Jiang Sui was woken up—quite literally—by the stench.
The moment her consciousness returned, an overwhelming wave of foul smells hit her senses like a bomb: excrement, sweat, body odor, and decay all mixed together.
Instinctively, she covered her nose—only to realize her hands were just as disgusting.
Right now, she was locked inside a prison cell crammed with dozens of people. The space was small, airtight, and overcrowded. One careless step could land directly in something filthy.
Jiang Sui felt utterly hopeless.
A few hours ago, she had suddenly transmigrated into a female-centric apocalypse novel. But she hadn’t arrived at the beginning of the story where she could hoard supplies and prepare for the end times—instead, she had landed in the late stage of the plot, when everything was already coming to a close.
The original body was named Jiang Sui (Jiang Sui/姜穗), a vicious supporting female character—the most hated fiancée of the story’s final villain.
She was cruel, selfish, and despicable. The reason the final villain became a mass-murdering psychopath? Half of it was because of her.
Jiang Sui tried hard to recall what the original character had done to him.
She had read this apocalypse novel months ago. Her memory was blurry, especially the later parts, since she had skimmed them while sleep-deprived.
She only vaguely remembered this: the final villain was essentially a “human blood bank.” His flesh and blood had powerful healing properties—enough to regenerate wounds and even regrow bone if enough was consumed.
And in the early days, he had been a crippled man with paralyzed legs.
So his fiancée clung to him like a leech, draining his blood and selling his flesh for supplies. Because of his healing ability, he wouldn’t die no matter how badly he was injured—so every day, he was cut open, bled, and used as a resource.
Later, when the villain began awakening other abilities, Jiang Sui (the original) feared retaliation and sold him to a corrupt research facility.
That was the true descent into hell.
The lab strapped him to a bed and continuously dissected, bled, and experimented on him. As his abilities evolved and his regeneration strengthened, they kept him permanently mutilated—injecting drugs, removing organs, and preventing healing to stop him from escaping.
Whenever his organs regenerated, they were immediately cut out again and processed into experimental material.
He endured this for half a year before finally escaping.
After that, he rose to power and became a terrifying final boss—destroying bases and nearly killing the protagonists.
Jiang Sui vaguely remembered: the villain was cold, twisted, lacking humanity, and extremely vindictive.
He killed indiscriminately, sometimes even turning people into “fireworks,” hanging them up like candles, feeding them to mutated creatures, and using those creatures to evolve his abilities further.
He killed based purely on mood—someone with an ugly haircut might lose their head. And everyone who had ever wronged him? Not a single one survived.
Including his fiancée—the one who had dragged him into hell.
And now, the plot had reached the point where the villain had been poisoned and was interrogating suspects.
By sheer coincidence, among those suspects… was his fiancée.
Thinking of this, Jiang Sui shuddered.
Because next, she would be tortured: hung up, skinned alive, and slowly drained of blood before being crushed into pulp.
A truly miserable death.
No way. Was she really starting off like this?!
Where was the system? If she had transmigrated, shouldn’t there be a system or cheat ability?
At that moment, the prison door opened. A group of men walked in.
The prisoners immediately panicked, scrambling backward like frightened birds—because the last group taken away had all been tortured to death by the villain.
Jiang Sui tried to hide too—but failed.
A burly man grabbed her hair and dragged her out.
Her scalp burned with pain as she was pulled through a narrow, dark corridor like a rag doll. Eventually, she was thrown into a large hall.
Bright light stabbed her eyes. She instinctively shut them.
Her hands touched something wet and sticky. Looking down, she saw thick, red blood smeared across the floor.
Out of the corner of her eye, she also saw curled-up pieces of skin and flesh—like torn pork skin—horrifying and grotesque.
“Drip.”
Something fell onto her face.
She slowly looked up—
And froze.
Above her hung bodies.
Dozens of them.
Skinless, blood-soaked corpses dangling in the air like meat hooks. Their heads hung down, exposed eyeballs staring straight at her.
Jiang Sui’s face went pale instantly. Her stomach churned violently, and she immediately vomited—but there was nothing inside her stomach. Only dry heaving.
This was an empty hall.
Separated by the hanging corpses, she could see a luxurious lounge area in the distance—soft sofas, a tea table filled with food, a bar counter, wine cabinet, and expensive coffee machine.
Several cleanly dressed men and women sat inside, casually drinking and chatting—luxurious, calm, and completely detached from the hell outside.
And in the center—
A young man sat sideways in a single armchair.
Black windbreaker, dark hair, pale skin, sharp nose bridge. Strikingly handsome—like a beautiful pretty boy.
But his eyes were cold and lazy as he slowly wiped a bone-splitting knife with a white cloth.
Beside him were neatly arranged blades of all sizes—a complete skinning set.
The cloth was stained red with blood, yet his long fingers remained elegant and clean.
Jiang Sui’s heart jolted.
She knew immediately.
This was him.
The final villain—Xie Yanhan.
More people were thrown into the hall. About twenty in total. They were forced to kneel in rows in the center, surrounded by dripping corpses.
A blond man asked excitedly, “Boss, how should we play with this batch?”
Someone else suggested, “We’re tired of skinning. How about steaming them? Full banquet style.”
“Or barbecue them on skewers!” another chimed in eagerly, as if discussing dinner plans.
Jiang Sui’s scalp went numb.
Then—
A cold voice rang out.
“I’m bored.”
Just three words.
The entire room fell silent instantly.
Oppressive stillness spread.
Jiang Sui stole a glance.
It was him speaking.
Xie Yanhan slowly stood up. Tall, thin, elegant—yet radiating the cold, bloodthirsty aura of something that had crawled out of hell.
His voice turned indifferent and impatient.
“Kill them all.”