Chapter 180 (First Release)...
"Village chief, there's also... Ning Wanwan, yes, Ning Wanwan hasn't gone on stage yet." It took the others a while to remember this girl who had a very low profile.
"Ning Wanwan, it's almost over, why aren't you here yet? You're wasting time! Everyone's prepared a celebration for Ansel today!"
The village chief frowned. In his opinion, Ning Wanwan had no reason to humiliate herself. Moreover, she didn't need to compete with Ansel in the end. He could just arrange for her to fight anyone and she would lose. If it weren't for Jeremy and Ansel's inexplicable insistence, Ning Wanwan would have been eliminated in the earlier matches long ago.
I really don't understand what they're thinking, but I can't just ignore their opinions...
The village chief clicked his tongue inwardly and casually pointed, "Never mind, go and call Ning Wanwan over."
"Huh? I'm fine..."
No one wanted to leave during such a lively time, but since the village chief had called on them, there was nothing they could do. Just then, someone noticed something and whispered a reminder.
"Oh, she's here."
As they arrived, everyone looked in one direction. A simply dressed girl lowered her head slightly, seemingly lost in thought, or perhaps avoiding everyone's gaze as usual.
She slowly climbed the steps, one by one.
"Ansel." In the silence, she took the initiative to greet him, her voice as soft and timid as ever.
"Wanwan, you've arrived." Ansel nodded with a smile, his golden hair slightly disheveled in the sunlight, and his pair of purple eyes, gazing at her, shone with a bright color, like precious gems.
He was radiant, vibrant, and stood there smiling with an air of composure, as if bathed in the glow of victory.
No, needless to say, if he only spent a few minutes, or even a few seconds, competing with Ning Wanwan, he would be the undisputed winner.
No one thought Ning Wanwan could beat him, including Ning Wanwan herself.
However, Ning Wanwan's goal was not to win against him.
"Start! Start already!" After a brief silence, shouts of excitement rang out from the audience.
Ning Wanwan could feel that the mocking, disdainful, disgusted, excited, and gloating gazes were almost like a surging tide that overwhelmed her.
"The fight has begun, Wanwan, where's your weapon?" Ansel stood still, somewhat helpless. "You're not going to tell me you want to fight bare-handed like this, are you?"
"Although I won't hurt Wanwan, this seems a bit too much of a bullying."
For Ansel, this scene was both unexpected and not unexpected.
Ning Wanwan did not choose to secretly seize his "strongest weapon" to deal with the competition, but she also did not choose to bring any other weapons.
She has probably already decided to trust him wholeheartedly and follow his arrangements to leave here and head to the royal city.
Although everything was under control and somewhat uneventful, Ansel couldn't help but tremble with a slight sense of satisfaction at the thought of Ning Wanwan relying on him so completely.
So happy, so excited, the timid and wary Wanwan handed over everything to his control...
Ansel was almost impatient.
But then he suddenly heard a girl's voice.
"no."
Ning Wanwan took something out.
Compared to the weapons used in direct combat, it was far too small, only slightly larger than the girl's hand.
"Don't worry, I'm not fighting empty-handed."
The audience burst into laughter when they saw what Ning Wanwan was holding.
"It wasn't bare-handed, it was a dagger!"
"A dagger can't be said to be a weapon, but using a dagger in a duel... uh, that's just too far-fetched!"
"I'm telling you, it was really unnecessary for her to go up there and make such a fool of herself."
The audience below the stage buzzed with discussion, all eager to see the spectacle unfold. Ansel, however, on stage, his gaze sharpened slightly.
"Wanwan, where did you get this dagger?"
"I bought it," Ning Wanwan said truthfully.
Ansel: "That's impossible!"
According to his plan, Ning Wanwan would definitely not be able to exchange for this dagger.
Unless... someone else gives her unexpected leverage.
Ansel seemed to realize something, and his face darkened. Ning Wanwan had never seen Ansel look so unpleasant.
Even the bright and dazzling colors of his outfit seemed to have become much more somber.
"I never expected that guy could actually..."
Ning Wanwan vaguely heard Ansel muttering this, almost through gritted teeth.
She couldn't quite understand what Ansel was saying.
She said she bought the dagger, and that's true. She obtained it by opening the red and blue boxes.
She didn't choose the blue key that led her to the royal city; instead, she chose the red one.
Ning Wanwan couldn't help but feel disappointed as she took the dagger out of the box. Could a dagger that looked utterly ordinary, without even a sheath, really bring "destruction and resolution" to this absurd drama?
You can't say that she took a dagger and slit her own throat, and that was the end of it, can you?
Despite her deep doubts and even considering not participating in the competition at all, since she had no chance of winning no matter what... anyway, Ansel had said he would definitely take her to the royal city... but Ning Wanwan still came.
I can't explain why, maybe I want to know the truth, or maybe I want to give myself an explanation.
