I am a female swordsman.

If it weren't for some other consideration, the two of them probably would have demolished the entire apartment building.

Even so, the neighbors' enthusiastic greetings still emanated from upstairs and downstairs. This group of professionals from the Arad Continent offered their "blessings" to a certain couple in languages ​​that Huang Quan could or could not understand. There weren't any particularly offensive words, but these guys were especially witty and subtle when they cursed.

With a hint of schadenfreude, Huang Quan sat on the balcony and stretched lazily.

"Tsk tsk, I think I hear crying."

In the heat of intense emotion, it's no surprise that Tiana, as a woman, had tears welling up in her eyes. Of course, these weren't the tears of someone consumed by murderous intent, but rather the tears of someone releasing pent-up emotions.

"This is the first time your mom has cried in all these years."

On the other balcony, a fish eavesdropping in the corner was making happy noises.

She's been having a pretty good time lately. Natalia and René are both quite into her, and they're both gearing up for a fierce competition. Mitis, enjoying the benefits of being on both sides, is experiencing a bittersweet mix of pain and joy, and is quite envious of the mother and daughter who are just watching from the sidelines.

Now that Midis is also caught in a love triangle, Xianyu Liao is not only happy for her but also genuinely happy for the third sister.

"The crying might turn into screaming soon."

After a moment of silence, Huang Quan, ever the shrewd and unpredictable one, gave a wicked smile. It's not surprising that an old married couple might do something when they meet, but she was deliberately keeping a low profile and eavesdropping next door, subtly anticipating something.

"A cry?"

For a moment, Midis's mind couldn't quite process it, and she innocently frowned as she pondered.

"puff!!"

After understanding for a moment, Midis spat out a mouthful of saliva. "Little Huang Quan, what are you doing? Your aunt is still a virgin, how can she say such things?" Midis felt that she had misjudged Huang Quan when her niece told dirty jokes in a serious manner. Such a cold and aloof goddess was actually like this.

"Oh."

Huang Quan, who rarely used interjections to express his true feelings, uttered a tone that sounded like sarcasm.

Don't think Huang Quan is unaware of anything these days; everyone lives in the same house. With Queen Tiana moving in, it's inevitable that she'll give Natalia, who is her maid, various lectures, and some things that might make one blush are unavoidable.

As for Midis, well, he could be said to have been able to unleash his true nature a little here.

Huang Quan's sarcastic remark was a strong expression of contempt for Midis's feigned innocence.

Hiss! !

Meanwhile, there was new progress next door; the sound of clothes tearing made Huang Quan and Midis shut their mouths at the same time.

However, there was complete silence. Not only were there no sounds of anticipation, but even the previous noises and banging sounds had disappeared.

After a while.

"What's going on?" Midis asked Huang Quan in a low voice. "Are they still fighting?"

"Do you have to tear clothes when you fight?"

Disdainful of the lizard's intelligence, Huang Quan unconsciously craned his neck. However, limited by the partition, Huang Quan, who had no special abilities, still found it somewhat difficult to spy on those next door. Meanwhile, Tamos, who had just established telepathic communication, inexplicably severed his connection with Huang Quan.

Get closer, even closer.

Huang Quan, attempting to bypass the partition, put his neck to the test, while Midis, on the other side, had already peeked out to observe.

It's done!!

Huang Quan managed to stick half her head out, and all she could see was pure white. Yes, the whiteness of human skin. Tiana, wearing a black nightgown that was mostly torn, was looking down at Huang Quan's head with amusement.

"..."

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Huang Quan pretended not to see his cheap mother's amused face, lowering his head to try and play dumb. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to pull his head back, Tiana grabbed his neck, and the [Sword Demon] leaned close to Huang Quan's ear, her warm breath spraying from her red lips onto his glistening ear.

"You really want to see it?"

"No, no." Huang Quan, completely under his thumb, shook her head repeatedly. She was simply curious whether demons and humans talked about size during sex, cough cough...!

