Chapter 3: Whoever’s clothes you wear, you become their system.
The moment his fingertips tightly grasped the tattered piece of the dress! [Ding—!] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice exploded without […]
The moment his fingertips tightly grasped the tattered piece of the dress! [Ding—!] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice exploded without […]
At that time, he didn’t pay much attention to those words. After all, the phrase “no path to immortality” was
Honestly, Bai Ci felt like a mummy. Her body was wrapped tightly in thick bandages, leaving only her face exposed.
Something grabbed her, and her body surged with heat, as if magma, not blood, flowed through her veins. “Don’t… die!”
“Lu Mingfei, Bai Ci, evacuate now! Evacuate! Twenty seconds left!” Norma’s voice blared through the earpiece. Lu Mingfei frantically squeezed
Bai Ci didn’t like snakes much, and she liked these snake-faced human statues even less—cold, slimy, dangerous, and venomous, always
February 13, 2010—Chinese New Year’s Eve. In past years, Bai Ci would spend this night holed up in an internet
Bai Ci sipped her cola, a towel draped over her head, watching the Student Union members train and Lu Mingfei
Bai Ci stared into the mirror, eyes wide, brows furrowed, teeth bared, trying hard to look fierce. She turned to
Knock, knock. A sound came from the door. Bai Ci frowned. She was almost asleep during her lunch break—who was