[One last reminder, sister: when the male lead Ye Mochen’s Abhorrence Value reaches 100%, the entire world will go “boom” and completely collapse.]
Doudou’s voice remained soft and sweet, but the content of its words sent chills down her spine.
Her heart sank, a sense of foreboding washing over her.
“Then… what is it now?”
Doudou’s voice carried a hint of unmistakable urgency: [The male lead Ye Mochen’s Abhorrence Value toward the world has reached 90%!]
90%?
This was practically a hellish start! She felt as if her blood had frozen.
According to the book’s description, Ye Mochen had been secretly poisoned with a slow-acting toxin in his childhood, and the frequency of his episodes increased drastically after he reached adulthood.
During these episodes, he became bloodthirsty and violent, unrecognizable even to his closest kin, driven only by the desire to destroy everything.
Each time he had an episode, he would lock himself in a specially designed iron cage, enduring the unbearable twenty-four hours of torment.
That Ye Mochen, who stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid yet was tormented by the slow-acting poison to the brink of death.
In the novel, he ultimately succumbed to the poison-induced madness, strangling the original female lead with his own hands before dying from the toxin himself, leading to the collapse of the world.
Ran Weiyi’s heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain making it almost impossible to breathe.
Having studied traditional Chinese medicine for years, she was all too familiar with the description of this condition—it was a classic symptom of toxins eroding the nervous system, leading to mental instability!
[Sister, time is running out!]
Doudou’s voice pulled her back to reality. [You must make contact with the male lead immediately and find a way to reduce his Abhorrence Value, or we’re all doomed!]
“Where is he now? Is he having an episode?”
Ran Weiyi’s voice was urgent, her mind conjuring images of Ye Mochen bound by chains, his crimson eyes filled with despair and agony.
She had to find him.
That paper character she had pitied for countless days and nights now existed somewhere in this world, real and tangible.
She would definitely find a way to cure him! Not only his illness but also his scarred and broken heart.
The System quickly responded: [The male lead is currently having an episode and is located in the confinement room in the basement of the estate. The original female lead has been reborn and has chosen to stay away from the male lead, unwilling to have any further connection with him.]
The original female lead had been reborn and run away?
Ran Weiyi was stunned for a moment before she found it somewhat amusing.
Good for her—her survival instincts were strong and worthy of praise.
[Sister, this is no time for jokes. The plot has completely deviated, and you no longer have the opportunity from the book to save him!] Doudou’s voice was so urgent it almost crackled with static.
“No.” Ran Weiyi interrupted it, her thoughts clearer than ever. “This isn’t a deviation; it’s a vacancy. Now, give me the estate map. Immediately.”
[Oh, right!] Doudou, intimidated by her commanding presence, immediately projected a three-dimensional structural map of the estate before her eyes.
A flashing red dot deep underground, wrapped in layers of architectural structures, stood out prominently.
[The confinement room is on the third underground level and is physically impenetrable!]
Ran Weiyi stared at the map, her mind racing.
“I need his specific medical condition—not the literary description of ‘bloodthirsty and violent,’ but a medical diagnosis.”
[The toxin has invaded the central nervous system, causing intermittent mania accompanied by intense aggression and destructive tendencies.] Doudou’s response instantly turned professional.”Neurotoxin…” Ran Weiyi’s fingers twitched instinctively, as if already holding silver needles. “That means calming the nerves, soothing the mind, pacifying the liver, and extinguishing wind. Need three-inch or longer silver needles to puncture Baihui, Shenting, Renzhong… also need gastrodia elata, uncaria, scorpion…”
She murmured a string of medicinal names under her breath. Her limbs, originally icy from fear, gradually warmed as her professional mindset took over.
A man tormented by illness to the point of despair—what he needed wasn’t some savior, but a doctor.
Ran Weiyi secretly arrived at Ye Mochen’s vast estate. Following the secret passage projected in her mind, she swiftly navigated through the opulent corridor.
At the corridor’s end, a hidden door concealed behind a mural felt cold to the touch.
She pushed it open, and a wave of damp, chilly air rushed out, accompanied by an increasingly thick scent of blood and a suffocating sense of oppression.
The passage was narrow, long, and pitch-black, with only faint light visible in the distance, and… low, suppressed roars.
Those roars carried extreme pain and madness, like a trapped beast struggling with all its might.
Ran Weiyi’s heart clenched violently. Was this how Ye Mochen looked during an episode?
She had read about it countless times in books but had never felt it so vividly before.
The sound seemed to pierce through flesh and blood, reaching straight into the depths of the soul, bringing bone-chilling cold.
She quickened her pace, the faint sound of friction echoing under her feet. At the end of the passage, a heavy iron door came into view.
A dim, yellowish light seeped through the door crack, illuminating the shocking, mottled bloodstains on the door.
The bloodstains had dried, turning a deep brown, as if silently recounting the inhuman torment the person behind the door had endured.
Ran Weiyi’s trembling hand touched the cold iron door, her fingertips feeling the roughness and weight of the metal.
Inside, the roars grew clearer, carrying a sense of despair on the brink of collapse.
“Ye Mochen…”
She softly called his name, her voice trembling slightly yet unwavering.
She knew what kind of dangerous existence lay behind the door—a madman who could lose control at any moment—but she couldn’t back down.
She had come to this world for him.
Inside the iron door, the heart-wrenching roars abruptly ceased, replaced by the loud crash of something heavy hitting the wall and the sharp, grating clatter of chains.
It was as if the beast inside had sensed her presence, instantly growing more frenzied.
Ran Weiyi’s heart leaped into her throat.
[Sister, the male lead’s episode state is extremely unstable. Please be very careful!] Doudou reminded.
Careful? How could she be careful? She didn’t even know how to open this door, let alone what awaited her behind it.
But she knew she couldn’t wait any longer.
Taking a deep breath, she followed the hint Doudou had given her, locating a hidden recess on the iron door and pressing it firmly.
With a dull click, the heavy iron door slowly swung inward, revealing a crack.
An even stronger wave of blood and violent killing intent rushed out, nearly suffocating her.
Through the crack, she strained to peer inside.
Under the dim light, a massive iron cage loomed into view.In the cage, a tall figure was tightly bound by heavy iron chains. He hunched over like a trapped beast, every muscle tensed to the extreme, as if ready to break free at any moment.
His flamboyant, flame-like red hair was now soaked in cold sweat, clinging messily to his pale, bloodless forehead.
His strikingly handsome face was contorted in agony. Beneath his tightly shut eyes, dark blue veins bulged, snaking toward his temples—a shocking sight.
This was Ye Mochen.