People in the Alliance, Time Management Master

Magic, hatred, rage... she slowly sensed those familiar things.

"She's awake!" Just then, a piercing scream drew her attention.

She turned her head and saw several men wielding sharp blades staring at her with eyes filled with a mixture of fear and resentment. She didn't recognize them, but she could sense their ill intentions.

Syndra freed her hands and feet from the tree roots, then surfaced, gasping for breath. Water trickled down her body, creating a subtly sacred and dignified beauty.

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(The original image was blocked, so I replaced it with a more anime-style one.)

What followed filled the helpless with both fear and fascination:

They saw a helmet—or rather, a crown—grow from Syndra's head. The crown encircled her brow, as if darkness had been given life, forming a pair of tall, curved horns.

A pure shadow orb appeared in the center of the crown, silhouetted like a gem, burning like fire, and radiating waves of energy like Syndra's blood.

With a terrifying gust of air, three dark spheres materialized around Syndra and then slowly began to rotate around her.

"How long has it been?" She stared at the young man closest to her, her tone devoid of any emotion.

In an instant, Mu Bai's hair stood on end, and his combat instincts frantically sent out warning signals, as if the one eyeing him was not a beautiful girl, but a demon from the depths of hell.

This feeling of danger... is even greater than the void...

"How long have I been trapped here?" Syndra asked again, and the surrounding air began to distort.

"I don't know." Mu Bai took a deep breath, then pointed a finger unceremoniously at the helpless:

“I’m just a passerby, but they came specifically to find you, so they should know that.”

Upon hearing this, Syndra turned to look at the group of helpless people, just as Hirick was struggling to get out of the pool.

In the instant their eyes met, Hirick even forgot to breathe—the terrifying pressure made her body believe she was dead.

“My patience is limited…” Syndra said in a commanding tone, her voice broken and ethereal from a long slumber. “Tell me, how long?”

“Years,” Hillick spat out angrily, “we should have killed you long ago…”

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately sensed Syndra's hatred, which pierced her body like a sharp knife and forcefully pulled at her soul.

“You’re an Ionian…you’re just like them…then you should die.”

Syndra raised an eyebrow slightly, and a look of anger flashed in her clear, beautiful eyes.

She simply waved her hand, and Hirik was lifted into the air by a powerful and invisible force, then crashed heavily into a rock wall dozens of meters away, falling silent instantly. It was unclear whether he was unconscious or dead.

Seeing this, the other helpless ones, despite their immense fear, had no choice but to grit their teeth and rush forward, attempting to perish together with Syndra.

They have no way out.

"Your fear of me has not diminished, and my hatred for you grows ever stronger!"

Syndra roared angrily, and all the Dark Orbs around her flew out, piercing through the bodies of several people in the blink of an eye. There was no pity, no hesitation, only anger and hatred.

Then, she slowly rose into the air, hovering a few feet above the water's surface, the falling water droplets creating shimmering spots of light in the pulsating glow of the pool.

"This magic... in terms of energy reserves alone, it's probably even greater than Ryze's..." Mu Bai hid behind a rock pillar, watching the show while pondering how to escape.

A direct confrontation is out of the question, and regardless of the outcome, making enemies with Syndra would be an extremely foolish thing to do.

Using Hexflash to escape? Hmm... I don't think I'd necessarily outrun them.

Is there any way to have the best of both worlds...?

While Mu Bai was deep in thought, the helpless were being brutally beaten and were soon wiped out.

But Syndra didn't kill them; instead, she spared their lives—killing them outright would have been too easy for them.

She wanted them to experience her pain.

"It's your turn to dream."

Syndra made a cutting motion with both hands, and with a loud crash, the cave ceiling was ripped open. Huge boulders crashed down beside her and into the pool of water.

The wounded and helpless were unable to dodge and were pressed into the depths of the pool by the boulder. Countless tree roots, driven by magic, began to move and tightly bound their limbs.

The magical waters of the Dream Pool will not deprive them of oxygen, so they will be sealed in the pool forever until they die of old age.

After dealing with the Nobody, Syndra turned to the rock pillar where Mu Bai was hiding, her fingertips pulsating with violent dark energy.

Do you think I can't see you?

“Let’s talk this out,” Mu Bai said, raising his hands as he stepped out from behind the rock pillar. “If you kill me, you’ll get nothing. If you don’t kill me, you might have a chance to get a candy with super cool waterproof packaging.”

"What are you talking about... Never mind." Syndra shook her head, and her internal energy erupted instantly.

Faced with this terrifying power, Mu Bai simply stood there blankly, showing no sign of panic.

Because he sensed another powerful magic—the magic of this land.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly began to shake again.

Syndra also sensed that familiar magical power, and her expression changed drastically. Forgetting about dealing with the man in front of her, she hurriedly mobilized all her strength to resist that magical power.

Damn Ionian Soul!

