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Ling Mo hadn’t even processed what was happening when a figure darted past the Shamate behind him, plunging his vision into darkness.

Someone had covered his eyes with their hand.

With his sight blocked, his other senses sharpened, and a sweet scent wafted to Ling Mo’s nose—it was a fragrance he was very familiar with.

Xinyan.

“Mo Mo, not suitable for children.” The gentle voice of the girl that followed made him completely relax.

Summer Xinyan covered Ling Mo’s eyes while glancing back.

That Shamate had been cleaved in half right down the middle by her, the two sides perfectly symmetrical, with the weight difference unlikely to exceed a kilogram.

Thus, once the force of inertia vanished, the area where the Shamate had been became incredibly bloody.

Although Ling Mo would eventually encounter such scenes, now was definitely not the time for him to experience his first one, nor should Xinyan be the one to do it.

At least at this stage, she shouldn’t let him see anything that could tarnish her image in his heart.

—That was all she was worried about.

When it came to killing, whether in the game or reality, she had long become accustomed to it. In her previous life, once the game reached its later stages, reality was hardly any safer than the game, perhaps even less safe than the Safe Zone—because dying in reality meant real death, with no chance to respawn.

In such an environment, the players at the forefront faced the most dangerous situations. After all, power breeds desire, and sometimes humanity’s greatest enemy is humanity itself.

So, killing for the first time in reality didn’t bring any hesitation to Summer Xinyan.

She didn’t even bother to deal with the aftermath; even if the police discovered the scene, there was no way they could trace the murderer before the Cataclysm arrived.

Thus, Summer Xinyan quickly lost interest in that… those two halves of the corpse, and pulled Ling Mo up with her other hand, her right hand still shielding his eyes: “Let’s go home.”

The illusion placed here shattered once the Shamate was dead, and Summer Xinyan led Ling Mo away from the narrow alley without obstruction, heading home.

Of course, before leaving the alley, she returned to her normal appearance.

She also removed her hand from covering Ling Mo’s eyes.

And she opened an umbrella for him: “Did I scare you?”

Ling Mo’s expression was rather flat at the moment: “No.”

—To be honest, he was scared.

Even with a strong heart and rapid growth, he was still a college student who had just entered… well, okay, still not entered society—though society isn’t deeply linked to the upcoming Cataclysm, in terms of experience, college students are still somewhat lacking.

Ling Mo hadn’t yet grown into that seasoned veteran from the late game of his previous life, and even in reality, he hadn’t acquired any abilities. Even though he was already aware of this aspect and had begun to actively investigate, the experience of having an ability user personally come looking for you was completely different.

Facing an opponent with absolute advantage, it would be a lie to say he wasn’t nervous.

However, being nervous was one thing; he also understood he had to face it and do everything possible to find a way out.

He knew this was reality; if he was even slightly careless, he might have to restart.

So, once that Shamate appeared, he immediately sent Xinyan his location.

Not that he hoped Xinyan would come to save him—after all, Xinyan probably hadn’t acquired her abilities yet. Originally, he planned for Xinyan to call the police, putting pressure on the Shamate through them while he delayed time.

But reality is always so unexpected.

When his vision fell into darkness, he didn’t pry Xinyan’s hand away to see anything; if Xinyan didn’t want him to look, he would obediently listen to her and not peek.

But that last scene, with blood spraying from the Shamate…

It wasn’t hard to guess—Xinyan’s tail.

The outcome thereafter was also easy to predict.

What surprised Ling Mo was just this matter: “Xinyan, did you… get abilities?”

“Yeah.” Summer Xinyan nodded.

It could no longer be hidden, so she simply told him directly.

Ling Mo’s call had never been disconnected, so she had naturally picked up on the abnormality in it. Thus, upon seeing the location he sent, she rushed over here immediately.

The area near the narrow alley was enveloped in the Shamate’s illusion; those of average strength might not notice anything amiss. However, as a succubus, her heightened perception and mental power were naturally effective against such things, and she effortlessly cracked the illusion and entered the narrow alley, leading to the subsequent events that Ling Mo was already aware of.

Ling Mo fell silent for a moment before continuing to ask, “Will it cause you trouble?”

As expected, the Shamate was likely dead.

He didn’t know if he counted as cold-blooded, but he really couldn’t feel any sympathy for someone who almost killed him—though, in truth, he had just beaten the guy up; it’s just that the guy couldn’t fight back.

Perhaps the slaughter in the game was gradually influencing his real-world thoughts; now that he realized Summer Xinyan killed someone, his first reaction wasn’t that Xinyan committed a crime but whether he would get her into trouble.

She only acted because of him.

He didn’t want to see such a situation.

“Not at all,” Summer Xinyan shook her head, “The Summer Family’s power can handle this small matter.”

—Of course, in peaceful times, killing wouldn’t be considered a small matter, but now times had already begun to change. At this stage, killing… really doesn’t count as a major issue.

Moreover, she wasn’t killing some ordinary person, especially those involved in this field; a death or two wouldn’t make much of an impact.

Looking beyond the surface, Ling Mo being sought out this time… was indeed quite interesting.

Upon returning home with Ling Mo, they happened to encounter Summer Jincang, who was preparing to knock on their door.

Noticing the two of them return, Summer Jincang’s gaze lingered on Ling Mo for a moment before shifting to Summer Xinyan, his smile bright: “Sister went out to play? I just brought you a cup of milk tea, your favorite flavor!”

Summer Xinyan stared at him for two seconds before suddenly saying, “Brother, help me out.”

Summer Jincang paused.

His sister was actually asking for his help?!

Sure enough, that guy with the surname Ling was unreliable! Otherwise, why would his sister come to him for help?!

Is she starting to see that guy’s useless nature?!

Is she about to abandon him?!

Thinking of this, Summer Jincang immediately became energized: “Alright, sister! No problem! What can I help you with? Brother will do his best!”

“I killed someone, help me clean up the mess.”

“… Huh?”