Chapter 93 "This is..."

"Is this the Last Supper?" Nangong Qi woke up to find a very lavish breakfast laid out on the table.

"No." Hongji couldn't quite understand what she was thinking.

"I thought you wanted me to die, so you were giving me last-minute care." Nangong Qi got up uncomfortably. What was wrong? She had slept for so long, but she felt so weak.

"It's not dinner, it's breakfast."

"Ah! So this really is my last meal? How awful!" Nangong Qi said, but she still went to the table and started stuffing food into her mouth.

"You're not talking about brushing your teeth anymore?" Hōji asked, puzzled.

"What does it matter? I was wondering why I had no energy. Turns out I slept for too long." Nangong Qi smiled and continued stuffing food into her mouth.

"...I was just kidding, did you really take it seriously?"

"Oh? Is that so? How much longer do I have to stay here?"

"You've been asleep for three days."

"Three days!" Nangong Qi was shocked. She thought she had only slept for one day at most, but she didn't expect it to have been three days.

"I'm doing all this just to keep you from overthinking, because it's really troublesome for me if you do." Hu Ji said meaningfully.

Nangong Qi knew the reason, of course. "I feel something's not right. You must be hiding something from me. Was it really normal for me to have slept for three days?"

Hongji turned around and didn't say anything for a moment, then began to tidy up the extra things on the table.

I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to feel guilty.

"Guilt? What guilt?! I've died so many times, why should I feel guilty?!" Nangong Qi shouted.

"Hopefully, have fun these next few nights when you're not here, Aji isn't here either, and neither is the other Huji. Only you can defeat 'it,' we can't help you." Huji slowly packed his things.

"Where are you going? I...I..."

"Nangong Qi, you trust us too much. We've never been good people. What you've seen is just a novel. The novel's portrayal of us is never accurate. For example... the protagonist and the second male lead's purpose is only to defeat the villain?"

After a pause, Huiji continued.

"Keep going, find a way to survive. Where are we going? We're going to the 'next level.' If you can survive, you should be able to find it. Goodbye... I still wish you survival. I'm not a good person, and goodbye might not be a good thing. I'm sorry."

"Wait! Wait a minute..." Before Nangong Qi could react, the person had already disappeared.

"Why! Why is it always like this? They dragged me into this without explaining anything! I don't even know what happened!" Nangong Qi suddenly overturned everything on the ground.

Being alone in a large house was too spacious and frightening for Nangong Qi. She realized that if she stayed there any longer, she would eventually be swallowed up by fear.

She hesitated for a long time before going out; the sight outside made her hesitate for a moment.

Upon opening the door, my eyes, which hadn't seen sunlight for so long, involuntarily blurred. After blinking, they finally adjusted to the surrounding scenery.

She quickly returned to the base, where the people were very welcoming. She was soon assigned a room, which wasn't as nice as the one built by Huiji, but it had everything she needed.

She started looking for jobs that she could do without much fanfare.

She momentarily forgot where she was, and simply followed the crowd, doing whatever they did.

Sometimes she felt that things were fine as they were.

On a typical day, Nangong Qi prepared to go to work. A job in agriculture was the easiest to find, given the current dire need for food and the urgent need for recovery.

An older woman downstairs, whom she knew quite well, called out to her, "Hey, young lady, I made a dress for my daughter. Your figure is about the same as my daughter's. Could you help me try it on?"

Nangong Qi stopped and nodded. "Okay." Considering that the old lady had helped her a lot these past few days, she agreed.

"The little girl is the perfect example. Would you like some of my homemade snacks? My daughter loves them."

"Thank you, but I don't really like sweets," Nangong Qi politely declined.

At the same time, she also lamented that they hadn't realized they were dead. They were all living like the living, actively engaged in life. In contrast, she herself was muddle-headed and careless in everything she did.

A self-deprecating laugh.

Soon the old lady took out a set of clothes, which were very beautiful and had intricate patterns, showing that she had put a lot of effort into them.

"Go on, go in and change." The old woman pointed to a room inside.

"Okay..." Before going in, she saw something reflective and paused. "Auntie, do you have a mirror here?"

"Oh right, a few days ago, I don't know why the base collectively destroyed mirrors. They collected them from house to house. Luckily, my husband, who was inspecting, knew I love beauty and left me a mirror."

The old lady said with a smile.

"Oh, I see." That explains why I haven't seen any mirrors these past few days.

She took the clothes and went inside.

