A beautiful girl who transmigrates into a Herrscher of the Void is treated like an elf and conquered

Someone shouted, and the remaining gangsters, like startled birds, dropped their weapons and scattered in all directions!

"Miss Quan! Please...please wait a moment!"

Yoshino held Yoshina in her arms, watching the bloody scene before her. Her azure eyes were filled with unbearable pain. She mustered her courage and tried to dissuade them with a tearful voice.

"They...they already know they were wrong...can you...let them go..."

A-Quan didn't even turn his head, his voice as cold as the polar wind: "Let them go?"

She pointed to the chaotic night market below, the injured stall owners, and the middle-aged man lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, her tone carrying an undeniable resolve:

“They were bad people before, and if they were bad people for a day, they'll be bad people for life! If I let them go today, who will let go of the people they've hurt? Who can guarantee they won't bully the kind stall owners on the other street tomorrow?!”

Her logic is simple, direct, and even somewhat obsessive, yet it carries an undeniable and cruel justice stemming from absolute power.

Completely ignoring Yoshino's tearful pleas, Izumi slowly raised his hands.

"Trying to run? Did you ask me first? ~☆"

Her icy voice, with a hint of mockery at the end, sent chills down the spines of all the fleeing gangsters, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave!

The next moment, a chilling sense of spatial distortion enveloped the entire area.

Those gangsters who had already run ten or even dozens of meters were horrified to find that not only could they not move forward, but their bodies were also forcibly pulled back by an irresistible invisible force!

"no, do not want!"

"Please spare us! We won't dare to do it again!"

"Goddess! Fairy! Please let us go! We'll give you money! Lots of money!"

"Master! Help me!"

A dozen or so people, like puppets controlled by invisible strings, were forcibly dragged back to the open space in the center of the night market. Like grasshoppers strung together, they hung in mid-air in terror, tears streaming down their faces, uttering pitiful pleas for mercy and wails.

Their previous arrogance vanished, leaving only the most primal fear of death.

Looking at these despicable faces struggling to survive, A-Quan felt no pity. She hated these cowardly scum who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

She uttered two words softly, then clenched her fists tightly!

"Puchi—!!!!"

The sound of flesh and bones being forcibly squeezed and crushed by tremendous force was chilling!

The dozen or so gangsters hanging in the air didn't even get a chance to scream before everyone watched in utter horror.

The space, suddenly contracted and distorted, was crushed like a pile of rotten tomatoes, instantly turning into clumps of blurry, mixed meat scraps and internal organs!

"boom!!!"

The minced meat exploded as if detonated! Foul-smelling blood and bits of flesh splattered like a torrential rain, staining the nearby ground, stalls, and even walls a glaring crimson!

Strangely, the heads of those dozen or so gangsters were perfectly preserved. They were held together by an unseen force, hanging neatly above the archway at the entrance to the night market!

Each head retains the expression of extreme fear and pain before death, its empty eyes seemingly staring at anyone who tries to enter, forming a bloody and terrifying warning scene that could give anyone nightmares!

After doing all this, the murderous aura around Ah Quan receded like a tide.

The cold, cruel expression on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a relaxed ease as if she had accomplished something trivial. She even revealed that innocent and ingratiating smile again, like a child who had done a good deed and was waiting for praise.

She turned around, clapped her hands, and smiled and waved to the surviving stall owners behind her, who were already terrified, as if to tell them:

"Look, I've taken care of the bad guy! It's all over now! ~☆"

However, what she saw was not gratitude, not relaxation, but rather—

Boundless fear!

The ultimate thriller!

The stall owners, young and old alike, looked as if they had seen the most terrifying demon in the world; their faces were ashen, and their bodies trembled violently uncontrollably.

They looked at A-Quan, who stood amidst the pool of blood and mangled flesh, with a pure smile on his face, as if he were a monster ready to devour its prey!

"A monster...a monster!!" someone screamed in despair.

"Ugh—!" Someone couldn't help but bend over and vomit.

Several elderly stall owners, unable to withstand the shock of the bloody and terrifying scene, rolled their eyes and fainted to the ground.

Ah Quan's smile, like a fragile ice surface, gradually stiffened, shattered, and finally disappeared completely.

She stood in the thick pool of blood, her bare feet feeling the warm, nauseating liquid.

She looked at the stall owners in the distance, who were staring at her with fearful and distant eyes, as if they were separated from her by an endless abyss.

The feeling of pride I had just felt for "punishing the wicked and eliminating evil" was instantly replaced by a cold, incomprehensible bewilderment.

She took care of the bad guys and protected them, didn't she? Why... why are they looking at her like that?

The bustling night market lights still shine, but they can no longer illuminate the brilliance in her eyes.

After the commotion subsided, only the deathly silence of fear remained, along with a solitary white figure standing in the center of a pool of blood, completely out of place in the world.

She and they seemed to exist in two worlds that could never intersect.

Chapter 175 Collapse

A-Quan stood in the still-dry, sticky pool of blood, the warmth from his bare feet now feeling incredibly cold and piercing.

The gazes of the stall owners in the distance were like countless invisible icicles, piercing her heart.

There was no relief at surviving a disaster in those eyes, no gratitude toward the "hero," only pure, almost tangible fear and horror, and a deep alienation that she could not understand.

She dealt with the bad guys, eliminating the scum that threatened the "Beautiful Night Market" in what she considered the most direct and effective way. Why...why did this happen?

The smile on her face had vanished completely, leaving only a blank, pale expression.

She looked at the trembling, vomiting, and fainting stall owners, watching them huddle together, as if she were more terrifying than the gangsters.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she couldn't make a sound.

Silence, like a rising tide, engulfed her. The oppressive air around her made her feel almost suffocated.

