Chapter 56 Han Chunhua's Sharp Transformation

The generous rewards from the mine quests temporarily alleviated the immediate crisis for most players, but everyone knew that the nights in this fairytale town would only become more unbearable with each passing night.

Night fell like the gaping maw of a giant beast, swallowing the last rays of daylight.

Jun Xiangbei and Wuyan, who had chosen the "Sturdy" house, originally thought they could spend the night peacefully thanks to the house's "privileges," but tonight, the howls of ghosts seemed particularly close, and even the walls and house began to tremble slightly.

Jun Xiangbei's eyelashes trembled slightly; he was somewhat worried about Gu Yunqing.

Meanwhile, inside the beautiful room, Han Chunhua was sitting under a window in a corner of the room, a small corner decorated with delicate and vibrant flowers that she had created using her supernatural abilities.

Yet at this moment, these beautiful flowers seemed so fragile and powerless amidst the faint, terrifying sounds coming from outside the window.

Han Chunhua looked at the monsters outside the window with some fear, clutching her skirt tightly. Wu Jueji's casual yet earth-shattering words kept echoing in her mind—"Can you make them bloom inside their bodies?"

This idea, like a seed, took root and grew in her heart.

During the daytime battle in the mine, she witnessed the strength of others, and she no longer wanted to be just a burden hiding behind others and barely protecting herself with a bow and crossbow.

Han Chunhua wanted power.

The power that truly protects oneself and can even fight back.

"Splash! Splash!"

My heart was pounding in my chest, a mixture of fear and a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve.

Just then—

"Crack!"

The window in the small corner where Han Chunhua was located, with its frame entwined with rose branches, was suddenly shattered from the outside by a tremendous force.

Amidst the flying sawdust and petals, a withered, twisted ghostly hand covered in sticky black fur suddenly reached in.

Immediately afterwards, a twisted, rotting face with green ghostly flames burning in its eye sockets burst through the window, emitting a chilling hoarse sound, and lunged straight at Han Chunhua inside the house.

A foul-smelling wind swept over us, and the shadow of death instantly loomed.

If it were the previous Han Chunhua, she would probably have screamed and collapsed in fear.

But at this moment, Han Chunhua suddenly raised her head, and in her big eyes that always seemed innocent and naive, an unprecedented emotion was burning.

It was fear, but more than that, it was a kind of madness and determination born from being driven to the brink of despair.

Instead of retreating, she faced the oncoming monster and stretched out her hands.

The "flowering" ability within her, which she had always used to decorate her room and please herself, was being frantically activated in an unprecedented way and with unprecedented intensity.

Now her target is no longer the soil, no longer the vase, but... the inside of the hideous monster in front of her!

"Open it for me!"

Han Chunhua let out a low growl, and her spiritual power surged out like a flood bursting its banks!

The ghost, which was leaping into the air, suddenly froze.

It was as if countless invisible seeds had been planted inside its withered chest, and it was instantly infused with a violent life force.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound of flesh being forcibly torn apart erupted densely from the monster's body.

The next instant, bathed in the faint moonlight outside the window and the warm light inside, a scene unfolded that would be unforgettable for everyone who witnessed it—

Countless vibrant, scarlet roses with sharp thorns burst forth and bloomed like a fountain from the monster's chest, abdomen, and even its eye sockets, mouth, and nose.

Black, foul blood mixed with shattered internal organs was forcibly torn apart by delicate petals and resilient vines.

The monster couldn't even let out a decent scream. Its attack was completely frozen in mid-air. Its massive body, like a tattered sack that had been burst open from the inside, was instantly pierced and torn apart by countless blooming roses from the inside out.

"Splash—"

The remains of the monster, mixed with blooming blood-red roses, scattered on the floor like a bizarre and cruel rain of flowers, quickly turning into black smoke and dissipating, leaving only a few rose petals stained with dark red, as if truly soaked in blood, slowly drifting down.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

At this moment, the only sounds in the room were Han Chunhua's heavy breathing and her body trembling slightly due to excessive mental exhaustion.

She stood there, her face as pale as paper, her forehead covered in cold sweat, staring blankly at the few unusually bright petals on the ground, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was physical discomfort and fear from killing with one's own hands, and exhaustion from overdrawing one's power, but more than anything else... there was an unprecedented enlightenment and shock of mastering immense power.

She...did it.

She really made the monster... bloom flowers inside its body.

It is no longer decoration, but... the art of killing.

The people in Han Chunhua's live stream were all excited for her:

Holy crap!!!!

"Han Chunhua achieved the feat of 'blooming inside her body'."

"This scene... is both beautiful and mind-numbing..."

"With just a single pointer from Wu Jueji, a god of war was created?"

This horrifying and shocking scene was not witnessed by anyone.

Elena and her two followers were in another corner of the room. Under the protection of the holy light, they watched the entire scene of Han Chunhua using those beautiful and vibrant roses to burst the monster's body.

