Love, Gun, Cupid

A pair of wings unfolded behind the corpse, enveloping it and protecting it from Korobochka's attacks while simultaneously modifying the corpse. When it reappeared, the corpse that once belonged to Rosa had merged with Ragnar's consciousness.

Explosions continued to come from the hospital, the floors shook from time to time, and the lights in the corridors flickered on and off, like a harbinger of an impending ghost attack in a horror movie.

Lin Jiade and Jasmine were in the orthopedics department. Their left and right arms were fractured, and Lin Jiade also had external injuries. Fortunately, the surgeons were there too. They had gathered together to treat the wounded on the battlefield.

"I never imagined I'd be able to help Long Zhong with bone setting one day," the orthopedic surgeon said with great enthusiasm.

"How long will it take me?" Jasmine asked.

"Given the constitution of dragons, it will take between half a month and a month. Human healing spells are not very useful for dragons; you can only rely on your own self-healing abilities for most of your injuries."

Jasmine snorted and didn't say anything. Humanity has made great progress in healing magic. A thousand years ago, they still used children's urine or bloodletting as part of the treatment. Now, they can replace every organ in the body and deploy nanobots to remove lesions. The special fathers in the Senate have extended their lives through a series of surgeries, exceeding the limits of human lifespan.

However, these healing spells are all applicable to humans, while there are very few medical spells applicable to the alien races under the Empire's rule. In addition, humans restrict the knowledge that alien races can learn, which means that the alien races are unable to use human healing spells, and they also lack the knowledge reserves to develop modern healing spells themselves.

Diamond Elves may be an exception. Humans have a history of sexual and enslavement of this race for two or three hundred years, a history that even humans themselves are ashamed to mention. Therefore, in the resources that humans allocate to other races, they have allocated them to Diamond Elves to an unreasonable degree, allowing them to enjoy the same level of medical care as humans.

Conversely, the more dangerous and violent dragon race doesn't receive this treatment. Putting aside the debate over stances, Jasmine believes that Ragnar has already pushed the dragon race to its limits within the Empire...

However, everyone is destined to have their own stance. Ragnar persecutes his already divided dragon brethren for his own benefit, while Molly cold-bloodedly kills her own blood brothers. And one day, she will even clash with Ragnar...

Jasmine finally regained her composure. She didn't want to be troubled by her past again. Lin Jiade looked back at her and said softly, "It's okay, leave the rest to me."

Such comforting between lovers is normal, but at this moment, Lin Jiade is stitching up his wounds. To ensure he can cope with the upcoming battle (if possible), he voluntarily requests not to use anesthetics or pain-blocking magic.

No matter how much the reed warbler trained him, it was impossible to make him disappear the objective pain. When the magic was used to reshape his broken bones, Lin Jiade felt no less pain than if his own arm had been broken again. His eyes were fixed on the ground, and salty sweat dripped from his forehead, blurring his vision.

After the bone setting, he still had to stitch up the wound. After finally catching his breath, the pain of wiping the wound with alcohol and the pain of the needle and thread piercing through the flesh caused sweat to flood his eyes again.

While he was talking to Jasmine, he wore a mask of pain, but Jasmine pretended not to see anything, maintaining her boyfriend's pride... a two-sided vanity.

"I'm a little thirsty," Lin Jiade said, looking at Mu Mian who was drinking glucose. "Could you get me something to drink?"

The doctor who stitched up his wound advised, "At this point, you can only drink some electrolyte solution."

"The kind used for IV drips?"

"Ah."

Kapok got Lin Jiade a bottle. He took a sip and stared blankly out the window. The battle near the hospital had stopped without him noticing. Now, only Gladiolus and an unknown creature, like a female demon from mythology, were fighting.

The wounded were brought in one after another, including the guardians of the holy land. Almost all of them were injured. Lin Jiade glanced at them and then walked out of the ward to make room for the wounded.

(Want to visit your former comrades?)

He sent a message to the ice cave, which replied with "No," and then another message popped up: "How are you?"

Lin Jiade briefly introduced her situation. Because it wasn't a face-to-face meeting, she was much bolder in the ice cave and frankly stated that she needed to replenish her energy.

