Chapter 2: Traversing the Pandemonium, Predestined to be Worthless Waste?
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
An intensely acute and piercing pain was sent through Lu Jiuque's body, as though someone with a blade was killing her with a thousand cuts. She opened her eyes with great difficulty and realized that she was lying right in the middle of a fiery-red sea of flowers.
She… Shouldn't she have been dead?!
Where was this place?!
Just as Lu Jiuque wanted to get up, all the bones in her made fragile sounds. An overwhelming wave of memory that didn't belong to her surged in her mind with the momentum of a torrential tide. It took her quite a long time before she finally regained consciousness from the dizziness…
Oh God.
She had actually traversed to this mysterious Heavenly Continent and transformed from Lu Jiuque to Lu Jiu Que of the Lu Family?
She was, once again, reborn. Was this fortune or the opposite?
Lu Jiu Que was regarded by fortune-tellers as someone who existed as the reincarnation of a jinx. Her body was born to become worthless waste, and she was destined to be someone who lacked the nine essentials of life.
So long as anyone established contact with Lu Jiu Que, they were bound to meet with great misfortune.
It was said that even the fortune teller who read her fortune was struck to death by the flash of a meandering thunderbolt. All he had done was say a few words in the yard…
Then, not a single member of the Lu Family who went out to the battlefield returned, and their causes of death were unknown.
At last, all that was left of the Lu Family was her and an old servant, and that only lasted until the time Lu Jiu Que was framed by some people and her life ended.
An orphan without kin, an existence that had received no blessings at all. Was this not the same as she had been in her previous life?
Lu Jiuque... Lu Jiu Que...
Even their names were the same. Was this purely a coincidence, or was it fated to be?
The corners of her mouth slowly curved upwards. Lu Jiuque, no, it was Lu Jiu Que now, shut her eyes to feel the unique aura of this continent. Then, she muttered to herself, "From now on, I am Lu Jiu Qie…"
'I will replace you and live my life well!'
Since she had become Lu Jiu Que, she wouldn't spare a single one of those people who had tricked her into coming here and banished her in this chaos.
In her bones, she was a vengeful King of Hell with a grievance to redress, after all.
"Hiss—"
A sharp pain suddenly jolted Lu Jiu Que back to reality. She frowned, looked around, and saw that the vines around her were actually alive. They were all fighting to be the first to penetrate her skin.
"Damn it!" Lu Jiu Que mouthed a curse and made a deadly tug at one vine. Together with her own flesh and blood, she pulled the vine out and forcefully tossed it aside. That vine disappeared into the sea of flowers in the blink of an eye.
It was then that Lu Jiu Que realized that what she had seen right when she woke up, what laid beneath this sea of flowers… was a mountain of corpses?!
Beneath the flowers that were oozing fragrance, anywhere her eyes could reach showed corpses and bones!
A thousand people? Ten thousand people? A hundred thousand people?
How many people… had died in this place?!
If she hadn't crossed over just then, the original host of this body would have soon become one of these corpses, a pile of bones.
Lu Jiu Que regained her composure very quickly. After all, she had saved more people than the number there. The number of lives that she had brought an end to was also not any fewer.
Seeing how these vines didn't continue to launch attacks after she had "come back to life," Lu Jiu Que guessed that they could only devour dead bodies.
If that was the case, then there was nothing for her to fear.
Lu Jiu Que casually pulled out the roots of some flowers and tied them to her fractured leg to secure it firmly in place. Then, she carefully judged the location she was in and began searching for a way out.
To stay even a moment longer at this place would mean an additional moment of danger for her.
If someone looked from afar, amid the darkness, they would see a thin figure covered in blood and clad in shabby rags hobbling forward in the man-eating sea of flowers.
She pursed her lips and wore an expression of unswerving determination. She appeared to be thirteen or fourteen years old, but the way she moved, on the contrary, was ludicrously funny, similar to the way an old woman moved.
From head to toe, her eyes, which were bright like stars, were the only exceptionally eye-catching thing about her entire body.
She was like a lone rock standing in a pool of blood, crude and obstinate, quiet and unmoving.
This was such a unique yet contradictory picture that the people standing by the side and watching in silence couldn't help but laugh aloud.
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