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In the year 2122 CE, it was already the eighth year since the Imperial Marshal had come on earth.

He had finally found the child who, on that day on the mountainside, had been infected by his blood.

Originally, it should have been the woman who cut him with the ring she wore, yet for reasons unknown, the energy contained in his blood had instead been absorbed by the child in the woman’s womb.

This was the only human who had absorbed the energy of the K93 Star System and still managed to survive.

He brought her back to the medical bay with a researcher’s mindset.

The little girl was very small, her entire body soaked through by rain, and a pair of dark, glossy eyes watched him with a mixture of vigilance and curiosity.

She was a little girl with delicate features and an unusual calmness that set her apart from ordinary children.

Still, she was ultimately a child, and although she maintained a composed expression on the surface, her small fists at her sides were clenched tightly.

“Lie down.” He said, pointing at the cold operating table.

The little girl stared at him for a long time, and in the end obediently lay down on it.

He put on sterile gloves and began to draw her blood, collect hair samples, and then carried out a series of electrocardiogram and electroencephalogram tests.

Throughout the entire process, the little girl was very cooperative and very quiet, and even when the needle pierced into her vein, she showed not the slightest resistance.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” He asked.

She shook her head.

This bit of pain was nothing.

“Come over and eat.” He said indifferently as he took off his gloves.

The little girl jumped down from the table, looked at his back, and after a brief daze, spoke up, “My clothes are wet, do you have anything to change into?”

Of course not… anything suitable for you to wear.

He picked up one of his own pajamas, tossed it to her, and pointed toward the washroom.

The little girl hugged the clothes and went into the washroom, and about the time it took to burn two sticks of incense later, she came back out.

Her hair was dripping wet, her whole body exuding a faint chill, and the oversized pajamas hung loosely on her thin frame, so long that they almost reached the floor.

He glanced at her and frowned. “You didn’t use hot water?”

The little girl widened her eyes in surprise. “Th-There’s hot water?”

There was hot water, but the Imperial Marshal was accustomed to cold showers, so he had turned off the hot water function.

It was his oversight.

He had never raised a child, nor been close to anyone, and had forgotten that the people here did not share the same constitution as those of the K93 star system.

But this child was strange as well; didn’t she know how to ask for it?

How had she lived these past few years?

Was it really fine for her to bathe in cold water?

Dinner was a bland steak, provided by the medical bay itself.

The chair at the dining table was very high, and the little girl struggled for a long time without managing to climb onto it, instead working herself into a fresh sheen of sweat.

Even so, he did not hear her ask him for help.

In the end, it was he who lifted her up and set her onto the chair.

She clumsily gripped the knife and fork, yet ate with great relish.

His movements were unhurried and composed, carrying a kind of old aristocratic elegance.

Then he noticed that the little girl was imitating him, straightening her small back and following every motion with rigid seriousness, even copying the habitual little gesture he made of folding the napkin when wiping his mouth.

The examination results came out the next day.

The concentration of K93 Star System energy in her blood was excessively high, and by all logic, she should not have been this calm.

He had seen others infected by his blood before, and they either died or lived in a state worse than death.

“Don’t you feel unwell?” He asked.

“Hm?” The little girl was holding a cup and gulping down water, and upon hearing him, she lifted her head and looked at him in confusion. “Unwell?”

He said, “Physical discomfort? Severe pain, burning in the chest, heat in the lungs, like ten thousand ants gnawing at your body.”

These were sensations he had asked about from the few rare survivors, and each person’s experience had been different.

“Mm…” She thought about it very seriously, then shook her head.

Forget it.

She had been infected while still in her mother’s womb, and from the moment she was born she had been constantly subjected to those terrifying torments; she had never experienced a single day of a normal person’s life, and to her, perhaps “discomfort” was what counted as normal.

Three days later, he went out on an errand, and when he returned, there were still faint traces of an opponent’s blood still lingering on him.

This made her lose control.

……

When she woke up, she did not remember the destruction she had caused, only that her water cup was missing.

She probably understood something as well, because the first thing she said when she saw him was, “I’m not a little monster.”

A month later, he brought her back to the organization.

Over these past few years, in order to better adapt to life here, he had joined an organization called Kunpeng and become one of its assassins.

“Do you still remember what you’re supposed to call me?” He asked her.

She nodded and said obediently, “Godfather.”

“How old are you, Godfather?” She asked him.

He looked toward the pitch-black corridor that resembled the gaping mouth of an abyss and said indifferently, “Sixteen.”

Converted into Earth years, it was roughly that number.

……

Gu Jiao displayed astonishing talent within the organization.

At the age of thirteen, she was given her own code name——Shadow.

This meant that she had finally become a full-fledged member of the organization.

She was no longer the eight-year-old little girl who knew nothing; she already understood that she was different from ordinary people, that there seemed to be some strange and violent factors within her body that would cause her to lose control at the sight of blood, something incurable that could only be restrained.

At fifteen, she received her first mission——to recover stolen intelligence.

There were eight targets in total, all heavily armed.

