[ A laugh catches in his throat, and Chang Geng can dimly hear Limbo cackling somewhere in the background of the woman's laughter. But instead of letting it boil over, that scratching tears through his head, first, and that - that he knows how to handle. As he opens his mouth, a hysterical laugh does make it out, before being muffled by the fact that he bites down on the meat of his left hand, below his thumb, despite the gore of the exploded hydra still sticking to him.
Pain is grounding. Familiar.
(He has never been thankful for this curse in his life, but he'll reflect on that later.)
The eyeball is abandoned, because as he gets to his feet with blood in his mouth from his tongue and his hand, he hears the System's warning and penalization when Limbo tries to turn the key in the door. With effort, he moves over to Lucilius - and with less effort, picks him up to cart him over to where their clown awaits them. ]
[ The noise is so loud that even his hearing seems to be dulling, his ears ringing and his gut aching, but it still doesn't stop the peals of laughter now that they've started. Maybe because he just doesn't laugh much—this is penance.
On the plus side, he's pretty easily hefted up since he isn't flailing around or fighting it, just covering his face as he laughs himself hoarse. ]
NnnnnnNNNNNNN! Hahahaha! Fuahahahahahaha! Team mode? TEAM MODE?!
[THE GALL! THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH.]
[Limbo turns away, their frame shaking with downright evil-sounding laughter. But as before, a clown is used to laughter. This is just his life 24/7, even though he really hates, hates the idea that he's losing.]
[He spreads his arms wide for Lucilius.]
Please! Hahahaha! I can carry our dear poisoned friend for you!! A friend indeed is a friend in need, yes? Hahahahahaha!
[ thank god, we're giggling! we're having a fun time!!
anyway everyone except sourpuss satan rolled successfully enough that this time when they approach the door, the key clicks into the lock, and the door opens. ]
CHECKPOINT COMPLETED: HALL OF DELIGHT! + 10 Points!
New character asset obtained for - Chang Geng - Coolness Points! + 20 B Points! Lucilius Learned to Laugh!: +5 points Limbo: +10 Points for Team Mindset
[ terrible.
the screaming laughter stops, and the door shuts behind the group, leaving them in a nice, peaceful silence. the hallway they've entered is very similar to the one before - this has floors of solid black jade, and pillars that again reach the ceiling, which is much smaller than the room before it - barely two feet over limbo's head. dark blue curtains line the walls, made of soft silk, and everything in comparison to this place seems muted.
walking into the hallway, the group will notice a large section of the floor appears to be glass? and inside, is something shiny. time to investigate this room.
[ Limbo gets A Look as he comes to the door, which is either scathing or just exasperated, hard to tell, but thankfully it opens once they're within range together - he's lost all form of patience at this point. Lucilius is a lump of useless wheezing laughter, their points are slowly dwindling, Limbo is having a great time. Yes. Giggling. A great time for all. ]
Let's just - go. [ fuck u he's not going to laugh ] Before it deducts more points.
[ Once that door is slammed shut behind them is a brief moment of relief, although he moves to deposit his twink cargo on the floor where they stand so that he can squeeze the bitemark on his hand, eyes closed. A beat, two, three, and then he exhales and opens his eyes again, walking forward to where the floor becomes glass. What's up what's going on down here, babe, he is not stepping on it or any further. ]
[ He doesn't really seem annoyed that Limbo left them for dead, but he's definitely irritable by the time he's back on his feet and his head has cleared up a little. He's still laughing, quietly, but mostly he's just gulping down air and trying to breathe normally.
Maybe the system has a self-destruct sequence he can activate? ]
There— [ He swallows down a chuckle. Something shiny! They go. ]
[ the group heads over to the glass panel in the floor. looking under their feet, they will see it is a case - and artfully laid inside is the black and red sword xin mo. however, there doesn't seem to be a handle on the case, at all, and any attempts at smashing the glass will do nothing.
while the group is pondering the case, lucilius (thanks rng) will feel something wet drip down, right onto the tip of his nose. it's bright red! weird.
drip, drip.
more red droplets, one now for both limbo and chang geng, too. you all have bright red noses now. you know, like clowns.
