The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 68

Shen Jiahang glanced at ANu, whose eyes had already become vacant, then looked at the constantly knocking room door.

He frowned, and finally, a darkness flashed in his eyes as he slowly withdrew his psychic ability.

Shen Jiahang got up and walked to the door to open it.

Meanwhile, ANu on the bed, his eyes gradually regaining clarity.

He rubbed his forehead in confusion. “Brother Jiahang, what was wrong with me just now?”

Why did his head suddenly hurt a little?

Shen Jiahang did not turn around, saying flatly, “I’m not too sure. Maybe you were overly distressed.”

As he spoke, his hand rested on the doorknob.

The door opened, and the person standing outside was the guard he had met not long ago.

Shen Jiahang revealed his usual gentle smile, showing no trace of annoyance from having his “good deed” interrupted: “Is there something the matter?”

The guard familiarly patted his shoulder: “Looks like I didn’t remember wrong, little brother, you’re in this room. I was worried I might have come to the wrong one.”

“I have some good news to tell you. You asked about the special squad, right? They’ve started preparing to recruit. If you want to join, you’d better hurry up and sign up.”

The guard said: “If you go late, you won’t even be able to squeeze in.”

Although the proportion of awakened individuals was not high, they still constituted a significant number in the survivor base.

The special squad never recruited too many people; it was a selection of the best, with everyone relying on their own abilities.

Shen Jiahang’s level was not low, and he had just arrived at the survivor base, belonging to a type with great potential. Thus, the guard thought of building a good relationship with him and notifying him in advance.

“So that’s it,” Shen Jiahang smiled. “Thank you for telling me.”

Since he failed to extract ANu’s ability this time, any further rash action might arouse  ANu’s suspicion, so he couldn’t rush it for the time being.

Perhaps he should first check out the selection for this special squad.

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Consciousness seemed to be sinking continuously, toward the deeper reaches of the deep, dark sea.

Darkness and a feeling of exhaustion engulfed his entire body.

An invisible force pressed down on his eyelids, making it hard to open them.

At first, You Ting heard a very slight metallic clanking.

It was as if someone was carelessly striking a small iron rod, the sound gradually getting louder, and then sounding like chains dragging across the floor, the frantic noises endlessly ringing.

She wanted to open her eyes to check the situation, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t.

Slowly, the sounds gradually disappeared.

But her body felt as if it had been submerged in seawater, and was still sinking.

You Ting didn’t know the consequences of being completely swallowed by the dark and damp seawater.

But her intuition told her that she couldn’t just sit and wait.

You Ting tried to activate the source stone in her heart. The source stone flashed faintly a few times, then made no further movement.

However, perhaps because of her struggle, the speed of her sinking gradually slowed down.

She was silently grappling with the force that was dragging her down; neither could overpower the other.

It seemed as if light fell upon You Ting’s eyelids, stinging them and making her frown involuntarily.

The tide instantly retreated, like some ancient ceremony to welcome a distinguished guest, or like a sincere dread of the approaching figure.

You Ting thought that the one who was resisting her was finally about to unveil their face.

Her eyes still could not open, so she couldn’t see what the scene before her was like, only guessing based on her senses.

Footsteps slowly approached, and wisps of light followed, landing on You Ting.

It was cold and clear, devoid of any warmth.

The sound was also slow and steady; every step seemed to carry a special rhythm.

The footsteps stopped.

You Ting could clearly sense an additional figure standing before her.

Within her consciousness space, someone was rigidly “gazing” at her.

This confrontation was inherently extremely unfair.

She couldn’t see the face of the visitor, perhaps because…

Without the permission of the Deity, how could a person, or any other creature, possibly glimpse the face of a god?

Neither spoke first; only faint breathing could be heard all around.

Perhaps, there was also an imperceptible heartbeat.

You Ting couldn’t help but wonder, does a Deity also need to breathe?

Does He also know what a heartbeat is like?

Probably so, since many advanced zombies, including You Ting, were created by His hand.

He gave them nearly perfect bodies, allowing them to enter the human world and deliberately incite [Censored due to content].

After an unknown amount of time, the Deity before her finally spoke first.

His tone was very peaceful; He only spoke one word.

But that brief syllable contained thousands of complex pieces of information; it was the language of the Deity.

As the sound fell into You Ting’s ears, it instantly and automatically translated into the corresponding meaning.

The Deity said: “You are my most favored child, yet you chose to betray us.”

His tone revealed neither sorrow, joy, grief, nor anger, merely a calm statement of fact.

“Child?”