She wore a white, knee-length dress, her waist slender, her jet-black long hair glossy as it fell smoothly down her back.

She had a clean, youthful face, carrying the purest liveliness of a young girl.

She stood by the roadside with her hands clasped behind her back, occasionally glancing at passing vehicles, and that pitiful, delicate appearance was enough to stir any man’s instinct to protect.

Sure enough, a small truck loaded with goods stopped beside her.

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References

1. — A legendary creature from ancient Chinese philosophy and mythology, symbolizing extreme transformation, freedom, and boundless ambition. Described as an enormous fish called Kun (鲲) that lives in the northern seas and is so vast that no one knows its true size, and which then transforms into a colossal bird called Peng (鹏) whose wings stretch like clouds across the sky and which can fly tens of thousands of li in a single journey.

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Summary:

Xuan Zhi transmigrated into a world where the cultivation of “Supernatural Talismans” was a central practice. In this world, Talisman Masters could use talismans to summon gods, exorcise ghosts, command demons, and control the five elements, making this profession universally acknowledged as the No.1 most promising career in the cultivation world.

When she arrived, she was dressed in red bridal clothes, sitting in a bridal carriage, holding her ancestral “Celestial Talisman,” and preparing to form a marriage alliance with the Yun Clan of Eastern Zhou.

According to the original plot, after marrying into the Yun family, she would be restrained and effectively placed under house arrest in the name of the “three obediences and four virtues,” her husband would change from the Second Young Master Yun on the marriage contract to the abusive Third Young Master Yun, and she would eventually be tormented to death.

Meanwhile, the Yun family would seize her “Celestial Talisman,” summon wind and rain with it, and leap to become the number one great clan in Eastern Zhou.

Xuan Zhi: “Wouldn’t it be better for me to summon gods myself? Why should I give good things to others?”

***

Xuan Zhi: “Great Sage, I’ve been your fan since I was little!”

The “Celestial Talisman” rumbled, releasing a swirling cloud that carried her one hundred and eight thousand li before she plummeted headfirst straight into the main villain's bath.

Xuan Zhi: “I beseech True Lord Erlang to save my life!!”

The next moment, a dog paw suddenly struck her face, barking fiercely as it tore apart every malevolent spirit and sinister creature that surrounded her.

Xuan Zhi: “I may not be able to summon the great gods themselves, but I can summon their little pets and treasures.” (Forced smile.jpg)

Other characters in the book: “Just what kind of gods is she summoning?!!”

Xuan Zhi: “Sorry, my mythology runs on different lore.”

***

One day, Xuan Zhi finally summoned a god everyone recognized.

The Northern Abyss Ghost Emperor emerged amid countless evil spirit followers, clad in a black flame-edged robe with dancing sashes, his dark red eyes radiating a commanding, kingly aura, so imposing it seemed he was a different person from the one chased and bitten by a dog naked that day.

He held a divorce letter in his hand and sneered. “Part ways amicably, and live our own lives in peace?”

His sinister gaze locked onto Xuan Zhi. She snatched the letter, tore it to pieces, then shyly threw herself into his arms and squeezed out tears. “Boohoo, you devil, why did you come so late? Look, they all bullied me!”

Shentu Tao: “……”

Everyone she pointed at backed away in panic. “Good heavens, who is bullying who?!”

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Summary:

In the suspenseful supernatural novel “Records of Mortals,” Jiang Baiyan, once a solitary and impoverished youth, finds refuge in the Shi family of Chang’an due to his extraordinary bloodline. With his clear and captivating peach blossom eyes, this seemingly innocent young man conceals a fanatical and malevolent lunatic within. Destined to succumb to darkness amidst hardship and degradation, he becomes a harbinger of chaos.

When Shi Dai suddenly transmigrates, she takes on the role of the Shi family’s young lady, the one who subjects him to countless trials, eventually leading to her demise.

The twist? She never got to finish reading the novel.

From what she knew of the plot, Jiang Baiyan was just a silent, timid, and often bullied pitiable character.

***

Jiang Baiyan had never encountered someone like Shi Dai.

After he had slaughtered all the evil creatures in the garden, the blood-stained young man, exuding a murderous aura, approached her step by step, his lips curling into a malicious smile, "Scared?"

Shi Dai responded, “You’re really amazing! I applaud you until I spin like a spiral and fly around the moon three hundred times! And also——you have dimples when you smile!"

Jiang Baiyan: ...?

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After seeing her at a lantern festival with another man, Jiang Baiyan lowered his eyes, his fingers twirling her hair. He said in a mocking and sinister tone, "The mansion in the western suburbs...if I hide you there, no one will find you, right?"

Shi Dai replied, "Does it come with meals and lodging? Can I sleep in everyday? Oh, and your cooking is the best!"

Jiang Baiyan: ...?

—

Jiang Baiyan was supposed to dislike her, even hate her, but as their separation drew near, his eyes turned red and he grabbed her sleeve, pleading, "Don't abandon me, alri—”

Shi Dai responded, "Alright, alright, I’ll only have you. Mwah."

Jiang Baiyan: ...?

He hasn't finished his lines yet though…