...no, but, actually. looking up, to find the source of the red will show, directly over their heads, another painting! it's another woman, her brows tightly knit together, her mouth closed and pulled together into a sorrowful frown.
drip, drip.
it seems the red drops are coming directly from the painting's eyes, and when the painting's face has been acknowledged, she begins to weep, harder and harder, until a low, moaning sob starts to fill the hall.
there's a click sound, that sounds suspiciously like a lock turning in place.
and then the small, steady droplets turn into a torrential downfall of red, bloody rain, starting to rapidly fill the small hallway. in a matter of seconds, the bloody water is up to their ankles, and the woman's voice sobs, ]
Lament! Lament! Lament!
[ and the word "LAMENT" appears in dark black lettering on each wall in the room. ]
Chang Geng stares up at the ceiling, and almost doesn't register what's happening as real. How many hallucinations and night terrors have veered in this direction? But when it does, as he focuses on the dull throb of pain from his ribs, his hand, he takes a deep breath and sighs heavily. Luckily he's already covered in blood and gore - what's a little extra. ]
We don't have time for this. [ He sounds so unimpressed and dead inside, and this is basically said up to the crying woman above them. He looks back down at the case, especially since trying to break it doesn't seem to do anything. Fine. He'll pick the wall opposite to the one that they came in through, scanning the room for any other weird things that stand out as he goes, reaching out, touching the wall where the word appears to check it out. ]
[ Ah, yes. The poison. He's not shy or waifish, but he simply doesn't want to deal with that right now. ]
Perhaps death is preferable.
[ So he doesn't, and they don't really have an opportunity regardless. The blood starts filling the room, washing over them, and the room is already dark—he looks around anyway, eyes narrowed. Unbelievably, he still kind of wants to laugh, but. ]
Are we supposed to lament? [ Please just let there be some other clue sticking out or on the ceiling. ]
Come now, come now, I'm sure you don't want to die? After we've come so far? With the Xin Mo sword, Binghe can take the world as he deserves, mmm?
[And yeah, that is a lot of blood! How cozy! And lament? Sure. Why not. There doesn't seem to be a lot of options right now. Maybe this will be the thing that puts his B-points to zero, but...]
[Limbo bends down to place a hand against the glass, his voice lifting up in a loud wail. You know, for an act...there's a sense that part of it does seem bordering on...genuine?]
Ohhh! All of us, almost doomed! All of us, in the demonic realm, so close and yet so far from our task!!! Are we unlucky? Is this fair? We are but humble disciples, yes? Ohhhh, please! Please!! We've come through so much!! This Seimei, encountering death and loss at every turn, can they truly be able to achieve the victory they seek with the rest? Can they stand alongside their fellow disciples and understand power, move past futility? Woe! Woe is me!! Woe is us!!!
[ just before limbo starts, a voice echoes through the chamber. ]
“Luo Binghe, you’re a bastard, did you know that?”
[ that's shen qingqiu's voice. cruel, each word enunciated. the bloody rain picks up - there's a bizarrely echoing sound of footsteps, and then a terrifyingly loud scream that comes from shen qingqiu; it dissolves into laughter, after, but then the voice keeps talking. ]
Luo Binghe, it is thanks to me that you have today, so why are you not thanking me – in fact, quite the contrary, why are you so incapable of telling good from bad? You really are a thankless little bastard hahahaha…
[ the second voice comes at a whisper. it's sinister sounding - a cruel, silent fury laced in every phrase. ] You want to die? You can’t expect it to really be that easy. Shizun, after all the evil things you’ve done throughout your life, hurting those hostile towards you, hurting those with no malice whatsoever towards you, barely clinging to life and still able to throw a zhangmen in with the lot....
If you don’t die a little slowly, get a chance to suffer all the misery everyone else did, how else could you make it up to them?
[ there's a horrified gasp coming from shen qingqiu's voice, and the rain picks up in speed, now bringing the bloodied water up to their knees. ish. limbo's tall.
...however, it seems to stop completely when limbo starts talking? for a good ten seconds.
...and then it picks up, twice as hard as before, droplets huge, as the woman's voice continues to cry, lament, lament, lament!
[ Chang Geng is now roleplaying Snow with sheer levels of exhaustion. The lamenting continues from the woman, and Limbo joins her, and it's the most over the top thing he's heard in a long while now.
And then it stops.
His gaze flicks up to the ceiling again when the wailing stops. He feels the ridiculousness of the moment sink in even further, before bringing his hand up to massage his forehead. ]
... fine. Is that what it's going to take? [ A group effort in apparently lamenting, too? It starts out very simple, if a little strained, because of the sincerity in five words. ] I want to go home. The capital is under siege, and for all I know, yifu is buried under the rubble of the walls he was trying to defend. When the battle began, that could very well be the last I'll ever see of him - so if we can get out of this, instead of wallowing in despair, I want to make sure it isn't the last.
