I manage female characters in all the heavens.

The surrounding colors and light and shadows spun and flickered at a nauseating speed, and occasionally a sharp, piercing noise, like electrical feedback, would reach her ears, making her temples throb.

She even felt that this mental transmission process was longer than a whole week of riding a roller coaster.

Finally, the dizzying feeling of floating dissipated, and her feet touched solid ground again.

She opened her eyes and found herself standing in a vast sea of ​​flowers.

The sky was a warm and soft orange-pink, and beneath my feet was soft green grass that reached above my ankles, with colorful flowers everywhere in sight, and the air was filled with a sweet floral fragrance.

The scenery is beautiful.

But Maido wasn't in the mood to appreciate it at all.

She suddenly bent over, bracing herself on her knees with her hands, and let out a violent retch.

Although she was a spirit and her stomach was empty, the extreme dizziness and nausea drove her body to instinctively vomit.

She gagged several times, tears streaming down her face, before she finally managed to catch her breath.

She straightened up, wiped non-existent stains from the corners of her mouth with her sleeve, and took a few deep breaths to suppress the nausea.

"Damn it... I'm going to give Xia Dou and the others a piece of my mind when I get out of here. Did they even follow my wiring instructions? They almost made my brains spin!" she cursed angrily.

Then, she finally had time to examine the full picture of this spiritual world.

The sea of ​​flowers stretched to the horizon, shimmering with a soft hue under the orange-pink sunlight.

In the distance stands a three-story building with white walls and a red roof, with wisps of smoke rising from its chimney, and clothes fluttering in the wind on a clothesline in the yard.

It appears peaceful and beautiful—but beneath this warm facade lurks deadly danger and falsehood.

Her gaze swept past the tranquil pastoral scene and precisely captured two figures locked in a fierce battle amidst a distant sea of ​​flowers.

One big and one small.

She recognized the larger one at a glance; it was Ulan Aodeng.

He held a gun in one hand, his body covered in knife wounds, his clothes stained dark brown with blood, his movements were visibly sluggish, each swing of the gun was accompanied by heavy breathing, and he staggered as if he might fall at any moment.

And his opponent—

Maido narrowed her eyes slightly.

It was a girl of about fifteen years old, wearing a red sweatshirt similar to the one she was wearing at the moment, and with her hair in a ponytail.

That face was clearly her own, or rather, her own face a few years older, almost the same as when Maiduo appeared in the show.

Evelyn.

She uses Maido's image in this spiritual world as her own body, making the most of Old Deng's reluctance to let go.

She held a gleaming longsword, its blade flashing like a burst of snow, each strike precise and ruthless, aimed directly at Wulan Aodeng's vitals.

"Tsk, Old Deng got beaten up badly." Maido pouted.

Instead of rushing to help immediately, she closed her eyes, focused her mind, and sensed the state of her spiritual body.

Having entered this spiritual world in that manner, is her spiritual body intact? Are her abilities limited? Was Evelysa's mental blockade of this world effective against her?

A moment later, she opened her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips.

The mental state was exceptionally good.

Not only is her structure stable and her thinking clear, but also her mental strength—

Maido could clearly perceive that the mental barrier that Evelyn covered the outer edge of this mental world was like a thin layer of mist in front of her.

She didn't even need to deliberately confront it; simply standing there, her refined spiritual power naturally caused the "mist" to give way, daring not to approach her even slightly.

Although she has never specifically trained her mental strength, her soul has been tempered, strengthened, and accumulated in each world-managed session, far exceeding the comprehension of ordinary ability users.

As an ability user who abandoned her physical body and existed only in spiritual form for several years, Evelyn's mental strength was already quite powerful.

But compared to someone like Maiduo who's a total stunner, she's still a level below.

It is precisely because of this disparity that almost all of Evelyn's psychological methods are ineffective against her.

"It seems that the rules of the spiritual world are still ruled by the strong, and I happen to be terrifyingly strong!"

"Maido" muttered to herself, then strode off toward the distant battlefield.

She didn't rush to run or hide herself; instead, she approached step by step with a calm and unhurried pace.

Time in the spiritual world is chaotic and disordered. The battle between the two has lasted for an unknown amount of time. Ulan Aodeng is covered in wounds and is in critical condition.

When she reached a point about fifty meters from the battlefield, the outcome was finally decided.

clang--!

A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out!

Under Evelyn's relentless onslaught, the steel spear in Ulan Aodeng's hand was finally knocked away with a precise slash!

The spear flew out of his hand, spinning in the air in a high parabola before flying dozens of meters away and clattering into the soil deep in the sea of ​​flowers, the shaft still humming and vibrating.

