Crap!
Someone was coming.
Ding dong, ding dong—
The doorbell kept ringing nonstop, as if it were something urgent.
Xu Lian shot upright, scrambling off the bed in a panic.
She quickly grabbed a couple of random clothes from the wardrobe and threw them on, then rushed into the bathroom to glance at herself in the mirror.
A prominent brow ridge, long and sharp eyes, and exquisitely flawless features.
Just looking at this face could attract money!
Damn!
How did she become Song Jinze?
She suddenly recalled the parchment scroll beneath her feet before she lost consciousness.
That damn thing had actually been real.
Xu Lian took three seconds to accept reality. Then, in her now morally unrestrained mind, seven sinister words surfaced:
A slave turns over and becomes the master!
She had practically died once already—so becoming a living tyrant seemed perfectly reasonable.
Ding dong, ding dong—
Her expression calmed as she went to open the door.
Standing outside was a woman who looked rushed and anxious.
Xu Lian froze for a moment.
Oh? Wasn’t this her former colleague?
Mu Hua—just like her, she worked under Gu Ying.
A highly skilled spy who had long infiltrated Song Jinze’s territory.
Xu Lian found it a bit amusing. Who would have thought that after losing her job, she would still run into a colleague here?
This woman, Mu Hua, had often gone against her in the organization. Because Xu Lian was physically weak and lacked strength, she couldn’t compete, so much of her credit had been stolen by Mu Hua.
Most importantly, it was Mu Hua who had first reported her Black Brain Syndrome to the organization—under the pretense of “helping her check.”
Back then, Xu Lian had been foolish. But now that she saw everything clearly, she just wanted to hack these people to pieces.
At the same time, she sneered inwardly. Never would you have guessed, Song Jinze, that the one knocking on your door this morning is one of our people. Lucky you.
Of course, Xu Lian had no intention of helping Song Jinze clean out spies. She no longer belonged to any faction—she just wanted to be the troublemaker watching the chaos unfold.
The woman in front of her spoke, her expression worried. “Commander Song, the team we sent out a few days ago to hunt has been surrounded by Gu Ying deep inside the wormhole. Even if we invest more resources now, we won’t be able to save them. Should we consider giving up?”
Xu Lian glanced at her.
Can’t be saved? Really?
Was it that they couldn’t be saved—or that she didn’t want to save them?
Trying to get Song Jinze to abandon reinforcements, so Gu Ying could seize the opportunity and take control of the wormhole?
As a qualified spy, Xu Lian naturally understood how much interest and power struggle was mixed into this.
What they wanted was nothing more than territory and resources.
The entire interstellar space was eyeing a massive prize everyone wanted a share of—the insect beasts: terrifying creatures that invaded planets, yet were also incredibly valuable, their entire bodies full of worth.
What humanity was doing now, in the simplest terms, was:
Fighting insect beasts together for resources while secretly engaging in internal conflicts.
Major factions formed armies to seize planets with wormholes.
On the surface, they honored agreements and mutual benefit—but behind the scenes, they wished nothing more than to stab each other and monopolize everything.
Of course, Xu Lian was already sick of it. She didn’t care who won or lost anymore.
She hated both Gu Ying and Song Jinze—those two might as well fight to the death and both lose.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she smiled at Mu Hua and said, “Don’t give up so easily. The harder you work, the luckier you get. Continue the rescue!”
Take your time rescuing. Do it thoroughly. Pour all the resources in there and really rescue them!
Mu Hua froze in place.
She had never expected Song Jinze to make such an irrational decision.
And… what did “the harder you work, the luckier you get” even mean?! Since when did Song Jinze start spouting motivational nonsense?!
But she was a professional spy. She quickly suppressed her shock and continued persuading patiently. “Commander Song, the resources we brought into the wormhole are almost depleted. There may not be many people left inside. If we keep dragging this out, the losses will outweigh the gains!”
