You said you hated men, why are your eyes now full of love?-Chapter 69 - Prelude to the Collapse Symphony

Have you ever truly despaired of this world?

Hypocrisy, indifference, betrayal, cruelty... Endless negativity taking form like executioners wielding sharp blades, slicing through flesh and tormenting the battered body and mind.

Countless instances of coercion and abuse play out over and over again, each time leaving one huddled in the shadows, hoping for salvation, only to be swallowed up by escalating malice.

This sense of helplessness… is like a mad desire to escape, while still being dragged deeper within.

It was only when she saw her mother lying lifeless on the bed that the last thread finally broke. Her already fractured mental world reached its breaking point.

She stepped forward, trembling, and took hold of those rough, calloused hands.

The sensation was dry, coarse, and cold. There was no warmth at all.

Her mother had left her.

With this realization, the girl's expression became blank, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. The only faith that had kept her fighting to survive in this world vanished completely.

"Ridiculous, that old witch was like a sick ghost, but she still came to beg for you, hoping we'd let you go.

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"I just teased her, saying if she could kneel on a cactus for a few minutes, I'd consider it. I didn't expect her to actually do it, hahaha."

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"Just to be clear, she insisted on kneeling for hours until she collapsed and started coughing up blood. I didn't make her kneel for that long."

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"Ruan Qingqing, you and your mother are both such wretches. If you had obeyed me earlier, would you be in this situation now?"

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"That old hag kept begging me not to hurt you. It was so annoying. It's better now that she's dead and silent."

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"Remember, it is your honor to be noticed by us noble young masters."

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Their contemptuous words were filled with malice and indifference. The people in front of her stood high above, deciding the life and death of a lowly individual with a casual wave.

Arrogant and unrestrained, they tried to crush all hope and turn her into a docile slave for their amusement and pleasure.

The girl slowly raised her head, the last glimmer of light in her eyes consumed by the darkness.

That hysteria, that madness, was like a demon rising from the abyss.

The girl who once held onto kindness, who endured pain with innocence, vanished. What remained was someone who would do anything for revenge.

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Slaughter. Torture.

The air was thick with the smell of blood.

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Severed limbs lay scattered across the floor. Crimson blood soaked the floor tiles, obscuring their original color.

Scratch marks covered every surface, a record of panicked, violent struggle.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Screams echoed across the rooftop.

The man's face had gone pale. His left arm twisted in a full circle after being grabbed, bones snapping like dry branches.

The girl had done it effortlessly, her movements calm and light.

Cold sweat dripped down his cheeks, and his wide eyes were filled with fear, a stark contrast to his previous arrogance.

His mangled arm hung at his side, like a dangling rag, with intense pain constantly coursing through it.

He wanted to turn around and flee, but his legs were shaking uncontrollably, his feet growing weak.

As he backed away, he stumbled slightly and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hiss..."

Even if ten masks of agony were piled on top of each other, they couldn't compare to the twisted expression on his face now.

The sky was dull. Dark clouds had swallowed the light.

The girl looked down at him, her expression cold. Her eyes were black, deep and lifeless, like a stagnant well.

In the man's eyes, the approaching figure was no different than a demon from hell, ready to tear him apart and devour him.

He screamed in terror.

"Don't, don't come any closer! I was wrong, I was really wrong... Ahhh!"

Before he could finish begging for mercy, his limbs were already dismembered, giving him a free taste of the human stick package.

His heart-wrenching screams were even worse than those of the pigs slaughtered during the Lunar New Year.

Fear and pain were etched on his face, his features distorted beyond recognition, showing no trace of his once handsome appearance. Tears and snot mixed together and flowed into his mouth, and the excruciating torture caused his body to lose control and soil itself.

This wasn't violence for revenge. It was violence for the sake of cruelty.

If this continued, who knew what other forms of torture awaited him.

The unknown horrors made him tremble, and his will to live was gradually eroded by endless despair.

"Ruan... Ruan Qingqing."

His weak voice came out in broken fragments, his facial nerves spasming uncontrollably. The man's gaze was filled with venom.

"You... will... go... to hell, you definitely... will!"

Hearing his last curse before death, the girl's hollow eyes showed a slight ripple of emotion.

Hell...?

She surveyed the perfect masterpiece she had created.

The thick, sticky scent of blood filled her nostrils like the stench of rotting flesh, bringing a wave of intense nausea.

Yet she inhaled deeply, as if intoxicated.

That terrifying expression, sick with obsession, rested perfectly on her delicate, beautiful face. The madness behind her eyes seeped out slowly, revealing a kind of blackness that had no place left in this world.

That kind of color, that feeling, was despair made real.

Wasn't she already in hell?

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Dusk settled in.

Shadows danced faintly on the floor as moonlight filtered in through the window.

The room was dim and silent. Only the sound of soft, even breathing could be heard.

Thump, thump, thump.

The steady rhythm of her heart suddenly accelerated, becoming faster and faster.

Amidst the hazy chaos, Ruan Qingqing slowly opened her eyes.

"Where is this..."

Sitting up from the cold floor, she stared at her surroundings in a daze.

Her brain took a moment to process before it began to react.

It felt like that place from before. The one she could barely bring herself to call 'home'.

She stood up, running her fingertips over the furniture in the living room. The strong sense of familiarity gradually cleared her mind and thoughts.

She lowered her eyes.

So the devil had not taken her after all.

A smile curved her lips like a blooming poppy.

Breathtakingly beautiful, yet accompanied by unfathomable danger.

She had thought that the sins she had committed were enough to condemn her to the eighteenth level of Hell, never to be reborn.

But I never thought...

Ruan Qingqing paused.

She could feel her body gradually heating up.

She... seemed to have returned to the time of her first transformation on a full moon night.

"Rebirth?"

No, not quite.

She keenly sensed another soul, compatible and dormant, deep within her body.

She realized that she seemed to have come into this new cycle as a kind of second personality.

When the transformation period of the full moon passed, the Ruan Qingqing of this life would regain control as the primary personality.

Two of me...

How interesting.

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