Transformed into a pink fairy, I will make all the players cry with my sword

The sky was a murky, leaden gray.

The earth was cracked, and shocking scars were spreading across it.

The collapsed steel forest, rusted and twisted, points straight to the sky, silently telling the sorrow of the passing of civilization.

Calamities and disasters are like two insatiable beasts, which have already devoured this world beyond recognition.

A heavily modified off-road vehicle, fitted with rams and a metal mesh, was bumping along the cracked road, kicking up a cloud of choking dust.

Inside the car, a thin man, nicknamed "Skinny Monkey" by his companions, was making faces at the woman in the passenger seat while holding the steering wheel.

"Boss, this time the goods are really good."

"Tell me, how much did that sugar daddy pay to have us escort such a delicate young lady?"

Sitting in the passenger seat was a woman with heavy smoky makeup and a cold expression.

She was the leader of this mercenary squad, known in the underworld as "Scorpion Woman".

The Scorpion Woman didn't look at him; she simply exhaled a smoke ring.

"Her family is gone."

"In the entire Silvermoon City, she was the only survivor of an A-level demonic calamity."

"What do you say, young lady whose family was destroyed?"

Upon hearing this, the skinny monkey's eyes darted around, and an undisguised greed instantly appeared on his face.

He lowered his voice, his tone filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Big Sister, what should we do here..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the malicious implication was already crystal clear.

The scorpion woman suddenly stopped moving.

Her cold, sharp gaze swept across the back seat through the rearview mirror.

The car windows were covered with thick privacy film, so you couldn't see anything except a vague outline of a person sitting quietly.

After a moment, she looked away.

She flicked the burnt-out cigarette butt out the window and spoke coldly in a barely audible voice.

"Not in a hurry."

"Let's get away from the ruins and find a clean place."

"We'll make our move then."

……

The SUV drove for an unknown amount of time before finally stopping in a relatively open abandoned parking lot.

The Scorpion Woman pushed open the car door, got out, and straightened her patched leather coat.

She adopted a businesslike expression, walked to the back door, bent her knuckles, and gently tapped it.

"Miss Hiiro, we've arrived."

Her voice was deliberately calm, which made her sound somewhat reliable.

"The 'Graystone Town' survivor camp is not far ahead. As agreed, we can only take you this far."

There was dead silence inside the car.

No response.

The scorpion woman's "professional" expression froze for a moment.

She knocked on the car door again, this time with more force.

"Miss Hiiro?"

The car remained eerily quiet; you could hear a pin drop.

An ominous premonition rose in the hearts of everyone in the team.

"Damn it, could something have happened?!"

The skinny guy in the driver's seat jumped out of the car cursing and yanked open the back door.

The car was completely empty.

The red-haired girl who should have been sitting inside has disappeared.

"What about people?!"

The Scorpion Woman's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

The cooked duck just flew away like that?

Just as the group was filled with doubt and looking around in surprise.

A clear, melodious voice, tinged with a lazy smile, drifted out behind them.

"Gentlemen, are you looking for me?"

The Scorpion Woman and her men froze, turning around in unison.

Not far away, by the broken wall, the red-haired girl they thought had long since escaped or met with misfortune was leaning there with her arms crossed, looking quite relaxed.

She watched them quietly, a hint of amusement in her bright eyes.

"you……"

The Scorpion Woman only uttered one word before she immediately understood.

The other party was not a weak and helpless young lady at all.

She was scammed!

After a brief moment of shock came a torrent of rage.

The Scorpion Woman's disguise completely crumbled, replaced by a ferocious killing intent.

"Catch her!"

She gave the order sternly.

"No matter life or death!"

Several henchmen instantly understood, grinning maliciously as they drew their weapons from their waists and surrounded the slender figure.

however.

What greeted them was an extremely fast afterimage.

Hiyori moved.

She didn't even use any weapons.

He simply turned to the side, dodging the dagger thrust by the first person, and simultaneously swung his elbow backward, striking the opponent's neck precisely.

The man didn't even utter a sound before collapsing limply to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a light spin.

Her long, slender, fair legs drew a sharp arc in the air, kicking another burly man in the knee joint.

Amidst the cracking sound of bones breaking, the burly man screamed and collapsed to his knees.

The entire process was smooth and fluid, without a single unnecessary movement.

It didn't seem like a life-or-death struggle; it was more like an elegant yet deadly dance.

In just a few breaths.

The Scorpion Woman's henchmen were lying scattered on the ground, all unconscious.

