With her last mission complete, Ji Xiaosong lay lazily on a hillside, basking in the sun.
Rongrong floated over as usual. "Song, the next world is an apocalypse. The risks are higher, but if you complete the mission, the merit points will be doubled. Will you go?"
"I'll go. What's there to be afraid of? We'll deal with whatever comes our way. We're going to encounter even higher-risk worlds in the future. There's no reason to back down now."
"I knew you were the best, Song! I'll send you to the small world now."
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「The Ji Family's Ancestral Estate」
Today was Ji Xiaosong's twentieth birthday banquet.
Wine glasses refracted the light of the crystal chandelier, the red wine clinging to the glass in streaks like bloody tears.
Lin Miaomiao's hand, her nails painted a coral color, reached over, a sapphire bracelet jingling on her wrist.
"Why aren't you drinking, Xiaosong?"
Ji Xiaosong heard a weak gasp escape her own throat as an excruciating pain exploded from her heart.
