Chapter 3: Please… Take off your pants

Wen Yao had a dream.

An unusually clear, but very strange dream.

In the dream, she watched her entire life from a third-person perspective. No, to be precise, it was the entire life of Shen Yichuan and Mu Shengsheng.

It was like a long TV series, the story taking place in the post-apocalyptic era of awakened abilities.

In this script, Shen Yichuan was the male lead, Mu Shengsheng was the female lead, and the plot mainly revolved around the love and growth between Shen Yichuan, the resourceful base commander, and Mu Shengsheng, the fallen heiress.

As for her, Wen Yao, she was simply the stepping stone on the male protagonist’s path to becoming king, and she died a particularly unjust death.

She had worked diligently for many years, but was accused of colluding with the Dongzhou[East Zone], tortured in a dark dungeon, unable to live or die, and finally shot to death by Shen Yichuan without mercy.

No one cared about her contributions, no one remembered her merits. In the Beizhou’s Thirteenth District, everyone said she was a traitor.

At the end of the story, Shen Yichuan, through his painstaking efforts, finally became the lord of the Beizhou[North Zone], personally wiped out the world-destroying villain Ji Mingchen, and ruled the remaining human survival zones with thunderous means, becoming the king of this land, a beacon of righteousness.

Mu Shengsheng had been through thick and thin with Shen Yichuan for many years, and finally opened his long-frozen heart, becoming the woman he loved most.

Mu Shengsheng also left the last frame of the picture, with a classic quote that is bright and brilliant: “Let me introduce myself again. My name is Mu Shengsheng, Mu for wood, and Sheng for sheng and flute.”

From then on, the world was at peace, and the two lived happily ever after.

Wen Yao: …

What kind of old-fashioned, bloody, and cheesy drama is this?!

She lived in such a real and vibrant world, all these years of upholding justice, adhering to her beliefs, and her sincere love, only to be used to drive the bloody romance of the male and female leads?

Wen Yao woke up in a state of anger and resentment. When she became conscious, she could hear the heavy rain outside, the raindrops hitting the glass windows, pitter-patter.

The room was cold and quiet, with a smell of alcohol in the air, and the sound of metal utensils falling onto plates nearby.

All the sounds made her feel like she was in a hospital or a laboratory.

As Wen Yao struggled to open her eyes, she happened to see a figure in white swaying in front of her, but the light was too dazzling, stimulating her to shed physiological tears.

A low, magnetic, smiling voice came from above her head: “What’s wrong, did I hurt you?”

Wen Yao roughly understood the situation. She must have been rescued by a kind person, and there was a doctor stitching up her arm wound.

Without thinking, she shook her head in cooperation: “No.”

“Doctor, please ask…”

The man chuckled, his breath light when he laughed, but his tone was playful to the extreme: “Doctor?”

Wen Yao recalled the voice, startled and instantly opened her eyes: “Ji Mingchen?!”

The man was wearing a white coat, tall and handsome, standing in front of her. His features were stunningly beautiful, and when he met her eyes, his peach blossom eyes smiled, his tone as always long and casual: “It seems you’re truly awake this time.”

Ji Mingchen said, putting on rubber gloves leisurely: “Miss Wen, your life is truly big…”

Wen Yao looked at him, truly treating her wounds, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She had been abandoned by Shen Yichuan, but saved by him.

Ji Mingchen, the commander of the Dongzhou’s Fourteenth District, her and Shen Yichuan’s long-time enemy, their relationship was both strange and familiar – they were familiar with each other through fighting.

The Beizhou’s Thirteenth District bordered the Dongzhou’s Fourteenth District, and they often clashed over resources.

In every previous encounter, they had been at odds, fighting to the death. She had repeatedly slashed his dress with a knife, while he, with his sarcastic mouth and perverted nature, had repeatedly driven her to rage.

In the past, besides guarding her territory, Wen Yao had another unwavering dream: to kill Ji Mingchen with her own hands, to avenge Shen Yichuan’s brother.

But now, he was her savior…

And… not only now, but in the fleeting scenes of her dream, she had also seen what happened after her death.

Half a month after her tragic death in the dungeon, Ji Mingchen suddenly attacked the Beizhou, wiping out the entire Thirteenth District base.

The battle was particularly brutal and fierce. In the end, led by Shen Yichuan, all the ability users in the Thirteenth District united to encircle and suppress him. Although Ji Mingchen narrowly escaped death, his internal spirit was severely damaged.

Ability users all have spirits, which are like energy containers. Once the spirit is damaged, the energy originally stored and absorbed will gradually dissipate until it completely loses its ability.

As a result, when Shen Yichuan led the attack on the Dongzhou, Ji Mingchen was powerless to resist, and could only exhaust the last bit of his energy and burn himself to death.

On the top floor of that white church, he seemed to have gone completely mad. The fire illuminated his stunning face, and he laughed as he walked into the sea of roses that had turned into flames, resolutely rushing towards death.

The scene was truly heartbreaking and shocking. The distant mountains were orange and red clouds, the ground was engulfed in raging flames, everything was burning to ashes in the thick smoke…

Wen Yao entered the dream from a third-person perspective. She didn’t know why Ji Mingchen suddenly went to the Beizhou with no regard for his life, nor did she know why he chose to give up his life and burn everything in the end.

Could it be… because of her?

She believed that she had no connection with him other than meeting on the battlefield. What merit did she have that would make him give up everything for her…

But if it wasn’t because of her, why was the timing so coincidental, and why was the silver bracelet on his wrist before he died clearly hers?

It was given to her by her grandmother when she was born, one for her and one for her cousin. In order to find her long-lost cousin, she had always worn this bracelet, even when she was wandering in the apocalypse, it had never left her side.

“…”

“I’ve called you three times, what are you spacing out for?”

When Wen Yao came back to her senses, she suddenly realized that Ji Mingchen was bending over to look at her, his peach blossom eyes curved, his appearance devilishly seductive.

Wen Yao: “…”

Every time she heard this devilish pervert speak, her goosebumps would fall to the ground.

Even though he had saved her now, she couldn’t help but feel angry, the urge to chop him with a knife was almost ingrained in her DNA.

Wen Yao dodged the intimate touch of his fingertips, her voice slightly unnatural: “What are you doing?”

The man leaned over, his clear and cool breath mixed with the faint scent of blood, reaching Wen Yao’s nostrils. It was probably because the air was cold, she could even feel his body temperature, as if enveloped by a layer of invisible warm mist.

Just as she was about to say something, she heard his deep, seductive voice slowly come: “Miss Wen, please… take off your pants.”

“!!?”