The cause was that after being discharged from the hospital, Gu Yu, feeling empty and bored, decided to pick up her old skills from her previous life.
In her previous life, Gu Yu's main profession was a programmer, but she had a hobby: making figurines.
The sense of accomplishment from carving her waifu, a two-dimensional character, out of chaotic clay, piece by piece, was unparalleled.
After buying a large amount of materials online, Gu Yu began her grand project of making figurines.
Skeleton, shaping, carving details… and finally, coloring.
She poured all her effort into meticulously sculpting the figure in her mind from nothing.
During this process, the sense of panic she had felt from transmigrating to an unfamiliar world, with her life constantly in danger, slowly dissipated.
It was finished.
In an instant, Gu Yu felt a large chunk of her energy drained again, her body swaying, almost collapsing to the ground.
The skill that was so effortless in her previous life was, for some reason, incredibly taxing to use in this world.
Gu Yu even experienced falling asleep while working.
But thankfully, the quality of the finished product was satisfying.
Moonlit white frost, black gauze covering the eyes, cold yet soft and melancholic.
The white-haired beauty, both aloof and mad, stood with a sword on the surface of a lake, as if the next second she would leap up, shatter the black gauze under the moonlight, and shout those words in a frenzied voice—
“Let this moonlight… illuminate all rivers!”
Jing Liu.
Once the Sword Champion of the Luofu, the creator of the Cloud Rider Army's undefeated reputation.
Now a traitor of the Luofu, hovering on the edge of the Magic Yin Body, a wandering swordmaster who only seeks to cut down the stars in the sky.
Known in the martial world as—
Divine Mirror Ice!
“Oh, she’s so beautiful~”
Gu Yu rested her chin on her hand, immersed in Jing Liu's peerless beauty.
Although she possessed excellent figurine-making skills, Gu Yu hadn't earned much money from them.
The reason was that she cherished her works too much, always reluctant to exchange them for vulgar money.
In the depths of her being, she felt a strong pull emanating from the Jing Liu figurine before her.
As if by a ghost's prompting, she reached out and touched the hand that held the sword.
The touch was bone-chillingly cold, like ancient ice penetrating her skin and spreading through all her limbs and bones.
But contrary to the external cold, Gu Yu felt her heart burning like oil in a fierce fire, making her restless and agitated, a frenzied sensation rushing up her spine to her head.
Then her perspective shifted upwards, like a player sitting in front of a computer, seeing another “self” from a third-person view.
White hair like moonlight reflected on ice crystals, black silk covering her eyes, as beautiful as moonlight, as cold and desirable as solid ice.
Oh~ she’s so beautiful~
Ah, no, my waifu is possessing me!
I've become Jing Liu!
Click!
The power suddenly went out in the room, plunging it into complete darkness.
Even though she couldn't see, Jing Liu's inner eye immediately detected the malicious figure behind the door.
Huihong Manufacturing, on the surface, was just a small, micro-enterprise with only a few dozen people.
Behind the scenes, it was a gray organization centered around ability users, willing to do anything for money.
“All things in the world have value, and all can be bought and sold.”
This was their company culture.
Currently, Huihong Manufacturing had received a large order worth half a year's revenue for the company.
Killing.
Killing a frail young girl who had just been discharged from the hospital not long ago.
Initially, the boss, Shen Yi, was very cautious; he sent people to thoroughly investigate the prey's social connections, bloodline, and origins.
Parents died young, orphan.
Everyone she knew was an ordinary person, with no powerful backing.
Lives alone, easy to target.
Had not yet awakened any abilities or entered the realm of magic, weak.
Such a fat sheep was like a pie falling from the sky.
Could there be a trap hidden within?
Shen Yi looked at the ten million deposit on the card and the precious materials delivered to his private vault, gritted his teeth, and went for it!
Maybe she just offended some important big shot?
In these tough economic times, business was slow, with half a year passing without a single deal; he had a family and children to support, debts to repay, and money was needed everywhere.
