“Darling, were you dreaming?”
A man’s hand reached over, gripping Shen Xin’s waist and pulling her closer into his embrace.
His voice was hoarse with sleep, brushing against her eardrum—gentle, yet it made Shen Xin tremble slightly.
As he spoke, his warm lips brushed against her earlobe, drifting past her ear like a kiss that wasn’t quite one, his voice growing even softer and more husky, “Did you have a nightmare?”
The light, teasing kisses near her ear made Shen Xin tremble even more violently. She steadied her rapid breathing and whispered in reply, “I dreamed… you said you loved me.”
The kisses halted abruptly. Everything around grew exceptionally quiet—so quiet that Shen Xin could clearly hear her own heartbeat.
She thought he must be able to hear it too.
Then, she heard him let out a faint, mocking laugh as he said, “My darling, you do know how to joke.”
Shen Xin bit her lip lightly. Though his response was expected, it inexplicably saddened her.
Her voice grew even softer, tinged with a hint of hoarseness, “And then… you said you would take me to hell with you.”
This time, the man’s laughter held a touch more sincerity. He let out a soft “Oh?” and asked, “Is that so?”
Shen Xin closed her eyes. “Qin Weiji, do you love me?”
Qin Weiji chuckled and countered, “What do you think, Yao Yao? Do I love you?”
He took one of her hands and pressed it firmly against his chest, his voice low and haunting, “This heart was pierced by Yao Yao’s own hand. Do you think it could still love you?”
Shen Xin’s hand trembled, and she tried to pull away, but he held it even tighter.
She could only press her palm tightly against the skin over his heart, yet beneath her touch, she felt no heartbeat.
He had no heart.
So, he was incapable of love.
Tears suddenly welled in Shen Xin’s eyes and fell. “Then… will you take me to hell with you?”
His laughter grew even more delighted. The large hand that had been wrapped around her waist moved upward, coming to rest on her neck.
The man’s slender fingers gently clasped the back of her neck, their tips icy cold, sending shivers through her.
It seemed that with just a little more pressure, he could shatter her cervical spine completely.
Shen Xin’s eyelashes fluttered faintly, and she couldn’t help but turn her gaze toward him.
The faint light of dawn filtered through the snow-white ice-silk bed curtains, allowing Shen Xin to clearly see that strikingly handsome yet sickly pale face.
His amber eyes were already tinged with a bloody red, no longer pure and clear.
Silver hair lay disheveled across the pillow, and a silver mark between his brows glimmered faintly, giving him an ethereal, almost demonic aura.
A smile played on his lips, his expression lazy and gentle, yet his eyes were chillingly indifferent, devoid of any emotion.
He watched her for a moment, then leaned in closer. The fingers gripping her neck tightened slowly, while his thin lips brushed gently against hers as he replied tenderly, “Darling, isn’t this hell right here?”
Shen Xin’s breath caught. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, wanting to speak, but no sound would come.
Her heart contracted violently, and in the moment she completely lost her breath, a mechanical electric sound echoed in her mind: 【Warning, warning—Small world collapsing, mission failed! Warning, warning—】
Shen Xin’s eyes snapped open.
She found herself in a small, empty room, with only a massive white screen directly in front of her.
Four large words flashed repeatedly: MISSION FAILED!!!
The sudden shift in scenery left Shen Xin disoriented. She hadn’t yet processed where she was and instinctively turned her head, searching for Qin Weiji.
Only when the system issued another warning did she jolt back to awareness.
So… had she already left that world?
She had previously transmigrated into a book, entering a particularly steamy super Mary Sue novel.
Almost every man who appeared in the story loved the female protagonist, and she had varying degrees of indescribable intimate relationships with them.
The ending naturally concluded with a grand harmonious resolution for all.
Of course, her role was merely that of a cannon fodder female supporting character—unloved, uncared for, destined for a tragic and lonely end.
The original Shen Xin was a High God of the Cloud Sea Realm and the wife of the Cloud Sea Realm’s Monarch, Qin Weiji. Unfortunately, she failed to appreciate her blessings and was manipulated into divorcing Qin Weiji.
After the divorce, her Spiritual Root was extracted to save the female protagonist, Shen Yi, whose Spiritual Root had shattered during the Lightning Tribulation.
In the final outcome, the man she loved most, the Snowfield Demon King, personally excised her Immortal Bone and discarded her in the Realm of Ten Thousand Ghosts, leaving her to be devoured by countless ghosts.
Shen Xin’s task upon transmigrating into the book was to fulfill the dying wish of the original female supporting character.
Seduce Qin Weiji into turning into a Demon, kill all those who harmed her, and unite the Six Realms to exact revenge.
Following the system’s instructions and guidance, Shen Xin pierced Qin Weiji through the heart with a sword tainted by Demonic Energy, successfully causing him to fall into demonic ways.
Unexpectedly, during the process of luring Qin Weiji into helping her seek revenge, both she and Qin Weiji developed feelings for each other.
Qin Weiji, in particular, felt both love and hatred for her.
He imprisoned her in the Demon Palace and ultimately, unable to control his demonic nature, killed her.
After her death, Qin Weiji completely lost control, nearly destroying the entire world.
The system summarized in one sentence: 【Qin Weiji, tormented by the loss of his beloved, completely blackened, causing the collapse of the small world.】
The phrase “tormented by the loss of his beloved” made Shen Xin’s heart ache even more.
She bit her lip lightly and let out an inexplicable cold laugh. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? To make him blacken?”
The system replied: 【See for yourself. His blackening was too extreme. Everyone in the small world, including you, died by his hand. Moreover, after your death, he discovered the Void Gate and is attempting to break through it.】
Shen Xin looked up in confusion, her gaze fixed on the display screen, and her heart clenched violently.
On the screen was Qin Weiji.
He floated amidst a sky full of frost and snow, his silver hair flowing loosely, his silver robes billowing arrogantly.
The entire world was deathly silent, with thick, blood-red hues drifting along with the falling snowflakes, staining every corner of the world.
The Sky-Splitting Ancient Sword hummed in his hand, and with a single slash that split the heavens, the world’s colors shifted.
Countless bolts of lightning, like roaming dragons, descended with overwhelming force, reducing the Six Realms to near ruins.
Shen Xin watched, her heart pounding with fear, wanting to stop it but powerless to do so.
The system continued: 【Beyond the Void Gate lie countless small worlds. If he enters and destroys them one by one, the greater world will inevitably suffer disaster.】
Shen Xin clenched her lips tightly. “What should we do then?”
【Start over!】
The system said coldly: 【To ensure the mission’s success and prevent him from suspecting you, we will erase your previous memories, retaining only what is necessary for the mission. You will meet again. This time, we need to adopt a gradual approach to make him blacken.】
Shen Xin frowned. “Start over? What gradual approach?”
The system replied emotionlessly: 【This time, during the process of making him fall in love with you, he must willingly blacken and turn into a Demon for your sake!】
Shen Xin was stunned, but before she could ask anything more, everything before her eyes suddenly turned pitch black.
Something in her mind was slowly extracted, leaving it gradually blank.
She didn’t even have the strength to struggle, as if she had fallen into a dark vortex. Her entire body was being pulled and tossed about, the wind cutting sharply across her cheeks. Before she could even register the pain, her body sank abruptly, and a blinding light pierced her vision.
A man’s voice then sounded by her ear, cool and detached, devoid of any emotion, “Have you thought it through? Are you truly determined to divorce me?”