In the dimly lit room, faint moonlight fell upon an exceptionally handsome young man.
His sharp brows were tightly furrowed, his face flushed red, and fine beads of sweat covered his forehead. His slender fingers clutched tightly at his clothes.
The clarity in his eyes had long since dissolved into haze and desire.
His thin lips parted slightly as low, suppressed breaths escaped from time to time, especially clear in the silent room.
His strikingly beautiful face burned like fire—handsome, yet tinged with pain—as though he were desperately fighting against the surging force inside his body.
It stirred both pity and a strange sense of temptation.
But the unbearable heat came in relentless waves, making him increasingly restless and agitated.
Just then, the room’s door was gently pushed open.
A young woman draped in thin gauze slowly walked inside.
Beneath the translucent fabric, her graceful figure was faintly visible.
The corners of her lips curled upward slightly, a crafty glint flashing through her eyes. Step by step, she approached him, the gauze fluttering softly with her movements.
Hearing the sound, the young man struggled to raise his head.
As he looked at the approaching girl, both vigilance and uncontrollable yearning appeared in his eyes.
The girl stopped beside him and lightly traced a slender finger across his cheek, sending a tingling sensation through him.
His body trembled violently, his breathing growing even more ragged, though he still seemed to be desperately restraining himself.
She let out a soft laugh, the sound echoing through the dark room like endless temptation.
Leaning close to his ear, she whispered breathily:
“Why struggle so hard to resist?”
The young man gritted his teeth, trying to stay conscious, but the scorching heat and her closeness caused the defenses he’d built to gradually collapse.
Finally, amidst unbearable torment and struggle, he suddenly exerted force and pulled the girl fiercely into his arms.
She cried out in surprise, but before she could react, he had already pinned her heavily beneath him.
He buried his face against her jawline, hot breaths spilling across her skin as he rubbed against her neck with almost crazed desire.
The woman froze in shock at first, then a blush spread across her face, her eyes revealing both nervousness and faint anticipation.
But at that very moment—
The young man’s body suddenly changed.
A pair of furry wolf ears burst from the top of his head, sharp fangs extending from his mouth as a low growl rumbled from his throat.
Then he viciously bit into her neck.
His sharp fangs pierced her skin, blood flowing instantly and staining the girl’s clothes red.
The metallic scent of blood quickly spread through the air.
At the same time, the intense pain jolted the girl awake. Her expression changed instantly, and she shoved him away with all her strength.
The young man still seemed trapped in that frenzy and failed to react in time, stumbling backward from the force.
Ignoring both the wound on her neck and the blood continuously pouring out, the terrified girl turned and fled toward the courtyard.
The gauze fluttered wildly as she ran, streaked with blood that looked especially vivid in the darkness.
Inside the room, the young man gradually regained his senses from that maddened state.
Danger still flickered within his eyes.
Watching the direction she fled, he smiled viciously.
The girl stumbled desperately onward, eventually running deep into a dense mountain forest.
Blood still seeped from her neck.
Her face was pale as paper, her eyes filled with fear and despair.
Suddenly, a rustling sound echoed nearby.
The girl whipped her head around in terror.
A gigantic python was slowly slithering toward her, its massive body twisting through the undergrowth.
Its eyes resembled glowing lanterns, radiating chilling ferocity.
Terrified, the girl staggered backward and turned to flee in another direction.
Breathing heavily, she suddenly spotted a vague figure appearing through the mist.
Like a drowning person grabbing onto driftwood, she ran desperately toward it, shouting with all her strength:
“Help! Save—”
But the moment she finally saw the person’s face clearly, she halted abruptly, swallowing the final word whole.
Her face filled with horror.
There, leaning lazily against a tree beneath the moonlight, stood the young man.
His clothes had already been straightened.
The wolf ears and fangs had disappeared, as though he had suppressed the effects of the drug.
At his side, a long sword had already left its sheath, gleaming with murderous coldness beneath the moonlight.
“Miss Tong,” he said lightly, “you really can run.”
Tong Huanyou’s heart trembled violently, and she instinctively stepped backward.
His thin lips parted slightly, eyes narrowing as killing intent surged within them.
A faint flush still lingered on his face.
Beneath the moonlight, he looked almost soul-stealingly beautiful.
Tong Huanyou spun around immediately, wanting nothing more than to escape this terrifying devil.
But the young man moved as swiftly as a ghost.
In an instant, he appeared before her, the icy blade in his hand blocking her path.
A smile curved his brows as teasing amusement entered his voice.
“Miss Tong, where exactly are you trying to go?”
His steps were steady and powerful, each one carrying suffocating killing intent that forced Tong Huanyou backward again and again.
Suddenly—
Her body stiffened instantly.
An agonizing pain exploded through her abdomen like a tidal wave.
Disbelieving, she lowered her head to look at her stomach, pain filling her eyes.
Blood rapidly soaked through her clothes.
The young man’s sword had mercilessly pierced straight through her body.
The next second—
With a wet sound, he casually pulled the sword back out.
Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering across his devastatingly handsome face.
His pale, slender hand, dotted with scarlet blood, resembled exquisite white jade stained red—beautiful in an eerie, monstrous way.
Hatred flickered in Tong Huanyou’s eyes as she glared fiercely at the handsome young man before her, blood continuously spilling from the corners of her mouth.
Using the very last of her strength—
She raised a middle finger at him.
Then her body slowly tilted forward before crashing heavily onto the ground.
The young man looked down coldly at the corpse lying at his feet.
Blood dripped from the sword tip into the soil below.
There wasn’t the slightest trace of emotion on his face.
As though the thing he’d just killed wasn’t a person at all—
But merely an insignificant ant.
Inside a system space formed from countless streams of code—
Tong Huanyou’s legs gave out as she collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath.
Her body still retained the horrifying pain of being pierced by the sword.
After a while, she shakily touched her abdomen.
Only after confirming there was no cold blade there did she finally let out a long breath of relief.
【Welcome, Host, to the world of the novel Records Within the Floating World.】
A blue holographic screen suddenly appeared before her eyes.
Tong Huanyou was completely dumbfounded, her brain still failing to process what had happened.
Just moments ago, she had been staying up late at home cramming for exams.
Then, feeling sleepy, she accidentally slammed her head onto the desk.
The moment she opened her eyes, she found someone buried against her neck.
Before she could even understand what was happening, she got viciously bitten and fled in terror like a madwoman.
“Wait—what the hell is going on?! Did I seriously get caught up in the transmigration trend?!”
Tong Huanyou stood up and asked in confusion.
【System: Yes, dear Host. I am your exclusive攻略 system.】
“Hold on… what was the name of that book again?”
Tong Huanyou’s brain was still lagging, unable to process the information overload.
【System: Dear Host, the novel is called Records Within the Floating World.】
Tong Huanyou froze, then slapped her forehead.
She was far too familiar with that title!
About a month ago, she had been reading that very supernatural romance novel about monster hunting.
And why was she so familiar with it?
Because just when she had gotten completely hooked—
The author stopped updating it.
She had even written a massive angry review cursing the author out over the cliffhanger.
And now…
She had really transmigrated into it.
After a long while, she finally calmed down.
As a seasoned web novel addict, she was very familiar with the standard transmigration套路.
Rubbing her aching temples, she asked:
“Just tell me directly—what mission do I need to complete?”