

    What did she mean by that?

    Why that expression?

    Was this some kind of Old Era etiquette?

    And why was she bowing to her?

    Grandma Zoya had expected Luo Yan, upon learning she was a “Destruction” level ability user, to either show indifference, even disdain, if she truly was the Witch of Envy, or nervousness and awe, like an ordinary person.

    This reaction… was unexpected.

    Fortunately, Hua Qingling understood Luo Yan’s thought process and tugged on her sleeve.

    “There’s no need for such formalities, Miss Luo Yan, just treat her like anyone else,” she then turned to Grandma Zoya apologetically. “Miss Luo Yan is a bit… formal… please forgive her.”

    “It’s… nothing,” Grandma Zoya shook her head and sighed.

    “I was the one who was… It seems this situation is more complicated than I anticipated. This is beyond my ability to handle; I need to report this to the Free Federation.”

    She looked at Luo Yan seriously.

    “Miss Luo Yan—if I may, could you please stay here and wait for our decision?”

    “Of course,” Luo Yan curtsied. “I apologize for the trouble I’ve caused.”

    By now, Luo Yan realized that her unexpected arrival had caused some problems, so it was best to cooperate.

    “It’s no trouble at all,” Grandma Zoya, relieved, smiled kindly. “To avoid any further complications, Miss Luo Yan, please wait in the forest for a while. I’ll have Hua Qingling keep you company later.”

    “Alright.”

    Luo Yan nodded and immediately walked deeper into the forest, the surrounding animals following her.

    Seeing this, Hua Qingling couldn’t help but wonder, “When did Miss Luo Yan learn to control animals…?”

    After Luo Yan disappeared into the trees, Grandma Zoya waved her hand, releasing the investigation team from her mental hold.

    From Luo Yan’s appearance to this moment, only a few minutes had passed.

    The team members, upon awakening, prepared to face the disaster, but were surprised to find that the red mist had vanished.

    Grandma Zoya stood at the front of the group, seemingly deep in thought.

    “Elder, is the matter resolved?” A straightforward ability user stepped forward and asked. “The Witch of Envy… has she left?”

    The other team members also listened intently, waiting for her answer.

    “…Yes,” Grandma Zoya nodded, feigning composure. “I have… temporarily repelled her.”

    …Repelled a Primordial Demon?

    The team members were shocked. They were experienced ability users, not easily fooled by Grandma Zoya’s “Destruction” level status.

    It wasn’t a secret that Grandma Zoya was among the weakest “Destruction” level ability users, but even the weakest “Destruction” level ability user was far stronger than any “Peril” level ability user.

    Therefore, despite their shock, their first reaction was disbelief.

    There were limits to boasting…

    “She hadn’t fully descended, merely cast a glance from afar,” Grandma Zoya flicked a nonexistent speck of dust from her clothes. “Although I’m old and frail, I can still repel a mere… gaze.”

    Hearing this, everyone relaxed.

    This explanation was much more believable, and from the current situation, the Witch of Envy had indeed left.

    Flattery and praise filled the air, which Grandma Zoya accepted calmly.

    Only Hua Qingling looked as if she had seen a ghost.

    This old woman, lying so casually… without even blushing…

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c85

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 85 – A Once-in-a-Lifetime Opportunity

    “I haven’t considered that yet,” Hua Qingling replied politely.

    “Oh… if you’re interested, I can introduce you to someone,” Grandma Zoya chuckled. “Don’t let my appearance fool you, my youngest son is only eighteen.”

    Hua Qingling almost choked, quickly changing the subject.

    “…Thank you for your kindness, but it seems we’re almost there.”

    Eighteen…

    Meaning eighteen years ago…

    Grandma Zoya was at least from the same era as Old Man Sword, probably over three hundred years old.

    Quite… vigorous… for her age.

    Hua Qingling’s face flushed as she recalled certain rumors, then she quickly composed herself.

    It was normal for older people to have… unique hobbies.

    Grandma Zoya, seemingly oblivious to Hua Qingling’s thoughts, continued to smile kindly.

