Ning Die was curled up amidst the branches of an ancient tree broad enough to require three people to encircle it. Her delicate back was pressed tightly against the rough bark, the cool sensation helping her regain some composure. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, and her hands tightly gripped a staff inlaid with tiny, rhythmic runes. Her fair, tender hands trembled violently, her knuckles turning white from the strain. Yet, on that clean face, a sliver of stubborn determination remained.
Her father had told her that as the daughter of the Dominator, she could not easily show weakness.
She leaned against the trunk, slowly recovering her mana. The pale gold power flowing from her fingertips was like a small stream, gradually merging into the depleted dark mana circuits. Relying on the life-saving magic her father had personally taught her, she had barely managed to evade several pursuits. However, this time, her luck had clearly run out.
“It’s not that person, and it couldn’t be that person either.”
A Level 49 Limit Mage looked up at Ning Die on the tree branch, a sneer escaping his nose. He wore tattered black robes, his bare arms covered in blood-red incantations. Sensing the mana fluctuations from Ning Die, which were as weak as a firefly, he shook his head.
“An aura like this is as soft as a boneless rabbit. She doesn’t look like someone who has killed many people. She’s just a soft target we can crush at will.”
“Let’s finish this quickly. Deal with her, then get back to settling scores with that brat.”
Another short, stout mage rubbed his hands together, a ball of dancing flames condensing in his palm. His eyes were full of impatience.
“Wait.”
A mage with a goatee suddenly raised his hand to stop them, a hint of sinister calculation flashing in his eyes. “Why don’t we make a bigger scene to lure that brat here? Since she killed so many of our comrades, she must be nearby. As long as she dares to show up, the eleven of us can join forces. Even if she’s a genius, we’ll grind her bones to ash!”
“Great idea!”
The werewolf, Gluttonous Fang, suddenly raised his head. Bloodthirsty light flickered in his amber beastial pupils as his sharp claws carved three deep grooves into the ground. “Killing that brat won’t just be revenge; we can also snatch the spoils off her body — since she killed so many mid-tier mages, she must be hiding plenty of mana potions and high-tier items!”
“Hehehe…”
A mage covered in festering sores stuck out his tongue and licked the pus from the corner of his mouth. A perverted light flashed in his eyes, and a foul stench spread with his breath. “Killing those simulated people from the parallel worlds doesn’t feel as good as killing a real little beauty. Especially one this delicate and tender — I bet she’ll sound wonderful when she cries.”
“That’s right, that’s right. I love the sound of children trembling in fear the most. It’s more melodious than any magical chant.”
The black-robed mage chimed in, a ray of pitch-black dark magic already condensing in his hand.
“Let us begin.”
The eleven Red Name Mages slowly closed in, forming an airtight encirclement. Their murderous intent was like a tangible black cloud, pressing down on Ning Die with overwhelming force, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
Looking at these hideous villains — some with protruding fangs, some with ulcerated skin, and some with sinister gazes — the stubborn determination on Ning Die’s face was finally overtaken by cowardice.
At the end of the day, she was only an 11-year-old child. Let alone killing people, she hadn’t even dared to kill a chicken. She had been perfectly protected by her father and attendants, possessing no real experience in a life-and-death struggle. She did have high-tier life-saving items her father had given her, but her fingers hesitated as they gripped the item bag.
‘I can technically be resurrected. It would be such a waste to use it now…’
‘But… I really don’t want to experience death…’
Her father had said that the system only blocked perception, but the real sensation of pain would still linger for a moment. ‘That would hurt a lot, wouldn’t it?’
In her desperation, Ning Die’s mind raced, and she activated the portable magic item her father had given her.
**[Rule Magic: Law of Protection]**!
A transparent, glass-like shield instantly expanded around her. Faint golden rule-power flowed across its surface like tiny specks of starlight, radiating a majestic and inviolable aura. The moment the shield appeared, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the approaching malice was forcibly blocked outside.
“This little girl has good stuff!”
