Torture

As a despised, assault-type guide, Lin Yuan had a fiancé matched to her by the state. Her fiancé came from a distinguished family, was handsome, wealthy, and well-mannered, making him the envy of many.

“Why was such an excellent partner assigned to her? She can’t even pass tea ceremony, and her culinary skills only earned a ‘B’.”

“He’ll get tired of her sooner or later.”

“Exactly, they’re bound to break up.”

Hearing such words often, Lin Yuan also felt that she and Jiang Yangshuo were bound to break up. So, when her fiancé showed up with a gentle and lovely young woman, she didn’t hesitate. She took off her engagement ring and tossed it into the drain right in front of them.

From then on, Lin Yuan lived a free and unrestrained life, like a bird soaring in the sky and a fish leaping in the sea.

Who knew that after a few years of carefree wandering, at a certain royal banquet, her ex-fiancé cornered her, his eyes red, saying he regretted everything these past years and that he was consumed with longing for her.

No, no, no, thank you, please don’t. Lin Yuan, who had grown accustomed to her freedom, didn’t want to return to her old life at all.

Her ex-fiancé’s face turned livid, and he gritted his teeth, “I don’t mind your type, and I can try to tolerate your shortcomings as much as possible. You can’t find a sentinel who will indulge you more than I do.”

“Well, about that, I already have a new sentinel.” To get rid of the entanglement completely, Lin Yuan randomly blurted out a name as a shield. She quickly ran through the images of the sentinels she had met on the battlefield these past few years, and chose the name of a brother with whom she had shared life-and-death situations. She figured that he wouldn’t mind.

“He just happens to be the receptive type, which is perfect for me, and he really likes me. He doesn’t care about any of my flaws.”

As soon as she saw off her distraught ex-fiancé, Lin Yuan turned around and bumped into the man she had just fabricated a story about.

The man who had killed countless enemies on the battlefield and earned extraordinary merits had a faint blush on his handsome face, turned his head away, and whispered, “You… when did you know I liked you?”

Lin Yuan: “…”

For eons, Blue Star existed alone in a corner of the universe. Though it lacked the ability to traverse the cosmos, its people held infinite dreams of the starry sky.

Then one day, dozens of starships warped into existence, hovering above the planet.

From that day forward, the evolution of Blue Star began.

Amid this thrilling evolution that everyone longed for, Blue Star, a world rich with its own religions, myths, and legends of immortal heroes, fantasy, and magic, discovered with astonishment that the direction of humanity’s evolution was… ABO.

And so, for this planet long dominated by a patriarchal society, all worldviews were shattered, collapsing only to be rebuilt anew.

The conglomerates were hawking goods through bloody livestreams when the second Red Disaster descended without warning, and the workers trapped in the prison mutated en masse.

Wasteland bandits, the low-temperature monster Frostcloak Bruce, moles, dense fog, a cliffside wreck. Everything was taking an increasingly sinister turn.

The pathetic little analyst Sui Xin was scared to death: “Thank goodness, thank goodness. I’m a mole too, and a double agent at that.”

Across the Five Capitals and the four great ruins zones, Tianfu’s Forbidden Wall stood supreme. Those who pursued aristocracy and wealth held lapdogs like deep-cover agents in contempt: the King of Tianfu hated that identity above all. A damned mole would sooner or later be castrated and hacked to pieces!

Sui Xin: “Really?”

The people of the world: “Of course. The King witnessed members of his clan being brutally killed by a mole when he was young. No mole has ever survived under his watch, and no one has ever broken such a curse.”

But Sui Xin did. She chose to keep the King’s eyes closed forever.

The Tianfus of the Five Capitals convened a meeting to hunt down Sui Xin, history’s most despicable villain. At the meeting, one of the most noble and aloof kings in history said, “Sit down. You’re one of us.”

Another king said, “Who is she? Does she think she’s worthy?”

Then the meeting went slightly awry: one or two of the Five Kings were gravely wounded, one was killed, and Sui Xin had no choice but to wash her hands and take the dead king’s seat.

The consortium system includes Hounds, Executioners, Hussars, Cthulhus, Sentinels, deep-cover agents, and Full-Time Ruins Hunters.

The ruins-zone system includes Day Eaters, Night Eaters, Full-Eaters, and Half-Eaters.

Other systems include the Kingdom Thieves system, the cult system, and, most mysteriously of all, the Forbidden Wall civilization that developed in secret beneath the first Red Disaster.

Mutant evolution directions include flight, telepathy, lie detection, limb replication and mimicry, invisibility, control, and transformation into other organisms. The last is caused by some kind of radiation combined with viral mutation, turning people into cockroaches, rats, lions, fish, shrimp, birds, and so forth, but there is always a risk that the creature’s instincts will in turn overtake the person.

A Mutant’s talent is usually limited to a single ability. Only a tiny number of monstrous prodigies can undergo multiple transformations, and most remain flesh and blood. Everyone in this world can be killed by physical or energy damage. The world’s power system is built on martial combat, tactical trickery, and minor magic.

Capital livestreamed my murder; just as it wished, I mutated.