I am a female swordsman.

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For the forty-first time, Huang Quan, wielding swift sword energy, appeared like a banished immortal, surrounded by a light blue feather robe. Two pairs of sword energy wings, connected to the void, were continuously drawing in sword energy.

A single-edged sword points at the thunder in the sky!

The next moment, a torrent of lightning crashed down, and Huang Quan, holding her breath and concentrating, managed to unleash her sword strike with great difficulty. Miraculously, the lightning was halted and blocked in mid-air. After a brief stalemate, Huang Quan's single-edged sword crumbled and disintegrated inch by inch, and she herself was engulfed by the lightning.

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The fifty-fifth time, the first time the power of the [Demon Contractor] was used. The thought body, which was the most perfect combination of two professions in the imagination, lasted for a full two minutes before it exhausted everything and died.

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Death after death, reincarnation after reincarnation—every time Huang Quan discovered that her sword intent had made a breakthrough, the trauma of her physical death would be covered by the enlightenment brought by the breakthrough. Every time she entered the sword domain of the [Divine Sword], Huang Quan did her best, seeking that one sliver of breakthrough.

But she showed no smugness at discovering the rules.

Huang Quan knew very well that Liang Yue, the master of the Sword Domain, had never paid any attention to her from beginning to end. The so-called Sword Domain Trial was merely the Sword Domain's own natural response, and its master had not manipulated or controlled it at all.

The constant cycle of death, besides causing intense emotional damage, also accumulates a subtle sense of defeat. Especially for Huang Quan, who single-handedly overwhelmed the entire city of Berlin in the world of Divine Comedy, all his satisfaction felt like being doused with ice water, leaving him utterly devoid of pride!

hateful!!!

If it weren't for the fact that only the thought form could be used...

After dying so many times, even someone as cold and resolute as Huang Quan couldn't help but feel a little frantic. She was already thinking that if she were in her original form, there was a very high probability that she would recklessly use the powers of her other two undecided job classes.

Even if it means we all perish together!

I will absolutely not allow such humiliation, which is almost disregarded, to happen to me. We are both swordsmen. Even if I am as insignificant as a dandelion on the grassland, while you are like a towering city wall, you should still show respect!

"Come out!!!"

After countless deaths and re-entries, the sword energy wings pierced through the sword domain, transmitting its cry with a high-frequency roar that was difficult for ordinary people to describe. This was because Huang Quan had discovered certain patterns within the sword domain, enabling him to transmit his voice throughout the entire area.

In an instant.

The wind stopped, the water stopped, the swimming fish stopped, everything came to a standstill!

Huang Quan, who had been anxiously flapping her sword wings, trying to gather more energy, also stopped. She was like an insect trapped in amber, unable to move. She couldn't even blink, let alone use her fingers.

"Oh dear, if it's a challenge, why not ask Mr. Sodros? He's much better than me."

A refined male voice appeared directly in Huang Quan's mind.

Their voices were heard, but they were never seen.

Huang Quan's mind automatically conjured up an image of a man shaking his head unhappily, clearly showing that her constant interruptions were putting Liang Yue, usually so good-natured, in a difficult position. She had hoped this uninvited guest would back down, but instead, he seemed more determined than ever, showing no signs of stopping.

Let's just say he's morally acceptable...

"Enough with the nonsense, I won't let this go!" A furious roar echoed in Huang Quan's mind, which had temporarily lost its mind. In her opinion, if Liang Yue continued to maintain that frivolous attitude of teasing people, she would never forgive her.

"Well then, come up to me. If you can do it, I won't keep it to myself."

The next moment, the consciousness of the thought entity was plunged into endless darkness once again!

Chapter Eighteen Resilience

Do you have the right to stand before me?

Even if he himself had no murderous intent or even hostility, and simply approached him with an absolutely natural and harmonious demeanor, Huang Quan wasn't confident he could definitely reach him. Some people possess overwhelming talent in certain areas, qualities that are unattainable for ordinary people!

[Divine Sword] Liang Yue!