The short, stout mage’s eyes lit up impressively. His fire magic slammed into the shield with a loud *bang*.
“Seize that item! With a shield powered by rule-power, even if we can’t beat that brat, we’ll have an extra layer of protection!”
The goateed mage shrieked, his staff shooting out an earthen spike that stabbed viciously into the shield.
“Hahaha, heavens are on our side!”
The werewolf howled excitedly toward the sky. His claws, accompanied by the sharp whistle of tearing air, swiped at the branch where Ning Die was hiding. The trunk was instantly carved with five deep grooves, wood chips flying everywhere.
The villains acted as if they had seen a supreme treasure, unleashing all sorts of methods. Dark red blood magic transformed into chains, frantically winding around the shield. Blazing fire magic condensed into fireballs, bombarding it in a dense barrage. Heavy earth magic turned into stone hammers, repeatedly smashing down. Cold dark magic formed into spikes, attempting to penetrate the gaps in the shield.
The golden shield rippled under the onslaught, emitting a low, rhythmic *hum*, like a struck bell. The surrounding air was torn by the magical power, and fine, black spatial cracks began to spread like a spiderweb.
Such a massive commotion echoed through the forest like a thunderclap, naturally attracting Su Yun, who was wandering nearby.
‘This is truly “getting it without any effort.” It looks like there are quite a few “fat sheep” gathered together.’
An excited smile instantly bloomed on Su Yun’s cute face, which was currently disguised as a Samoyed. The feigned docility in his blue eyes vanished, replaced by nothing but naked, bloodthirsty light. It was as if a hungry wolf had spotted its prey.
The large white tail behind him no longer wagged gently; instead, it stood ramrod straight, the tip twitching slightly, betraying his eagerness.
So far, his pink safety bag was less than half full. After deducting costs, he had only earned about forty credits. The Soul Beads that had dropped were either white or green, without a single blue one. This was the perfect opportunity for a “great harvest.”
‘I hope you people can bring me some decent surprises.’
Su Yun sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of impatient expectation. Then, the black bone armor on his hands instantly extended from his fingertips, transforming into two sharp bone blades that glinted coldly. The blades still bore bloodstains from previous battles. A smile that was cold to the extreme curled at the corners of his mouth.
In the next second, **[Earth Magic: Silver Dragon Swim]** was activated!
Pale silver mana swept over his body like a tide, and the black bone armor instantly transformed into hardened Silver Dragon Armor. The dragon-shaped patterns on the armor lit up, flowing with a metallic luster.
Su Yun’s speed exploded instantly. Like a bolt of silver lightning, he charged forward with an unstoppable momentum, directly snapping countless trees in his path. The thick trunks were like rotten wood before him, snapping with loud cracks as branches and leaves flew. Tangled vines were instantly torn into shreds. Blocking rocks were smashed directly, sending fragments flying everywhere.
He carried an undisguised, freezing murderous intent, closing in on the battlefield like a surging flood.
“Not good, this feeling!”
The werewolf Gluttonous Fang’s senses were the most acute. He abruptly stopped his attack, his grayish-black fur standing on end. Extreme terror flashed in his amber beastial eyes.
The pressure Su Yun brought was not something an ordinary child could compare to. That terrifying, no longer suppressed murderous intent pressed toward them like a cold tornado, making the surrounding air thick and bone-chilling. Even breathing felt tight, as if invisible hands were strangling their necks.
Even the sky seemed to change color at this moment. The forest, which had been relatively bright, was instantly shrouded by a thick haze. The sunlight was completely blocked out, leaving only boundless darkness. The purple lightning radiating from Su Yun’s body darted like venomous snakes, illuminating his cold gaze. Wherever he passed, the grass on the ground withered instantly, leaves turned yellow and fell, and even the air carried the scent of destruction.
The Red Name Mages besieging Ning Die also stopped their attacks. The greed on their faces was instantly replaced by horror. They stiffly turned their heads to look at the rapidly approaching silver figure, the hair all over their bodies standing on end.
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