    She looked into the distance, where a faint red mist was slowly spreading.

    “Young lady… do you think the ‘Witch of Envy’ has truly descended?” she suddenly asked.

    Hua Qingling pondered for a moment, then shook her head seriously.

    “I don’t know.”

    Actually, she thought it wasn’t likely.

    Yan City had experienced similar situations before, but they had never actually encountered the Witch of Envy herself.

    And for a “Cataclysm” level disaster, the Witch of Envy’s descent wouldn’t be so… quiet.

    This red mist’s range and intensity weren’t even comparable to the crimson mist during the Ghost Town incident.

    Grandma Zoya looked at Hua Qingling intently and whispered,

    “I, however… would like to meet… Her.”

    “Hm?”

    Hua Qingling paused.

    “Just an old woman’s wish,” Grandma Zoya said, her hands clasped behind her back. “As everyone knows, the Witch of Envy’s power, ‘Envy,’ is the pinnacle of all mind-related abilities. My own progress has stagnated for far too long… I long to see what lies beyond…”

    Hearing this, Hua Qingling thought of the mysterious girl, Luo Yan, whom she had met in Yan City. She had judged Luo Yan to be a Demonically Infected wielding the power of “Envy,” and although there were some inconsistencies, her assessment was likely correct.

    A demonic power envied even by “Destruction” level ability users… possessed by a naive young girl… it was ironic.

    “What, you disapprove of an old woman’s lament?” Grandma Zoya, seeing Hua Qingling’s distraction, raised an eyebrow. “I know the risks, I wouldn’t endanger others just to satisfy my own curiosity.”

    “Of course, of course,” Hua Qingling quickly replied, snapping back to reality.

    However… she had a feeling that this “Witch of Envy” descent was somehow related to Yan City.

    Yan City’s communications had been disrupted by Dawn during the war, so the information she received was delayed and limited.

    From this distance, Hua Qingling could only receive short messages, no details.

    Although Lannister was a hub for information, such classified matters were beyond their reach.

    As they approached the red mist, many of the “Peril” level ability users became visibly nervous, only a few remaining calm, or even excited.

    Unlike Hua Qingling, who had experienced similar situations in Yan City, and Grandma Zoya, who might have even witnessed the “Witch of Absolute Death” war, most “Peril” level ability users had never encountered anything related to a Primordial Demon.

    After all, the Primordial Demons had been dormant for centuries, dangerous Devil’s Apostles were practically extinct, and the few remaining Devil’s minions weren’t a major threat.

    “Activate your defenses, prioritize mental and spiritual energy shields,” Grandma Zoya’s voice echoed in the minds of the team members, followed by a wave of calming spiritual energy.

    Soon, the ability users were enveloped in colorful shields, mostly valuable, single-use items, essential for exploring dangerous areas.

    Hua Qingling didn’t need these disposable shields; she was protected by Grandma Zoya’s spiritual energy field.

    The investigation team cautiously advanced, their vanguard reaching the red mist.

    To everyone’s surprise, the mist seemed harmless. The area it enveloped was unchanged, even emitting a pleasant, refreshing fragrance.

    The surrounding plants even seemed slightly greener.

    A few daring ability users deactivated their shields and experienced no ill effects.

    “…What’s going on?”

    Grandma Zoya, also surprised, frowned and reached out to touch the red mist.

    It undeniably carried the Witch of Envy’s aura, but… it was harmless, even… beneficial.

    It seemed to have a calming effect on the mind.

    …What was this nonsense?

    Even Grandma Zoya, with her vast experience, was puzzled.

    She had expected, even if it wasn’t the Witch of Envy herself, at least a Devil’s Apostle.

    Although insignificant compared to the Witch’s descent, it would still be a rare and significant event.

    Hua Qingling was also surprised. She had seen the devastation caused by the Witch of Envy’s “Soul Eater” domain in Yan City’s District Two.

    Besides the city’s destruction from the spatial rifts, the countless twisted monster corpses and the grotesquely mutated plants had left a lasting impression.