Lin Jiade glanced at Jasmine. It would take her a while to process, and he really didn't want to trouble her. So he went to see the Ice Cave, intending to withdraw his savings and give them to the Ice Cave for supplies.

Dejected, Midas sat in the corridor, guarded by the guards who had been released from Rosa's control. Perhaps feeling guilty for their dereliction of duty, the guards were eager to make amends and stayed by his side every step of the way.

"How are my companions?" asked the Golden Stone.

"Huffing and peeing and Little Melon are dead, and Miniature Snowman... has also been captured." Lin Jiade glanced at the report on his phone. "I don't know about the others."

Turning gold into stone, he fell silent. Lin Jiade walked past him to the agreed-upon spot in the ice cave, where he saw Hehuan instead.

Chapter Ninety-Three: The Second Choice of Hehuan

After being defeated in the first battle against Di Tao, He Huan retreated to Lin Jiade's house. She collapsed on the sofa, her body, especially her hands, trembling uncontrollably.

She has lived for twenty-one years. In the past, her life as a superhuman was smooth sailing. Whenever a mission involved superhuman powers, she would just sit in the background as a mascot and still win, sharing the team's honor and resources.

A healthy and well-organized team needs someone to be the key player and someone to handle the rest, with clear priorities, a good balance of work and rest, and everyone fulfilling their responsibilities in order to maintain the team's normal operation and cohesion.

He Huan, who had no interest in this, was happy to play a supporting role, but today, this supporting role almost took over the task of the main flower, and thus faced the death risk that the main flowers often faced.

At the time, she felt nothing, but later, as she recalled the sharpness of Di Tao's sword, she became increasingly frightened. She knew she had to stop the fear from spreading, so she tried to stand up and get a glass of water.

Her mind was thinking this, but her body wasn't following suit. The moment she stood up, she stumbled and fell towards the ground. At that moment, a round arm reached out from the side and gently caught her.

She looked to the side, and Cupid's impressive heart-shaped eyes came into view. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but didn't know what to say. Du Juan helped her sit down, and the latter touched her cheek. The warm power flowed into her body, making He Huan wake up.

"Thank you, Lady Azalea." Hehuan bowed her head and said with slight anxiety, "Lin Jiade and the others are still fighting the enemy, please help them!"

“First, we can’t directly intervene in a fight between humans; second, I have confidence in his strength; third, my sister is watching the battle over there, and she is better at fighting than I am.”

Dujuan conjured a cup of celestial wine and handed it to Hehuan. Hehuan drank it all in one gulp, and her complexion improved. At this moment, Dujuan said, "On the contrary, I am more worried about you."

Hehuan was somewhat puzzled: "Me? I'm very safe here."

Du Juan beckoned, and the revolver she handed to He Huan appeared in her hand. He Huan's mind went blank for a moment, and many secondary issues in the life-or-death situation were ignored, such as the revolver she had lost at the scene.

She stammered, "I'm sorry, I lost it during the battle due to carelessness."

"What's wrong with this?" Dujuan opened the magazine and showed it to Hehuan. "This is what you should really be worried about."

When Hehuan saw that there was only one bullet left in the magazine, she finally remembered her promise to Dujuan, and her blood ran cold. Just as she was about to lose her senses again, Dujuan added insult to injury: "You still have about 20 hours, which is plenty of time, but you only have one bullet left. You need to make the most of it."

Du Juan loaded five bullets into her gun. The first four were used in the battle against Di Tao. At that time, He Huan was in a panic and wanted to put all her fighting power into Di Tao, so she didn't care about the proper use of these bullets.

Because of her cautious attitude, Di Tao managed to dodge the bullets by chance; otherwise, she would have been enslaved by He Huan immediately, and the battle situation would have been reversed instantly.

Regardless, Hehuan had to face the fact that she only had one bullet left. She held her head in her hands, remaining silent for a long time before she could catch her breath.

"There's still one bullet left, isn't there?" Hehuan feigned composure. "It's much better than being notified by the driver that something had happened at home and being rushed to the hospital under the pretext of treating a mental illness and being protected."

