(Group Message) 【Ice丶Ares: @Fortress Lieutenant Communications Officer — That’s right. It’s faith.】
(Group Message) 【Letter-kun: Image 1, Image 2, Image 3】
(Group Message) 【shuobiao7800: Image 1, Image 2】
(Group Message) 【Halloween Queen: Are you guys done yet? If you want to post pics, do it in private. Shameless.】
(Group Message) 【Fortress Lieutenant Communications Officer: Not necessarily. Maybe it’s just idol worship.】
(Group Message) 【Ice丶Ares: People are all lamenting the unfairness of fate these days. That’s why things like gods were thrown away long ago.】
(Group Message) 【Lapis Lazuli: Gods and the heavens don’t owe anyone anything.】
(Group Message) 【Lapis Lazuli: Always getting screwed over by people.】
(Group Message) 【Letter-kun: Image 1, Image 2】
(Group Message) 【Letter-kun: Image 1】
…
(Group Message) 【Shenzhu: (April 7, 2016, Match 4, 12:10 PM)】
(Group Message) 【Member 1: Lifeless Tomb Corpse Princess】
(Group Message) 【Member 2: piapiapia】
(Group Message) 【Member 3: Uncle Black】
(Group Message) 【Member 4: Minato Umi】
…
The QQ group was still as lively as ever, not having lost any energy despite a few absences.
On closer inspection, the member count had risen from 81 two days ago to 142.
But among them, the losers of the 1000-meter race — “sinAmaterasu” and “LeftHandForFriendship” — were no longer there.
Even “ScreamingThroat,” the one she had encountered on her very first day in the group, had disappeared.
However, “Letter-kun,” known for spamming NSFW pics, clearly had found a new rival.
QQ groups allow browsing of chat history.
She scrolled back to April 5 and carefully combed through the messages until she found the time she was looking for.
(Group Message) 【User LeftHandForFriendship has been removed by admin Shenzhu.】
(Group Message) 【User sinAmaterasu has been removed by admin Shenzhu.】
(Group Message) 【Letter-kun: Image 1】
(Group Message) 【Ice丶Ares: Did I see that right? Amaterasu actually lost?】
(Group Message) 【Lapis Lazuli: How many people were in the last match?】
(Group Message) 【Ice丶Ares: Three. One of them was called BookletNa. Joined the group for only a minute before getting picked.】
(Group Message) 【Wind of Remembrance: LeftHand, Amaterasu, BookletNa — three people.】
(Group Message) 【Lapis Lazuli: No way. LeftHand’s combat ability is strong. And that Amaterasu guy is really cunning. How could they all lose?】
(Group Message) 【Halloween Queen: Probably red-vs-blue teams. Isn’t it obvious?】
(Group Message) 【Ice丶Ares: True. That newbie’s got some luck.】
…
The deaths of those two only stirred some mild regret and curiosity.
Beyond that, no one seemed particularly shaken.
In this group, everyone felt like just a name — a mark that could be erased at any moment.
Some were pencil marks, easily wiped away without anyone remembering they were ever there.
Others were carved with a knife — they could last a bit longer.
Lots of people were removed from the group each day.
By night, only 55 remained.
The next day, there was a big refill — the count rose back to 142.
The “Hamster Squad” QQ group regained its energy.
Some of the old members even started warmly welcoming new ones.
Everyone started chatting, from human geography to celebrity gossip to politics — no topic was off-limits.
But all of this was just a mask they wore to look normal on the surface.
After her journey through the dark side of this world, she could already sense it — you can’t survive here without a mask.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang again.
“SF Express! Open up! Anyone home? I’m from SF Express.”
That voice was a little chilling — especially to someone who had done something bad.
She didn’t open the door right away.
First, she double-checked the shipping record from two days ago.
After confirming everything was in order, she picked up her phone and waited silently.
The man outside rang the bell a few more times.
When no one answered, he fell silent.
But a delivery guy doesn’t just give up that easily — if he left today, he’d still have to come back tomorrow, making today’s trip pointless.
So he would probably call.
Sure enough, her phone rang.
After answering, she confirmed the person outside was indeed the delivery guy.
She fixed her appearance and slipped into “Ojou-sama mode” in just three seconds.
As the door opened, the delivery guy froze on the spot.
But he was clearly someone who had seen a few things.
He quickly regained his composure, though his gaze darted away, not daring to linger on the girl in front of him.
“Good day, sir. Please come in.”
She smiled again — the kind of smile that could melt glaciers.
The delivery guy couldn’t help but step forward into the house.
Oh shit! Damn! Kami-sama! So bright!
Is this the legendary competent Athena?
“N-No, it’s okay. Just a delivery…”
He suddenly snapped back to reality.
Judging by her appearance, this girl must already be spoken for.
Sigh — noble circles are such a mess.
“Sir, do you need a signature?”
She widened her eyes slightly, standing up straight — her presence pressing down like a mountain.
“Y-Yes. Please sign.”
She took the pen and gently signed the delivery slip.
The delivery guy swallowed hard, staring at her fair, lotus-like hand.
His eyes drifted to the girl’s chest—through the shirt, two raised points were clearly visible.
She wasn’t even wearing a bra.
Between the gaps in the buttons, he could faintly see the towering curves of her breasts.
Sweat began to form on his face and palms.
In his mind, a voice was screaming: Go! Go for it! What are you scared of?!
Even if you get ten years in prison, it’s worth it!
This would be the score of a lifetime!
His trembling hands slowly began to rise…
“All done. Thank you for your trouble.”
“N-No… not at all!” the delivery guy stammered, bolting as if fleeing for his life.
He even forgot to take his pen.
Not bothering with the elevator, he sprinted down the stairs.
It took ten minutes before his wildly pounding heart finally calmed.
Hua Ru.
So that’s her name?
He stared at the signature on the delivery slip.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and the signed slip flew out of his hand…
Of course, she couldn’t use her old name anymore—it would draw too much attention.
Like a woman named “Victory Man” (Shèngnán, which literally reads like “win + man”)—a name that sticks out like a sore thumb.
She looked at the massive delivery box.
It was labeled “Computer Parts”, but of course, there were no actual computer parts inside—just ordinary clothes.
At least, ordinary in her eyes.
How could she carry it inside?
It was too heavy for her to lift.
But after a moment’s thought, she realized she could push it—after all, the floor was polished to a mirror-like shine thanks to her obsessive-compulsive cleaning habits.
Opening it up, she saw all kinds of neatly packaged clothes inside.
The box weighed about 50 jin (25kg), and it contained outfits for every occasion—even a wedding dress.
In Andersen’s Fairy Tales and Grimm’s Fairy Tales, there were many stories that mentioned how different identities should speak and act.
From those stories, she had learned how to play roles.
These clothes weren’t just for daily use—they were props to support the identities she fabricated.
She was simply someone who didn’t want to die.
And if she didn’t want to die, she had to use any means necessary to survive.