The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

I didn't think about anything during the fight, and it was exhilarating, but now I'm getting my comeuppance.

At that time, Ning Feng didn't consider anything except how to win, and made several leaps in his mind that were inconsistent with his personality.

It was during this battle that Ning Feng realized that he seemed to enter a special state when fighting.

It's not that they are completely indifferent to their own safety, but rather that they unconsciously weighed the pros and cons and shifted their focus to other more important aspects.

"It's kind of like a mechanized mind... or something, ugh! How cringeworthy!"

No, I can't let my mind wander anymore.

Whether it's your own talent or a bonus from some special ability, as long as it doesn't negatively impact you, it's good.

But it's clear that some people don't want him to be comfortable.

winter.

Ning Feng was enduring it when suddenly a dark shadow landed lightly on his bandaged chest.

puff!

Seemingly oblivious to Ning Feng's pain, the black cat asked its own question:

Is what you're doing meaningful?

"Ahem... Can you please show some respect for the wounded?"

He tried to push Ariana away, but Ning Feng's arms were now restrained, and after struggling, he could only helplessly let her sit on him.

Lying there like a salted fish that has lost its dreams, Ning Feng stared at the pure white ceiling and said listlessly:

"It certainly has significance, and it's very important."

"I'm not new to the Overwatch. My information has been stored in the Overwatch database for a long time. They know me better than I know myself."

"You know, a prospective operator who is well-known and has trained diligently but hasn't been able to awaken his bloodline power, yet he awakens his bloodline power after encountering the altar of the evil god... Won't they have any doubts?"

"How did he acquire his power? Why did he suddenly awaken it? Is it related to succubus blood?"

"Instead of letting them find the answer themselves, give them a reasonable reason and let them convince themselves."

Direct explanation is not the best approach; the best outcome is to let them draw their own conclusions, which is the best way to clear themselves of suspicion.

After all, people tend to trust themselves more.

"In that case, I have an idea~"

Ok?

Although they had only spent a day together, Ning Feng had already gained a deep understanding of Ariana's flash of inspiration.

"You, you mustn't do anything reckless! I'm still tied to the bed."

"Oh dear, it's easier this way because you're tied up~"

???

An extremely uneasy thought surged into Ning Feng's mind, and he saw deep malice in those scarlet eyes.

"Since you want to get rid of suspicion, why not do it thoroughly?"

A drop of blood, as pure as a ruby, drifted out from the shadows and stopped on Ning Feng's chest.

goo.

"Although only this one drop has been condensed, it should be enough for your initial awakening."

drop.

Blood seeped directly into Ning Feng's skin through the gaps in the bandages and disappeared.

"It'll just be a few trips in and out, counting the spots on the ceiling, and it'll be over soon."

Ning Feng: ? ? ?

I'm reporting someone driving here!

The car wheel ran over my face.

But, are you not capable?

Has it already gone in? I don't feel anything...

Bang!

Ning Feng's body suddenly arched, turning red in an instant, his muscles began to tremble irregularly, and his veins bulged.

The painful screams were not uttered, but were stuck in his throat.

"It might hurt a little the first time, but once you get used to it, it will be very comfortable~"

Still seated on Ning Feng's body, Ariana rose and fell with his movements, gently brushing her tail across his wounds.

The previously suppressed succubus blood began to boil, and the granulation tissue at the wound began to move, grow, and heal.

The black cat gently lowered its head, licking the splattered blood, savoring the power it contained, and whispered:

"Hang in there, Ning Feng."

"Compared to your future, this is hardly hell."

"After all, you're the only one who can do that."

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Dream (Please read on! Save the child!)

He was walking.

Keep walking.

Hunger, fatigue, pain, cold...

These feelings relentlessly assaulted my already fragile spirit, making my already blurred vision almost unrecognizable.

He couldn't remember the events that had happened before clearly; he only vaguely recalled angry roars, painful wails, and helpless sobs...

But I can't remember anything about what happened.

His past memories began to fade away, while fragmented and unfamiliar pieces slowly filled his increasingly empty mind.

Fleeting glimpses of light and shadow, bizarre and fantastical images flooded in at a distorting speed, filling the gaps in my memory.

Wearing a crown of thorns and holding a scepter, he stood atop the mountains, coldly looking down upon the devout people below.

Walking in the dark abyss where shadows and blood intertwine, he treads on blood-stained bones, silently plundering lives.

Submerged in boundless books, he silently guarded these unspoken treasures.

he……

……

……

hallucinations.

reality.

The boundaries between the two constantly intertwined and merged in his eyes, gradually becoming one.

It felt like a dream.

He felt the wind and snow around him disappear silently, the biting cold in the air vanish without a trace, and he suddenly felt as if he were strolling in a dark forest full of flowers.

But this clarity did not last.

The fresh scent of the soil and the sweet fragrance of the dew in the air did not sober him up; instead, they dragged him into an even deeper abyss.

He walked aimlessly through the woods, his steps uneven, leaving long trails of blood behind him.

rustle……

Against the backdrop of darkness, it looked less like a human and more like a walking corpse wandering aimlessly in a dark dungeon.

He was like a machine that had lost its goal but couldn't stop, wandering aimlessly but continuously.

The scale of time became blurred in silence, and he couldn't tell whether he was moving forward or backward.

The forest remained unchanged, showing absolutely no signs of alteration.

If he were still conscious, he would surely have suffered a mental breakdown from the endless torment of this journey.

Suddenly, he stopped for the first time, because a different scene appeared before him.

The towering trees in front of us disappeared, and a long-lost light appeared!

An endless expanse of white snow.

A field filled with pure white flowers, radiating a soft, shimmering light...

Flower field.

The sweet scent that once permeated the forest had vanished, and the white flowers blooming everywhere had no fragrance whatsoever.

In the heart of the vast flower field, a wooden house that seemed out of place amidst the ancient scenery suddenly appeared.

The moment he saw the wooden house clearly, an uncontrollable hunger, emanating from the depths of his soul, surged forth from the bottom of his heart like a flood!

Go there!

As long as we can get to that place!!!

winter!

cough!

Before he could be controlled by the nameless desire rising in his heart, he tripped over a flower and fell heavily to the ground.

Cough cough cough...

The blood flowing through my veins no longer seemed to be fresh blood, but rather mud mixed with ice shards. Each flow of the chilling blood brought immense pain to my body.

There was a different feeling in my chest, as if it were filled with scorching hot coals, the burning sensation accompanied by increasingly heavy breathing.

It seems that everything that was ignored is now being noticed again, and is appearing with doubled anger at being ignored.

But he was not destroyed by this feeling. Like a ghost crawling out of a graveyard, he slowly crawled towards the wooden house in the distance.