    “Don’t let your guard down, keep your shields active. Perhaps… this is just a mental trap,” Grandma Zoya said cautiously, her own voice now hesitant.

    She wondered if she had already fallen into the Witch of Envy’s spiritual domain, but everything indicated this was the real world.

    But who could be sure that this wasn’t just an incredibly powerful illusion, even fooling a “Destruction” level ability user?

    Mind-related abilities were unpredictable, and Grandma Zoya, a mind-related ability user herself, knew this well, her worry deepening.

    She had been certain this wasn’t the Witch of Envy’s descent… but now, she wasn’t so sure.

    But the investigation had to continue.

    Grandma Zoya focused, her casual demeanor gone, her expression serious.

    Only now could they see a hint of the imposing aura of this seemingly ordinary old woman.

    As the team advanced, they noticed something else strange.

    The small animals in the forest were fleeing in a certain direction, and some even recognized creatures thought to be extinct.

    And beyond these fleeing animals, faintly visible in the red mist, were several large figures, seemingly giant beasts.

    With so many strange occurrences, Grandma Zoya realized that even if it wasn’t the Witch of Envy’s descent, it was still a serious matter.

    She immediately ordered the team to increase their pace.

    She no longer had time for idle chatter with Hua Qingling, who now focused on her surroundings.

    The red mist covered a large area, about two-thirds the size of a city district, a radius of four to five kilometers.

    The investigation team, proceeding cautiously, took about half an hour to reach the center of the mist.

    And what they saw there… stunned them.

    An unbelievable sight…

    Within the lush forest, several giant beasts, each at least “Peril” level, sat docilely on the ground, carefully avoiding the trees.

    And the other animals, which would normally flee from these predators, were calmly gathered around them.

    They seemed to be surrounding something, their expressions as if they were listening intently.

    Predators and prey, all creatures, gathered peacefully, a bizarre yet harmonious scene.

    What… were they doing?

    Just then, someone in the team exclaimed,

    “There’s… someone singing inside!”

    Singing?

    Grandma Zoya’s eyes widened. She immediately used her mental power to listen.

    Indeed, a soft, ethereal singing voice echoed through the forest, its strange melody strangely captivating.

    And in her spiritual vision, she saw a crimson figure sitting at the center of the gathered beasts, its back to them.

    She… or perhaps He, seemed to sense the team’s presence and turned slightly.

    “Don’t listen! Don’t look! Don’t speak!”

    Grandma Zoya immediately used telepathy, sending her warning directly into the minds of all the ability users in the team.

    At the same time, she used her mental power to shield Hua Qingling, blocking all her senses.

    …Facing a Primordial Demon directly was incredibly dangerous.

    Even without any malice, their incomprehensible form could shatter a person’s worldview, driving them to madness.

    Only “Destruction” level ability users, and a few special “Peril” level ability users, could withstand it.

    The team members, heeding Grandma Zoya’s warning, also blocked their senses.

    Only Grandma Zoya kept her eyes open, staring intently at the crimson figure.

    The moment she had longed for, the ultimate truth she sought… The anticipation made her slightly reckless.

    She could have approached more cautiously, but she chose a more direct method.

    Connecting with the figure through her soul, speaking to it through her soul.

    The crimson figure stood up and slowly turned towards Grandma Zoya, the ethereal singing continuing.

    It walked towards her, a faint, metallic tinkling echoing through the misty forest, a dreamlike sound.

    The red mist parted, the surrounding beasts making way for the figure, gathering at its feet.

    Finally, Grandma Zoya saw it clearly.

    A breathtakingly beautiful girl, her youthful face framed by an elegant crimson gown, its folds adorned with small ornaments that, upon closer inspection, were crimson eyes.

    Her long silver hair, streaked with red, cascaded down almost to the ground.

    She stopped, her pale red eyes fixated on Grandma Zoya, the crimson eyes on her dress also turning towards her.

    This beautiful yet terrifying sight almost stopped Grandma Zoya’s heart, but she held on, maintaining her mental focus.