Opening his eyes from the pitch-black silence, a cold glint suddenly flashed in Huang Quan's slightly bewildered eyes!

laugh……!

Following Huang Quan's gaze, a mark suddenly appeared about three meters away from her, indicating a sharp object had severed the area. This subtle cut was fleeting, the broken section quickly filled with fresh air, but the feeling it left was still very memorable for Huang Quan.

So real, so subtle.

"The first step of the qualitative change has begun; this is what is called the mind's thoughts, which are completely untraceable..."

Unlike traditional sword intent, which exerts pressure on the enemy through momentum, will, and even the environment, thus causing the enemy to suffer inescapable psychological trauma.

This time, we return from the sword domain of the [Divine Sword].

Huang Quan's sword intent, after multiple accumulations, finally completed its transformation from illusion to reality. Although its current power seems pitifully weak, its significance cannot be measured by its power alone. It's like a child in its infancy; who can predict what it will do in the future?

The fingers deftly hooked and twisted.

A perfectly regular ring of slightly white gas expanded and contracted within Huang Quan's pale white skin. As if she had just received a new toy, Huang Quan, somewhat reluctant to put it down, tried out her transformed sword intent in various directions that she was good at.

There has been progress in all aspects, more or less, compared to the past.

The most significant improvement is in accuracy.

Huang Quan didn't know the precision with which 21st-century surgeons cut the human body, but Huang Quan's current sword intent, perfectly focused and controlled, allowed him to precisely cut through muscle while avoiding blood vessels. He even tested this technique on his own arm, demonstrating how to cut through flesh without bleeding.

"Xiao Huangquan...?"

Just as Huang Quan was having a great time, his aunt Midis's shouts came from afar in the hall.

And the light footsteps soon arrived at the door.

"Is something the matter?" Huang Quan subconsciously put away her new toy, and only after saying this did she belatedly realize that she had discovered something. Aunt Midis's timing in calling her was a bit too perfect; she caught her just as she woke up.

When is your birthday?

"..."

A series of question marks floated above his head; Huang Quan was somewhat at a loss for words when suddenly asked this question. He remembered his birthday perfectly before transmigrating, but the birthday of this body after transmigrating was beyond his knowledge. He couldn't very well say that he was born according to the time he first appeared in the ghoul world.

What do you want to do?

"I want...no, I mean I want your birthdate." Mitis, clutching her tablet, was intently staring at a mysterious website. It was a very popular fortune-telling website called Alice Fortune Telling, and it was incredibly accurate!

It can not only predict career and love, but also deduce a person's personality based on their birth chart.

Mitis tried it out herself...

Everything about it was incredibly accurate to her current life situation, and according to the divination, her fortune in all aspects would soar with the appearance of an important person! Midis strongly suspected that this important person might be her niece, Little Yellow Springs, so she wanted to verify it.

"I don't know, you can ask my mother."

"Tch, if I could find your mother, would I need to ask you? I still can't figure out which brave soul dared to give her such a hard time." The salted fish outside the door made an exaggerated sound. Her three younger sisters were all more troublesome than the last, and she, as the eldest sister, was also suffering.

Huang Quan, who was inside the room, twitched at the corner of his mouth upon hearing this.

If you factored in the ages of her adoptive mother in this world, her adoptive father would definitely be in jail. It's a wonder the system dared to give her this flawed identity that couldn't withstand scrutiny at all.

After making several excuses and stating that she needed to rest, Aunt Mitis reluctantly gave up her idea of ​​celebrating Huang Quan's birthday.

However, judging from the eerie laughter that occasionally emanated from the hall, Midis was having a great time with this newly discovered fortune-telling website.

"Hehe, Little Huang Quan, your auntie will expose your past sooner or later."

Lying on the sofa, Liao's two legs twitched restlessly. Midis's "dream-breaking" wasn't anything particularly meaningful; she simply wanted to know what the real Huang Quan was like beneath her cold exterior. To be honest, her fourth sister's aloof, icy demeanor had long piqued Midis's interest. Midis had once fantasized about her fourth sister shyly breaking down, but in the end, the four sisters went their separate ways, and the matter was left unresolved.