[ Instead of him wasting his time with someone else's revenge scheme and listening to this incessant sobbing. ]
[ It feels like the poison's settled in his bones, because he still can't seem to quite catch his breath from all that laughter, and the weight of his own body is now starting to feel almost too heavy to keep up.
But he doesn't sway under the weight of it as the room wails at them to lament (a command that grates at him), and judging from Limbo's performance, it doesn't have to be wholly sincere to count. His expression is flinty throughout the various cries and insults that echo through the room, and by the end of it all his expression drops. ]
Lament what? What a farce this all is?
[ It's not exactly grief. He speaks firmly but barely raises his voice; his body language is restrained but the anger in his eyes is not, like the constant simmer of a star, burning itself to death.
It's the closest approximation to sadness that he can manage, which is its neighbor: bitterness. He was forced to laugh—he can't be forced to cry. ]
I regret nothing but the time I've been made to waste. I grieve that we've been put through these inane paces to follow the beats of a story that aren't our own. I lament that we've trailed the years of a man who doesn't have the will to stand for himself if not for revenge—that I might die at the end of this and still not see the point of it all. [ Because as far as he can see, there isn't one. They haven't made a difference here. They're just pieces in someone's stupid game—he supposes that's something worth lamenting. ]
[Of course its over the top. Everything about Limbo is, to compensate for.....well.]
[Something that isn't actually there?]
[But with the others joining in, Limbo's performance (with again, that weird edge of sincerity) rises, once more.]
Yes, yes! Mourn what may never be! Lament your chosen roles! Oh, Binghe, fallen into darkness, out of revenge! We'll mourn you too, hmm! Ah, please! Nothing more! We have experienced too much! Our victory is in sight, and yet so...so out of touch!
[He lets out a low noise. Gesturing to the woman above.]
Oh, what she does reflects what we all feel! The despair in our hearts, unable to be escaped! Alas! Alas. We may experience a fate worse than death.
[ wow guys i give you a chance to bitch out the system!!!
by the time it gets to limbo, everyone is more or less treading water in blood - the room is filling rapidly, and the viscous state of the blood tears makes it difficult to move. in fact, the shortest member of the party may find themselves being swept under --
but in a moment, all of the water just disappears.
the glass case underneath the group that held the xin mo sword is now open; the sword, pulsating an ominous black qi, practically begs to be picked up. and when one of them grabs the handle, a couple of things happen.
the first is that their surroundings seem to flicker; for a moment, the three of them are standing in what looks like a king's chamber, and sitting in a black chair is luo binghe, with at least five or six women fawning at his side. just sitting, he practically oozes power, the very face of a man who is on top of the world. all of his attention is forward, though, looking at a miserable creature in a pickle jar. actually... further inspection may make it clear that that's shen qingqiu - and he's still alive. his head lolls backwards; from this angle, it looks like he's maybe just a torso in there? and though nothing else in the room reacts to their presence, shen qingqiu suddenly regards the group with one eye, the other one clouded over and blinded.
he then opens his mouth, and...starts talking. the voice coming out of his mouth definitely belongs to that stern shizun, but it... ]
I understand what LZ is feeling. I’ve been reading through this novel lately, it’s so damn long, long and pumped full of filler.
I’ve never seen villains with a lower IQ than the ones in this book, a model example of ‘cannon fodder has an IQ of 40 and the protagonist has an IQ of 60’, it’s like the author went on a 24-hour face-slapping craze without losing steam. Most of the female protagonists are stupid flower vases, and you don’t even push down Liu Mingyan, the only righteous one? You don’t push down the rightful empress, are you fucking kidding me? If Airplane has ever had a girlfriend, I’ll eat this book raw.
And the writing style is incomparably terrible, each time a woman appears it’s “her soft chest trembled”, trembling my ass, you could at least try a different phrase, a different word would be fine ah? Serious question, who taught Airplane this elementary-schooler level writing?
At least the portrayal of the male lead was alright, the transformation from innocent and upstanding to hateful and sinister was detailed and natural, debts of kindness and grudges were paid off, those who should have been killed were mercilessly killed. Seeing the soft and whiny type of male lead just makes me want to slap him in the face. Bing-ge deserves that ‘ge’, he’s cool enough and blackened enough, I like it, haha!
