Free Web NovelChapter 779: Chapter 689: Divergent Paths
In an instant, the red electric arc spread across March’s entire body. Just as Chichu Chun thought she had succeeded, her hand was grabbed in return by March, lifting her whole body up, and her abdomen suffered a heavy blow, propelling her backwards.
Chichu Chun crashed into a wall, her eyes full of disbelief.
She had clearly used the Key to touch this guy, why didn’t it work?
March patted her own shoulder, casting a cold glance at Chichu Chun.
"I know what you’re surprised about."
As she spoke, a sudden red glow emanated from March’s body.
Chichu Chun saw a scene she would never forget in her life.
With just a flash of electricity, red lines formed substances, and cube-shaped objects appeared around March’s body, one, two, three... a total of five Keys!
"I can have as many of these as I want. You were so naive to think you could use the Key to kick me out."
"The game is over, you won, it seems to violate the rules, and yet doesn’t."
Everything in front of her filled Chichu Chun with despair.
She couldn’t imagine how her opponent got so many Keys. Suddenly, she thought of a possibility, her eyes slowly widened, looking at March.
March only slightly raised her hand, and the red current twisted into a Spiral Long Spear, piercing through Chichu Chun’s hands and chest, nailing the girl to the ground.
"Do you think I should punish you, or let you go?"
March squatted down and lifted Chichu Chun’s chin, her tone playful.
The girl’s gloomy expression was fully captured in her crimson eyes.
"How about this?"
"I’ll keep my promise and let you go, but there should be a little punishment."
"What is it?" Chichu Chun blurted out.
"So greedy, telling you the punishment would take away the fun." March smiled,
"Isn’t it anticlimactic that the game just ends like this? Why don’t we keep playing, what do you say?"
"I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, and you try everything to stop me, just you and me."
"This is our game, if a third person finds out, I’ll kill you."
Saying that, March gently cradled Chichu Chun’s face and began to knead it.
"And your cherished ones, don’t doubt whether I can do it; the Demon Hunter Girl can do anything."
Chichu Chun bit March’s index finger hard, the latter slightly frowned, expressionless.
Chichu Chun shook off March’s hand, spat on the ground fiercely, her gaze fierce with a hint of madness.
"I agree, but I warn you, no matter what’s on your mind."
"You shall not lay a hand on them!"
"Or I’ll do everything to kill you, no matter where you flee, I’ll find you!"
"Really fierce, Little Raccoon."
March said cheerfully,
"I’m going to seize the Life Staff to do something big. Once successful, the future of this world will change, not in a good way for you."
"And you, come stop me."
"Octopus Tower City, Red Weaving Workshop."
"Either kill me or be killed by me."
"You can bring her along, but on the condition that she knows nothing of our game."
"Is that clear enough?"
March tapped Chichu Chun’s forehead.
"When will it be!"
"You’ll know, but not now."
"Perhaps by then, the world may have already been destroyed once."
Chichu Chun watched March rise up, slowly walking into the darkness. Before fully disappearing, she turned as if remembering something.
"Rice Wine."
"Don’t call me that!"
"I got you a gift."
"Last birthday, you spent it alone, didn’t you?"
"What does that have to do with you?"
March smiled, neither confirming nor denying it.
...
Chichu Chun awoke from the immersion pod in shock, reaching out around her, her chest heaving violently.
A deluge of information surged all at once, a sharp pain made her clutch her head, her brows furrowed.
Her head ached terribly... it seems she forgot something. Right, that madman just said he wants to play a game with her.
Octopus Tower City, Life Staff...
Chichu Chun looked around the room, suddenly realizing it was already dawn. Warm sunlight streamed inside, creating window grid shadows on the ground, curtains fluttered in the gentle breeze, and the photo on the desk seemed to have been moved, the red-haired girl in it smiling brightly against a golden flower field.
"Is it already daylight?"
Last night’s experience felt like a nightmare, leaving Chichu Chun uneasy for a long time.
Chichu Chun shook her head, stepping out of the immersion pod, her room’s furniture was as usual, game guides on the bookshelf marked with bookmarks, half protruded out. A desk chair was placed in front of the immersion pod, with her large bear plushie on it, proving March truly visited.
The thought of March sitting in front of her computer chair, admiring her in the immersion pod like a china doll, sent shivers down Chichu Chun’s spine.
"Really wicked."
She kicked the large bear plushie aside.
Even now, she hadn’t figured out why there was someone identical to her.
He said he had many Keys...
Right!
Chichu Chun opened the curtains, discovering the messages piled underneath.
「Nakamura Yuri: You suddenly logged off last night, are you okay? I am worried about you.」
Chichu Chun’s throat moved slightly, her typing paused halfway.
After several edits, she finally hit send.
「Mori Natsuki: Mind your own business, can’t I rest early if I’m tired?"」
After responding, Chichu Chun sat dazed on the floor, hugging and rolling over with the large bear plushie.
The other person said he was worried about her.
Hmph, who doesn’t know that guy uses such words like punctuation marks.
「Ding Dong! Hummer Express, tail number 1963, you have a package waiting for pickup~」
"A package?"
Chichu Chun got up with confusion.
During the simulated war zone period, she cherished a few days of leisure to leave the military area, but she remembered she hadn’t done any online shopping...
Chichu Chun got up, put on slippers, not caring if her pajamas were tidy, took a few steps downstairs.
A square box-type drone was parked outside the door, its two pairs of rotors quietly spinning, underneath three mechanical arms held up an elaborately decorated birthday cake.
The Hummer’s electronic screen turned from ’0v0’ to ’—w—’.
"Birthday... cake?"
Chichu Chun brought the gift box with the birthday cake to the kitchen, staring blankly at the number ’18’ on the cake.
Her birthday had long passed.
Yet the initials in English correspond to her CCC...
Who could have sent it?
The coil in Chichu Chun’s head started to turn.
It could only be You; the other must have heard her singing lullaby last time.
Although a bit late, it still shows some conscience, she begrudgingly forgives the other party.
Chichu Chun didn’t overthink it, opened the box on her own, a blissful blush appearing on her face.
...
Inside, the sunlight was bright, outside shadows danced, the girl’s palm lightly touched the window. In her eyes was reflected Chichu Chun holding a knife and fork, with cream smudged on her face, while the wind blew the branches above her head, swaying in tune with her swinging little legs.
"Happy birthday, Rice Wine."