    …A rare opportunity.

    A chance for a human to directly communicate with a Primordial Demon… This was practically unprecedented.

    Even during the Witch of Absolute Death war, Noah hadn’t been able to communicate with her.

    Such an opportunity was right before her, but she didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse.

    But she couldn’t miss it…

    Grandma Zoya focused her mind and asked softly, using her soul,

    “May I—”

    “May I…”

    Unexpectedly, the silver-haired girl spoke at the same time, using the common tongue, although her words were slightly stilted.

    “I’m sorry, I just wanted to ask, is Yan City far from here?”

    “…Huh?”

    Grandma Zoya was speechless.

    The silver-haired girl before her was Luo Yan, returned from the void.

    After her battle with the Witch of Envy, there had been a slight… miscalculation… when she returned to the real world.

    And the place she ended up… wasn’t ideal.

    “You… you…”

    Grandma Zoya stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

    “Could the void’s coordinates have deviated to another world or time?” Luo Yan muttered, then rephrased her question. “Where is this? I seem to be… lost.”

    Lost?

    Grandma Zoya’s expression flickered. This girl looked exactly like the Witch of Envy! How could she be lost?

    Although there were no widely known images of the Witch of Envy, as a mind-related ability user and an experienced “Destruction” level expert, Grandma Zoya had recognized her instantly.

    Her aura, her power, the sheer level of energy she emanated…

    More importantly, Grandma Zoya saw in her… the pinnacle of mind-related abilities, a feeling difficult to describe.

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c84

    Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 84 – Disaster in Lannister

    A piercing alarm blared through the mega-city, but it wasn’t Yan City. It was Lannister, five lifeline jumps away.

    As a trading hub between the eastern and western continents, Lannister hadn’t heard such an alarm in centuries.

    Generations had never experienced such alerts, commonplace in Yan City, so many Lannister citizens were confused.

    Ordinary disasters weren’t a threat to the powerful Lannister. Even “Peril” level disasters, requiring Yan City’s full attention and even the Ice Coffin Weapon, were merely considered troublesome incidents in Lannister.

    As for Dawn… even with all their forces, they couldn’t reach Lannister’s Ember Furnace cluster.

    Lannister, a rival to Noah’s position as leader of the Free Federation, was incredibly powerful.

    But… even the strongest, when facing a Primordial Demon’s descent, were just as vulnerable as Yan City.

    A “Cataclysm” level disaster threatened all of humanity.

    After several minutes of confusion, Lannister’s bloated bureaucracy finally identified the cause of the alarm and issued a recall order to all ability users on missions, including the elite team assisting in Yan City.

    And after syncing information, Lannister realized, with despair, that this likely meant Yan City had lost its battle against the Witch of Envy.

    The Witch had triumphed and was descending upon the real world.

    And unfortunately, not upon Yan City, but upon Lannister.

    Was it because Lannister was at the center of the world?

    Or because… it was the most populous mega-city, filled with the sustenance she needed?

    No one knew, but she had chosen this place.

    After several minutes of the blaring alarm, even the most oblivious citizens understood.

    Panic spread, and rumors of an impending “Cataclysm” level disaster, even a second “Calamity Tide” starting from Lannister, ran rampant.

    Driven by fear, masses of people tried to flee, the lifelines overflowing, even some high-ranking officials boarded private lifelines, heading towards “Noah” for refuge.

    Lannister, several times larger than Yan City, couldn’t maintain order like Yan City in the face of such an unstoppable disaster.

    And lacking experience with such threats, Lannister descended into chaos.

    However, Lannister was far more powerful and resourceful than Yan City.

    Although some officials panicked and fled, most remained calm.

    An emergency disaster response committee was quickly formed and began to address the situation.

    Twenty minutes after the alarm, the first investigation team was dispatched to the location where the “Witch of Envy’s” aura had been detected.

    Lannister also issued a call to arms, offering substantial rewards to any ability user willing to participate.

    Even “Difficulty” level ability users would be handsomely compensated, although it wasn’t recommended.

