Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

She curled up, her slender legs encased in black, half-hidden by the disheveled hem of her skirt, while her upper body clothing was also somewhat disheveled.

With a touch of languor, one arm was draped over the armrest of the sofa, and the entire upper body was leaning against the soft protrusion. The two of them had different temperaments.

Ghost Shark is more like a pampered heiress from a wealthy family, embodying luxury, arrogance, languor, and elegance.

A captivating smile crept onto her lips, a smile that seemed to melt hearts.

This guy is a real demon.

Don’t look at anything that’s inappropriate, don’t look at anything that’s inappropriate.

Just one look at it makes my heart flutter and my heartbeat quicken.

That guy was obviously doing it on purpose. Does he really enjoy seeing other people embarrassed?!

"what do you want to say in the end?!"

"My meaning is very simple..."

Why bother continuing to be a human being?

A greeting from the deep sea [9]

"what do you want to say in the end?!"

"My point is very simple: why bother continuing to be a person?"

"what?"

Are all salespeople this blatant these days?!

The demon's words left Wenlan speechless, partly due to the impact of the previous scene.

Seeing that Wenlan had relaxed her guard, the devil's smile finally turned into a triumphant smirk.

She leaned lazily against the sofa, her elaborate clothes unable to conceal her alluring curves, especially the way the clothes, pressed down by gravity, clung vaguely to her shapely figure and long legs.

Even her outer garment had been undone at some point; half of the slightly heavy outer garment had been removed, revealing the close-fitting clothes underneath and the prominent collarbone on her off-the-shoulder shoulders.

The contrast between her heaviness and her delicate inner self is striking, making her appear even more slender and boneless, making one yearn to pounce on her and savor that forbidden beauty.

Her tone seemed to be filled with a pinkish allure.

However, behind the pink and delicate appearance lies the shadow of a ghost shark cast on the wall, resembling a menacing monster. The deep darkness seems to be devouring the surrounding light, and even the setting sun streaming into the room through the window cannot tear through this extreme darkness.

"Humans always have their limits. The more cunning and scheming a person is, the more they want to climb over others to get ahead, the more likely they are to fall into unexpected predicaments."

Ultimately, it's just that human beings are too limited, making it easy for them to reach their limits.

Many people crave this elusive opportunity to push their limits but never attain it, while you...

"—You're incredibly lucky, because this opportunity, which countless people crave, is right there; all you have to do is pick it up."

It's just like a bright, juicy apple, waiting for a greedy person to pick it up and take a bite.

Humans are inherently greedy; as long as the profit is large enough, they can lure willing people into their trap.

The human heart is unfathomable and cannot withstand any form of test. Dark things only need enough profit, so what's wrong with handing over the rope that can strangle them?

Seeing Wenlan's stunned expression, Ghost Shark's smile became even more unrestrained.

Yes, that's it. Accept your fate.

Accept the power I give you.

Everyone wanted to acquire such power, to possess supreme authority, and to rise to power by trampling on the corpses of their own kind.

Indeed, it must be wonderful to have such power.

The legendary powers of vampires, such as immortality and the ability to be reborn forever.

That kind of power seemed to be able to control the entire world.

"But, I refuse."

Wenlan revealed a triumphant smile.

This time, Specter's expression froze.

"In the end, I really can't think of any use for that kind of thing. The saying that technology gives people a better life has become a lie. Will superhuman abilities make me better?"

The answer is self-evident.

No, excessive power coupled with excessive desires will ultimately lead to no good results.

What you receive from the gods is not necessarily a blessing, so you should have even less expectation of what you receive from the devil.

Maybe it really is power, but so what?

Ultimately, that kind of thing really meant nothing to her.

She just wanted to live an ordinary life and blend in with the people around her. If the demon could change her appearance and give her the ability to become a Feline, then she would probably be tempted.

But it's clear that what the devil gave was probably not that.

I'm already an oddball enough; if I were to acquire something like that, I would completely cease to be human.

He lived more like a complete freak.

She didn't want to experience what had happened before.

Encountering a hunter, even if you don't die from it, will shorten your lifespan by many years.

However, when she looked up again, she found that the ghost shark had disappeared.

Has it disappeared again?

Well, after a whole day of running around, Wenlan was also quite exhausted.

What happened these past few days is even more bizarre than anything she's encountered in the past decade or so.

And there are still many things that are hard to understand.

The hunter's eyes...did she recognize him?

Why conceal the fact that the pendant was reported to the police?

Who orchestrated that explosion?

Who wants to kill me?

But why?

Wenlan didn't think she had offended any powerful figures she shouldn't have.

Even if they really wanted to kill her, they wouldn't have needed to use a bomb, would they?

She clearly sensed an impending crisis, yet had no clue where to begin; she wasn't the type of person who could do something like this.

She's not the main character; she's just a passerby.

There was always a feeling that something was going on behind her back, but she could only get involved in so little.

So, let's just forget about it.

As long as it doesn't affect me, I'll probably just pretend nothing happened.

Lying in bed, I covered my forehead with my arm and stared at the ceiling.

As Wenlan pondered these thoughts, she drifted off to sleep.

"Why don't you understand?"

However, at this moment, Ghost Shark sat by the pillow, leaning over to look at Wenlan, who was already fast asleep, admiring her sleeping face.

Ghost Shark didn't smile at all.

"Why can't you understand that the fate that is being sold is not something you can haggle over?"

Sleep peacefully, you are ultimately...

—There's no escaping it.

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Tossing and turning in bed, Wenlan woke up unexpectedly.

The room was pitch black; it must be late at night now.

In the darkness, Wenlan sat up in bed.

Rain kept pattering against the window, and the view outside was blurred by the flowing rain.

It's raining again.

Huge raindrops pounded incessantly against the eaves and windows, and the outside world was a stark white.

The rain was heavy, and even created a mist.

Perhaps it was this sound that woke her up.

I rubbed my eyes; although I was awake, my eyes hadn't fully adjusted to the darkness yet.

Rubbing her eyes, the girl slowly groped her way out of bed in the dark.

Wearing my shoes that I'd taken off, since I couldn't sleep and my stomach was empty, I decided to get something to eat.

No one had lived in this house for a long time, but she still brought some food with her on her way back.

Although it certainly won't taste good, it's still better than going hungry.

I walked out of the room in the dark.

As she stepped out of the room, she seemed to have stepped on something.

The splattered stuff stuck to my ankle.

It's wet, is it water?

Why is there water in the living room?

Is the house leaking?

When I squatted down and touched the ground with my fingers, there was indeed water, but when I looked up, no new water droplets fell.

It's not leaking.

Why is there water in that room?

It's raining outside, so how come there's water inside?!

Wenlan felt a jolt in her heart, as if some bad thoughts had entered her mind.

His scarlet pupils suddenly contracted.

He slowly looked toward the gate.

The main door leading to the outside...

—Just as I was wondering, it was half-closed…

Someone came in—

A greeting from the deep sea [10]

The door leading to the outside was ajar.

The sound of rain pattering against the ground outside drifted in through the slightly ajar door.

Didn't I lock the door?

How could that be? She knew perfectly well that she had locked the door after closing it.

Damn it.

Now that someone has come in, the puddle of water on the ground is easily explained.

The guy who had been caught in the rain came in, and since he was soaked, he left a puddle on the ground.

Everything quieted down.

When a person is highly focused and extremely tense, even external noise will be completely filtered out.

Even now, the sound of her swallowing was so jarring; she could feel her heart pounding.

Everything around was dark, but even in such a small space, there was a second thing.

Suddenly, a news story she had heard a few days ago almost caused her heart to stop.