The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

Like a delicate sculpture, Leah stood motionless in the heart of this once bustling city, now as silent as a dead city. Looking around, the surroundings were empty, not a soul in sight. Only the relentless howling of the wind swept through, stirring up a cloud of dust and withered leaves. These dust and leaves swirled and intertwined in the air, as if dancing a mournful dance, adding to the desolate and bleak atmosphere.

Her tall, slender figure stood out against the desolate landscape. Yet, at the same time, the powerful aura emanating from her captivated everyone like a magnet, making it impossible to look away. Warm sunlight gently fell upon her form, illuminating a face that should have been breathtakingly beautiful. Sadly, now, this stunning face was stained a dark crimson by the crimson of blood, like a canvas thickly painted, stripped of its original brilliance. The dark red stains resembled a strange flower blooming freely in a pool of blood, every trace of it exuding an indescribable eerie and allure that evoked a chilling feeling.

Leah stood there quietly, motionless, but her eyes, like two burning stars, stared intently into the distance. Her eyes revealed a determination and madness, as if she had lost all her sanity, only possessed by an obsession with revenge.

Deep within her eyes, two blazing flames of revenge surged and raged. The flames were so intense, so fierce, they seemed capable of consuming everything in the world. They leaped and roared, constantly assaulting Leah's mental defenses, leaving her unable to calm down.

At this moment, Leah was no longer the gentle and kind woman she once was. She had transformed into a cold and ruthless avenger, her sword tightly grasped. Whether it was a majestic general or a battle-hardened soldier, anyone within her sight became her target.

Her figure was as swift as lightning, the longsword in her hand slicing through the air in sharp arcs. Her speed was so swift that the blade's trajectory was almost indiscernible, only flashes of cold light could be seen. Each swing of the sword was accompanied by a piercing sound that pierced the air, like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, as thrilling as the sound of a roaring tiger.

Wherever the sword flashed, enemies fell like harvested wheat. Some had their necks severed by the sword, their heads flying high into the air; others had their chests pierced, their blood gushing out and splattering on the surrounding ground, forming a shocking patch of blood.

However, the bloody slaughter did not cease even as the enemy's numbers dwindled. The unarmed, innocent civilians also became victims of the massacre. Their peaceful and tranquil lives were instantly shattered, and they stared in horror at the once familiar figure.

She now exuded a chilling aura, her face twisted, her eyes filled with hatred and rage. Her hair flew in disorder, as if controlled by an invisible force. Her lips were tightly pursed, revealing a firmness and determination, as if she was determined to put all enemies to death.

These civilians tried to flee, but their legs felt like they were weighed down by lead, unable to move. Their hearts beat rapidly, threatening to burst from their chests. Their breathing became rapid and labored, as if the air were filled with the scent of death. Their eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, as if they had already seen their own end.

At this moment, Leah was completely lost in the exhilarating pleasure of revenge. She gripped the longsword tightly with both hands, wielding it frantically, each strike drawing all her might. The seemingly ordinary, ordinary sword, in that instant, seemed to transform into a divine weapon possessing the power to annihilate heaven and earth!

The sword flashed with a chilling, icy light, and with every swing, it unleashed a gust of wind as fierce and fierce as a violent storm. This powerful wind whistled past with such force that even the surrounding air seemed unable to withstand the impact, being torn in two.

At the same time, a storm seemed to have set off in Leah's mind, and countless memories surged in like a tide. Those scenes that had once caused her unbearable pain kept flashing before her eyes.

She saw the evildoers who had cruelly hurt her. Their faces were filled with hideousness and malice, and every expression pierced her heart deeply. The evildoers brandished their weapons and rushed towards her mercilessly, and her body trembled in pain.

Then, the heinous culprits who had caused the loss of her loved ones appeared in her mind. Their figures were like ghosts, emitting an evil aura. She saw their cold eyes and heard their heartless laughter, and the resentment in her heart burned like a raging fire.

All the resentment and raging anger that had long been pent up deep within her heart erupted in that instant like a volcanic eruption. Her body trembled with rage, and the longsword in her grip seemed to sense her emotions, flashing with a cold light.

Her eyes burned like a flame, sharp and unwavering, seemingly capable of piercing any obstacle. It was a light ignited by hatred, imbued with boundless determination and courage. She gripped the sword tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strain, as if to merge her life with the blade.

Each swing of her sword was accompanied by a roar of rage and resentment from deep within her heart. The blade traced sharp arcs through the air, piercing the wind with a whistling sound, as if it would rip the evildoers to shreds. Her movements were as natural and smooth as flowing water, yet imbued with boundless power and murderous intent.

Leah's breathing quickened, her chest heaving violently, sweat dripping down her forehead like raindrops. But her gaze remained unwavering, only growing more resolute. Her gaze fixed firmly on the enemy ahead, as if to tell them she would never give up so easily.

