The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 32

Night deepened.

Ning Ning’s dorm room was bathed in warm yellow light. He was slowly stuffing the last soft piece of loungewear into his suitcase, feeling oddly conflicted.

[Help—business trip and I still have to pack myself. No life assistant? Is this reasonable?]

He was grumbling inwardly when the little snow-white thing at his feet suddenly acted out of character.

The plush cloud beast, which had always been clingy, was not curled at his feet now but pacing anxiously around the room. As Ning Ning was about to zip up his suitcase, it suddenly leaped up with a “whoosh,” using its small body to block the opening and emitted a low, distressed whine.

“Okay, okay, little one, I’ll take you with me tomorrow.” Ning Ning smiled and reached to pick it up.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the plush animal, the night outside the dorm deepened to blacker than ink.

Three shadows slipped soundlessly into the dormitory’s outer darkness. Their combat suits seemed to swallow light. The man at the front tapped his wrist terminal; the voice-activated lights at the end of the dorm corridor did not respond. In three seconds, the surveillance and alarm systems of the entire S-rank student dormitory building were completely seized by an invisible signal—put to an absolute “sleep.”

Their steps on the expensive carpet made no sound as they stopped precisely in front of Room 1107.

Inside the room, Ning Ning was puzzled by the plush beast’s fierce resistance—when, all at once, it seemed to sense something terrible and tore itself free from his arms!

It arched its body violently; every hair on its snow-white fur stood on end, like an instant explosion of fluff!

“Ssss—!!!”

The sound the plush cloud beast emitted was no longer a spoiled purr but a sharp, deathlike hiss. Its little black eyes stared fixedly at the door as if warning of extreme danger.

Ning Ning’s heart dropped.

[SYSTEM! Where are the guards? Security? I was promised top-tier protection—are S-rank dorm doors made of paper?!]

He instinctively looked toward the door; there was nothing visible. But that absolute silence made the hairs on his arms rise. The nightly insect chirps and breeze outside the dorm seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand—all that remained was deathly quiet.

Too late.

There was no knocking, no sound of lock-picking.

Only a faint, almost inaudible click: the lock core had been instantly neutralized by high-tech tools. Then the door was pushed open by an invisible seam.

A foot wrapped in a black combat boot stepped silently onto the soft carpet of his room.

A cold wind rushed in, carrying a faint metallic, bloody tang.

Three black-clad figures filed in, their movements swift and ghostlike. They radiated the lethal pressure of top-tier Sentinels—a predator’s focus fixed on its quarry.

Ning Ning hardly had time to straighten when a tangible mental pressure slammed into him like a wall of ice; his breath caught and his head throbbed.

The tall man at the front, the leader, showed no emotion in the eyes exposed beneath his tactical mask. He flicked his wrist; a metal cuff sparking with ghostly blue arcs flew toward Ning Ning’s wrist!

It was a specially made A-class psych-suppressor. Once locked on, even the strongest taters — even powerful mind-guides — would be reduced to ordinary, powerless people!

The man’s movements were a blur.

[Help! Is this me being defeated before I even begin? Xiao Lin, where are you?! Where’s your personal guard?!] Ning Ning’s panic pierced his head like needles—but his body reacted faster than thought. He instinctively stumbled backward; his ankle caught the edge of the suitcase, he lost balance and fell backward, clumsily toward the cold hand reaching for him.

At the critical instant, Ning Ning’s mental sea convulsed.

Not a voluntary release—rather, the instinctive, ferocious reaction of the life-source when under threat, the sealed “divinity” in his bloodline, enraged and resisting!

Deep in the depths of his mental sea, the moon rabbit that had long been hidden beneath the laurel tree opened its deep, nebula-like purple eyes in an instant.

“Vrrrr—”

A pressure impossible to describe suddenly radiated from Ning Ning—silent, yet more destructive than any Sentinel’s psychic strike. It was not an attack in the usual sense, but a root-level domination.

The lead black-clothed man froze mid-move.

The malice and killing intent on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a terror and blankness as if beholding a god. His outstretched hand went rigid in midair, mere centimeters from Ning Ning’s wrist; the psych-suppressor, sparking with blue arcs, began to tremble violently as its user’s mental strength collapsed.

Not just him—the intruders in the room all froze at the same time.

They were statues with their attack poses held, their eyes losing focus as if their souls had been ripped out and crushed by that foreign power.

Ning Ning collapsed onto the floor, hands on the soft carpet, dazed by the surreal scene.

