1: A reincarnated girl, saved by a hero at the beginning?

A sharp pain in the back of her neck, accompanied by crude laughter and curses, dragged Lin Fan's consciousness back from Chaos.

“Little beauty, stop struggling! Come with us brothers, and we’ll make sure you live the good life!”

“Heh heh, this little face, this figure, it’s even more exciting than the top courtesan at Spring Breeze Pavilion!”

Lin Fan suddenly opened her eyes.

What greeted her was not the familiar ceiling of her apartment, but a dark, narrow alley reeking of stale food. Three thuggish ruffians were surrounding him… no, her.

Fragments of stinging memories flooded her mind like a tide.

Lin Yue'er.

A fifteen-year-old stunningly beautiful girl.

A cannon fodder character in a Xuanhuan novel, who wouldn’t survive three chapters.

Her purpose was to wait in a desperate situation, surrounded by ruffians, for Xiao Chen, the Child of Destiny, to descend from the sky on a Flying Sword, enacting a classic “hero saving the beauty” scene, thereby initiating their destined connection.

And she, Lin Fan, a professional “yellow hair” in her previous life, skilled in various seduction tactics and an ultimate pleasure-seeker, had actually transmigrated into this body that was about to be “saved.”

“I became… Lin Yue'er?”

She lowered her head and saw a pair of slender, fair, well-defined hands, feeling the fragility and panic of a young girl emanating from this body.

But beneath this panic, an uncontrollable excitement was growing wildly.

Being a yellow hair?

I’m familiar with this business!

But… wait.

This time, the script doesn’t seem to be about me seducing others, but about others “saving” me and then naturally seducing me?

How could that be!

Lin Yue'er, or rather, Lin Fan now, couldn’t help but curl her lips upward, revealing a sinister smile that was completely out of place with her pure face.

Passively accepting the script? Becoming a trophy in someone else’s story?

No.

She would direct it herself.

“What are you smiling at, little beauty? Have you come to your senses?” The leading ruffian smirked and reached out, grabbing at her collar.

In the distance, a faint sword light was breaking through the air at an astonishing speed.

It was Xiao Chen!

He was almost here.

Lin Yue'er’s eyes turned cold, and she no longer hesitated.

She didn’t want to be saved.

Even less did she want to be a mere vase or a trophy in someone else’s story.

The moment the ruffian’s fingers touched the fabric, Lin Yue'er moved. She didn’t dodge; instead, she took half a step forward, going with his momentum, and her body instantly pressed close.

Her movements were as fast as lightning, completely unlike a frightened, weak girl.

The ruffian was stunned.

Lin Yue'er’s right hand slipped from her sleeve, and with a flick of her palm, a packet of white powder accurately splattered onto his face.

Lime powder.

“Ah—! My eyes!”

The leader of the ruffians instantly screamed, covering his eyes, the intense pain making him roll frantically on the ground.

The other two ruffians were stunned, not yet reacting.

“You bitch, you’re asking for death!”

One of them roared and pounced.

Lin Yue'er slightly shifted her body, precisely dodging his bear hug, and at the same time, her right leg, with an extremely tricky and vicious angle, kicked upwards, accurately hitting a vital spot.

“Bang!”

A dull thud, accompanied by an inhuman, piercing shriek.

The ruffian’s body instantly curled into a shrimp, his hands tightly clutching his groin, his face turning from red to green, then from green to white, finally rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth before falling stiffly to the ground.

The last ruffian was completely terrified. He looked at his two companions on the ground, one clutching his eyes and the other his crotch, then at the cold-eyed girl with a faint smile still on her lips, feeling a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

“Ghost… a ghost!”

He shrieked, turned, and tried to run.

How could Lin Yue'er let him have his way?

She took a step forward, picked up a brick from the ground, and unhesitatingly brought it down on his back.

“Thud!”

The world became quiet.

From the start of the action to its end, it was only a matter of a dozen breaths.

In the alley, only three ruffians remained, lying on the ground groaning, completely incapacitated.

Lin Yue'er shook her slightly numb arm; this body’s strength was still too weak. She walked to the wall, and with the rough surface of the brick, leisurely wiped off the bloodstains and hair clinging to it, then casually tossed it into the shadows of the corner.

After doing all this, she tidied her clothes.

Just then, the sword light finally arrived.

“Whoosh!”

A cyan figure gracefully landed, holding a long sword, with a dashing posture—it was indeed Xiao Chen, the Child of Destiny.

He had expected to see a scene of a beauty in tears and arrogant thugs, and was about to draw his sword and declare, “Stop! How dare you abduct a civilian woman in broad daylight!”

But after landing, all the lines he had prepared were stuck in his throat.

He witnessed a scene he would never forget.

In the alley, three men lay on the ground, their lives unknown. The girl who should have been crying for help stood calmly. She dropped the blood-stained brick from her hand, clapped her hands, tidied her slightly disheveled clothes, her face devoid of fear, only a hint of… an indifferent satisfaction.

And a kind of… calm after finishing a task.

She looked up at Xiao Chen.

Her gaze was cool, distant, and even carried a hint of scrutiny.

This was a very handsome young man, with sword-like brows and star-like eyes, and an extraordinary temperament, truly worthy of being the Child of Destiny.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t interested.

“You’re late,” Lin Yue'er said, her voice calm.

With that, she turned and walked away, without the slightest hint of lingering.

Xiao Chen subconsciously tightened his grip on his sword hilt.

He watched her resolute retreating figure, and for the first time, a feeling called bewilderment arose in his heart.

This woman… “Her eyes… there was no fear, not even anger, like someone who had just crushed an ant. That’s not the look a weak person should have.”

【Ding!】

A crisp, mechanical notification sound abruptly rang in Lin Yue'er’s mind.

【Detecting Host’s actions have greatly deviated from the original Karma line, causing severe disturbance to the world line…】

【Meeting binding conditions…】

【The myriad manifestations asura field system is activating… 10%… 50%… 100%!】

【System binding successful!】

Lin Yue'er’s departing footsteps paused slightly.

The curve of her lips finally couldn’t be suppressed.

The show has begun.