【One last reminder, Sister. When the male lead Ye Mochen’s hatred toward the world reaches 100%, the entire world will go boom—and completely collapse.】
Doudou’s voice was still soft and sweet, yet the words it spoke made her scalp prickle.
Ran Weiyi’s heart skipped, a bad premonition rising within her.
“Then… what is it at now?”
There was unmistakable urgency in Doudou’s voice this time:
【Male lead Ye Mochen’s hatred toward the world has reached 90%!】
Ninety percent?!
This was practically a hell-level starting point. She felt her blood nearly freeze.
In the novel, Ye Mochen had been secretly poisoned with a slow-acting toxin as a child. Once he reached adulthood, the frequency of his episodes skyrocketed.
Whenever the poison flared up, he became bloodthirsty and violent, unable to recognize friend or foe, consumed by a desire to destroy everything.
Every time it happened, he would lock himself inside a specially made iron cage and endure those hellish twenty-four hours by sheer force of will.
The man who stood at the very top of the pyramid—yet was tortured by chronic poison until life was worse than death.
In the original story, he ultimately went mad from the poison, strangled the original female lead with his own hands, then died himself when the toxin consumed him completely. The world collapsed along with him.
Ran Weiyi felt as if an invisible hand were gripping her heart tightly, the pain so intense she could barely breathe.
She had studied traditional Chinese medicine for years. This description was painfully familiar to her—classic symptoms of neurotoxic damage, where poison invades the nervous system and causes mental derangement.
【Sister, time is running out!】
Doudou’s voice snapped her back to reality.
【You must make contact with the male lead immediately and find a way to reduce his hatred value, or we’re all finished!】
“Where is he now? Is he having an episode?”
Ran Weiyi spoke rapidly, images flashing through her mind—Ye Mochen bound by chains, crimson eyes filled with despair and agony.
She had to find him.
That paper-thin character she had ached for through countless nights—he was now somewhere in this world, alive and real.
She would find a way to cure him. Not just cure his illness, but heal that heart riddled with wounds.
The system replied swiftly:
【The male lead is currently in the middle of an episode, located in the confinement chamber beneath the manor. The original female lead has been reborn. She has chosen to stay away from the male lead and wants no further entanglement with him.】
The original female lead had been reborn—and run away?
Ran Weiyi froze for a moment, then unexpectedly found it a little funny.
Good. Strong survival instincts. Worth praising.
【Sister, this is not the time for jokes! The plot has completely derailed. You no longer have the original story’s opportunity to save him!】
Doudou sounded so anxious it was almost glitching.
“No.” Ran Weiyi cut it off. Her thoughts had never been clearer.
“This isn’t derailment. This is a vacancy. Now—give me the manor map. Immediately.”
【O-oh, okay!】
Doudou was cowed by her momentum and instantly projected a three-dimensional map of the manor before her.
A flashing red dot glowed deep underground, wrapped in layers of structures—impossible to miss.
【The confinement chamber is on Basement Level Three. Physical access is extremely difficult!】
Ran Weiyi stared at the map, her mind racing.
“I don’t want literary descriptions like ‘bloodthirsty and violent.’ I want a medical diagnosis. What exactly is his condition?”
【Toxin invasion of the central nervous system, triggering intermittent manic episodes accompanied by extreme aggression and destructive impulses.】
Doudou’s tone turned professional in an instant.
“Neurotoxin…” Ran Weiyi’s fingers moved unconsciously, as if she were already holding silver needles.
“Then we need to calm the spirit, stabilize the mind, suppress liver wind. Need silver needles over three cun—Baihui, Shenting, Renzhong… plus gastrodia, uncaria, scorpion…”
She murmured a string of medicinal names under her breath. The icy fear that had numbed her limbs slowly receded as her professional instincts took over.
A man tortured to despair by illness didn’t need a savior.
He needed a doctor.
Ran Weiyi slipped quietly into Ye Mochen’s vast manor, following the secret passage projected in her mind, swiftly moving through the opulent corridors.
At the end of the hallway, a concealed door hidden behind a mural felt icy to the touch.
She pushed it open. A cold, damp stench rushed toward her—mixed with a thickening scent of blood and a suffocating sense of oppression.
The passage was long and pitch-black. Only a faint light glimmered in the distance, accompanied by… low, suppressed growls.
Those sounds carried unbearable pain and madness, like a trapped beast struggling with all its might.
Ran Weiyi’s heart clenched violently.
So this was what Ye Mochen was like when he had an episode.
She had read it countless times in the book, but never had it felt this real.
The sound pierced flesh and bone, reaching straight into the soul, sending a chill through her entire body.
She quickened her steps. Soft echoes rang beneath her feet. At the end of the passage, a massive iron door loomed before her.
Yellowish light seeped through the cracks, illuminating the mottled bloodstains on the door—shocking and unmistakable.
The blood had long since dried, dark brown in color, silently telling the story of inhuman suffering endured by the person inside.
Her hand trembled as she pressed it against the cold iron door, her fingertips registering its rough, heavy surface.
Inside, the growls were clearer now—laden with despair on the brink of collapse.
“Ye Mochen…”
She whispered his name. Her voice trembled, yet carried unwavering resolve.
She knew what kind of danger lay behind that door—a madman who could lose control at any moment.
But she could not retreat.
She had come here for him.
Inside the chamber, the terrifying growls abruptly stopped. They were replaced by a thunderous crash of something slamming into the wall, followed by the shrill clatter of chains colliding.
As if the beast within had sensed her presence—and grown even more frenzied.
Ran Weiyi’s heart leapt into her throat.
【Sister, the male lead’s condition is extremely unstable. Please be very careful!】
Doudou warned.
Careful?
How could she be careful? She didn’t even know how to fully open this door—let alone what awaited her inside.
But she knew one thing.
She couldn’t wait any longer.
Taking a deep breath, she followed Doudou’s guidance and found a hidden groove on the iron door. She pressed down hard.
With a dull click, the heavy door slowly opened inward, revealing a narrow gap.
A wave of blood stench and violent killing intent surged out, nearly suffocating her.
She peered inside through the opening.
Under the dim light, a massive iron cage came into view.
Inside it, a tall figure was tightly bound by thick iron chains, his body hunched like a ferocious beast trapped in captivity. Every muscle was taut, ready to break free at any second.
Flame-red hair—once wild and striking—was now soaked with cold sweat, sticking messily to a forehead so pale it held no trace of color.
That impossibly handsome face was twisted in agony. Beneath tightly shut eyes, dark, bulging veins crawled up toward his temples, a horrifying sight.
This was Ye Mochen.