Chapter 6 My face is so red it's almost bleeding.

The illusory weapons around them spun wildly, like a small galaxy on the verge of exploding.

Enter?

Ning Shuyin initially doubted that she had misheard.

Situ Linchen looked at her bewildered expression, seemingly having run out of patience.

His voice was full of longing.

"Use your powers, your healing abilities, to enter my consciousness and resonate with me. Repair the cracks in my energy."

This decisive and ruthless man actually showed a hint of vulnerability.

Resonance... Consciousness... Healing power?

Ning Shuyin finally understood that he was asking her for treatment.

but……

She's just an ordinary person; she hasn't awakened at all.

Even after awakening, 99.9999% of navigators in interstellar space only possess the same "perception" ability.

Navigators with healing abilities are rarer than giant pandas in the world.

Looking into those eyes, slightly red from pain, Ning Shuyin could only tremble as she spoke the truth: "I can't, I have no healing power."

As the worst-case scenario was anticipated.

As soon as she finished speaking, Situ Linchen's eyes instantly filled with rage.

These words completely shattered the emotions he had been trying so hard to control.

Situ Linchen's body jolted violently, and all the magical weapons in the room began to go berserk.

"What did you say? No healing power?"

The expectation in those dark eyes faded, replaced by an uncontrollable madness.

His taut muscles seemed to crush her bones.

Ning Shuyin could feel that the man on top of her was still trying to control the rampaging energy.

But the more he tried to control it, the more out of control the red arcs of electricity around him became, lashing everything wildly.

The shattered, magical weapon sliced ​​through his skin.

Within a space of 100 square meters, the out-of-control energy field has created a vicious cycle.

[Warning! Target Situ Linchen's favorability rating has dropped drastically!]

Current favorability rating: -80 (Extreme hatred)

[Note: Without the "Meme Attraction Device" to offset some of the malice, the current favorability rating would be -110 (An enemy to be killed at this moment)]

"Can the favorability rating still go down to -110? Isn't -100 the limit?" Ning Shuyin was on the verge of tears.

[Host, you're too naive.]

"What? It can get even worse?"

Of course, if you continue to provoke hatred, you can change his "enemy to be killed in this life" to "enemy to be killed in three lifetimes," and further down the line to "inescapable of being hunted down for a hundred lifetimes."

Ning Shuyin: "..."

Does this transmigration novel script allow for account deletion and restarting?

However, reality gave her no chance to catch her breath.

A deafening crackling sound of electricity exploded. A runaway arc of energy lashed her arm, bringing a sharp, stinging pain.

"Sizzle—"

Overload energy swept through like a torrent.

Her uniform was instantly scalded with a tear, and then, pulled by the energy, it was easily torn apart like brittle paper and swept away.

The cold air blew against the exposed skin.

The next second, a more noticeable weight and body heat covered me—

Situ Linchen pressed his body even lower, almost touching her completely, without a single gap.

Another shard of blades whistled as it hurtled towards her face.

For the first time, Ning Shuyin felt the presence of death was so clear.

Suddenly, everything went dark.

But the expected excruciating pain did not come.

Just before the shattered blade arrived, Situ Linchen lowered his body again, becoming her barrier.

"Pfft—"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh is chilling.

Ning Shuyin felt the man's body tremble, and a large amount of warm liquid flowed down his shoulders and neck onto her body.

It's blood.

Warm blood.

"...You're injured."

She spoke.

The girl's voice, barely audible, reached his ears.

He...was he injured?

He was certainly injured.

He felt no pain at all from the superficial wounds.

He was constantly experiencing the pain of his sea of ​​consciousness being torn apart, as well as the massive tremors in his core caused by the backlash of energy.

He could barely hear anything outside anymore.

However, her voice could be heard clearly in his ears. Why was that?

Suddenly, he snapped back to reality.

It was that voice that made him realize that the uncontrolled vicious cycle of energy had actually developed a crack.

Seize that opportunity, that gap.

Situ Linchen let out a low roar, his powerful willpower intervened, and he began to gather the energy that was on the verge of exploding.

This process was obviously extremely painful.

Countless red energy arcs roared unwillingly as if they had a life of their own, but were forcibly dragged away by an even more powerful force.

Finally, he gradually drew the shattered phantom weapons back into his body.

As the last wisp of red electricity disappeared into Situ Linchen's back, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Ning Shuyin felt a sudden weight pressing down on her.

It was him, utterly exhausted, lying on top of her, panting, as if struggling back from the brink of drowning.

After a long while, he finally managed to sit up, looking at her exposed skin with a serious expression.

"You do not have any special abilities."

He scrutinized Ning Shuyin, his tone very certain.

Then, his gaze turned fierce: "Tell me, who exactly are you?"

"I……"

Ning Shuyin panicked for a moment. Had he discovered that his date had been switched?

"Oh."

Seeing her hesitation, Situ Linchen let out a cold laugh.

"No wonder, even that cup of 'Fountain of Life' tasted no different from ordinary water in your mouth."

His expression turned cold: "What force sent you? The Machine Race? The Rockborn Race? You deceived and seduced me by impersonation. What do you want from me?"

Situ Linchen's words made Ning Shuyin realize the dangerous situation she was in.

He wasn't questioning whether his date had been switched. He was treating her as a foreign spy, or even an assassin.

Faced with absolute power, he could turn her into cosmic dust in an instant with just a thought.

To survive, she had to explain herself.

“I am Ning Shuyin, and I am no one else. You verified my identity when I boarded the ship.”

Situ Linchen's face darkened, and he questioned, "Then why don't you have any special abilities? I paid a price equivalent to a year's military budget to have the Rose Society activate the highest priority matching protocol for me."

"My matching criteria are clearly stated: I require someone who can resonate with me through healing during our dates and provide therapeutic support. How could I possibly be matched with an ordinary person like you?"

As soon as he said that, Ning Shuyin immediately knew where the problem lay.

In the original novel, Su Qianqian wrote her self-introduction into a universe encyclopedia in order to be matched with Gu Lei.

From laundry and cooking to mastering warship maintenance theory, from cross-species fur care to S-class hazardous waste sorting, he's proficient in everything.

Using her "sensory" ability to detect and her "healing power" to treat patients are just basic skills she uses as an S-class navigator.

This is also why she was matched with those four interstellar "bad boys".

Su Qianqian's qualifications are truly outstanding.

Now, this God of Slaughter Marshal is only questioning the mismatch conditions, so there's still hope.

"Yes, that's how it is." Ning Shuyin cleared her throat and began to try to make things up.

"The dating matching process at Rose Club has a certain degree of randomness."

"Some romantic variables will be introduced during the matching process in order to create unexpected, fateful encounters."

Fortunately, when the system allowed her to tamper with the matching results, she cleared all the matching "calculation processes" to ensure everything went smoothly.

Everything is now beyond the reach of the dead.

"It must be those random numbers that are messing things up. I never expected to be matched with you, Marshal." Ning Shuyin said, glancing cautiously at Situ Linchen.

But after just one glance, she immediately lowered her head.

The man in front of me is really...

"Um..." Her voice was barely audible.

"What?" The man in front of him spoke as if he wanted to devour someone, his handsome face turning black with anger.

Nobody is happy that the exorbitant military spending has gone down the drain.

Ning Shuyin, with her eyes closed, said quickly, "Could you... put on your pants first?"

Her face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.