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Chapter 143. Successfully Escaped the Stalemate
"puff--"

The final, powerful punch pierced the fish-headed man's chest.

The sticky, cracking sound echoed hollowly on the platform.

Jiang Jianxin slowly withdrew his arm, bringing out a string of viscous fluid mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Her right arm was already soaked in foul-smelling bodily fluids, with murky liquid dripping continuously from her sleeve. Her blouse and trouser legs were splattered with dark brown bloodstains, spreading out like ink stains across the fabric.

The pile of wreckage beneath their feet was still twitching slightly—the severed fish tail was nervously pounding the ground, and the turbid eyeballs in the shattered fragments of the fish head were still moving.

The entire platform seemed to have turned into some kind of bizarre seafood slaughterhouse, with a stench so strong it was almost tangible.

"Tick..."

A drop of viscous fluid fell from her chin, creating tiny ripples in the pool of blood.

Jiang Jianxin wiped his face and casually sat down by the wall.

She destroyed three or four at first, then more than a dozen murlocs emerged from the shadows. Fortunately, she was strong enough to perfectly withstand the overwhelming attack from the crowd.

Having escaped the life-or-death crisis, Jiang Jianxin should have felt relieved and relaxed, but for some reason, she felt a deep sense of fatigue rising from her throat, accompanied by an uncomfortable dizziness and nausea.

[You've gotten covered in slime; you're about to transform into a fish-man.]

Intuition suddenly prompted me.

These words sent a chill down Jiang Jianxin's spine. She felt a slight tingling sensation in her arm, and upon closer inspection, she indeed saw silver scales shimmering with light.

His mind grew increasingly heavy, with only his intuition remaining clear. Jiang Jianxin took a deep breath, glanced at the slime covering his body from the battle, and mustered his strength to vigorously brush it off.

Stop trying to remove it, it's all stuck together, it's useless.

Intuition coldly echoed in my mind.

Jiang Jianxin leaned weakly against the wall, asking himself:

What should I do?

The Sword Master's power was sealed for some unknown reason, and the Boxer's power, which uses the White Diary, will be corrupted. At the start, you encounter a bunch of fishmen, and no matter which choice you make, it's a dead end.

The scales were spreading upwards from her arm, and Jiang Jianxin felt the pulsating soft flesh on her neck again.

A feeling of despair, which I hadn't felt in a long time, washed over me like a tidal wave.

[It's not a big problem, just die and it'll be fine.]

Intuition responds quickly.

【? 】

Jiang Jianxin felt his head growing increasingly dizzy and was somewhat incredulous.

How could you be so cruel as to just kill me like that?

Intuition slowly churned in my mind, raising a question mark:
【?what's on your mind?】

It usually lies flat, but today it was unusually patient as it replied to her:

Haven't you realized you've hit a deadlock?

For you... death is the best way to "escape being stuck."

Jiang Jianxin ignored it. After all, who would want to die? She was a young sword master, in the prime of her life, and had not yet had the chance to realize her ambitions. Her will to live was extremely strong.

At this moment, she pressed her sticky arm close to the white diary, wanting to test whether the diary's healing power could stop the mutation.

However, the green healing power flowing from the diary made the scales even brighter and shinier—clearly unable to prevent the mutation.

Jiang Jianxin sat there blankly, trying to think of a solution, when he suddenly felt a familiar, huge pushing force coming towards him.

"boom--"

The force was strong enough to push her off the platform.

"Buzz—" A dull tremor came from deep within the tunnel, as the subway was entering the station in the distance.

The rails began to vibrate violently, and small gravel bounced on the tracks, making a soft "clicking" sound.

The ear-piercing metallic scraping sound grew louder as it approached, accompanied by the shrill whistling of high-pressure airflow tearing through the tunnel. Two beams of pale headlights pierced the darkness, casting shimmering spots of light on the damp walls.

Although Jiang Jianxin was pushed off by a great force, he stood steadily on the railway tracks below the platform.

Hearing the subway entering the station and the bright light flashing on the wall, she immediately braced herself against the edge of the platform with one hand, trying to climb up.

"Om-"

That force struck again, like an invisible hand, slamming her back onto the track.

Amidst the flying debris, she looked up and saw the blinding headlights piercing the darkness, like the eyes of death drawing ever closer.

The heavy wheels rolled over the seams of the rails, and the film of water on the front of the train shimmered blue-green under the bright light, like flowing liquid glass.

Through the distorted water, one could vaguely see countless silvery-white figures clinging to the glass inside the carriage, their fish tails splashing out fine sprays of water.

"boom----"

The roar of the subway was almost upon her, and the stench from its wheels whipped up her hair.

Just at this critical moment, a black magic circle with dark gold patterns suddenly bloomed before their eyes.

—That was the "blessing" that Edric gave her during the Zhenbeicheng incident, which brought her back from the dead.

But this "blessing" was somewhat different from the ones we had seen before—Edric's was like a simplified version, while this one was more complex and noble.

"puff……"

Before Jiang Jianxin could even open her eyes, the golden light in the center of the magic array, like a sword of judgment, pierced precisely through her heart.

In the instant the excruciating pain struck, she vaguely saw a person in a white, semi-transparent robe standing on the platform, holding an umbrella, watching her body shatter into golden light and finally disappear into the yellow earth.

"..."

Jiang Jianxin opened his eyes, but the darkness he had expected did not descend.

The instant the golden light pierced her heart, Jiang Jianxin felt a light, detaching sensation. Her consciousness slid out of her body as smoothly as silk, like drawing a long-sheathed sword.

The process was incredibly smooth, without any pauses, and even my intuition was still whispering in my head:

See... I told you you needed to break free from this deadlock...

[You don't believe me, you don't believe me, you don't believe me... How dare you not believe me!]

【…】

【No, I removed my card, why are you still here?】

Jiang Jianxin paused in mid-air for a long while before reacting with shock and asking Intuition.

She remembered that this guy had the basic ability of the Light faction. Logically speaking, shouldn't abilities be attached to the body?

How can it talk even though it has no body?

Intuition told me what she was thinking, and I replied to her almost instantly:
[I'm outside the realm, but the people of the Light faction have a good signal and can receive my messages—so your loss of a physical body doesn't affect me.]

It paused, then added:

[...Actually, without your body, my porn site turned green, and I can talk to you more now.]

Jiang Jianxin remained silent for a while.

For some reason, she had always firmly believed that intuition was an ability that was inherent in the body.

Only the leader of the Light faction can hold this position; other factions cannot. Therefore, it has become a basic ability of the Light faction.

Unexpectedly, her intuition told her today that it was actually a signal transmitter.

The only problem is that the network quality of the Guangming receiver is good... so the message can be transmitted?