Just then, in the crowd, the old woman who had kindly given her the oden earlier took a small, trembling step forward amidst the complicated and fearful gazes of the other stall owners.

A-Quan's gaze instantly focused on the old woman. She was someone who had given her warmth, someone who made her feel that kindness existed in this world.

What would she say?

Will you understand her?

Will he... show her a kind smile like before?

However, what A-Quan saw was the undisguised fear in the old woman's eyes, the same fear as that of the other stall owners, and even deeper, mixed with a kind of sadness and... pity as if faith had collapsed.

The old woman's lips trembled, as if she were using all her strength to try to speak.

Just as those words were about to break the silence—

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

A-Quan suddenly clutched his head and let out a piercing scream, like that of a wounded young animal!

The scream was sharp and piercing, filled with endless panic, grievance, and a kind of despair at being "betrayed" by the one you care about most!

With her own voice, she brutally and desperately drowned out the words the old woman was about to say—words she dared not hear and could not bear!

She was really scared.

She was afraid of the mouth that had once given her the warmest smile.

She was afraid to hear accusations, fear, or any words that confirmed she was "different" from the world or that she was a "monster."

After the screams, there was a deathly silence.

A-Quan abruptly lowered his hand, his face filled with extreme fear and helplessness.

She stopped looking at anyone, especially the old woman.

She was whipped around suddenly as if by an invisible lash, unable to even maintain her walking posture.

Almost scrambling on all fours, staggering and staggering, they ran frantically in the opposite direction from the night market!

Her long silver hair flew wildly as she ran, her white nightgown was stained with mottled blood, and her bare feet left blurry bloody footprints on the cold ground.

That silhouette was filled with the panic and helplessness of being abandoned by the world.

"Miss Quan!"

Yoshino called out anxiously, but Izumi's figure had already disappeared into the darkness of the street corner like a startled rabbit, without any response.

Yoshino held Yoshina in her arms, looking in the direction where Izumi had disappeared, then looked back at the stall owners who were still immersed in fear, and at the bloody mess.

Her deep blue eyes were filled with complex emotions—understanding and sympathy for the stall owners' plight, and helplessness towards A-Quan's overly extreme yet simplistically logical behavior.

She paused for a moment, then bowed deeply and solemnly towards the stall owners.

Yoshino also said in her comical yet incredibly serious voice, "I'm so sorry to have caused you all trouble!"

After making this silent apology, Yoshino didn't linger. Holding Yoshina in her arms, she took small steps and quickly chased after Izumi in the direction he had fled.

She couldn't let that "kindred spirit," who had just experienced a glimmer of warmth only to be instantly crushed by the cold reality, sink into darkness alone.

At the entrance to the night market, the hanging heads still serve as a silent warning.

The surviving stall owners looked at each other, still in shock, the air thick with the smell of blood and a deeper, indescribable chill.

What happened tonight is destined to become an indelible page in the memories of all of them, a page filled with fear and confusion.

Ah Quan, who orchestrated all of this, was now running aimlessly through the deserted streets, trying to leave those fearful eyes and potential accusations far behind.

Chapter 176 The Comfort Under the Moon

A-Quan didn't know how long she had been running until her legs went weak and her lungs felt like they were on fire, at which point she was forced to stop.

Looking up, I realized I was back at the shrine I had left not long ago.

The vermilion torii gate stood silently in the pale moonlight, as if watching her disheveled state without a sound.

At this moment, this tranquil place could not bring her true peace; rather, it seemed more like an irony.

Although she held no respect for the so-called gods in her heart, at this moment, huddled in the shadow of the cold torii gate, overwhelmed by immense grievances, panic, and confusion, she actually felt a humble plea.

—If there truly is a God, please tell me, what did I do wrong?

She staggered through the torii gate and collapsed, almost completely exhausted, at the spot where she had previously shared food with Yoshino.

My gaze inadvertently swept over the half-eaten snacks still scattered on the ground.

—The paper bowl of oden, the remains of rainbow cotton candy, the paper bag of fried chicken nuggets.

...They lay quietly under the moonlight, as if still radiating the lingering warmth and kindness of not long ago.

However, at this moment, these items that once represented beauty and acceptance were like red-hot irons, so hot that A-Quan immediately turned his gaze away, not daring to look at them for even a second longer.

Each snack seemed to be silently accusing her, reminding her how she had just destroyed that hard-won warmth with her own hands.

(No... I can't watch this...)

(Were those smiles... those kindnesses... all fake? Or did I... destroy them with my own hands?)

As if burned, she abruptly turned her gaze away, not daring to look again.

The food now seemed to have become a silent condemnation, reminding her of the bloody scene that had just occurred and the fearful eyes of the stall owners.

She hugged her knees tightly, burying her face in them, curling up in the cold corner of the shrine wall, as if this would shut her out everything from the outside world, including the fearful eyes she couldn't understand and the self-doubt churning in her heart.

The cold moonlight poured down on her like mercury, casting a pale light on her thin white nightgown and silver hair stained with dark red blood, but it could not dispel the heavy gloom and loneliness that surrounded her.

She didn't cry out loud, but her thin shoulders trembled slightly uncontrollably.

A chilling feeling of being abandoned by the whole world spread from my feet to my entire body.

The soft footsteps approached cautiously.

Yoshino, carrying Yoshina, ran after her into the shrine.

Her deep blue eyes looked around anxiously.

Soon they saw the white figure huddled in the corner, looking incredibly fragile and helpless in the moonlight.

Yoshino slowed her pace. She looked at Izumi, who seemed to be trying to completely hide herself, and at the bloodstains on her body that had not yet dried. Her heart was filled with complicated emotions.