But the bloodstains weren’t long, only two or three meters at most, yet every inch of ground was soaked with fresh blood. The one living among the corpses, continuously bleeding, moved at an unbearably slow pace. Every step she took was followed by a pause, during which she summoned what little willpower remained to muster the strength to take the next painful step.
Under the moonlight, the girl, drenched in blood, moved stiffly like a zombie, taking agonizingly slow steps. As time passed, the pauses grew longer, and her strides shorter. When she vaguely realized she was just pacing in place, she parted her lips, exposing a grim smile even though it tore at the wounds on her face.
“Going to die, huh…”
The only living person among the corpses had already narrowly escaped death once, avoiding the tragic fate of being devoured by ghouls. She had once again escaped death, only to now step toward a new one.
She seemed to be rushing unceasingly toward death, as if eager to meet a long-lost dear friend.
How exactly would she die?
Would it be from a stopped heart, or from losing too much blood? Maybe from the pain of burns—who could say? The once-beautiful silver-haired girl, now singed to a yellowed hue, barely opened one eye and turned it, pondering silently.
The only living person inside the corpses was Bai Ya Ifiel Chlorom. She was not dead yet, but she was dying.
Originally, the plan was still somewhat feasible: start a fire to create chaos and then retreat. But she had encountered two slave girls in succession, ending up in this pitiful state. Bai Ya admitted she had been careless.
She hadn’t accounted for the slave girls. Failure was only natural, and she reflected on that deeply in her heart. But there probably wouldn’t be a next time.
Thinking carefully, she had been brought into this dark world called [SLAVE] by the Creator God Fia. If she regarded all this as an RPG (role-playing game), then her character was already finished.
Bai Ya was well aware of her body’s condition. Would it be more accurate to say she was on the verge of death or barely clinging to life? Surviving the explosion was already a miracle. She no longer allowed herself the optimism of thinking her body would recover.
Being alive was a miracle; how long she could stay that way was another matter. Her consciousness was sinking further and further. Every second her heart still beat, she had to praise her own luck.
So how long could she hold on? Five minutes? One? Ten seconds? Or would she die the next moment? She found herself still able to smile as she thought about these questions. Was she too optimistic? Just a little, maybe.
Because the game mode hadn’t been lifted, negative emotions were suppressed. That was a great help. She wasn’t even afraid of dying. That actually sounded like a very good thing.
Just then, her knees suddenly gave out without warning, bending and triggering a chain reaction. Bai Ya’s already fragile body collapsed exactly as she had expected.
The scent of fresh soil hit her face. When she regained some awareness, her lips were stained with a bit of mud.
The taste of earth was more bitter than traditional medicine.
“Never thought I’d end up eating dirt like this…”
Bai Ya muttered bitterly, summoning what little strength she had left to painfully roll over. After doing so, her breathing was barely audible.
She faced the sky. The blue moon came into view—beautiful, like the surface of a cerulean sea. It was rare she had time to appreciate the scenery of the [SLAVE] world.
The blue moon was full and large, suddenly reminding her of a steamed bun. The hunger she had carried for so long unconsciously made saliva trickle from her mouth. It had been days since she’d eaten anything decent.
Maybe malnutrition was the key reason for her mission’s failure! Bai Ya excitedly shifted the blame in her mind.
After turning over, her body was utterly devoid of strength. Bai Ya could swear she wouldn’t stand up again—she couldn’t even struggle in a dying fit. She could only blankly stare at the moon. Time passed without her knowing it, as if her soul reached a state of absolute silence. Rhythmic waves sounded in her ears. At that moment, she abandoned all thoughts, her mind blank, feeling a deep yearning to sleep—to rest. Waves of exhaustion crashed repeatedly against her reason.
If she fell asleep now, she might never wake up. Like a last flicker of light, Bai Ya instantly revived her spirit. She bit her teeth, suppressing a cough, when suddenly her tongue tasted something sweet.
“Although I know saliva is sweet… is it really blood after all?” Bai Ya murmured weakly. A flash of glaring red seeped from between her parted lips.
Bai Ya tried to raise her arm to shield her forehead. Whenever she felt restless, she had the habit of doing this to calm herself quickly—it was the premise to finding a way out of hardship.
But Bai Ya had no strength. She had only half an arm left. Her right palm was burned away by flames, and her left hand turned to ash in the explosion. Her wrist was horribly charred, and she could no longer grasp anything. She had lost both hands forever.
She recalled the fact that she was handicapped and stared dazedly at the moon until dark clouds obscured it. Only then did she snap out of it, her voice hoarse, laced with sadness.
“…Did I at least cause a big enough riot? Maybe. Let’s prepare for the worst. This time, it’s a total defeat…”
Her bloodshot red eyes roamed aimlessly, taking in all she could see. She strained to stay alert to surrounding threats. In this dark forest, any wild beast could easily kill her.
Wait! That meant a new way to die—being eaten by a beast. She couldn’t ignore that. Feeling close to death, Bai Ya began guessing how she might die. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! She wasn’t about to miss it.
Slowly, her eyelids grew heavier, as if weighed down by stones. The intense burning pain flared through her nerves, like being soaked in chili sauce. This was a kind of sharp agony she’d never experienced before.
“My eyes are going blind… ah, I can’t see… Well, it’s nighttime… It’s nighttime… I have to say the important thing three times… I’m not mentally prepared to go blind yet…”
“Sorry… I can’t move at all… Isn’t this just letting myself be slaughtered… My body feels like it’s filled with lead… so heavy… This is really bad…”
“I’m doomed… this time, I’m really doomed… No solution… I can’t move… I’m going to die…”
She mentally scored her ability to move, and it was a dismal number, probably infinitely close to zero.
Powerless to struggle, Bai Ya waited motionless for death. She thought to herself that counting down her life while sitting and waiting to die was actually quite an interesting thing. Ha ha ha ha…
After a long while, the silent forest was pierced by a faint, sorrowful, girl’s crying.
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