[ guess you aren't the only one with feelings about proud immortal demon way, guys!
all of a sudden, the xin mo sword starts to shake, and the black energy curling off of it turns red. it forces the beholder to slash through the air - and a portal opens, as all three of you tumble through it, falling face first into the snow just outside of the lodge. you're still just as injured as you were in that other place, but you're back in your own clothes, and any weapons you found or magic you had is gone now.
and yet, as you sit up and try to get your bearings, you might hear a very, very familiar ping. ]
【 Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Important things should be said three times! ＼(￣▽￣)／ Players have successfully completed the DLC. Tabulating B-Points...
TEAM TOTAL: 245 POINTS MISSION CLEAR RANKING: D: YOU TRIED COOLNESS RANKING: ★★★ MVP: LIMBO
Users will find their rewards in their stockings.
Reminder! Reminder! Returning to your world will not heal your injuries. The System is not responsible for any deaths incurred after the fact or during. Thank you for playing! ＼(￣▽￣)／ 】
[ and then, the little green screens finally vanish.
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Pain is grounding. Familiar.
(He has never been thankful for this curse in his life, but he'll reflect on that later.)
The eyeball is abandoned, because as he gets to his feet with blood in his mouth from his tongue and his hand, he hears the System's warning and penalization when Limbo tries to turn the key in the door. With effort, he moves over to Lucilius - and with less effort, picks him up to cart him over to where their clown awaits them. ]
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On the plus side, he's pretty easily hefted up since he isn't flailing around or fighting it, just covering his face as he laughs himself hoarse. ]
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[THE GALL! THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH.]
[Limbo turns away, their frame shaking with downright evil-sounding laughter. But as before, a clown is used to laughter. This is just his life 24/7, even though he really hates, hates the idea that he's losing.]
[He spreads his arms wide for Lucilius.]
Please! Hahahaha! I can carry our dear poisoned friend for you!! A friend indeed is a friend in need, yes? Hahahahahaha!
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anyway everyone except sourpuss satan rolled successfully enough that this time when they approach the door, the key clicks into the lock, and the door opens. ]
CHECKPOINT COMPLETED: HALL OF DELIGHT!
+ 10 Points!
New character asset obtained for - Chang Geng - Coolness Points! + 20 B Points!
Lucilius Learned to Laugh!: +5 points
Limbo: +10 Points for Team Mindset
[ terrible.
the screaming laughter stops, and the door shuts behind the group, leaving them in a nice, peaceful silence. the hallway they've entered is very similar to the one before - this has floors of solid black jade, and pillars that again reach the ceiling, which is much smaller than the room before it - barely two feet over limbo's head. dark blue curtains line the walls, made of soft silk, and everything in comparison to this place seems muted.
walking into the hallway, the group will notice a large section of the floor appears to be glass? and inside, is something shiny. time to investigate this room.
where would you like to look? ]
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Let's just - go. [ fuck u he's not going to laugh ] Before it deducts more points.
[ Once that door is slammed shut behind them is a brief moment of relief, although he moves to deposit his twink cargo on the floor where they stand so that he can squeeze the bitemark on his hand, eyes closed. A beat, two, three, and then he exhales and opens his eyes again, walking forward to where the floor becomes glass. What's up what's going on down here, babe, he is not stepping on it or any further. ]
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Maybe the system has a self-destruct sequence he can activate? ]
There— [ He swallows down a chuckle. Something shiny! They go. ]
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[says the clown that was about to abandon them all like thirty seconds ago]
Also. Lucilius, my offer still stands from before, hm? You will die, you know, from that dreadful poison...
[Yes, he is still on that. But anyways, to the room! He'll follow after Chang Geng to see what's in the glass.]
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while the group is pondering the case, lucilius (thanks rng) will feel something wet drip down, right onto the tip of his nose. it's bright red! weird.
drip, drip.
more red droplets, one now for both limbo and chang geng, too. you all have bright red noses now. you know, like clowns.
...no, but, actually. looking up, to find the source of the red will show, directly over their heads, another painting! it's another woman, her brows tightly knit together, her mouth closed and pulled together into a sorrowful frown.
drip, drip.
it seems the red drops are coming directly from the painting's eyes, and when the painting's face has been acknowledged, she begins to weep, harder and harder, until a low, moaning sob starts to fill the hall.
there's a click sound, that sounds suspiciously like a lock turning in place.
and then the small, steady droplets turn into a torrential downfall of red, bloody rain, starting to rapidly fill the small hallway. in a matter of seconds, the bloody water is up to their ankles, and the woman's voice sobs, ]
Lament! Lament! Lament!