I was just about to change my clothes when I felt something was off. I looked up and saw a stranger's face.

"Ah!" she screamed in terror. Who was this? Why had she changed? This was the same appearance that monster had ultimately taken.

She wasn't scary at all; she was just an ordinary girl with acne scars and uneven teeth. She wasn't frightening at all; she was just an ordinary girl struggling with hormonal issues.

At first, this terrified Nangong Qi so much that she couldn't move. Why was this that monster? Had she crawled into the mirror? Was it observing her all the time? Was it spying on her from inside?

"No! Who are you! You're not me! Why are you here!" Nangong Qi shouted.

Hearing the commotion, the older woman came in. "What's wrong? Young lady, are you alright? Should I take you home first?"

"Ah! Get away from me!" Nangong Qi squatted on the ground, staring at the mirror in fear.

Could it be... that the person in the mirror is changing as if sensing her thoughts?

His face melted away bit by bit, the entire right side of his face drooped down, revealing a strange smile, and his complexion turned bluish-black.

"Ah!" In the last vestige of reason, only one word remained: "escape."

She pushed away the elderly woman who was worried about her and tried to help her up, and ran out in a flash.

Thump, thump, thump—she could clearly hear her heart pounding violently.

She felt like she had forgotten something, forgotten what? Something felt wrong, wrong, wrong.

She ran to the stream, the sound of her heartbeat seeming right next to her ears.

Looking at the stream, another idea popped into her head: "Let's go take a look." She couldn't help but go to the stream and look down. She saw that the girl was still an ordinary girl, with nothing particularly outstanding about her.

She touched her face, inch by inch, every inch of skin, "Ha...ha...hahaha, I actually forgot about myself?"

This is her own face, this is her! That monster is her!

He forgot his own face, and even his own name.

Divinity? It always resided within "herself," something she abandoned.

The first person I saw was So-hee because she longed to become So-hee, to be a leading lady admired by all.

Because of death, she retreated step by step, forgot her own face, forgot her own name, and when she finally saw her own face, she even thought it was ugly.

"Monster!" She began scratching her face repeatedly until it bled.

"Beautiful, beautiful..." The monster in the water became agile, and it gradually learned Nangong Qidu's thoughts and took away Nangong Qidu's things.

It will learn to plunder.

She took out her only weapon, the pistol given to her by Hōjī, and aimed it at the monster. Her hand trembled, but her resolve was firm.

Aiming at the monsters not far from her, they now resembled Nangong Qi more than the other, and the monsters' faces were all more attractive.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and it hit her! It worked! But because of the recoil of the gun, she staggered, but quickly regained her balance.

It seems that I can hurt it.

But "it" was knocked backward by the shot, then quickly twisted back with its hand, raised its head with a strange smile on its face, as if it was quite curious. Then, the shattered face began to heal automatically, and click—the bullet fell to the ground.

Nangong Qi panicked a little and raised her gun, firing several more shots in quick succession.

Bang bang bang—

It's a pity they didn't hit, or perhaps they were prepared and dodged.

In just a moment, it was in front of Nangong Qi, face to face, with an exaggerated smile.

Then, Nangong Qi felt a sharp pain on her face. Ha—ha—Nangong Qi almost laughed, but couldn't. A large chunk of flesh had been bitten off her face. This was because she had learned to eat during the last time.

She fell straight to the ground, and it lay down and started gnawing at her neck.

In her dying moments, Nangong Qi mustered all her strength and bit down on its neck.

Unfortunately, all her strength was useless; she couldn't even break the skin. It was a joke. Her current actions were a joke.

She breathed her last weak breath, and the sky was reflected on her face.

After a while, Nangong Qi suddenly opened her eyes, knowing that she had come back to life.

He wiped his mouth, feeling a little confused. Why did he taste blood in his mouth? "A gun!" He quickly took a few steps forward and found it.

Holding it in her arms like a treasure is useful; she can hurt it, meaning she can't just run away. She'll make it pay the price!

In other words, she can use external objects to fight this monster.

She can do it; maybe she can solve it herself.

She...she wanted to go home, but she had forgotten the way home. What kind of person was she supposed to be? Her name was Nangong Qi? Had she forgotten something else?

As she wandered aimlessly, she saw the old man she had killed. Suddenly, she realized she had forgotten something: Where was the system? Where was that system? She wasn't wearing anything right now.

Was her being brought in simply part of an arrangement?