Zhao-jie didn’t know either.
So, driven by curiosity, she pulled Swift Step back to stay for the remaining thirty minutes.
Only six players remained on the field, along with Yun He and the ghost of Yun Qing. Heng Beishuo hesitated just a moment—then lunged straight at the little girl.
As long as he could take her hostage, he could…
“Ah!”
The emperor had barely thrown himself forward when Dong Zi reflexively grabbed him and hurled him aside.
Well, Dong Zi had only thrown him… what, ten meters or so?
It wasn’t until after the toss that Dong Zi realized—wait, that was a person. An important NPC at that. He instantly felt bad and hurried over to pick the emperor back up.
Heng Beishuo had been thrown so hard he saw stars. There was no way he’d be mounting a sneak attack again anytime soon.
Yun He landed two more solid punches on him just to be sure he couldn’t retaliate, then asked coldly, “Still trying to run?”
Heng Beishuo: “……”
Barely breathing. Definitely not talking.
“What are your plans from here on out?” Fu Changxun asked. “The emperor and the national preceptor are here. Once we’re gone, how do you intend to deal with them—and handle things for yourselves?”
Yun He gave a small smile. “Thank you all for your help. As for what’s next… perhaps I’ll do something that rewrites the world itself. The emperor’s sat on that throne for ten years, basking in luxury and power. It’s about time he gave it back.”
After all, this empire had been carved out by the Yun family. It wasn’t an unreasonable claim.
“You’re planning to—”
Fu Changxun had only said three words before cutting himself off.
Whether she wanted to model herself after a female emperor or rule from the shadows with the emperor as her puppet—that was all part of the instance. It had nothing to do with them, the players.
“In any case, we’re leaving once the instance ends. So why not give you a little parting gift?”
Fu Changxun turned to Yun Qing with a smile, then delivered a vicious kick to Heng Beishuo’s crotch.
It sounded like something cracked.
Every player and NPC present froze in stunned silence. Every man in the room—and all the male viewers on the live stream—flinched in collective phantom pain.
“Ah-Zi, your turn.”
Dong Zi was still wincing from sympathetic pain, but he kicked anyway. It was only after he did that he realized something felt off, his expression crumpling into one of profound regret.
[Okay, that was terrifying.]
[Holy hell, did that player just kick an NPC in the… that?]
[My non-existent parts suddenly hurt…]
[You don’t have them, we do! Is that Doctor guy seriously not gonna be traumatized? I am!]
[Brutal. Absolute savage.]
[Wait, low-dimensional creatures can be this wild? I thought y’all were all soft and delicate.]
[Does it not hurt when your indescribables get wrecked? Or do higher-dimensionals not have indescribables?]
The live chat quickly devolved into debates about whether higher-dimensional beings needed to engage in… conjugal relations.
But with the instance cleared, everyone instinctively shut their streams down.
“Here. A eunuch emperor. Consider it our gift to you,” Fu Changxun said, jerking his chin.
Yun He: “…Thanks. That helps a lot.”
Physical castration—it was far more thorough than poison or curses could ever be.
Yun Qing actually looked pleased too. “Perfect. Now he won’t touch anyone else.”
Fu Changxun: “?”
Had dying flipped some sort of obsessive switch in her? She really did give off unhinged yandere vibes now.
Whatever came next—whether she could remain as a ghost, what Yun He would do—Fu Changxun didn’t plan to ask.
“Oh right, the gear we looted from… that player earlier. You guys want any of it?” He pulled out a blade, a coil of rope, and a vial of poison. “Nothing amazing, but not trash either. If it’s useful, let’s split it.”
“Ladies first,” Swift Step offered quickly.
Zhao-jie picked the poison. “I’ll try not to use it. But it might come in handy for NPCs.”
Like trash NPCs such as Heng Beishuo.
Ning Wan waved her hands. “I’ll pass. I didn’t contribute much—just got carried by you all to a win. Surviving and clearing the instance is already more than enough for me.”
She was adamant, so Swift Step picked the rope. “I’m not great with blades anyway. Rope it is. Zhao-jie, wanna team up? I think I’d mesh well with your style.”
Zhao-jie beamed. “Sure! My number’s 162xxx… hit me up later…”
Ning Wan also exchanged contact info with them, hoping to form a party when they got back.
As the instance neared its final moments, Fu Changxun suddenly rushed over to the half-conscious Heng Beishuo. “Dong Zi! Come here!”
Dong Zi: “Huh?”
He didn’t really get it, but followed along anyway.
“Hurry, hurry! Strip him for anything valuable—we can trade it for points!”
Fu Changxun rolled up the emperor’s sleeves, only to find them completely empty—well, of course the emperor wouldn’t carry gold or silver on him. He got desperate and yanked off Heng Beishuo’s entire dragon robe—those golden threads had to be worth something—then helped himself to the jade thumb ring on his finger.
Inspired, Zhao-jie, Swift Step, and Ning Wan immediately pounced on the national preceptor, stripping him too without hesitation.
Points, man!
Who in their right mind would say no to points?
Unfortunately, just as they were halfway through the looting, the system chime sounded.
[Ding-dong! Time’s up. Players disconnecting from instance…]
