Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Don’t Be Afraid

“Who are you?” another zombie spoke.

Deep within the base, Yu Yinglang’s face turned grim. His “Eye of God” had not foreseen this woman; he had only seen his beloved fiancé arriving alone, their subsequent marriage, and his acquisition of her powerful ability. Ouroboros—such a unique power was wasted on a woman.

Yin Shaoqing let out a cold laugh. She took off her sunglasses, tossed them aside, and curled her red lips into a look of pure disdain. “I’m your ancestor.”

Without the sunglasses and casting aside her previous aloof demeanor, that face was one Yu Yinglang knew all too well.

“Ah-Qing?”

Through the eyes of the zombie, Yu Yinglang looked in astonishment at the woman who had once leaned dependently by his side. But he did not call for her to return; instead, he asked in a reproachful tone, “How can you speak to me like that? And why are you with Xiaoxue?”

If she hadn’t skipped lunch, Yin Shaoqing truly would have gagged on the spot. Ah-Qing? Tsk, it was bone-chillingly creepy. She rubbed her arms, feeling like she could scrape off a pound of goosebumps.

Yin Shaoqing retreated several steps and performed a tactical lean-back toward Yun Qianxue, nudging her. “Call me, call me. Quick, call my name.”

Yun Qianxue was also seething with suppressed rage. She realized that Yu Yinglang was likely reborn as well. But how dared he call Yin Shaoqing like that? Fortunately, Yin Shaoqing’s reaction pleased her; at least in this life, this woman was firmly on her side.

“Qing-qing,” Yun Qianxue whispered into Yin Shaoqing’s ear, her eyes darting toward the zombie. The possessiveness and boasting in her gaze left Yu Yinglang dazed.

What is going on with them?

“Are you a homosexual?” Yu Yinglang’s voice carried a loathing he didn’t even notice himself. “Xiaoxue, is this how you repay your parents? They wanted you to carry on the family line, not fool around with a woman!”

Yu Yinglang didn’t care how Yin Shaoqing would react to these words. In his previous life, she had been a submissive little bird by his side, letting him decide everything. A woman like that didn’t require consideration of her thoughts.

“What right do you have to lecture me on behalf of my parents?” Yun Qianxue looked at him coldly.

This scumbag had coaxed her and gotten engaged to her just to get his hands on her family’s ancestral hairpin. Her mother had passed away early, and her father died shortly after the engagement. When she was left alone, she had actually thought about picking a good day to hold the wedding. Looking back now, the woman who stole her hairpin was likely acting under Yu Yinglang’s instructions.

Having been humiliated several times by the duo, Yu Yinglang finally snapped in a fit of rage. “Xiaoxue, don’t be ungrateful! I’m truly doing this for your own good. If you were a normal person, you’d come over here and return to the base with me to get married!”

“D*mn, why hasn’t a scumbag like you been struck dead by lightning?” Shaoqing was furious. A bolt of lightning crashed down, turning that zombie into flying ash.

Shaoqing lacked Yin Shaoqing’s usual composure and patience. She wished everything would just be destroyed—let everyone die!

BOOM—

Thunder shook heaven and earth. Lightning tore through space, and raging flames rose to meet the storm. Thousands of icy blades were hurled by the woman standing at the peak. The earth moaned and buckled as a hurricane laden with blades slammed violently against the base’s walls!

The towering hurricane swept up dark clouds, bolstered by the roar of thunder. Countless low-level zombies were swept up and tossed inside the base walls. Yin Shaoqing stood upon a giant rock, overlooking the dense, roaring swarms of zombies pouncing upward. She created a bridge of ice to send Yun Qianxue into the base.

She would see just how powerful a so-called “mental-attribute” ability user really was.

The corners of Yin Shaoqing’s lips curled upward with delight. Amidst the roar of thunder and fire, her laughter sounded increasingly like a vengeful ghost from purgatory—like a hopeless madman!

“Shaoqing isn’t afraid of death… but are you?” she murmured as earthen spikes and ice blades slashed out. The stench of foul blood stained her in black, a filth that couldn’t be washed away.

“Get out of the way!” The guard unit stationed on the walls screamed in panic, dodging the zombies falling with heavy thuds. A squad leader grabbed a panicked member and kicked them back, roaring with a gun in hand, “Everyone get back! The Young Mistress is controlling these zombies, what are you afraid of!”

“Heh~” The man’s voice was so loud it made Yun Qianxue, who had just stepped into the city, laugh. She turned and passed him, letting a zombie from behind tear open the man’s neck, shredding him while he was completely off guard.

In the apocalypse, how long can a defenseless dependent survive?

“AAAAHH—Don’t come near me!” The influx of nearly a thousand zombies caused chaos to erupt in the base, turning it into a battlefield drenched in blood.

Even a peak Grade 4 mental-attribute user would need considerable effort to control Grade 3 zombies to suppress Yin Shaoqing. Furthermore, that madwoman only grew stronger against powerful foes. She wasn’t afraid of death; she treated death like a game. This forced Yu Yinglang to use all his energy to control the zombie army outside the city to attack her.

“Damn you, you’re a lunatic!” a zombie roared, gripping an ice blade with both hands and slashing at Yin Shaoqing.

Yin Shaoqing performed a backhand thrust with an ice blade, piercing a Grade 2 zombie lunging from behind. Her left arm, transformed into steel, solidly blocked the downward slash! Lightning spread beneath her feet, violently repelling the surging low-level zombies, while an earthen spike skewered a Grade 3 earth-attribute zombie in front of her.