Even the well-informed Saintess Sylvie couldn't help but show a hint of admiration in her eyes at this moment.

After all, the ability to manipulate supernatural powers to bloom into flowers on a person's body requires remarkable control and is truly commendable.

Ji Changyu and Wang Hu emerged from the thatched hut and were fighting the monsters when they caught a glimpse of this horrifying scene. Both of them gasped in shock, and their gazes toward Han Chunhua changed completely.

Gu Yunqing and Wu Jueji were standing outside their dilapidated thatched hut, assessing whether they should make do in the ruins tonight.

Wu Jueji, with his eyelids drooping, glanced in the direction of Han Chunhua's house, and happened to see the whole process unfold.

His face was expressionless; he simply offered a two-word evaluation in a somewhat nonchalant tone:

"good."

It was as if I had only seen a passable piece of work.

Gu Yunqing stood beside him, her gaze calm as she looked at the pale-faced but determined-eyed girl in the distance, a barely perceptible curve appearing at the corners of her lips.

very good.

He silently noted down Han Chunhua's current state and performance, assessing her future value and controllability.

However, Gu Yunqing estimated that she probably wouldn't come into contact with Han Chunhua, nor would she be able to take advantage of her, since Sylvie, the saintess, was in this instance.

According to a few words Han Chunhua revealed during their collaboration, Sylvie had sheltered her the previous night, and now she was proving her worth.

Sylvie might very well try to recruit her into her organization.

Thinking of this, Gu Yunqing sighed. A mysterious organization cannot consist of only a few people. When will he be able to develop and expand his organization?

Just then, a familiar breeze carrying a cool fragrance swept by.

Jun Xiangbei and the silent monk appeared not far away.

They noticed the energy fluctuations and anomalies here, and Jun Xiangbei was worried about Gu Yunqing, so he came to check on her.

Jun Xiangbei's gaze first quickly swept across the scene to confirm that there was no ongoing danger, and then fell on Gu Yunqing. Seeing that he was safe and sound, he seemed to breathe a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

Then, his gaze shifted to Han Chunhua's house, where he saw the few glaring blood-red petals on the floor and the remaining traces of energy, as well as Han Chunhua standing there, her breath unsteady but her eyes sharp.

He immediately understood what had just happened.

A hint of surprise flashed in Jun Xiangbei's eyes.

Does Han Chunhua really have such good control over her superpowers?

It's important to understand that this kind of superpower, which requires manipulation, severely tests the mental strength and control abilities of the user.

For example, with the same water-based superpower, some people can directly evaporate the water in the other person's body, while others can only attack with water balls.

The difference lies in the user's mental strength and control ability.

However, Jun Xiangbei didn't pay much attention to Han Chunhua; his gaze was fixed on Gu Yunqing.

Compared to Han Chunhua, Jun Xiangbei was more interested in exploring Gu Yunqing.

Gu Yunqing felt Jun Xiangbei's gaze, turned her head, and gave him a gentle but slightly distant smile.

Looking at him like this, Jun Xiangbei found himself increasingly unable to take his eyes off Gu Yunqing.

This person is like a vortex with a deadly attraction; despite knowing the danger, people are irresistibly drawn to get closer and want to uncover the secrets at the center of the vortex.

Han Chunhua took a few deep breaths, barely managing to calm her turbulent blood and complicated emotions.

She bent down and carefully picked up the most intact and brightly colored "blood rose" from the ground, the sharp thorns on the edges of the petals gleaming coldly.

She raised her head and looked at the crowd outside the door. Her gaze lingered on Wu Jueji for a moment, filled with gratitude and a hint of awe, before she looked firmly at Gu Yunqing, Jun Xiangbei, and the others.

“I…I can fight now.” Her voice still trembled slightly, but her tone was more resolute than ever before. “I will no longer hold you back.”

Elena stepped forward, looking at her with a complex expression, and finally said softly, "Light... also recognizes the power to fight for protection. But remember, do not let power devour the purity of your heart."

Han Chunhua nodded and gripped the blood-red rose tightly in her hand.

Tonight, for many, is destined to be a sleepless night.

Gu Yunqing remained hidden in the shadows, calmly adjusting the pieces on the chessboard like a skilled chess player.

He glanced at Wu Jueji beside him, then at the crowd of people in the distance with their various expressions, and finally his gaze briefly met Jun Xiangbei's probing look in the air.

The game is getting more and more interesting.

Jun Xiangbei, can you still... keep up with my pace?

A faint smile played on his lips as he turned and walked toward the thatched hut that was almost completely ruined.

Tonight, perhaps it's time to consider finding a "safer" place to rest.

For example... asking a "neighbor" to stay overnight?

His gaze, seemingly unintentionally, swept over Jun Xiangbei's sturdy stone house.