Hiyori dusted off her hands, which were not actually dust, and slowly walked up to the only woman still standing, the Scorpion Woman.

The Scorpion Woman's body was trembling uncontrollably.

Looking at her unconscious companions scattered on the ground, and then at the smiling girl in front of her, she finally understood what kind of being she had provoked.

"You...who are you?"

Fei Ying tilted her head, her smile widening.

"A young lady who was just passing by, whose family was destroyed."

She returned the words the Scorpion Woman had said before, exactly as they had been.

The words have not yet fallen.

She struck with lightning speed, delivering a clean and decisive chop to the back of the Scorpion Woman's neck.

Scorpion Woman's vision went black, and she followed in the footsteps of her companions.

After dealing with everyone, Hiyori began skillfully looting the spoils of war.

Food, water, energy blocks, and a few guns that were in fairly good condition.

She moved all the useful items into the SUV.

Then, whistling, he started the car and drove off happily.

The vehicle was traveling on a deserted highway.

As Fei Ying drove, she hummed an unknown tune, in a very good mood.

But at this moment.

On the horizon, a dazzling pink light, trailing a long tail, pierced the leaden gray sky.

Is it a meteor?

Hiyori stopped what she was doing and subconsciously looked up.

wrong.

The trajectory of that meteor was strange; it seemed to be falling in its own direction.

Hiyori slammed on the brakes.

Almost simultaneously, the pink light, accompanied by a dull thud, slammed heavily onto the road not far in front of her.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Fei Ying immediately grabbed a pistol from beside her, pushed open the car door, and carefully got out.

The ease and comfort she had just displayed were gone from her face, replaced by extreme solemnity and vigilance.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, the scene of the crash site became clearly visible to her.

That's not a meteorite.

Instead, it was a huge, strange flower that was slowly unfurling its petals, entirely pink, and radiating a soft glow.

The moment she saw the flower, Hiyori's body tensed up.

Demonic flower!

Legend has it that the source of all calamities is the very source from which terrifying demons are born!

Why would something that only exists in the highest level of alert appear here?

She gripped the gun tightly and approached the demonic flower step by step, extremely slowly.

That's when.

The enormous demonic flower had its petals fully bloomed.

Amidst layers upon layers of pink petals, a figure lies quietly.

That's a girl.

She had a cascade of smooth pink hair, her features were so exquisite they seemed otherworldly, and her skin was so fair it looked like it was glowing.

Her eyes were closed, her sleeping face peaceful and sweet, like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale, waiting for the prince to wake her.

At this moment, Hiyori's steps came to a complete stop.

She stared blankly at the unreal girl in the flowers, her mind completely blank.

Demonic flower...

Did a fairy appear?

This absurd idea exploded in Hiyori's mind.

The gun in her hand had been lowered at some point.

The entire world—the murky sky, the cracked earth, the twisted steel wreckage—lost its color and sound at that moment.

In her world, all that remained was that dazzling pink, and within the heart of the flower, that otherworldly girl.

thump.

dong dong.

My heart started racing uncontrollably.

one more time.

This feeling was utterly unfamiliar.

She had never had such an experience before.

It was the first time I had ever seen this face; we were complete strangers.

But why...

Why is there an inexplicable sense of familiarity? Why is there an urge to get closer and touch it?

Hiyori's breathing became somewhat disordered.

She forced herself to look away from the enormous pink demon flower.

Reason screamed madly at her, warning her of the danger of this thing, warning her that the most terrifying calamity might be lurking behind it.

However, her steps betrayed her reason.

She walked forward step by step, uncontrollably.

Who exactly is this beautiful woman?

Why did it appear from the demon flower?

Countless questions grew wildly in her heart like weeds, driving her restless curiosity.

She walked slowly and softly, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping maiden among the flowers.

She drew closer and closer until she could clearly see the other person's long, curled eyelashes and feel their steady, gentle breathing.

Sakura slowly squatted down.

She reached out her hand, her fingertips hovering near the girl's cheek, hesitant, not daring to touch her.

That's when.

Those tightly closed eyes opened without warning.

What kind of eyes were those?

At first, it was shrouded in a hazy mist, like a lake surface covered with a thin layer of fog.

When the thin mist dissipated, the crystal-clear lake water was revealed, gentle, languid, and with a hint of all-knowing cunning.

Eyes facing each other.

Close at hand.

Hiyori felt her heart skip a beat at that moment.

Tao Yao was slightly taken aback when she saw the magnified, exquisite face in front of her, filled with astonishment and curiosity.