He felt a warm glow behind him.

A sacred, majestic “moon disk” made of pure moonlight was slowly coalescing behind him. The disk was not dazzling but carried an inviolable, holy aura that wrapped the entire room in a calm, absolute domain.

“Crackle…boom!”

Inside the moon-god’s domain, the A-class psych-suppressor couldn’t last a second. Its internal structure was obliterated by the overwhelming energy flow and exploded into useless fragments.

The three top assassins fell backward without so much as a grunt, instantly unconscious. Their mental seas had been violently cleansed by the sacred force, plunged into a stupor deeper than death.

The suppression device’s destruction triggered its internal highest-level alarm; a piercing siren shredded the night and rang through the First Military Academy.

The room calmed.

Ning Ning panted, pale, heart racing. He looked at his hands as if they still carried that foreign, world-ending power.

[What…what did I do? Are they dead? No—they’re still breathing…]
[What the hell is this power?! Has my B-class experience pass expired? System, did you just hand me GM privileges?!]

The moon disk’s light flickered and slowly faded. Deep in the mental sea, the moon rabbit closed its eyes again and licked its paw, as if everything had been a dream.

The siren grew louder; hurried footsteps and angry shouts echoed through the building.

Ning Ning’s mind snapped back—he had only one thought left.

[I’m doomed. This is more trouble than being assassinated!]

Before he could rise, the dorm door—the same one that had been silently breached—was hurled open from outside with a completely different, monstrously violent force; it crashed off its frame with a thunderous bang.

Splinters flew.

A figure charged in like a storm, wrath and cold killing intent swirling.

It was Xiao Lin.

He was still in his crisp uniform; it was clear he’d just finished official duties when the alarm reached him. His dark-gold eyes were burning with annihilating fire as his gaze swept across the ruined room and the three unconscious black-clad men, finally locking onto the pale, stunned Ning Ning slumped on the floor.

In an instant, the murderous aura that could make entire star systems tremble vanished—as if an invisible hand had squeezed it out.

All the fury and madness turned into a tidal wave of pain and fear when Xiao Lin saw the boy’s moist, terrified purple eyes.

“Ning Ning!”

Xiao Lin’s voice was hoarse. He crossed the debris in a single leap and half-knelt before him. He reached out but hesitated to touch—afraid of startling the frightened little rabbit.

He gently brushed Ning Ning’s cheek with his fingertips. The icy touch made his heart clench.

“Don’t be afraid.” Xiao Lin’s voice held suppressed fury, but when he spoke to Ning Ning it softened to the extreme, comforting and authoritative. “I’m here.”

He shrugged off his uniform—still warm with his body heat—and wrapped Ning Ning tightly from head to toe, then scooped him up in his arms, hugging him close as if to fold him into his bones.

“Damn!” he breathed, looking down at the trembling boy. The dark-gold in his eyes was laced with lethal venom. “They all deserve to die!”

At that moment, another figure entered.

Gu Qingfeng arrived with the academy guard. The gentle, ever-present smile on his face was gone; in its place was a cold, bleak severity.

His gaze swept the room; upon seeing Ning Ning safe in Xiao Lin’s arms, his taut nerves relaxed slightly—then a deeper, more chilling light flickered in his eyes.

“The Marshal was quick,” Gu Qingfeng said evenly as he stepped in, glancing at Xiao Lin’s boot still smeared with splinters. “Seems the capital isn’t as safe as the front lines.”

Xiao Lin didn’t spare him a look; all his attention was on the person in his arms.

The sudden events and the terrifying auras of the two powerful men left Ning Ning a little stunned. He cowered in Xiao Lin’s warm coat, only half of his face showing. In a small, trembling voice—like one who’d just escaped death—he asked the key question: “Did I—did I cause trouble?”

[Help, I knocked those three out—do I have to pay for them? And this door…]

Hearing his soft, plaintive, almost tearful question, Xiao Lin’s heart tightened as if being wrenched.

At a time like this, the one thing on his treasure’s mind was worrying about this.

“No,” Xiao Lin tightened his arms and pressed Ning Ning’s face to his solid chest so he wouldn’t see the bloody scene. His voice was low and firm, soothing and absolute. “You didn’t cause trouble.”

He looked up at Gu Qingfeng; his eyes were colder than the deepest abyss.

“They’re the ones who caused trouble.”

“I will make them learn what happens to those who touch mine.”

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