Ulan Aodeng himself staggered back a few steps under the enormous impact of that slash, leaving him wide open!

A cold glint flashed in Evelyn's eyes, and she moved with lightning speed, her long sword transforming into a silver streak as she swept out!

puff!

The blade grazed Ulan Aodeng's chest, tearing through his tattered clothes and flesh, raising a cloud of blood!

Ulan Aodeng let out a muffled groan, his whole body flying backward, crashing heavily into the flower bushes, rolling a few times, and finally lying on his back.

Blood gushed from the wound in his chest, instantly staining the surrounding grass and petals red.

His breathing became extremely weak, and his eyes began to glaze over. He struggled a few times, but could no longer get up.

My strength was rapidly fading, my vision was beginning to blur, and I could hear Evelyn's unhurried footsteps approaching.

The sea of ​​flowers is still beautiful, the sky is still a gentle orange-pink, and the wind still carries the fragrance of flowers as it gently blows through this quiet world, creating a moment of poignant beauty.

Evelyn walked up to him, looking down at him, the long sword in her hand pointing diagonally at the ground, its tip still dripping with his blood.

"I really don't know whether to call you brave or stupid," she said slowly, her tone a mix of mockery and genuine confusion.

"Knowing full well that the chances are slim, you still insist on coming to save your stupid son, putting yourself in this deadly situation. Is it worth it?"

“If it were me, I would never make that choice. Sons and daughters are just tools, no different from anyone else. If they die, they die. It’s not worth risking my life.”

Ulan Aodeng lay on his back among the flowers, gazing at the sky that would never darken, and suddenly laughed.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it made Evelyn frown slightly.

"What are you laughing at?" Her voice turned cold.

“I’m laughing at you…” Ulan Aodeng coughed twice, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his smile didn’t fade.

"You clearly have such great abilities, so many subordinates, and a daughter, yet in the end, you've fallen to this state. Has anyone wanted to come to your rescue? Has anyone shed a single tear for you?"

"Your subordinates, your daughter, probably all wish you would die sooner, so they could break free from your control and regain their freedom."

"In this world, besides yourself, who else are you?"

Evelyn's eyes narrowed slightly, and her fingers tightened around the knife. She was no different from Jiu Feng, and Jiu Ge was naturally considered her daughter as well.

Her pupils trembled slightly, and her fingers gripping the knife hilt tightened abruptly, making a cracking sound.

Ulan Aodeng continued, his voice weak, yet each word sharp as a knife:

“I lost, and I’m about to die, but it doesn’t matter. I have friends outside who will try to save me, worry about my situation, and be saddened by my death.”

“I have a daughter. Although that brat criticizes me behind my back every day and even points a gun at my head, I know she will inherit my marksmanship, my will, and my spirit, and live a good life.”

"She will remember me, her incompetent father, and perhaps she will occasionally burn some paper money for me when she visits my grave."

"And you—"

He stared at Evelyn's eyes, which were beginning to redden:

"You have no friends, no one who truly loves you, and no one who would give their life for you."

"You've even lost your physical body, and you can only live like a parasite, clinging to other people's bodies and surviving by devouring them."

He grinned, his mouth full of blood, but there was a triumphant gleam in his smile:

You have nothing.

These words were like igniting a powder keg in Evelyn's chest.

Her face darkened completely in that instant, and a complex flame, a mixture of anger, resentment, and a stinging sense of shame, burned in her eyes.

Jiu Feng's memories and emotions are now inextricably linked to her.

Jiu Feng was ruthless and decisive throughout his life, but in some lonely nights, he would occasionally feel a loneliness and jealousy that he himself was unwilling to admit, jealous of those who had loving family, companions, and bonds.

Ulan Aodeng's words were like a rusty, blunt knife, piercing with unerring accuracy into a wound she had never shown to anyone before.

"you wanna die."

Evelyn's voice was as cold as if she had been pulled out of an ice cellar. She raised her long sword high, concentrating all her strength and killing intent on the blade.

“I will cut you into ten thousand pieces, so that every fragment of your spirit will vanish from this world. You and your son will soon be reunited in the void.”

"And I will rise again, stepping over your corpses!"

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The long sword fell with the force to cleave through everything!

This strike can easily sever flesh and bone, severing a head that is powerless to resist.

but!

At this critical moment—

A steel spear more than three meters long, like a silver dragon piercing out of the void, came at an incredibly precise angle.

It was the spear that Ao Deng had thrown away!

The spear tip struck the weakest point on the side of Evelyn's blade with perfect precision, using an extremely small point of force to completely deflect the unstoppable blade light!

Clang!

The blade grazed past Ulan Aodeng's ear, slicing off a few strands of hair before slashing it into the nearby soil.