You Ting laughed. “No, it’s a tool.”

“Everyone in this world is just Your tool.”

The Deity gazed at her for a long time before speaking again: “I will bring them a new paradise, and I will also give you—My dear children—a brand new beginning.”

Some scattered memories suddenly emerged—perhaps from when You Ting first arrived in this world, long ago.

The System had not yet awakened her.

She saw a pure, flawless white light, with a shadow vaguely discernible within it.

No matter how hard she tried, she could never clearly see the figure.

She squinted, staring distantly at the white ball of light.

The light, representing the most primitive purity, bestowed her life.

The figure, just like now, addressed her as a familiar “child.”

He raised His hand, hovering it lightly over You Ting’s head. The light followed, draping all over her, filled with a warm, cozy sensation.

The figure instructed her to look down.

You Ting obeyed and lowered her gaze. Beneath the clouds, she saw a prosperous and vibrant human world.

A strand of the white light separated and settled in You Ting’s chest, turning into the source stone.

That spotlessly clean white [light], however, wanted her to stain the entire world below, with its joyful sounds and laughter, a bloody red.

At that time, she was merely a puppet who had just been manufactured, only knowing to obediently follow the Deity’s arrangements.

Now, You Ting is simply You Ting.

She slightly raised her head and asked the question she had always wanted to ask: “Why?”

The Deity probably found the question somewhat naive, naive enough to be laughable.

So, He smiled softly, His gaze fixed on You Ting’s eyes seemingly imbued with a compassion that pitied the world.

The Deity said: “This is their fate.”

Then, looking at You Ting, “This is also your fate.”

You Ting couldn’t help but let out a sneer. “So in this chaos you stirred up, were all those innocent people who died unjustly just victims of their bad fate?”

Her tone sounded a little sharp, but the Deity still did not get angry.

He simply stared at You Ting calmly and replied: “The departed souls will go to the far reaches of the Kingdom of Heaven, and the survivors will receive the protection of God.”

“Everything will be complete, won’t it, My child.”

Yes.

From the beginning, this was what the Deity told the puppets He created.

He first chose the rotting corpses on the ground.

The souls of the dead had already departed, leaving only bodies that had not fully dispersed, making them easy to control.

And easier… not to be discovered.

God had His puppets—His so-called obedient children—lead this horde of rotting corpses, surging into the human world.

They had no concept of morality or law, and were inherently antagonistic towards humans.

Blood instantly spread across the entire land.

A huge golden eye appeared in the sky—that was the will of God.

He said with utter compassion: “I am saving this world.”

“And you, My dear child, you have betrayed us, which is to say, you have betrayed the entire world.”

Because she possessed the highest level white source stone, You Ting’s power needed to accumulate for a long time, so after she was released into the human world, she awoke later than others.

You Ting found Ji Zhou and also met Ji Man.

Thus, the golden eye in the sky opened, and the Deity consequently noticed these two figures.

He knew clearly with just one glance that Ji Man was a tool cultivated by those human families to deal with the zombies.

But Ji Zhou was a very peculiar existence.

The Deity could not see through her origin; she was not a zombie, nor was she an ordinary person.

In the subtle sense, He felt that she was His natural enemy.

Even a Deity, it turned out, could have something to fear.

He couldn’t personally deal with Ji Zhou; God’s hands could not be stained with blood.

So He issued a command to You Ting.

But You Ting pretended not to hear, not only failing to kill Ji Zhou but consistently protecting that little human girl instead.

The Deity finally realized that this most perfect creation seemed to have developed a dissenting heart.

The time You Ting went alone again to find You Yan and the others, the golden eye did not open.

God chose to abandon her at that moment.

Of course, part of the reason was that He was tied up by other matters at the time, and just as You Ting said, He was unable to protect Himself.

You Ting asked very seriously: “You bring disaster to this world and still call it salvation. Do you genuinely not find it ridiculous?”

The Deity naturally would not find His own statement ridiculous.

In His eyes, anyone and anything could be sacrificed.

What could be more important than the Deity Himself?

Moreover, He had always been convinced that His method could bring about the completeness of everyone.

He looked at You Ting, as if looking at an ignorant child.

More words were pointless. By now, the Deity already knew that the person before Him could no longer be His strongest aid.

“Good child,” He seemed to sigh, “You were born from Me, so I have no choice but to personally destroy you.”

If she could open her eyes, You Ting truly wanted to see this so-called Deity standing before her.

What nerve He had to say such things.

The corners of her lips slightly lifted, and she said: “Go ahead and try.”

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