Xu Lian, of course, knew exactly what Mu Hua was planning.
Because she had participated in this very operation!
This time, Gu Ying had brought signal jammers and even hired several high-level technicians, all to feed false information to Song Jinze’s side.
So the information Mu Hua was providing now was very likely false. Song Jinze’s people were probably still inside the wormhole, waiting for reinforcements and supplies.
With something this big, how could Xu Lian not stir things up?
She immediately gave a loud order: “Send more personnel into the wormhole immediately—the more the better. Spare no cost. I want that wormhole secured at all costs. Today, that wormhole must be mine!!”
Let Gu Ying lose resources! Let Song Jinze lose troops! Let them all die! Neither of you will have it easy!
Mu Hua was stunned.
What the hell was going on?!
Did Song Jinze have a stroke today?!
Why did his tone sound so strange? Wasn’t he usually calm and composed? Why… why did he suddenly seem like a bandit?!
But an order was an order. She had no choice but to obey. She saluted on the spot and left.
Xu Lian felt ecstatic.
So this was what it felt like to command others from a position of power?
Hahaha! Hohoho! Hehehe!
She had struck it rich! Struck it rich!
She even felt like her ancestors’ graves must be smoking with good fortune right now.
Still not satisfied, she called Mu Hua back. “Oh right—go brew me a cup of tea. The best kind. If it tastes bad, don’t bring it. Also, send some food over—expensive stuff. You know, fragrant ones, haha.”
Xu Lian had never eaten anything good in her life, not even high-quality ingredients, so her description was extremely vague.
Mu Hua felt like she was sleepwalking. “O-Okay, Commander Song.”
Xu Lian gave a wicked smile and turned back to lie on the bed.
She had never felt this relaxed in her life. Mainly because Song Jinze’s body felt too good.
She was used to the dull pain in her chest, used to feeling dizzy after standing too long. Suddenly being in the body of a strong S-rank commander—it was almost overwhelming.
She immediately did a few somersaults, kicked off her shoes, and rolled around on the bed and floor like a primitive human just released from a cage, full of energy.
So good! So good!!
After rolling around, she got up and wandered around the room, touching all of Song Jinze’s expensive electronic devices, fiddling with everything like she might even lick them.
After all that, she lounged comfortably, happily enjoying her incredibly rich and delicious breakfast.
At the same time, she began planning her next steps.
She felt not the slightest guilt about occupying someone else’s place—only overwhelming joy.
Once she had her fill of excitement, Xu Lian leaned back, sipping her drink, and pulled out a blank notebook from Song Jinze’s drawer. Taking his obviously expensive fountain pen, she drew a table and began organizing her plans and thoughts.
Her handwriting was ugly—she had never received much formal education.
But that didn’t affect her thinking.
Right now, she needed to confirm three things.
First, she had to completely eliminate any possibility of Song Jinze reclaiming his body.
The parchment scroll was still in that old house. If Song Jinze woke up, he would definitely see it.
If he dripped blood onto it and spoke her name, their souls would switch back—and she would be finished.
Fortunately, Song Jinze probably didn’t know her name yet. Her bracelet had been destroyed, and there was no information about her in the room.
But there was always the risk he might find out.
So she needed to locate him immediately—either negotiate, or…
Eliminate him.
Second, she had to familiarize herself with Song Jinze’s life and everyone who might know him, to avoid exposing herself.
She immediately picked up the bracelet beside the bed, unlocked it with facial recognition, and opened the contact list, browsing through every piece of past communication.
Then she checked his photo gallery, apps, shopping records, and browsing history.
After a general review, Xu Lian had a rough understanding.
But…
There was still the most important third matter—
Song Jinze was an S-rank commander. After her soul transferred into his body, had she inherited his mental power level as well?
If not, this would become her most fatal flaw, the easiest way for her to be exposed.
Xu Lian immediately tried to mobilize the mental power talent of this body.