At least this time I have a choice, whereas last time, I couldn't do anything and could only watch helplessly..."

Hehuan stood up and ran to Weiying's side, only to find Weiying standing on a stool, observing the situation downstairs. Her eyebrows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed; by observing her expression, one could discern the battlefield situation.

Hehuan followed her gaze and witnessed the infighting between the Kapok and the Peach, as well as the rapidly changing situation in the multi-player battle between Lin Jiade and the enemy.

Lin Jiade and the Ice Cave worked together to kill one of the enemy's men, but the situation remained chaotic. Hehuan was very nervous, fearing that the enemy would send in new reinforcements.

At this moment, Wei Ying spoke up: "You should be able to see that the point of control is the male superhuman being controlled by that monster. That person's vision control skill either falls on Jasmine's head or Lin Jiade's head, preventing the two from connecting."

If he hadn't gotten in the way, Lin Jiade and Jasmine working together would have been enough to wipe them out... If someone could have dealt with that male superhuman at this moment, the entire course of the battle would have become clear.

"Why...why are you telling me this?"

Wei Ying looked at the gun in He Huan's pocket: "Because we celestial observers can only watch when faced with internal human conflicts."

Although I don't know why my sister gave you this, there's no doubt it will come in handy here, and you have the ability to change the course of the battle.

I won't force you, nor will I be so insensitive as to tell Lin Jiade what happened. I'm just curious what choices ordinary people would make in such a situation.

Subsequently, Wei Ying lost interest in He Huan, no longer paying attention or speaking to her, while He Huan watched the battle below, her heart trembling violently as she struggled with the fierce conflict between nobility and baseness, between teamwork and individual.

She first raised the muzzle of her gun, aiming at the motionless male superhuman below, but quickly lowered it again. A few seconds later, she raised her wrist a second time, shook her head slightly, and her face was full of pain.

"No...I can't..."

With Kapok and Peach gone, Hehuan's eyes were now only on the battle between Lin Jiade and Jasmine. Her breathing became rapid, and hyperventilation caused her heart and lungs to feel a tearing pain, leaving her mind foggy.

Whether it was her conscience that prevailed over selfishness, or she unconsciously moved her index finger due to excessive tension, she pulled the trigger. The bullet struck the male superhuman below, and the mark of submission was imprinted on him, thus allowing Hehuan to wrest control of the male superhuman from Iphigenia's hands.

She gave the order for the person to deprive the most threatening enemy member of their sight, then switched to regular bullets and fired a few more shots. Without checking the results, she turned and walked back. She bumped into a door frame, walked to the other side and bumped into a chair, stumbled forward, and finally leaned against the back of a sofa.

Then she saw the pistol in her hand. She threw it away as if she had seen a monster, but her fingers were already stiff, so the pistol seemed to be stuck to her hand and she couldn't shake it off no matter how hard she tried.

Finally, she managed to get it down, and it bounced and bumped into someone's ankle on the floor. Dujuan picked it up and smiled at Hehuan: "What a great sacrifice."

"Do not……"

"Then, according to the agreement, your power belongs to me."

Chapter Ninety-Four: An Ordinary Nightmare

Hehuan wanted to escape, but where could she escape to? Dujuan's long hair grew wildly, weaving itself into a cage that instantly covered Hehuan's vision.

Hehuan's voice trembled: "I... Lin Jiade..."

"You thought you could let me off the hook because of Lin Jiade? If it were last year, I might have done so." Du Juan said with regret. "Unfortunately, he was bewitched by another woman and no longer listens to me. In that case, he is no longer your savior."

Du Juan's hair entwined around He Huan's body, and she personally cupped He Huan's cheeks, opening her mouth to the trembling woman. Her snake-like mouth was filled with greed and insatiable thirst.

As the power of the Hehuan was drawn away from her body, she felt herself becoming weaker, her mind becoming dull, her skin no longer moist and smooth, and even her breasts were no longer full and firm.

The cost of losing her power was greater than Hehuan had imagined. Or rather, she realized then that her beauty and power were one and the same. After losing her power, many beauty problems, physical problems, odor problems, and even gynecological diseases would come to her in the rest of her life.