It wasn't until she stood on the stage, facing Ansel, that Ning Wanwan finally understood why she had chosen to come here.
She was angry.
Perhaps she doesn't understand anything yet, perhaps she is powerless to resist as an ordinary person...
However, she wasn't stupid.
This intense emotion made it impossible for her to ignore, so she vaguely decided to go to the royal city or leave with Ansel.
“Ansel,” Ning Wanwan stared directly at him, “Have you been lying to me?”
Ansel paused slightly, a look of confusion on his face: "What do you mean by deceiving Wanwan?"
His performance was flawless.
Ning Wanwan's gaze remained fixed on her. She spoke slowly, as if she had carefully considered each word before uttering it.
"For example... was all of this arranged by you?"
The girl's voice was very soft, but to Ansel, it sounded like a heavy thud.
Ansel's face lost all expression, his purple eyes dark as night. After a long while, he seemed to come to his senses and put on a nonchalant smile.
"Oh no, we've been found out."
Ning Wanwan took a few deep breaths. Although she had already guessed it, she still felt dizzy when she actually received the other party's confirmation.
Having been together for so long, she truly trusted him very, very much...
She was a little unsteady, and Ansel took an almost invisible step forward. Only after seeing that she had regained her balance did he withdraw his foot and put on a smile again.
Of course, Ning Wanwan wouldn't notice any of this, and even if she did, she wouldn't think it would make any difference.
Ansel was well aware of this as well.
Ning Wanwan may seem gentle and good-tempered, but she is actually incredibly stubborn.
"Is Wanwan blaming me now?" Ansel asked suddenly after a moment of silence.
Ning Wanwan thought for a moment, nodded, then shook her head: "I will forgive you."
Then, she gripped the dagger tightly in her hand; the weapon gave her a renewed sense of courage. She raised her hand, assumed an offensive stance, and engaged Ansel in direct combat.
The audience gasped in surprise, as if they hadn't expected Ning Wanwan to actually dare to do it.
But Ning Wanwan had completely isolated herself from all of that; she had only one thought in her mind.
Ansel dodged without attacking, and his "strongest weapon" was knocked to the ground by Ning Wanwan, leaving it empty.
Without the strongest weapon, you have nothing.
As expected, Ning Wanwan thought to herself.
It was all just a facade. It was all lies to deceive her.
What exactly does Ansel hope to gain by going to such lengths to set up such a scam? What are his hidden motives?
After thinking about this, Ning Wanwan no longer wanted to know.
"Wanwan..." Ansel called softly, his movements somewhat awkward as he dodged.
"Your Majesty! No, this fight cannot continue..." Jeremy, sitting in the audience, realized something was wrong.
The dagger in Ning Wanwan's hand looked ordinary, but it seemed to have a natural restraining effect on him. Ning Wanwan knew that Ansil wanted to go easy on her, but his state wasn't solely due to her.
Ning Wanwan, who is always soft-hearted, did not respond to Ansel's gentle call.
Until with a soft thud, the dagger pierced his chest.
A force that restrained him locked him in place with the dagger.
Ansel's vision went black, and before he fell into a coma, he finally heard Ning Wanwan speak a single sentence.
"I forgive you."
Although she said this, her expression was indifferent.
...
Ning Wanwan felt something cracking and breaking at that moment.
The illusion that had imprisoned her for so long finally collapsed completely.
After a series of shocks, Ning Wanwan struggled to sit up from the ground, coughed a few times, and looked at the dark passage in front of her that was both strange and familiar, feeling as if she had been transported to another world.
This can be considered as passing a test.
She had to keep going. She hoped she wouldn't encounter any more challenges.
I really have no strength left.
Perhaps fate heard her prayers, for after walking for an unknown amount of time, she discovered a glimmer of light ahead.
Ning Wanwan felt a surge of joy and quickened her pace, but suddenly heard a scream.
She paused, then slowly and quietly approached.
Then, a beautiful ice wall suddenly appeared before my eyes, a sight that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
Behind the crystal-clear ice wall lies a scene that can only be described as hell on earth.
There were so many, so many corpses.
A person stood in the middle, tall and thin, his face obscured, with long, snow-white hair hanging down.
With a flick of his hand, someone could die, as easily as chopping melons and cutting vegetables.
Some people survived, dressed in black, and scattered in all directions, desperately trying to fight back, but were mercilessly suppressed by the silver-haired man, and could only meet their end in death.
A head rolled to Ning Wanwan's feet, and Ning Wanwan finally snapped out of her daze. Her legs went weak, and she hid behind the ice wall and started gagging.
It's too bloody...too horrible...
Fortunately, her experience in the illusion tempered her will to some extent, otherwise she might have fainted by now.
Those who weren't there can't imagine the terror of human life being as insignificant as an ant's.
Suddenly, Ning Wanwan realized something after she came to her senses.
Is it...too quiet?
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