Volu 1. Let the Ga Begin
Nothing happened in the following week.
I lay in bed recovering from my injuries, while the doctor would co by from ti to ti to check on my condition.
However, every ti the doctor ca, he looked at with a surprised expression, as if he were looking at so rare specin.
Later, I learned from Aunt Zhao that the recovery of my leg injury was much faster than expected.
Normally, injuries like this would take at least several months, even up to half a year to fully heal.
But after today’s X-ray in the afternoon, according to the doctor, the bones in my leg had already begun to gradually fuse, indicating that the healing was several tis faster than usual.
The doctor kept marveling at , but it didn’t affect , because I had been analyzing my own condition.
This week has given ti to calmly think about a lot of things.
First of all, there was no doubt that I had died.
After all, my urn was sitting right on the nightstand beside my bed.
But there was a huge problem—‘I’ not only died, but during the period after death, I had even turned into an evil spirit that devoured other people's souls.
Was that normal?
No matter how I looked at it, my spirit was rather strange.
These past few days, when I had nothing to do, I used Aunt Zhao as a test subject, and gradually figured out what this so-called soul was all about.
Although I couldn’t understand the principle behind the creation of souls, at least now I knew how it worked.
Every normal person’s body contained a soul, and the soul was essentially made up of dominant consciousness subconsciousness instinctive consciousness.
The dominant consciousness was easy to understand—it was a person’s normal personality.
Subconsciousness was the underlying awareness, and the last part, instinctive consciousness, was responsible for so of the body’s instinctual activities, like breathing and sweating.
Souls could roughly be divided into these three types.
Souls depended on physical bodies.
However, evil spirits like didn’t need a physical body.
But... once I left my body, I would feel a constant hunger eating away at my rationality.
In other words… when I had a body, I could control my will, but without it, I couldn’t control my emotions.
I didn’t dare to stay outside my body for long.
I was afraid my soul would lose control.
That strong urge to “eat” would begin to erode my consciousness once I was outside.
Only by returning to my body could it slowly recover.
I also roughly figured out the pattern.
Basically, if I stayed outside for an hour, I would need to rest inside my body for over a week.
Otherwise, that instinctive urge wouldn’t subside.
I didn’t know what would happen if I exceeded that ti.
Would I... directly turn into an evil spirit that had no dominant consciousness and relied only on instinct?
I didn’t dare take that gamble, so I didn’t do any experints in that area.
Instead, I occasionally used Aunt Zhao and the nurse on duty in the hallway for experints.
First of all… the spirit form was cold.
Whether or not I did anything to the other person’s soul, as long as I approached them in my “evil spirit” state, they would feel a chill.
The closer I got, the colder it beca.
From what the female nurse said, when I touched their bodies, they felt a freezing cold as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
This experint… had the doctors and nurses on this floor whispering about “a haunting” lately.
And as the one who started it all, I could confirm—it really was a haunting, damn it.
On the other hand, I also discovered the chanism of soul regeneration.
When the soul was attached to the body, there seed to be a balance point between the soul and the body, and this balance point determined which side nourished the other.
When the soul was stronger than the body, the soul would feed so energy-like substance back into the body.
The reason my leg healed so quickly had a lot to do with this—after all, I had devoured quite a few souls.
As for Aunt Zhao, her soul was regenerating because the balance between her soul and body had been disrupted.
The one responsible… yes, it was again.
That day, I took a bite out of Aunt Zhao’s shoulder.
Ever since that day, she started saying her shoulder hurt while working.
Later, she got cupping therapy and applied so dicated patches, which finally helped a lot.
These past couple of days, Aunt Zhao’s complexion had also improved significantly.
I heard she went ho and made so chicken ginseng soup to nourish herself.
Seeing her recover in spirit, I was relieved, and I checked her soul at night.
Her shoulder had already mostly recovered within three days.
If one didn’t look closely, it was almost impossible to tell that part had been bitten off before.
Of course, I didn’t dare take another bite.
One bite was enough.
If I bit her again, she might notice sothing.
Aunt Zhao’s case was one where, after the soul was damaged, the body used external energy to nourish and replenish the soul.
Of course, this only applied to a small amount of loss.
If it were more than that, I had no idea what would happen.
As for my leg injury, it was due to my powerful soul feeding back into the body, which forcefully sped up the healing of an injury that normally required at least four months of rest.
Today was January 2nd, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the Laba Festival.
There was less than a month until the Spring Festival, but I still had to lie in bed, staring at my gaming laptop with dual RTX 2080s and an i9-9980HK processor, holding my iPhone 11, enjoying a leisure ti I had never experienced before.
I looked down at my computer screen and saw that I had died again in League of Legends.
I had no choice but to type out a “GG,” then closed the lid and tossed the laptop beside the bed.