If he missed this order, he didn't know if he would ever get another chance.
Huihong Manufacturing had only three ability users.
Besides the boss, Shen Yi, who was a low-level magician, there were two executives: Wang Yue, who could achieve optical invisibility, and Zhang Lixin, who possessed telepathy.
Assassination, frontal assault, and support—the combination of these three complementary abilities allowed them to retreat safely even when facing a slightly stronger enemy.
Although assassinating a frail young girl only required a well-trained ordinary adult, to show the importance of this mission, Huihong Manufacturing dispatched two ability users, excluding the boss.
Wang Yue, with optical invisibility, activated his ability first and silently arrived at Gu Yu's doorstep.
Through the crack in the door, he could still see light emanating from inside, indicating that the prey had not yet gone to sleep.
Wang Yue skillfully cut off the power, and the world behind the door crack instantly plunged into darkness.
Normally, with a sudden power outage, the person inside would come out to check the situation, at which point he would only need to shoot a poison-tipped needle into the prey's body.
In the darkness, he would stand nearby, quietly enjoying the sight of the prey dying in agony.
But this time, something seemed to have gone wrong?
Wang Yue listened intently and found it completely silent inside.
Zhang Lixin, who possessed telepathy, stood on the roof of the opposite building, observing Wang Yue through binoculars.
Noticing her teammate's abnormality, she became alert and contacted Wang Yue with her ability: “What's wrong?”
“Nothing, there was no reaction inside after I cut the power. Can you see inside the room from your end?”
“No, all the curtains are drawn,” she replied, shaking her head.
“She must have already fallen asleep but forgot to turn off the light.”
Wang Yue found a plausible explanation himself: “Wasn't Little Yue like that during her college entrance exam period? She'd fall asleep while doing homework.”
They were a husband-and-wife team, and their child had even gone to another city for college.
Unfortunately, having children of their own didn't necessarily mean they would show mercy to other people's children.
Wang Yue immediately decided to pick the lock.
He took out a wire, inserted it into the keyhole, turned it a few times, and heard a crisp click.
The lock was picked.
But it wouldn't open; it was deadbolted from the inside.
“The little girl is quite vigilant,” Wang Yue chuckled, but in his heart, he vowed not to let the prey die too easily.
He would torment her severely before letting her die in pain.
It was a shame his wife was nearby this time, otherwise, he would have liked to taste the flavor of a JK (schoolgirl).
“Hurry up, things might change if we delay,” Zhang Lixin urged through telepathy.
“I know, I know, don't rush me.”
Wang Yue changed his approach, climbing to the prey's balcony through the hallway window, then sneaking into the room.
This time, the balcony wasn't locked.
“You wretched girl, blame your bad luck.”
Activating his invisibility while cosplaying as Spider-Man and climbing at high altitudes had exhausted Wang Yue.
His expression was distorted as he pressed his hand against the balcony window, feeling a chill flow from his palm throughout his body, yet his body was heating up from the inside out.
“What's going on? Why is it suddenly so hot?”
Wang Yue tried to pull open his collar to get some air, but found his limbs becoming stiff and numb.
Thick white frost, like a living thing, spread from his arm across his entire body.
Wang Yue tried to cry for help, but found his tongue and vocal cords completely frozen, unable to make any sound.
The last bit of frost covered his eyes, and his consciousness completely solidified.
He was dead.
“What's wrong? Why did he suddenly stop moving?”
“Brother Yue?”
Zhang Lixin sensed something was wrong and continuously sent telepathic messages, but received no response.
Only deathly silence came from the other side.
Creak…
The balcony door was pushed open, and Wang Yue, like a snowman made of foam, scattered everywhere with a gentle push.
The white-haired swordmaster, with black silk covering her eyes, looked at the full moon hanging in the night sky, and her clear, suppressed voice slowly said:
“Noisy.”
