Chapter 1 Prologue Wake up
In the dim basement, a young girl was lying on the damp floor.
She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long light golden hair scattered messily below her body. She had delicate features and a pretty face. Even the ill-fitting men's clothes could not hide her delicate and fair skin. However, a painful expression appeared on her beautiful face, and the skin between her tightly closed eyes was wrinkled like a Sichuan character, which changed in the flickering candlelight.
Just as the candle on the candlestick was about to burn out, the girl woke up.
Covering her forehead that felt like it was about to explode from the inside, she groaned and climbed up from the floor. Her clothes were too loose, exposing more skin during the movement, but she didn't care at all - or she didn't notice at all.
"I... am not dead? Where is this? Hospital or church?" the girl muttered to herself, and then she was startled by her own voice, "My throat... cough--" She coughed a few times, but the sound was still different from before.
Looking up, the girl found herself in a strange and eerie environment. The uneven floor was covered in dark red blood, radiating from her, interspersed with a few black, unknown objects. A box piled in the corner sat half-open, empty. The only light in the room was a candlestick dripping with wax on the stone table. It seemed to sway unsteadily, as if rustled by the wind, casting a flickering light on the various alchemical tools on the stone table. The crucible on the stove still emanated residual heat. The only exit seemed to be a flight of stairs leading upwards. This couldn't be the hospital or church she'd imagined; it looked more like the scene of a secret cult ritual.
She reached down to her waist, but the holster that should have been there was gone.
Could it be that he was lucky enough to survive and was captured?
Just then, the only candle finally burned out, and the faint but warm candlelight flickered and disappeared.
Strangely, the world in the girl's eyes was still clearly visible, as if an invisible light was illuminating everything around her.
No, I must leave this weird place immediately.
The damp environment, the four walls without windows, and only the upward stairs made it obvious that this was a basement, so the destination was clear.
The girl gritted her teeth and endured the headache, standing up straight and walking towards the stairs she had just seen. On the way, her loose and ill-fitting pants tried to slip off her body several times, and she had to use one hand to grab the waistband of her pants and the other to grope forward to avoid bumping into the wall.
After experiencing accidents such as tripping over long trouser legs, hitting her knees on boxes, and kicking her toes on the wall, the girl finally reached the top of the stairs and touched the trapdoor on the ceiling.
"Luckily, it wasn't locked from the outside. Otherwise, it would have been very difficult to escape without the right tools..."
Grabbing the handle on the wooden door, the girl did not open it immediately, but cautiously pushed it open a crack and looked out.
Just as I guessed, I was in a basement. There was a wall facing the movable door. The red light illuminated the wall. Apart from some furniture beside the wall, there was no human figure in sight.
Very good, sneak out first and find a chance to call for help. At the very least, escape to an open area so that the positioning chip in the body can transmit the signal.
After making up her mind, she gently pushed open the trapdoor, climbed out of the basement nimbly, and put the door back into place with her backhand. No sound was made from beginning to end. If her other hand had not been holding up her pants, the whole process would have been smoother.
Without the trapdoor blocking her view, the girl could finally observe the entire room under the crimson light.
The trapdoor leading to the basement exit was located in the center of the room. A landscape painting hung on the wall facing it. To the left was a closed door, its wooden door surprisingly fitted with an old-fashioned latch. An unknown plant sat beside it, its shape voluptuous in the red light. Opposite the door was a rather retro desk, upon which lay a large book, its pages scribbled with scribbled notes. Pens, ink, and other books were scattered haphazardly.
Looking up again, the girl realized that the source of the red light was not the light she had imagined, but outside the window.
Like a possessed person, she didn't care that her lower garment had been separated from her body during the movement. She crawled a few steps using her hands and feet to the desk, propped herself up on the desk, and looked out the window.
Outside the window was the street also dyed with crimson light. Late at night, the street was deserted. The cobblestone streets, iron lampposts, and the row of buildings across the street were all covered with the same crimson "tablecloth".
In the dark night sky, the crimson "moon" was like a devil's eye, peeping at the street, the study, and the girl in the room.
"Ah-ah!" The headache suddenly became more severe. She could no longer stand. Her legs went soft and she knelt down beside the table. Only her slender arms were still clinging to the desk, using this little strength to prevent her from falling down completely.
As if she had time to observe now, she noticed her arms in the red moonlight, then looked down along her arms to her torso, and then to her legs, which were no longer bound by her bottoms.
"No, this is not... How is it possible!" Angel, the church agent, number 007, screamed in a voice as melodious as a nightingale, but a voice that sounded unfamiliar to herself.
"...This is your only chance to become a Beyonder. Do you really want to give up..."
"...Agent 007, this mission is extremely risky. I suggest you..."
"...You don't think this is the end, do you? Follow the rules of the role-playing. As your sequence increases, you will see more..."
"...You are just bait. If you don't want to, you can withdraw now..."
"...I didn't expect you to be promoted so quickly. Now it's time for me to fulfill my promise..."
"...The main force hasn't assembled yet, so we'll have to hold it off..."
"...This is the potion material for Sequence 7, 'Witch'. I hope you like your new identity..."
A series of words emerged from the depths of her memory, some firm and resolute, some extremely seductive, echoing in her ears.
Soon, the whispers in her ears became quieter and quieter, until only the throbbing of blood vessels and the growing red moon in her eyes remained.
"Where on earth is this place..."
This was her last thought.
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