Seemingly sensing her thoughts, Du Juan smiled and said, "Not only that, but nowadays, ordinary schools will recommend that girls buy a book called 'A Woman's Life,' which tells the story of a woman's changes and troubles at each stage of her life, starting from infancy."

Your power freed you from those troubles, but once you lose that power, those problems you never cared about before will become problems that torment you, the most obvious manifestation of which is…”

Du Juan pointed to her chest: "Considering the size of your chest, your firmness is actually abnormal. I bet the girls at school have spread rumors that you had breast augmentation or fat grafting."

Congratulations! They won't be able to criticize you anymore, because you'll be assimilated into a fairy-like beauty over time, and you'll only be able to reminisce about your former beauty through photoshopped pictures and albums.

You'll accumulate a stubborn odor between your teeth, your hair and skin will require meticulous care to shine, you'll worry about sunburn, your nostrils will need constant cleaning, and skin inflammation and hormonal imbalances will ruin all your efforts.

To maintain your figure, you must double your exercise, control your diet, and meticulously count calories. During your period, you'll smell like the ocean after a whole sea of ​​dead fish, and gynecological problems will become a lifelong nightmare.

Du Juan's words clearly reached He Huan's ears. She continued, "The lack of beauty will cause your musical dreams to vanish. Do you think that what those bigwigs in the entertainment industry need now are artists with both virtue and talent?"

No, they can use their resources to produce piles of pretty vases. If you're not willing to sell your body, or to sell it to someone they designate, you'll never gain their favor.

Then, when you have no career, your beauty fades, and after graduation you can only find an ordinary job and live an ordinary life, you will have to experience all kinds of backstabbing and infighting in the workplace. Originally you were high and mighty, and those underhanded methods dared not be used on you, but when you fall into a chicken coop, you have to fight like a hen.

When you reach the age to start a family, you'll find that the problem of being too picky and not good enough for a partner in modern society will also bother you. The people you like don't like you back, and the people who like you you, you don't like.

Seeing Hehuan's lips tremble, Dujuan smiled and said, "You wouldn't say that you want to live like a parasitic plant in the family of Kapok and Lin Jiade, would you?"

Indeed, out of consideration for past relationships, they will support you for life, but that's all they will do. Your friendship will become weak because you will have nothing in common with them, and Jasmine has a strong desire to have children. Her energy is limited, and she will be entangled with more and more children.

Then, when you become a middle-aged woman, your body starts to gain weight, and your temper becomes unpredictable due to hormones, your friends are still young. When you are sixty years old, with gray hair, loose skin, and wrinkles all over your face, your friends look like they are only thirty years old.

When you reach the end of your life, your friends may have only walked halfway... Can you bear this loneliness? Dear Hehuan, or rather, Ayinur Regepu (Moonlight July)?

Hehuan naturally couldn't stand loneliness; she had always known that. However, Dujuan's words made her realize that if her power was devoured by Dujuan, her life would collapse in a chain reaction. Having grown accustomed to the life of a superior being, returning to the mortal world filled with fairies would probably be unbearable for her.

"I……"

Hehuan struggled to speak, and Dujuan reached out and cupped her cheeks, saying, "Poor thing, you can't even boast to Lin Jiade about the sacrifices you made for him, because your gun and the bullets it came with were an immoral deal."

Even if you don't speak, once he witnesses the mark of submission on that male superhuman, he'll definitely find a chance to find out. What will you say then?

“I can…lie,” Hehuan said.

"Yes, you can only lie, because the fact that you betrayed him cannot be tolerated by Lin Jiade. Even if he forgives you, he will not objectively weigh your mistakes and merits on the scales in his heart... because he is an emotional person."

An irreparable rift will appear in your relationship. If you choose to lie, he might believe you at first, but then slowly begin to doubt you. A small crack will gradually widen over the years, eventually becoming like a kapok tree.

Du Juan paused for a moment, then continued, "However, I've decided to give you another chance... for Lin Jiade's sake."

Hehuan understood to some extent that Dujuan was playing hard to get, but at this point, what other choice did she have? So she looked at her god with hopeful eyes, like a believer longing for salvation.