[ and the word "LAMENT" appears in dark black lettering on each wall in the room. ]
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Cool.
Chang Geng stares up at the ceiling, and almost doesn't register what's happening as real. How many hallucinations and night terrors have veered in this direction? But when it does, as he focuses on the dull throb of pain from his ribs, his hand, he takes a deep breath and sighs heavily. Luckily he's already covered in blood and gore - what's a little extra. ]
We don't have time for this. [ He sounds so unimpressed and dead inside, and this is basically said up to the crying woman above them. He looks back down at the case, especially since trying to break it doesn't seem to do anything. Fine. He'll pick the wall opposite to the one that they came in through, scanning the room for any other weird things that stand out as he goes, reaching out, touching the wall where the word appears to check it out. ]
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Perhaps death is preferable.
[ So he doesn't, and they don't really have an opportunity regardless. The blood starts filling the room, washing over them, and the room is already dark—he looks around anyway, eyes narrowed. Unbelievably, he still kind of wants to laugh, but. ]
Are we supposed to lament? [ Please just let there be some other clue sticking out or on the ceiling. ]
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[And yeah, that is a lot of blood! How cozy! And lament? Sure. Why not. There doesn't seem to be a lot of options right now. Maybe this will be the thing that puts his B-points to zero, but...]
[Limbo bends down to place a hand against the glass, his voice lifting up in a loud wail. You know, for an act...there's a sense that part of it does seem bordering on...genuine?]
Ohhh! All of us, almost doomed! All of us, in the demonic realm, so close and yet so far from our task!!! Are we unlucky? Is this fair? We are but humble disciples, yes? Ohhhh, please! Please!! We've come through so much!! This Seimei, encountering death and loss at every turn, can they truly be able to achieve the victory they seek with the rest? Can they stand alongside their fellow disciples and understand power, move past futility? Woe! Woe is me!! Woe is us!!!
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“Luo Binghe, you’re a bastard, did you know that?”
[ that's shen qingqiu's voice. cruel, each word enunciated. the bloody rain picks up - there's a bizarrely echoing sound of footsteps, and then a terrifyingly loud scream that comes from shen qingqiu; it dissolves into laughter, after, but then the voice keeps talking. ]
Luo Binghe, it is thanks to me that you have today, so why are you not thanking me – in fact, quite the contrary, why are you so incapable of telling good from bad? You really are a thankless little bastard hahahaha…
[ the second voice comes at a whisper. it's sinister sounding - a cruel, silent fury laced in every phrase. ] You want to die? You can’t expect it to really be that easy. Shizun, after all the evil things you’ve done throughout your life, hurting those hostile towards you, hurting those with no malice whatsoever towards you, barely clinging to life and still able to throw a zhangmen in with the lot....
If you don’t die a little slowly, get a chance to suffer all the misery everyone else did, how else could you make it up to them?
[ there's a horrified gasp coming from shen qingqiu's voice, and the rain picks up in speed, now bringing the bloodied water up to their knees. ish. limbo's tall.
...however, it seems to stop completely when limbo starts talking? for a good ten seconds.
...and then it picks up, twice as hard as before, droplets huge, as the woman's voice continues to cry, lament, lament, lament!
team mode ]
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And then it stops.
His gaze flicks up to the ceiling again when the wailing stops. He feels the ridiculousness of the moment sink in even further, before bringing his hand up to massage his forehead. ]
... fine. Is that what it's going to take? [ A group effort in apparently lamenting, too? It starts out very simple, if a little strained, because of the sincerity in five words. ] I want to go home. The capital is under siege, and for all I know, yifu is buried under the rubble of the walls he was trying to defend. When the battle began, that could very well be the last I'll ever see of him - so if we can get out of this, instead of wallowing in despair, I want to make sure it isn't the last.
[ Instead of him wasting his time with someone else's revenge scheme and listening to this incessant sobbing. ]
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But he doesn't sway under the weight of it as the room wails at them to lament (a command that grates at him), and judging from Limbo's performance, it doesn't have to be wholly sincere to count. His expression is flinty throughout the various cries and insults that echo through the room, and by the end of it all his expression drops. ]
Lament what? What a farce this all is?
[ It's not exactly grief. He speaks firmly but barely raises his voice; his body language is restrained but the anger in his eyes is not, like the constant simmer of a star, burning itself to death.
