January 28, 18:12.
A teahouse on a street in Lin'an City.
Yu Jianchu had a dream.
She lay on the filthy floor, surrounded by corpses, blood and weapons scattered everywhere, a huge lion-faced monster biting her ankle, desperately pulling her into the darkness.
She kept having this dream, in which she was badly injured, both her hands were almost broken, and she was injured all over the rest of her body.
It's strange. In reality, she's already an adult, and she has six forbidden substances with ridiculously strong properties implanted in her body. She should know how to save her life, but in the world of dreams, she is always extremely vulnerable, like a coward.
The car-sized monster dragged her out of the room and pulled her along the concrete floor for over a hundred meters. She had no strength to resist and was left to watch the dark city from a deathly perspective—a vision from the deepest part of her nightmare.
Too many people have died. Tens of thousands of massacres, tragedies, tortures, struggles, the deaths of loved ones, the deaths of children, and all those who should have escaped this tragedy have occurred.
The heads of the dead float in the air, densely packed throughout the town, in a place unknown to everyone... a vast swamp beyond their comprehension, where countless machines stripped of their humanity watch this scene.
In the despairing perspective of the dream, Yu Jianchu saw a child hiding in the garbage piled up with dead bodies, covered in blood and snot and tears on her face, like a worm with only half a breath left.
She groped in the dark, screaming as she picked up an iron rod. The thing was heavy and big, taller than her. She was able to lift it purely out of the instinct for survival, a senseless burst of energy at the last moment of her life.
One end of the iron pipe was polished to a sharp point. Although it is unknown who once used it as a weapon, it is estimated that the guy is dead.
The child took a breath and stabbed the monster's head hard, but it grew another head, which turned and bit at her throat.
Yu Jianchu saw that she had dodged with all her might, so only her shoulder was torn off, but the bones were also broken.
Whoever was the unlucky guy who first sharpened the stick, he was indeed a good craftsman. The monster held on for a while, but eventually collapsed on her, looking incredibly heavy, and still biting her flesh and refusing to let go.
She ran over, forcefully pushed the body aside, and turned to look at the girl, who was only eleven or twelve years old. She wanted to call the person over, thinking that the chances of both of them surviving might be higher... but then she realized that the person was already dead.
Its entire neck was covered in blood, and the blood vessels inside had been bitten off, but it still maintained a struggling posture and expression, like a cheap joke.
Yu Jianchu stared blankly, then staggered back a step. She tried to steady herself by pressing against the wall, but her legs gave way and she fell to the ground, even hitting her nose in the process, which hurt terribly.
She suddenly felt that she might never be able to get up again.
This shitty world has no future. Everyone is the same. People are created to suffer, dance, eat shit, and then they can die.
At that moment, she saw the creature approaching. It was—she couldn't quite put her finger on it—was it a person? Not really. Its skin was mostly gone, and it stood there looking at her, over three meters tall.
There was a knife stuck in its head; perhaps it was once a person, a strange, unknown entity that was a mixture of human and ghost. That was the only way she could think of it.
She still couldn't stand up and run away, and she was already thinking of giving up; it was just too tiring.
So Yu Jianchu simply sat against the wall, waiting for the inhuman creature to come over, kill her like it killed everyone else, and then devour her alive. She thought that their flesh and blood would mix together, rot and stink, and then be digested and excreted. This was the kind of world she imagined, devoid of humanity, and so desperate that she wanted to die.
The omnipresent human head still hovered in the air, presenting everything it observed in the dark swamp. She closed her eyes and buried her head in her knees.
Let it end. It should have ended a long time ago.
Her dreams always ended like this.
But something strange happened. This time, the monster didn't come over. Instead, she heard something approaching—human footsteps.
Then, a voice said, "Sister?"
Yu Jianchu looked up and saw the person standing opposite him, wearing a mass-produced Eoubs lab coat, covered in bits of flesh, blood, and dust, looking down at him.
The humanoid monster's head had exploded at some point; she had used deadly force and her movements were extremely swift.
She stared at the face, trying to recognize who it was—a fellow jinx, a fellow experimental subject with a very familiar face, always arrogant and complacent, relentlessly refusing to give up any hope.
“Yu Yu?” she asked.
The man gave a bright smile and extended his hand.
"Sister, get up quickly, we have to get out of here," she said.
She looked at Yu Yu for a while, then carefully reached out and held her hand, feeling a rare warmth.
This is utterly absurd and makes no sense, but the future seems to have become something to look forward to.
It was as if they had been reborn.
When Yu Jianchu woke up, it was already dark outside, and the surroundings were completely silent.
"Looks like you've been suffering a lot lately, you wretched woman."
Yu Yun came downstairs, carrying a kettle of freshly boiled water and a can of black tea: "Have you had dinner yet?"
"Idiot, what do you think?" She subconsciously wanted to call Li Lin over, but then thought better of it.
Sometimes, the more you try to reason with this bitch, the more she'll argue with you until you're completely unreasonable. Then she can mock you without restraint, saying that you're good for nothing except killing people and ordering around good-for-nothings.
"I don't have any here, only black tea, which I just bought." Yu Yu moved a stool in front of her, casually tossed the tea bag into the kettle, and pretended to be making tea: "I need your help."
"Sigh..." Yu Jianchu glanced at her, neither asking why nor continuing his trash talk, but simply sighed deeply and then said, "Speak, what kind of help do you need?"
“This test tube contains 200 doses of soul essence,” she said, pulling a vial of scarlet liquid from her pocket. “I need you to inject 602 toxin into it.”
"Okay, how much?" Yu Jianchu agreed immediately. They were the closest people to each other, weren't they? So there was no need to ask why, because even if she knew, it wouldn't change the outcome.
"I'll control the detonation switch to the amount needed to kill an ACE-level forbidden substance," Yu Yu said casually, as if discussing where to go after dinner.
“ACE?” Yu Jianchu was stunned for once, then seemed to understand something and suddenly burst into laughter.
"You're a real bastard, you even scheme against your own dog."
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