    As for Yan City, upon receiving this news… they suddenly found themselves… irrelevant.

    Who would have thought that the battle in the void would end like this?

    Although it felt wrong to say it, this was good news for the battered Yan City.

    The reinforcements from other mega-cities began to return, even the Holy Knights, including Elise, departed for Lannister.

    The bustling Yan City quickly quieted down, countless figures clearing the debris, the reconstruction efforts beginning.

    Sun Biwu, rescued by Luo Yan, was hospitalized, but having been forcibly separated from the burning spiritual energy, he had lost his “Peril” level abilities.

    But the good news was that he would live longer.

    Lin Cheng, with less severe injuries, continued to work.

    Li Ping’s condition wasn’t good. He wasn’t like the young Qin Wen, who could quickly recover from serious injuries.

    His overexertion, combined with his age, and his continued efforts to direct the defense, had taken their toll. He was now hospitalized, in a similar condition to Hua Qiling.

    Qin Wen’s condition had stabilized, the immediate danger to her life averted, but her mind and soul remained dormant.

    The Sword Saint Sect Master, upon learning of this, had been silent for a long time, not exploding in anger as Lin Cheng and Li Ping had expected.

    He had simply acknowledged the news, then hung up.

    No one knew what the old man, who had weathered countless storms, truly felt, learning of his beloved daughter’s fate.

    The only one whose condition improved was Hua Qiling, the first to be hospitalized. She had regained consciousness and could even sit up.

    After all, her injuries were only from overuse of her ability and mental exhaustion.

    Although normally considered serious, compared to the others, she was relatively fine.

    Hua Qiling remained silent, having learned of everything that had happened while she was unconscious.

    …Including the news of Luo Yan’s defeat.

    The “Witch of Envy’s” aura had been detected in Lannister, which meant that the battle in the void… had been lost.

    She… was dead.

    “Miss Luo Yan… is dead…?”

    Hua Qiling looked out the window at the bright sunlight, murmuring in disbelief.

    She could still smell Luo Yan’s scent, lingering from before she lost consciousness.

    They had promised…

    Why…?

    Hua Qiling wanted to cry, but she couldn’t.

    More than sorrow, she felt confusion and disbelief.

    When she had lost consciousness, Miss Luo Yan had been by her side.

    And when she awoke, she learned of her death.

    “Could it be… that the ‘Witch of Envy’ detected in Lannister… is actually Miss Luo Yan…?”

    This absurd thought crossed Hua Qiling’s mind, and she clung to it.

    …A sliver of hope, however unlikely.

    Hua Qiling closed her eyes; she was tired again.

    Near Lannister.

    The “Witch of Envy” hadn’t descended within Lannister itself, but in a forest about ten kilometers away.

    Of course, for a “Cataclysm” level disaster, this distance made little difference.

    But it was still good news.

    The Witch of Envy was a Primordial Demon, a conceptual being beyond human comprehension.

    Even the unintentional whispers of a Primordial Demon, with their overwhelming information, could shatter a person’s worldview.

    This was why Devil’s minions were often so twisted.

    Let alone… looking directly upon Her form.

    During the war against the “Witch of Absolute Death” centuries ago, many ability users hadn’t been killed by the Witch, but had committed suicide.

    Witnessing her form, the embodiment of despair and death, those with weaker wills had simply ended their own lives.

    Because compared to what they felt, death was a mercy.

    Therefore, Lannister was grateful that the Witch of Envy hadn’t descended within the city itself; otherwise, the initial casualties would have been catastrophic.

    However, they couldn’t ignore the nearby threat; dispatching an investigation team was imperative.

    A team composed entirely of “Peril” level ability users, even led by an elderly “Destruction” level ability user, was dispatched.

    If Dawn’s assault on Yan City, with its ten elite teams, was considered a formidable force, then Lannister’s investigation team was simply extravagant.

    Lannister might not have enough “Peril” level ability users of its own, but they had money.

    Compared to Yan City, Lannister had an abundance of resources.