"You're such a bad girl, you need your mother to discipline you properly~" Tiana paused forcefully on the word "discipline," then grinned wickedly and pressed her lips hard against Huang Quan's snow-white neck. Only after leaving several red marks did she release her flushed, breathless daughter.

With a lingering sense of satisfaction, Tiana licked her lips, looking exactly like the Big Bad Wolf who had caught Little Red Riding Hood after she had been stripped naked!

"Next time, the punishment won't be just this."

Leaving her harassed adopted daughter behind, Tiana brushed aside her torn black nightgown and nimbly turned to walk into the bedroom. She still had to settle accounts with that nemesis; her adopted daughter was just an appetizer. There was plenty of time to while away the beautiful night.

This is what happened on Huang Quan's last night before she left. The next day, at the crack of dawn, she cleaned her room spotlessly, restoring it to its original state. Without disturbing anyone, she greeted the magnificent sunrise, and Huang Quan's figure slowly disappeared into the bright, radiant light.

Chapter Sixty-Seven, End of Volume

Have you ever thought about having the opportunity to know the results of your hard work?

Huang Quan stared at the dark blue light screen.

The question projected onto her by the system touched her. Her cold and beautiful face appeared even more aloof under the diffused blue light, and even her small, comb-like eyelashes were tinged with a faint blue.

"What do you mean?"

"The next world, based on preliminary anchoring observations, shares similarities with the world of Divine Comedy," the listed subtitles answered, thoughtfully providing a preliminary explanation of the next world in text. The system's service was remarkably considerate; it could grasp some of the host Huang Quan's psychological activities.

You're not reconciled, are you?

If, on one side of human history, there truly existed beings like those in the world of Divine Comedy, possessing exceptionally powerful individuals, and corresponding calamities and threats arising from them, then in this infinite and diverse world, the world in which humanity, bearing the primary role in the performance, sometimes does not live up to its ideals.

In the world of Divine Comedy, at the historical crossroads altered by the underworld, a terrible outcome has been avoided.

But for a world destined for a terrible outcome.

It is a great misfortune.

"In a world where superpowered individuals, martial arts, and freaks exist, the lives of ordinary people are as fragile as a piece of paper. Those who integrate into the predominantly human society naturally occupy many positions. Those who cannot integrate, however, will disrupt the existing social framework." Huang Quan couldn't help but sneer. The world she witnessed reeked of absurdity and madness from the inside out. It seemed so familiar; this was the world where so-called superhumans existed.

The system chose this world as a training ground; it probably didn't intend to disgust her.

"If I hadn't interfered in the world of Divine Comedy, and the [Depriver] had guided it in a skewed direction, creating a stage where so-called superhumans were the leaders, that would probably be what the world is like."

The idea that anyone can become a superhuman is a complete joke.

Groups that master the path to transformation into the extraordinary will naturally form a group that monopolizes resources. This group is of mixed quality, and through the accumulation of time, it will eventually create a distorted world that turns back the clock of history.

Huang Quan was furious; her anger stemmed from the trampling of ordinary people's efforts. In this precarious world, the collective contributions of ordinary people were wantonly crushed and trampled upon, and the efforts of mortals were judged as acts of ridicule. But soon, her anger subsided, and her cold, rational mind told her that this kind of world was more suitable for her to thrive in.

"Host, in this world you can verify any of your ideas."

"Oh?"

Sensing the system's encouragement to act recklessly, Huang Quan seemed to be getting to know the system anew, his slightly narrowed eyes flashing with a mixture of red and blue light. This didn't align with the system's established behavior, and Huang Quan instinctively distrusted it, feeling it was setting him up again.

Knowing Huang Quan's nature perfectly well, the system didn't waste any words and explained directly.

"Data uploading... The total amount is enormous. Requesting a mental link with the host... The host is at the third rank and can be deciphered in the form of three-dimensional energy runes..."

"pass."

With Huang Quan's permission, the opened mental link port connected with the massive amount of data transmitted from the system. Huang Quan was informed of all the system's permission rules, code of conduct, and general information regarding the high-dimensional group of "Transmigrators." During this time, Huang Quan also learned of the agreements concerning the "Great Thousand Worlds."

