Chapter 445 Urban Uprising

True love that moves in both directions might just be what constitutes a real romance, much like how Xia Xinyan has been guiding Ling Mo to learn and grow. Beyond the basic strength, there’s also the ability to manage a faction and lead effectively. By now, Ling Mo has made considerable progress in these areas.

But while others might not see it, Ling Mo knows very well that Xia Xinyan’s abilities are just as impressive as his own. In many serious matters, she actively lets him make decisions, only stepping in to correct him when he makes poor choices. More often than not, Xia Xinyan behaves like a background character, easily overshadowed by the brilliance she’s hiding.

Perhaps this is what people mean when they say behind every successful man stands an unseen woman… or maybe “silent support” is a better phrase.

However, Ling Mo doesn’t want Xia Xinyan to merely be someone who dedicates herself quietly behind him. She is his girlfriend and will become his wife in the future. Leaving aside other factors, they should be a whole, not merely have Xia Xinyan completing him.

Thus, he hopes she will also get involved and showcase her own brilliance.

This is Ling Mo’s pursuit of Xia Xinyan.

He has never underestimated her; it’s precisely because she will be the closest person to him from now on that he appreciates Xia Xinyan’s abilities even more.

Xia Xinyan herself seems to overlook this.

She hasn’t really thought too much about herself. No matter the riches or glory, she got tired of it all in her past life—even if Monica said it was a false memory, it’s still an experience she values, one she treats as real.

So, in this life, she’s focused more on how to live well, perhaps even finding a more peaceful life preferable. Moreover, the true savior should be Ling Mo, not her, so her task is simply to nurture him. As for how much credit or fame she could attain, she genuinely doesn’t care much.

But she hasn’t considered how much Ling Mo values it.

Nevertheless, since Ling Mo has brought it up, she won’t decline. It often just takes a bit of clarity in communication.

Yet, when Ling Mo mentioned they should be a whole, Xia Xinyan couldn’t help but feel a touch of warmth.

That’s the feeling of having someone by your side.

It’s a feeling completely different from her last life.

While the two were being sweet, the situation in the city had undergone significant changes.

When chaos spread throughout the city, the effect of that woman’s appearance exceeded Ling Mo and Xia Xinyan’s expectations—

The entire city plunged into a riot.

In fact, once the disorder spread citywide, it escalated quickly. Those demons didn’t even consider the authenticity of that order, fully embedding it in their minds during a continuous spree of killing—either kill other similar beings or be killed.

As for the escape option… those who had thought of that likely fled at the first chance. What remained were either bloodthirsty or too dim-witted to think of escaping.

And in the midst of this life-or-death slaughter, the woman appeared.

That guy Cheng Ming had also issued another order—if they wanted to stop the endless killing command, they needed to challenge that woman directly. Defeating her would lift this bloody mandate.

So, facing the same violence and desperate struggle, why not attack this woman? If they could defeat her directly, they could escape this unending order—at this moment, the demons’ thoughts strangely aligned.

Then, the riot fully erupted.

The woman couldn’t even find a demon to ascertain the situation; those who saw her either ran away or, filled with bloodlust, attacked her immediately. After all, they had witnessed her indiscriminate slaughter of her kind and even executions in plain sight, so who knew if she would attack them for fun? Better to strike first to avoid death.

The woman’s response was simple; she hadn’t considered too many situations. To her, it was as if all these demons had revolted, so her logic dictated she should just kill off all these rebellious fools, and the problem would be solved.

However, her brutal entrance spread panic, causing uninformed demons to believe she sought to eliminate all demons. To save themselves, they had to unite in resistance, and as more demons joined forces, even the woman, no matter how strong, began to find the battle increasingly challenging.

Ling Mo and Xia Xinyan noticed this situation, and just before they took action, Monica, appearing from who-knows-where after wandering around, showed up before them: “You two are causing quite the ruckus; people can hear you from far away.”

On the rooftop, Ling Mo looked around and his gaze landed on Monica: “Did you finish your mood check?”

“About that,” Monica nodded. “I suddenly realized these demons are pretty interesting. Too bad I didn’t get enough time to study them before you two messed things up.”

“You still plan to study them?” Xia Xinyan asked curiously. “Haven’t you already grasped the demons’ evolution situation?”

“No, I’m interested in that woman,” Monica shook her head. “Here, using terms you can grasp, this demon stronghold seems to be different from the demon castle in the last city; it appears to exist as an entwined form centered around that woman—meaning, that woman is the demon stronghold here.”

The so-called demon stronghold essentially serves as a central point of entanglement—think of it this way, the demon castle from the last city was the central area where all the demons gathered. The closer a demon was to it, the higher their evolution level. In this city, the woman is the same; she is the center of this entanglement, thus resembling a human closely and possessing a nearly human-like intellect—though her knowledge and cognition have yet to catch up to humanity.

“This is an excellent research subject,” Monica concluded. “You all don’t plan to let that woman die, right?”

Xia Xinyan: “…You only care about research, don’t you?”

“Isn’t there no other way?” Monica shrugged. “Besides research, I don’t have much else to help you with; you can just think of me as an informant, right?”

“We don’t plan to let that woman die,” Ling Mo, well accustomed to her personality, casually asked, “By the way, did you see a man when you came here—a human wearing a mask?”

“Yep.”

“Where?”

“Some are on the street, some in the sewers, and some on the feet of that monster fish.”

“……”