The transformed weapons around them spun wildly, like a miniature galaxy on the verge of exploding.
Enter?
Ning Shuyin wondered for a moment if she had misheard.
Situ Linchen looked at her uncomprehending expression, his patience seemingly exhausted.
His voice was filled with longing.
“Use your Special Ability, your Healing Power. Enter my Consciousness Sea and Resonate with me. Repair the cracks in my energy.”
This man who was decisive in killing and judgment actually revealed a trace of vulnerability.
Resonance… Consciousness Sea… Healing Power?
Ning Shuyin finally understood—he was asking her for a treatment.
But…
She was just an ordinary person. She hadn’t even Awakened.
Even if she had Awakened, 99.9999% of Navigators in the interstellar era only had the same cookie-cutter “Perception” Special Ability.
A Navigator with Healing Power was rarer than a giant panda in the present world.
Ning Shuyin looked at those eyes, slightly reddened from pain, and could only tremble as she spoke the truth: “I can’t. I don’t have Healing Power.”
It was the worst scenario she had imagined.
The moment her words fell, Situ Linchen’s eyes instantly filled with fury.
Those words completely detonated the emotions he had been struggling to control.
Situ Linchen’s body jolted violently, and the transformed weapons in the entire room began to rampage.
“What did you say? No Healing Power?”
The hope in those dark eyes extinguished, replaced by an uncontrollable madness.
His taut muscles were almost crushing her bones.
Ning Shuyin could feel that the man on top of her was still trying to control those rampaging energies.
But the more he tried to control them, the more out of control the red electric arcs around him became, lashing wildly at everything.
Broken transformed blades cut through his skin.
Within the hundred-square-meter space, the out-of-control field energy had formed a vicious cycle.
[Warning! Target character Situ Linchen’s favorability is plummeting!]
[Current favorability: -80 (Extreme Hatred)]
[Hint: Without the “Meme Attractor” offsetting part of the malice, current favorability would be -110 (Enemy Destined to Be Killed in This Lifetime)]
“Favorability can still go to -110? Isn’t -100 extreme enough?” Ning Shuyin wanted to cry but had no tears.
[Host, you’re too naive.]
“What? It can get worse?”
[Of course. If you keep attracting hatred, you can go from his ‘Enemy Destined to Be Killed in This Lifetime’ to ‘Enemy Destined to Be Killed for Three Lifetimes.’ And below that, there’s still ‘Flee Through a Hundred Reincarnations, Yet Cannot Escape Pursuit.’]
Ning Shuyin: “…”
Does this transmigration script support deleting the account and restarting?
However, reality gave her no chance to breathe.
A piercing crackle of electric current exploded. A runaway energy arc lashed across her arm, bringing a sharp, stinging pain.
“Crzzzt—”
Overloaded energy surged through like a flood.
Her uniform was instantly burned through, and then, pulled by the energy, was torn apart like flimsy paper and swept away.
Cold air blew against her exposed skin.
The next second, a weight and body heat with even more presence pressed down—
Situ Linchen pushed his body even lower, almost completely flush against her, without a single gap.
Another shattered blade shrieked toward her, heading straight for her face.
For the first time, Ning Shuyin felt that the breath of death was so clear.
Her vision went dark.
But the expected agony did not come.
In the instant before the shattered blade arrived, Situ Linchen’s body, pressing down once more, became her shield.
“Pfft——”
The sound of a blade piercing flesh was unsettling.
Ning Shuyin felt the man’s body tremble, and a large amount of warm liquid flowed down his shoulder and neck onto her.
It was blood.
Warm blood.
“…You’re injured.”
She spoke.
The girl’s voice, as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, reached his ears.
He… was injured?
Of course he was injured.
A flesh wound—he no longer felt any pain from it.
He was constantly experiencing the agony of his Consciousness Sea being torn apart, and the violent tremor at his core from the energy backlash.
He could barely hear the sounds outside anymore.
But her voice could clearly reach his ears. Why?
Suddenly, he snapped back to attention.
It was that voice that made him realize a crack had appeared in the vicious cycle of his uncontrolled energy.
Seizing that moment, that crack.
Situ Linchen let out a low growl, and with sheer force of will, he began to rein in the energy on the verge of exploding.
This process was clearly excruciating.
Countless red energy arcs, as if alive, roared in defiance, yet were forcibly dragged back by an even greater power.
Finally, the shattered phantom weapons were gradually pulled back into his body.
As the last wisp of red energy arc sank into Situ Linchen’s back, the entire room fell into dead silence.
Ning Shuyin only felt the weight pressing down on her grow heavier.
It was him—exhausted, he collapsed over her, gasping for breath, as if he had just clawed his way back from the brink of drowning.
After a long while, he pushed himself up to sit, looking at her exposed skin with a grave expression.
“You don’t have a Special Ability.”
He examined Ning Shuyin, his tone utterly certain.
Then, his gaze turned fierce. “Speak. Who are you, really?”
“I…”
Ning Shuyin was momentarily flustered. Had he discovered that his date had been swapped?
“Hmph.”
Seeing her hesitate, Situ Linchen let out a cold sneer.
“No wonder—even that ‘Spring of Life’ in your mouth tastes no different from ordinary water.”
His expression turned icy. “Which faction sent you? The Mechanical Race? The Rockborn? Using deception and seduction under a false identity—what do you want from me?”
Situ Linchen’s words made Ning Shuyin realize just how dangerous her situation was.
He wasn’t questioning that his date had been swapped. He was treating her as a foreign spy, or even an assassin.
In the face of absolute power, he only needed to think it, and she would instantly turn to dust in the universe.
To survive, she had to explain herself clearly.
“I am Ning Shuyin. I’m no one else. When I boarded the ship, you verified my identity.”
Situ Linchen’s face darkened as he pressed, “Then why don’t you have a Special Ability? I paid a price equivalent to a year’s military budget to have the Rose Society activate the highest-priority matching protocol for me.”
“My matching criteria were clearly stated—I required my date to use Healing Power to resonate with me and treat me. How could it match me with an ordinary person like you?”
The moment he said that, Ning Shuyin immediately knew where the problem lay.
In the original story, Su Qianqian, in order to match with Gu Lei, had written her self-introduction like a universal encyclopedia.
From laundry and cooking, to familiarity with warship repair theory. From cross-species fur care, to S-Rank hazardous waste sorting—she was proficient in everything.
Using her Perception Special Ability to probe and Healing Power to treat was just standard practice for her as an S-Class Navigator.
It was also the reason she had been matched with those four interstellar “bad boys.”
Su Qianqian’s qualifications were simply too outstanding.
Now, this god of war marshal was only questioning that the match didn’t meet the criteria—there was still hope.
“Yeah, that’s right.” Ning Shuyin cleared her throat and began to desperately make things up.
“The Rose Society’s Date Matching involves a certain degree of randomness.”
“Some romantic variables are introduced during the matching process, to create unexpected, fateful encounters.”
Fortunately, when the system let her tamper with the matching results, it had cleared all the “calculation process” of the match to ensure nothing could go wrong.
Everything was now a case of dead men tell no tales.
“It must be those random numbers causing trouble. I didn’t expect to be matched with you either, Marshal.” After speaking, Ning Shuyin cautiously glanced at Situ Linchen.
But she only looked once before immediately lowering her head.
The man before her was simply…
“Um…” Her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz.
“What?” The man’s tone sounded like he wanted to devour someone, his handsome face dark with fury.
When astronomical military funds went down the drain, no one could be happy about it.
Ning Shuyin closed her eyes and spoke rapidly: “Could you… put on your pants first.”
Her face was already red enough to drip blood.