Failing the strike, the ice-attribute zombie tried to retreat, but Yun Qianxue grabbed its ice blade with two fingers. Raging flames incinerated everything.

BOOM! BOOM! Thunder, explosions, and earth-sinking.

That madwoman, all by herself, was a natural disaster!

“In ancient times, natural disasters killed by the hundreds of thousands.” The earth rose, forming a peak guarded by clusters of spikes. Yin Shaoqing stood at the top with her blade held horizontally, her eyes hiding a sharp edge as she spoke boldly: “Now, how long can you hold me back?”

Drinking like a whale to swallow the sea, fighting across three thousand miles; one sword stands against a million soldiers.

The person she protected—no one could touch.

“Power, power! D*mn this power!” Yu Yinglang roared in frustration.

In the deepest part of Base S, in a dim room, a short girl with bloodshot eyes gripped a vial of medicine and injected it into her arm. He needed power—power enough to kill that madwoman!

“Young Mistress, too many zombies have broken into the base! Please, save us!” A guard captain burst in at an inopportune moment, covered in soot and looking wretched as he pleaded with their “God.”

Yu Yinglang, entirely focused on his struggle with Yin Shaoqing, had no time for these vermin. Parasites who lived by clinging to the strong had to be prepared to be discarded. He diverted a sliver of energy to control the guard captain, making him issue an order to the entire unit:

“Defend the base to the death.”

“To the death? I’m already dying, but the base can’t be held!” someone collapsed. They thought siding with the Young Mistress would bring peace, but now they were going to die?

“Whoever wants to defend it can, I’m not dying here. I’m leaving.” Some people hurriedly packed their things, attempting to flee. They were cowards to begin with, incapable of risking their lives like others to protect the special ability users while fighting alongside the Young Mistress. So they had turned like lackeys to the Young Mistress, becoming dogs who knelt and barked but couldn’t bite, accustomed to bullying others through borrowed power.

When death truly arrived, they would similarly abandon the Young Mistress and their so-called oaths of loyalty. From such people, not a single promise could be taken as truth.

BANG! A bullet exploded the head of a fleeing man.

The guard captain, his eyes hollow, raised his gun and repeated: “Defend the base to the death.”

Either die, or fight desperately to hold the base. The parasites had no right to choose a third path.

The explosions above and the chaos in the guard unit directly affected the underground laboratory. Those who a moment ago were delightedly wielding knives on their own kind, enjoying their screams, were in the next instant pierced through the skull by long arrows. The powerful impact sent them flying, pinning them firmly to the walls like swaying “teru teru bozu” dolls.

A man holding a scalpel ignored Yun Qianxue behind him, even though she was a lethal threat. He was still delightedly dissecting a person who was convulsing in pain. Cutting open the arm, gouging out the blood vessels… See, what sweet blood; with just a gentle flick, the deliciousness flows out~

Just as he was excitedly about to taste the “delicacy,” a sharp scalpel left a gleam in his eyes.

Squelch! The sensation of a blade piercing an eyeball was something these people were familiar with. It was beautiful, but they had never experienced that terrifying pain themselves.

“AAAAAAAAHHH!!”

A long sword followed the scream, severing his arm. Under the vengeful gaze of the person being dissected, Yun Qianxue slashed through the man’s legs.

Ah, how about it? My dissection skills aren’t bad, right?

She had never studied dissection, but she had been dissected. Not a single drop of blood splattered onto Yun Qianxue; she was still wearing the clothes Yin Shaoqing had picked for her. A white long-sleeved shirt, light-colored trousers, and snow-white shoes stepped on the cold, pale floor, dancing to avoid the filthy human blood.

“My dissection skills are good, aren’t they?” she said with a smile. She too had been locked here, her limbs sliced by knives, watching in pain, unable to live or die. See how well I’ve learned from my tormentors~

The scalpel slashed through the man’s throat; the smell of blood was truly nauseating. In the entire ten-level basement, across over three hundred rooms, she only saved a hundred-odd people. There were over a thousand other corpses. Those with a final breath left exhaled contentedly the moment she killed the experimenters. Those clinging to life grabbed her arm, fiercely cursing the demons and begging her to avenge them.

How terrifying—for those thousand people, in the God-Abandoned Era, the most hopeless thing was not natural disasters or zombies, but these monsters wearing human skin.

In the very last room, Yun Qianxue found Qi Ming nailed to a cross. He was completely blind. Blood flowed down the cross and onto the floor, staining the black symbols there. This was a sacrifice. They had treated Qi Ming as an offering to that damn, non-existent God!

“An…” As Yun Qianxue stepped forward to take him down, she heard the boy murmuring something. Leaning in, she heard over and over: “Save An An… save… save… save An An…”

Yun Qianxue’s nose stung. The three people they had taken care of so well—one turned into a zombie, one became a sacrifice, and one was on the experimental table with her hand tendons severed.

Come at me if you have the guts! What kind of skill is it to target a group of defenseless people!

Yun Qianxue carried Qi Ming back to the hundred or so survivors, tears streaming down her face. She looked at those numb faces, holding the two children, and told them calmly yet firmly: “I will protect you.”

From now on, stand behind me. I will shield you from the wind and rain.

In this place where even God does not bless humanity, when their own kind abandoned and slaughtered them, someone finally pushed aside the darkness. Holding light in her hands, she walked before them and said, “Don’t be afraid.”

Tears fell silently from those numb faces. They were calm, they were smiling, yet they were weeping.

See, after the pain, they welcomed a blessing. They carefully… accepted… that tiny, flickering light…

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