I had to admit... suddenly having money really had made start to float a little.
This laptop, in this day and age, a new one would cost at least sixty to seventy thousand.
And yet, here I was, daring to toss it onto the bed.
Even though the bed was a Simmons king-size, this kind of computer was basically a dream item for .
As expected… n beco corrupt when they have money.
Sigh! Even though I had already beco a woman, it seed that money still made one go bad.
If it were the old , wouldn’t I have treated a gaming laptop like this as if it were my life?
Just like Liu Wanqian said, I was nothing but a poor loser, a loser so poor I couldn’t be any poorer.
After putting down the laptop, I glanced back at Aunt Zhao.
I had to admit, Aunt Zhao was indeed attentive.
Of course, the price was also high—ten thousand yuan a month.
With a caregiver at that price, it was hard to expect anything less.
Watching her carefully cut the apple into little rabbit shapes and place them on a plate, each one nearly identical, I had to say Aunt Zhao’s knife skills were quite impressive.
Casually grabbing one and tossing it into my mouth, I looked back out the window.
This morning, Gong Lianyu had co by and told that ‘my’ husky had already passed quarantine and received new vaccinations.
But since it couldn’t be brought into the hospital, she brought a few short videos instead, saying the husky had been sent ho.
Looking at the “ho” in the video… MMP, rich people really were sothing else—that was a damn villa.
Compared to my forty-square-ter little room… it couldn’t even compete with the decor of their yard.
Though the weather was cold, the yard had a pond, a small bridge, flowing water, decorative rocks, and steam rising off the surface of the lake.
Who knew if it was hot spring water or they just had water heaters installed.
Anyway, in the dead of winter, the water in the yard’s pond showed no signs of freezing.
Though the pond wasn’t fully open-air either—there was a glass roof covering the entire courtyard.
Mist drifted across the water’s surface, and colorful koi fish swam leisurely beneath.
In the hazy mist, it really did feel a little like a human paradise.
As for my husky… hmm!
It was diving into the water to catch fish in the video, then got pulled out and taken for a bath.
【What the hell!! You bastard! Don’t catch that! Who knows how much that one fish is worth!!】
Seeing the husky in the video, I grabbed Gong Lianyu’s phone in a panic, but to my disappointnt, when the husky was pulled out, it had a big red koi in its mouth.
And from off-screen in the video, I could hear Liu Wanqian’s furious roar.
“You damn thing, let go!! I spent seven million on that one!”
Even a seasoned old fox like Liu Wanqian couldn’t help swearing in rage.
One could imagine just how much he loved that koi.
Fortunately, the husky hadn’t bitten down hard.
Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have been watching a video of the husky in the water, but a livestream of Liu Wanqian feasting on dog at.
The last video was of Liu Wanqian himself, red in the face and yelling into the cara: “Tie that damn dog in the backyard!! I’m telling you, if that dog dares bite my koi again, I’ll stew it! I’ll eat it right in front of you! When Liu Wanqian says sothing, he ans it! Liu Yunyan, you rember that!!”
Then ca Gong Lianyu’s voice trying to calm him down, and the video ended.
Seeing Liu Wanqian that mad, I couldn’t help but want to laugh, though I also felt a bit sorry for my husky.
Sigh…
After that, Gong Lianyu asked if I needed anything.
What else could I possibly need?
She gave a strange look, then whispered a few things to Aunt Zhao before leaving.
Aunt Zhao nodded along as she listened to Gong Lianyu while looking at , leaving completely confused.
Then… the next morning, I found out what the two of them had been talking about.
Lying under the covers, I didn’t even dare show my head.
From outside the blanket, I heard Aunt Zhao’s voice.
“Ai~ It’s not a big deal. Every woman has these days. Yesterday, Sister Gong also told that the doctor originally thought you might have temporary anorrhea, since you were so badly injured. But you’re young, after all. Looks like the injury wasn’t bad enough to stop your period. Alright, alright, don’t be shy. I’ll go wash the sheets now.”
My face flushed red, and I stayed hidden under the blanket all day, not daring to co out.
Until that night.
Hiding in the blanket, I was fiddling with my phone.
There wasn’t much to do—just playing so mobile gas and doing things I never dared to do before, like spending on microtransactions, microtransactions, and more microtransactions~ stuff like that.
Just as I was about to use so paid gems to draw a follower, suddenly, a ssage popped up at the top of my phone.
“What is this?”
And the screen shifted to an app called “Honkai.”
An extrely simple interface, like sothing made by a beginner designer.
On this minimalist interface, there were only three options and a countdown tir.
I glanced curiously at the tir, then looked at the ti on my phone…
“The countdown ends… at Twelve o’clock tonight?”
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