This also means that from this moment on, the system's information advantage over Huang Quan has vanished.

Even from a higher dimension beyond the reach of the Yellow Springs, she can still receive information through the manual control panel and the operating system.

The reason for this is that the system determines that Huang Quan's multiple plans for the next world are highly likely to undergo a dramatic transformation. According to the rules, if a host meets this prerequisite, the system should unconditionally cooperate and help the host complete their plans.

Once the plan successfully achieves its intended purpose, the system can obtain a valuable record of individual changes.

This is extremely important for the system to overcome the test of the giant light sphere later on!

"So much has happened..." Huang Quan tapped his temple as he digested the information transmitted by the system and pondered with his head down.

He had almost been replaced, and with his third-tier rank, he could easily have switched jobs to work for various transmigrated monsters. As for [Da Qian], who had locked onto him, he didn't seem like someone easy to talk to. To Huang Quan, [Da Qian]'s behavior could already be considered a threat.

To put it bluntly, we should just go and blindly fight the giant light sphere right now...

Huang Quan would never underestimate the number of powerful transmigrators under the command of [Da Qian], a primordial transmigrator. Humility is a virtue, and so is respect. Judging from [Da Qian]'s code of conduct, there must be quite a few transmigrators under its command who, like Huang Quan, practice righteousness.

He immediately offered to exchange three ranks and frankly stated that he had many like-minded people. If Huang Quan still couldn't discern the hidden message in that, then he would truly be a fool with water in his head.

"Host, the system will no longer guide your future direction. Unless it involves a large amount of computation, the system will not participate; you will decide your own future."

The system's neutral mechanical tone suddenly became somewhat stirring and passionate!

It's impossible to say that it's simply due to rules.

Every rule has loopholes, let alone a system; it's clear it's sensed something. Even the Yellow Springs possess a keen intuition for seeking advantage and avoiding harm, and can even sense scenarios targeting them on different timelines to some extent. So, a special life form like a system doesn't have similar abilities.

The mysterious knowledge Huang Quan received and his determination to deploy the three carriages caused drastic changes to the future.

Upon observing this result, the system understands that it needs to make a choice as soon as possible.

"call……"

Letting out a long sigh of relief, Huang Quan glanced at the system screen displaying all the help I had given her. She suddenly felt a strange sense of unease, as if my efforts had been in vain and my target had already fallen. It was a wonderful feeling, like my luck had turned around, and in the next world I would have no worries and could wholeheartedly devote myself to what I wanted to do.

"If you help me with all your might in the next world, I will never let you down."

With a solemn promise, Huang Quan's calm heart began to boil with passion. What she wanted was the system's genuine cooperation in the next world. After all, all the sword skills of the female ghost swordsman system came from the system. With its help, she would definitely avoid many detours in the initial step.

"I never question the host's credibility."

The system adopted a submissive posture, and at the same time put aside the slight barriers and misunderstandings that had existed between it and its host, Huang Quan.

④ Hero? Anti-hero?

Chapter 1 Shinra in One Punch

It is a miracle that the world's scientific system has not collapsed.

Faced with inexplicable superpowers, freaks, martial arts, and science, it's like a pitiful little girl lying on the ground, helplessly wailing as they wantonly humiliate her. With its foundations essentially collapsed, the scientific system, in a parasitic way, clings to life, tearing away all pretenses to survive.

science?

The fruits of wisdom are being played with by this world, rendering them meaningless!

"Dr. Genus, thank you very much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to meet with me. I believe that in the future you will be grateful for your wise decision today."

The speaker was a white male.

Tall and slender, with a kind face and frameless glasses that gave him a refined air, Edward spoke to an Asian man with gray hair and age spots, looking frail and nearing the end of his life. The contrast between his composed youth and frail old age was striking. Edward had traveled to Japan specifically to meet this once-renowned genius doctor, decades ago, on a mission assigned by his organization.

“Edward, I know you… you proposed a very interesting… neural plexus evolution theory on the forum.”

"It is my honor to let you know my name."