"You can't stop me!"

Two extremely powerful magical forces collided head-on, and the terrifying shockwaves caused the entire island to rumble as if it had been hit by an endless earthquake.

Mu Bai dodged left and right among the constantly falling boulders, secretly lamenting: When gods fight, mortals suffer...

About five minutes later, the violent shaking finally stopped, and the magical fluctuations in the air quickly dissipated.

Mu Bai poked his head out from the ruins, cautiously looking around.

Everyone has disappeared.

The helpless were buried deep beneath the pool, and the ethereal soul of Ionia left no trace.

Only a girl with long, pure white hair lay quietly on the pile of rubble, her breathing steady, as if she were asleep.

"Is it really okay to experience so many strange things right after transmigrating here...?"

Mu Bai looked at the sleeping girl and breathed a sigh of relief.

We're safe now... for the time being.

Regarding the issue of repetition in Chapter Two

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Chapter Three: Fashion Ahead of Its Time

At midnight, the island of Filol was unusually quiet; even though there had been a minor earthquake, no one was willing to get up and check the situation.

The Noxians occupied the island, and while they weren't exactly ruthless arson, murder, and looting, they certainly didn't shy away from bullying people.

The nights were no different; those Noxian bastards, drunk and disorderly, often caused trouble, ranging from verbally and physically abusing passersby to breaking into homes and committing atrocities. I heard that several shops near the port had already been smashed to rubble by these drunkards, and even the owner's daughter had been defiled.

In this dangerous situation, no local wanted to go out at night, and all kinds of shops would close before dark to avoid encountering unreasonable Noxian bastards.

Except for Okun.

His hotel often stayed open until late at night. This wasn't because he had any special abilities or connections, but because he had no other choice.

During wartime, small hotels like his suffered the most from the worst business, and it was normal for them to go several days without a single customer.

To avoid starving, he had to do odd jobs during the day and open his shop at night. Sometimes, if he was lucky, he could run into a few travelers who were in a hurry to rest.

Of course, most of those travelers were unusual individuals, either Noxian spies or rebels from the island of Philol.

But he couldn't care less about that now. He couldn't even afford to eat, so who had the time to care about the identity of the people staying at the hotel?

For example, two oddly dressed people entered the hotel, but Oken's mind was not on them at all, but only on the money pouches at their waists.

"Would you two like to stay at the hotel?" Oken smiled and began his outdated sales pitch. "Our hotel is about to close for the holidays, so if you check in now, you can enjoy a last-minute discount."

“Sounds very good.” One of them pulled out a gold coin almost without hesitation. “Calculate for two days first, and we’ll make up the difference later.”

"Thank you for your generosity, may the land of your birth bless you!" Oken quickly gathered the gold coins from the table, afraid that the other party might change their mind.

Having received the money, he also had a bit of "leisure" to observe these two generous guests.

A man and a woman. The man was about twenty years old, with delicate features. He was soaking wet, and a gorgeous scabbard was tied around his waist. He looked like a rich young master.

The woman... all I could tell was that she had a good figure, her face was covered by a hood, and she didn't seem to be moving... Was she asleep? Or had she passed out?

Tsk tsk tsk, this kid must have drugged someone... How disgusting.

"Here you are, guest, here are your keys." As he spoke, Oken put on a fawning smile again. "The third room on the left on the second floor, please make yourself at home."

Disgusting as it may be, as long as there's money to be made, that's all that matters.

Even the dirtiest money is still money, it doesn't matter.

"Hmm." The man took the keys and helped the woman upstairs. His back looked slightly hurried, as if he couldn't wait to do something unspeakable.

But that's not the case, at least not what Oken thought.

Mu Bai would never do something so disgusting, especially not to Syndra—unless he's tired of living.

"She looks so slim, but she's so heavy when I lift her up..."

After locking the door, Mu Bai threw the girl onto the bed. Her alluring, full breasts bounced up and down, and the reason why they looked light but were actually heavy was instantly clear.

These two pieces of meat probably take up quite a bit of weight...

The sleeping Syndra looked harmless, instead giving off a delicate and easily pushed-over vibe.

Her long, pure white hair was casually loose, her long, beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly with her breath, and her perfectly proportioned figure was incredibly alluring... Most importantly, she was wearing black stockings.

As the only girl in all of Runeterra to wear black stockings, her fashion sense and aesthetic sense were absolutely ahead of their time, spanning hundreds of years.

It's so astringent...

After admiring the view for a while, Mu Bai took off his clothes, which were wet from the pool, and hung them by the window to air them out. As for Syndra... he didn't need to take off her clothes; he just helped her remove her black stockings to let them air dry.

She's been soaking in the pool for so many years, one more night won't make a difference.

To be honest... those legs... well, a blessing for foot fetishists.

"Goodnight." After finishing all the chores, Mu Bai called out to the air and lay down to sleep.