I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 235: The Second Retrospection

During that time, Ruka, Leberli, Carl, and Zong Fang had all stayed by her side.

Qiao Suisui personally arranged his funeral, and just 12 hours after Anubis’s death, she collapsed while presenting flowers at the funeral and was forced to log out.

She then returned to the real world, where this experience was comparatively insignificant.

Once back in the game world, Qiao Suisui learned that Ruka, in his quest to find her, had continually tried to cross the line of death, hoping to exceed the game world and reach her world. However, he never had the opportunity to meet Lanze and find the bug’s location and accidentally died in what was called a ’suicide’.

Differently this time, Leberli did not initiate a war because, on the night before Qiao Suisui logged out this time, Leberli, annoyed that she kept letting Zong Fang sleep in her room, argued with her and spoke some cruel words against his heart. He had planned to apologize the next day, but the event happened too suddenly, and she was gone.

In the following decade, he was consumed by guilt and self-blame, falling into decay, which led him to make entirely different choices than the previous timeline. He continually donated, did good deeds, and took in homeless people, attempting to alleviate even a bit of his guilt. Yet, in his midnight dreams, he still returned to that scene.

He held her wrist, his eyes reddened, and said, "Even if you favor him, there should be a limit. Where did I go wrong? Tell me, and I’ll change."

"So what is it now? You allow him to accompany you every day? Then, in the future, you take him and those snake cubs back to Soter, leaving me and the kids in Auslan!"

Leberli, no matter what, couldn’t get over it. He slapped himself hard when he missed her the most, and for many years, he didn’t dare to see her.

Carl’s situation wasn’t much better, roughly the same as the last timeline, with alcohol and hallucinogens addiction.

This time, it was Zong Fang and Ruka who kept her body in the Crystal Coffin, guarding her at a very low temperature.

Qiao Suisui from this timeline gradually merged with the Qiao Suisui of this moment.

Her hand slowly came down from her forehead, her body already soaked with cold sweat, her hearing gradually returning as Leberli anxiously checked her condition.

"Suisui, look at me, Suisui, what’s wrong with you, don’t scare me..."

Qiao Suisui looked at the man in front of her, only then noticing the details she had missed from being too happy earlier—there was a faint worry line between his eyebrows, a trace left by his habitual frowning out of long-standing distress.

She gently touched that line with her hand, her eyes already calming down.

"Ash..."

"I’m here. Suisui, are you feeling uncomfortable, do you have a headache?"

Leberli held her, not daring to let go for even a moment.

Qiao Suisui looked up, took a deep breath, and then gently embraced him, "Ash, we’ll see each other later."

"What?"

Leberli was still processing her words when he saw the person in his arms break free and quickly run outside.

Qiao Suisui, ignoring Leberli’s shouts from behind, used a flying device to return to the Ruins Eye.

She took out the Time Retrospection Device for the second time, adjusted her breathing, and pressed it without hesitation.

This time, she knew what the issue was, so she chose to return to an even earlier point in time.

...

Southern Battlefield.

The night sky sparkled with stars.

Qiao Suisui opened her eyes, looked around, and confirmed that beneath her feet was the underground experiment base; at this point in time, she should be inside with Carl, looking for clues.

Instead of running to the entrance to go inside, she found a relatively high spot and took out the three-clawed cable gun from the system, aiming and firing it at that spot. freewёbnoνel.com

With a ’click’, the three-clawed iron hook securely grasped the rock above, she wrapped the rope around her hand twice, and nimbly climbed over it in a few movements.

Qiao Suisui stood on the high ground, overlooking the entire area below.

As time ticked by minute by minute, she steadied her mind, squatting motionlessly on the inconspicuous terrain, quietly waiting.

It was utterly silent around her, and after more than ten minutes, she finally spotted a familiar figure in her field of vision.

A silver-haired man came striding forward, his movements utterly soundless as if he were a ghost. He skillfully located the underground entrance and placed the pre-prepared mini explosive device in the right spot. This was a Federation-manufactured explosive, no bigger than a palm yet very powerful, capable of causing an explosion within a radius of five hundred meters centered on the device.