    With enough money, even the most dangerous missions would attract volunteers.

    Two-thirds of this thirty-two-member team were “Peril” level ability users hired for the job.

    The “Destruction” level ability user, however, was one of Lannister’s own, although persuading her to participate had required not only money, but also other… incentives.

    An ordinary-looking, elderly woman, her hands clasped behind her back, walked among the team, the others treating her with the utmost respect.

    She was the “Destruction” level ability user leading the team.

    —Grandma Zoya.

    A mind-related ability user, the most suitable type to confront the Witch of Envy.

    And beside this hunched figure, a slightly smaller woman stood guard.

    Judging from her appearance and demeanor, she was a refined, mature woman, but her figure, except for a certain prominent feature, was more like a young girl’s.

    …If anyone from Yan City were here, they would recognize her instantly.

    Hua Qiling’s sister, Hua Qingling.

    She wasn’t Grandma Zoya’s personal guard, just assigned to protect her within the team.

    When the incident in Yan City occurred, Hua Qingling had been far away.

    And unlike the Holy Knights, she couldn’t commandeer the high-efficiency teleportation arrays along the way. Civilian arrays were slow and incredibly expensive.

    And Dawn, when launching their attack, hadn’t been reckless. They had calculated Yan City’s reinforcement speed.

    Rhine, having orchestrated the destruction of Colonna, wouldn’t make such a basic mistake and allow himself to be surrounded.

    His relentless push in the latter half of the battle had been because he knew Yan City’s reinforcements were arriving.

    Therefore, no matter what, Hua Qingling wouldn’t have arrived in time.

    But she still had to try.

    After spending a fortune and almost depleting her savings, she finally reached Lannister, only four or five hours away from Yan City, when she received the news.

    The war was over.

    Hua Qingling: “…”

    She felt a strange mix of emotions, neither happy nor sad.

    It was rare for a war to end in less than a day…

    But then, news of the Witch of Envy’s descent upon Lannister arrived.

    So, Hua Qingling, happening to be in Lannister, signed up for the investigation mission.

    And the reward was substantial, enough to cover the costs of her frantic journey.

    As one of the few women in the team, and with her relatively approachable demeanor (perhaps Grandma Zoya saw her as a granddaughter), Hua Qingling was assigned to what was considered the safest position.

    …Everyone knew that if even Grandma Zoya couldn’t handle the situation, no one could.

    Grandma Zoya might be old, but she was still incredibly powerful.

    Of the thirty-two “Peril” level ability users in the team, she could probably take down half of them in an instant.

    Mind-related ability users might not have an advantage against those of the same level, but against weaker opponents…

    “Heh, the Hua girl, a wind manipulator… even I’ve heard of you,” Grandma Zoya chuckled. “And you have a title, ‘Wind God’s Favor,’ or something, right?”

    “…Just some exaggerated rumors,” Hua Qingling replied respectfully.

    “Peril” level ability users weren’t exactly common, but there were quite a few. For someone like Hua Qingling to be known even to figures like Old Man Sword and Grandma Zoya, she was clearly exceptional.

    Because she was young.

    A “Peril” level ability user in her early thirties meant her physical condition was still equivalent to a teenager’s; reaching “Destruction” level was almost guaranteed.

    “Destruction” level ability users were incredibly rare.

    To allow Hua Qingling room to grow, Yan City had Sun Biwu forcibly ascend to “Peril” level to protect the city, freeing Hua Qingling to train elsewhere.

    If she were bound to Yan City, reaching “Destruction” level would be a pipe dream.

    “Are you married?”

    Grandma Zoya’s wrinkled eyes opened slightly, looking at Hua Qingling with interest.

    This was a future “Destruction” level ability user; investing in her now… wouldn’t hurt.

    But Hua Qingling wasn’t new to this. Many had tried to recruit her over the years, even “Destruction” level ability users.

    Grandma Zoya wasn’t the first, and she wouldn’t be the last.

    However… Hua Qingling’s heart belonged to Yan City. She was a Yan City native, even if it was less developed than any other place she had been to.