Hehe~~, what does it look like when Huang Quan is shy?

I'm really looking forward to it!

While Midis was maliciously fantasizing about Huang Quan's shy and delicate appearance, Huang Quan inexplicably felt a chill creep up her spine in the room.

This obvious discomfort, as if someone was plotting against him, made Huang Quan somewhat suspicious. He loosened his senses and carefully felt around, but found nothing, before slowly lying back down on the bed.

They still didn't know what the scorpion was going to do to them.

The night was still long, and for Huang Quan, it gave her ample time to adjust herself. In the hidden depths of darkness, unseen by the eyes of others, she launched charge after charge towards the legendary swordsman's sword domain. Was she worthy to stand before him? To say she was certainly worthy would be far too arrogant.

Once Huang Quan regains his composure and calms down, he is definitely not arrogant at all.

She calmly and disciplinedly reflected on her experiences in the Sword Domain, not overlooking even the smallest detail. She cast aside cowardice, cut off hesitation, and resolved to forge ahead with all her might, regardless of success or failure! In this meticulous, almost obsessive rationality, Huang Quan continuously formulated tactics in her mind.

These tactics correspond to different situations and their subsequent chain reactions.

I dare not say that I will definitely be able to stand in front of Liang Yue.

But no matter what, she had to give it her all, dare to think and dare to do, and be determined to do it step by step. Huang Quan's unique resilience was forced out of her bones, and the ambition to take on a difficult and powerful task slowly emerged in her heart.

Chapter Nineteen: GBL (Goblin?)

The morning was crisp and the air was exceptionally fresh.

Midis slowly woke up in bed, stretched lazily, and let out a yawn that sounded like she was still feeling quite refreshed. She had slept exceptionally well last night for some reason, probably because she was in a particularly good mood.

Same as always.

I eat some snacks and watch TV after getting up, since there's still a long time before work. There are two types of procrastination typical of office workers: one is that work tasks are usually completed just before the deadline, and the other is that they arrive at work just before the deadline.

Midis has both of these bad habits.

"Today's epic moments are expected to be at the Sea Train, the City of the Dead, and the Gate of Time..." Midis munched on potato chips, then decided to take out a pen and paper to make notes.

Good morning, Aunt Mitis.

Huang Quan, who had just woken up and came out of his room, greeted them, but his attention was quickly drawn to the movements of Midis's hands. It was clear that Midis was taking notes.

"What is this?" Asking questions when you don't understand is a good habit Huang Quan developed.

“Uh… Epic! An epic drop! Little Yellow Spring, you don’t know that?… Oh, I forgot, you just arrived in this city, it’s normal that you don’t know…” Midis initially sounded a bit disappointed, but she quickly realized that her niece might really not understand this.

Simply put, this is a lottery-like game.

The specific rules are rather complicated, but basically it's about high-risk, high-reward strategies. Winning the grand prize is known as an epic flash, and the show Midis is watching is equivalent to those lottery prediction shows on Earth. After a simple comparison and inquiring about the costs, Huang Quan's lips twitched twice.

Is this guy planning to use her money to buy lottery tickets?!

Huang Quan's eyes looked strange.

She stared blankly at the man lying on the sofa, a fine layer of cold sweat gradually forming on his face. As the saying goes, in a family, whoever controls the purse strings wields immense authority. This inherent class inequality creates invisible pressure, and at this moment, Midis was equivalent to a member of the lower class in the face of Huang Quan.

"You'll have to take care of your own breakfast today."

Huang Quan's voice seemed to have become a little colder. She ignored her aunt's ridiculous, ingratiating face and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

Are you angry?

Huang Quan wasn't angry; she was just speechless. A game entirely based on luck like this was utterly insulting! To entrust one's hopes and destiny to a slim chance of luck was an insult to those who dared to challenge despair, to fight against fate, those whose destinies even death couldn't stop! Huang Quan never believed in luck; she believed in one thing being one, and two things being two, and that she was in control of her own destiny!

If you get angry about this, then you're being a bit childish.