Qiao Suisui pulled out a sniper rifle directly from the System, now lying prone, peering through the scope at Zong Fang’s actions below.

Her fingertips rested on the trigger, aiming at Zong Fang’s head, her hands trembling slightly.

Even though she knew this wasn’t the real Zong Fang but Wei Shou in disguise, as she came to the actual moment of pulling the trigger, she still couldn’t be resolute. Gazing at Zong Fang’s face, she found it difficult to steady her mind whenever she imagined blowing his head apart.

She took her hand off the trigger, bowed her head, took a deep breath, then continued to lie prone, her eyes shifting back to the scope, trying to distract herself with other thoughts.

She suddenly remembered back on the Southern Battlefield when Carl used to love telling her bedtime stories.

Other people’s bedtime stories involved princes and princesses, but his were about the use and maintenance of sniper rifles, the essentials of shooting actions, and the angles and heights of ambush spots, and so on. Every time he started on these topics, Qiao Suisui would feel overwhelmingly sleepy, just like when she listened to her political teacher discuss Marx in school. Carl made his bedtime stories intricate and professional on purpose because he knew she would fall asleep easily, ensuring they were dull.

"The most important thing first is to choose a sniper rifle that suits you. I like using the M40—it looks cool, isn’t too heavy, and makes it easy to run after shooting. Then select the right bullets, because different bullets will have different effects...."

"Check your rifle and scope to make sure they are both in good condition. Clean the barrel, don’t let it be dirty inside...."

"Find a concealed spot, preferably somewhere elevated with a clear field of view...."

Carl’s voice seemed to whisper in her ear. She closed her eyes, quieted her mind, imagining that he was right beside her, holding her hand and guiding her.

"Place the target in the crosshairs of the scope, try to stabilize yourself. Control your breathing, usually shoot at the end of an exhale because that’s when you’re most stable."

Qiao Suisui looked up, determination and resolve clear in her eyes, she watched the crosshairs in the scope, controlling her breathing.

"When pulling the trigger, do it slowly, don’t jerk, this will minimize the recoil. Keep watching the target after you shoot, to see if you hit it."

Inhale. Her slender fingertips slowly curved around the trigger, aiming at the back of Zong Fang’s head.

"Recoil will affect your next aim, so it has to be a kill shot; don’t shoot if you’re not fully confident."

Exhale.

’Bang—’

Just one second before Zong Fang was about to detonate the device, Qiao Suisui blew his head off with a shot.

The bullet passed through the man’s forehead, blood instantly flooding the handsome face from the bullet hole.

Qiao Suisui, through the scope, coolly confirmed her target was precisely hit. Without any hesitation, she rapidly stood up, skillfully wrapping the rifle in the rope, the muzzle firmly hooked over the top of the rope, creating an impromptu zip line device, then decisively leapt from the high ground.

Driven by gravity, she descended like a nimble shadow walker, her rifle steadily pulling her swiftly down the rope. The wind howled past her ears as she traced a sharp arc through the air, swift and graceful.

In just a few seconds, she landed firmly on the ground, her feet touching the ground so lightly that not even a whisper of sound was made. Qiao Suisui stood upright, stepped forward to confirm Zong Fang’s corpse, only to find the man in front of her had turned into a deflating human skin.

She knew Wei Shou must be observing from the shadows nearby, and she needed to give some clues to Carl and herself. But she couldn’t appear openly.

She noticed many metal pipes embedded in the wall at the entrance, so she started hammering on them vigorously with her rifle.

The pipes were connected throughout the underground laboratory, and having seen its interior before, she was certain that the sound transmitted through the metal would definitely reach underground.

By the fourth strike, a hard object pressed against the back of Qiao Suisui’s head.

Her movement froze mid-air, and as she slowly turned her head, she saw Wei Shou pointing a gun at her head.