Quick Wear: Driving Gods in a Dark Fairy Tale

A silver pocket watch fell into Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng's palm. He knocked open the openwork butterfly-patterned cover, revealing a "dial" composed of a small, ethereal, thin purple starry sky. The tiny stars could be clearly seen moving within it, with a crescent moon hanging in the sky.

An hourglass with slowly flowing sand is embedded in the center.

Zhuang Shengxiaomeng flicked the hourglass in the center of the dial with her fingers. With just the slightest movement, her exposed crimson lips instantly lost all color.

Each flick felt like it took all the strength in the body, as if pushing an invisible mountain.

The hourglass slowly turned inverted.

The muscles in his arms tensed slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead beneath the mask. The surrounding air became viscous, the light began to distort, and the white feathers floating in the air seemed to be paused, then began to tremble and reverse slightly, defying gravity.

The world began to dissolve, and colors spread out like an oil painting soaked in water.

The backtracking process begins.

The dark ribbon covering Nan Jingming's eyes flowed backward and returned to his wrist. The scattered white feathers floated up against gravity, as if pulled by invisible threads, heading back towards a certain center.

The white feathers, rising in reverse and gathering again, like a rewinding avalanche video, frantically converged back into the ruptured "cocoon" on the second-floor platform. The cracks healed, the cocoon shell returned to its original state, then blurred and faded, finally disappearing into the distance. The collapsed and shattered wooden stairs beneath my feet creaked painfully, fragments of the broken handrail bounced up from the ground, precisely piecing themselves back together, and the stray nail that had been flung away also flew back, wedging itself back into the wood as if it had never been loose.

Inside the "dial," the pale purple starry sky gradually fades, the stars and crescent moon disappear, and the sunlight gradually intensifies.

The backlash of cause and effect is like the immense pressure of the deep sea, squeezing in from all directions.

His internal organs felt as if they were being gripped and kneaded by an icy hand. His bones hummed under the strain, his temples throbbed, and dark spots appeared on the edges of his vision—signs of rapidly depleting life force. A metallic, sweet taste rose in his throat, which Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng swallowed lightly.

Finally, at the moment when the hourglass was completely turned upside down—

"boom!!"

The sound did not originate from reality, but rather from a spatial-temporal dimension, exploding within consciousness.

The pale purple starry sky inside the pocket watch was completely replaced by the blazing sunlight. The "sun" emitted a dazzling halo in the center of the dial, illuminating everything around it in pure white.

Finally, the scene freezes on the moment Nan Jingming came to provoke Bai Jun, mockingly stepping onto the last step of the escalator.

The dust particles in the air had just finished their unnatural suspension and were slowly settling down.

The cruel and gleeful smile on Nan Jingming's face had not yet fully unfolded as he stepped onto the last step of the stairs, his fingertips twitching slightly.

A palm-sized, mint-green-edged golden butterfly with a long tail flew from Nan Jingming's fingertip. With each flap of its wings, countless tiny, firefly-like scales fell from its delicate wings.

An invisible thread of cause and effect is about to be pulled—the butterfly's wings have already been raised, but it has failed to fully flap the tornado that will bring destruction.

Because the other force is faster and more decisive.

A cold, sharp light grazed Nan Jingming's cheek, slicing a small gash across his cheekbone and splattering a string of tiny blood droplets. The blood droplets refracted the light, displaying a dazzling array of colors that contrasted sharply with his suddenly contracting pupils, severing the butterfly that was about to take flight in the instant it took shape.

Zhuang Shengxiaomeng's figure had approached like a ghost without anyone noticing. He was toying with a semi-transparent willow leaf blade in his hand, from which the attack had just been launched.

Beneath the black feather mask, the lips seemed to curve slightly, but there was no hint of laughter in the voice. Instead, it was as if the words had been tempered with ice, each one falling clearly: "Put away your butterfly, and don't try to use it on him again."

His tone was even gentle, yet it carried an undeniable threat: "Otherwise, next time, it won't just be this butterfly that dies."

Nan Jingming's facial muscles twitched slightly, the nascent smile freezing completely and transforming into an angry outburst of offense. He practically spat out the three words through gritted teeth: "You're asking for it!"

The color of Nan Jingming's dazzling golden eyes began to fade rapidly, as if the flowing gold had been diluted, and the color faded to an almost nonexistent pale white.

Even more bizarrely, from the center of his pupils, circular ripples spread outwards, like pebbles thrown into a still lake. These ripples were not tangible, yet they carried the power to distort perception and interfere with reality, as if he were using some kind of mind control skill.

Just as the strange ripples in Nan Jingming's pupils reached their maximum extent, Zhuang Shengxiaomeng approached stealthily like a ghost.

"You think you can control me like this?" He leaned close to Nan Jingming's ear, his voice deliberately lowered, strangely penetrating all the invisible energy fluctuations and killing intent, carrying an indescribable, almost ruthless intimacy: "You really haven't improved as much as ever, brother."