It's the closest approximation to sadness that he can manage, which is its neighbor: bitterness. He was forced to laugh—he can't be forced to cry. ]
I regret nothing but the time I've been made to waste. I grieve that we've been put through these inane paces to follow the beats of a story that aren't our own. I lament that we've trailed the years of a man who doesn't have the will to stand for himself if not for revenge—that I might die at the end of this and still not see the point of it all. [ Because as far as he can see, there isn't one. They haven't made a difference here. They're just pieces in someone's stupid game—he supposes that's something worth lamenting. ]
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[Something that isn't actually there?]
[But with the others joining in, Limbo's performance (with again, that weird edge of sincerity) rises, once more.]
Yes, yes! Mourn what may never be! Lament your chosen roles! Oh, Binghe, fallen into darkness, out of revenge! We'll mourn you too, hmm! Ah, please! Nothing more! We have experienced too much! Our victory is in sight, and yet so...so out of touch!
[He lets out a low noise. Gesturing to the woman above.]
Oh, what she does reflects what we all feel! The despair in our hearts, unable to be escaped! Alas! Alas. We may experience a fate worse than death.
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by the time it gets to limbo, everyone is more or less treading water in blood - the room is filling rapidly, and the viscous state of the blood tears makes it difficult to move. in fact, the shortest member of the party may find themselves being swept under --
but in a moment, all of the water just disappears.
the glass case underneath the group that held the xin mo sword is now open; the sword, pulsating an ominous black qi, practically begs to be picked up. and when one of them grabs the handle, a couple of things happen.
the first is that their surroundings seem to flicker; for a moment, the three of them are standing in what looks like a king's chamber, and sitting in a black chair is luo binghe, with at least five or six women fawning at his side. just sitting, he practically oozes power, the very face of a man who is on top of the world. all of his attention is forward, though, looking at a miserable creature in a pickle jar. actually... further inspection may make it clear that that's shen qingqiu - and he's still alive. his head lolls backwards; from this angle, it looks like he's maybe just a torso in there? and though nothing else in the room reacts to their presence, shen qingqiu suddenly regards the group with one eye, the other one clouded over and blinded.
he then opens his mouth, and...starts talking. the voice coming out of his mouth definitely belongs to that stern shizun, but it... ]
I understand what LZ is feeling. I’ve been reading through this novel lately, it’s so damn long, long and pumped full of filler.
I’ve never seen villains with a lower IQ than the ones in this book, a model example of ‘cannon fodder has an IQ of 40 and the protagonist has an IQ of 60’, it’s like the author went on a 24-hour face-slapping craze without losing steam. Most of the female protagonists are stupid flower vases, and you don’t even push down Liu Mingyan, the only righteous one? You don’t push down the rightful empress, are you fucking kidding me? If Airplane has ever had a girlfriend, I’ll eat this book raw.
And the writing style is incomparably terrible, each time a woman appears it’s “her soft chest trembled”, trembling my ass, you could at least try a different phrase, a different word would be fine ah? Serious question, who taught Airplane this elementary-schooler level writing?
At least the portrayal of the male lead was alright, the transformation from innocent and upstanding to hateful and sinister was detailed and natural, debts of kindness and grudges were paid off, those who should have been killed were mercilessly killed. Seeing the soft and whiny type of male lead just makes me want to slap him in the face. Bing-ge deserves that ‘ge’, he’s cool enough and blackened enough, I like it, haha!
[ guess you aren't the only one with feelings about proud immortal demon way, guys!
all of a sudden, the xin mo sword starts to shake, and the black energy curling off of it turns red. it forces the beholder to slash through the air - and a portal opens, as all three of you tumble through it, falling face first into the snow just outside of the lodge. you're still just as injured as you were in that other place, but you're back in your own clothes, and any weapons you found or magic you had is gone now.
and yet, as you sit up and try to get your bearings, you might hear a very, very familiar ping. ]
【 Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Important things should be said three times! ＼(￣▽￣)／ Players have successfully completed the DLC. Tabulating B-Points...
TEAM TOTAL: 245 POINTS
MISSION CLEAR RANKING: D: YOU TRIED
COOLNESS RANKING: ★★★
MVP: LIMBO
Users will find their rewards in their stockings.
Reminder! Reminder! Returning to your world will not heal your injuries. The System is not responsible for any deaths incurred after the fact or during. Thank you for playing! ＼(￣▽￣)／ 】
[ and then, the little green screens finally vanish.
you did it! ]