At this moment, she seemed to transform into a warrior brimming with strength and determination. Her body emanated a powerful aura that shook everyone. Her swordsmanship grew ever more refined, each strike carrying a deadly threat that made anyone afraid to approach. Her figure, weaving through the shadows of the sword, resembled a blooming blood flower, both beautiful and heart-wrenching. In her own way, she sought justice for the injuries she had suffered and the loved ones she had lost.

All that was heard was Leah's deafening scream that reached the sky. The sound was filled with endless pain and overwhelming anger, as if she wanted to use this desperate cry to release all the pain and resentment hidden in the deepest part of her heart, so that she would never be tortured by it again.

As time went on, Leah's breathing became increasingly rapid, her clothes soaked with sweat, but she showed no sign of stopping. Her eyes were bloodshot, her expression ferocious and terrifying, as if she had fallen into a state of madness. Her body trembled slightly, as if she was struggling with the fear and pain within her.

Each drop of blood that splattered seemed to silently reveal the humiliation and unspeakable pain Leah had endured in her past. Those memories flooded back like a tide, deepening her hatred and fueling her killing spree. She had only one thought in mind: to make those who had hurt her pay.

The sword in her hand danced with the swiftness of a violent storm, the ferocity of her swordplay simply astonishing! As the sword flashed, its energy crisscrossed, forming an impenetrable web of death that tightly enveloped all who approached. This fierce and deadly attack left the enemy with no way to dodge, and they could only watch helplessly as the cold, gleaming blade ripped their lives away.

The entire city was filled with the strong smell of blood, a pungent aroma that seemed to penetrate the soul. Corpses lay scattered across the streets and houses, and blood formed dark red rivers flowing through this once vibrant city. It felt like a living hell, the shadow of death looming in every corner.

Leah's cold eyes held no trace of pity, only a deep hatred for those who had hurt her deeply in the past. She took firm, powerful steps, moving forward without hesitation. Each step she took rested firmly on the pool of blood, leaving behind a trail of shocking scarlet footprints.

On this battlefield, suffused with the strong smell of blood, Leah's petite figure seemed so insignificant, yet at the same time, the powerful aura and resolute will emanating from her were terrifying and chilling. It was as if she was the master of this bloody land, and any enemy who dared to stand in her way would be ruthlessly crushed by her.

As Leah's closest friends, Suna and I knew the importance of this secret. We silently guarded this bloody truth, not daring to let even the slightest bit of information leak out. Regardless of outside inquiries or temptations, we always gritted our teeth and resolutely refused to utter a single word.

We know the dire consequences that will follow if this secret is exposed. Leah's act of revenge will cause a huge uproar, and she may become the target of public criticism, spurned and hunted by the world. And we, too, will be implicated and swept into this storm.

However, we did not back down. We were willing to bear any consequences for Leah and for this precious friendship. We would always be by her side, guarding this secret forever.

Yet, every night, in the stillness of the night, I find myself haunted by that horrific massacre. Countless lives vanished in an instant, their cries and pleas for mercy still ringing in my ears. I don't know if this was right or wrong, but for Leah to start a new life and escape the shadow of the past, I am willing to bear this heavy sin.

The brutal slaughter of all the city's inhabitants plunged the city into a deathly silence and terror. Atop these ruins, Leah's humiliating experiences seemed buried, along with the lives lost, into the dust of history, never to be mentioned again.

Yet, time, like a gurgling stream, silently flows forward, ultimately becoming the best medicine to heal all wounds. During those dark and gloomy days, even a strong woman like Liya inevitably fell into deep pain, as if an invisible hand were clutching her heart, unable to break free. Every night, as the moonlight streamed through the window, she would silently gaze at the world outside, tears streaming down her cheeks, the pain in her heart washing over her like a tide.

But Liya refused to give up. She knew only by bravely facing the pain of the past could she truly break free from its shadow. So, through countless days and nights, she gritted her teeth and waged a fierce battle against her inner fear and despair with unwavering perseverance. At first, it seemed like a battle of unequal strength, but as time passed, Liya gradually discovered that the memories that once inflicted such unbearable pain no longer held the same destructive power.

Finally, after a long and arduous struggle, Leah successfully stepped out of the shadowed area. She slowly raised her head and gazed at the rising sun in the distance, her eyes gleaming with hope. In that moment, she decided to pick up her shattered faith, piecing it together bit by bit, turning it into a powerful force to propel her forward.

From then on, Liya began to devote herself wholeheartedly to her life. She actively participated in various social activities and made new friends. She worked hard to learn new knowledge and skills and continuously improve herself. She also insisted on exercising to maintain a good mental state. Every day, she told herself, "I can do this!" In this way, with unremitting efforts and unwavering faith, Liya gradually regained the luster she had once lost.

Gradually, people were pleasantly surprised to discover that the familiar Leah had returned—the cheerful and lively girl with a smile as warm as the spring sun. Now, she was more confident and beautiful than ever, radiating an irresistible charm.

Looking at the reborn Liya before us, Suna and I were filled with endless joy. We knew she had sacrificed so much along the way, but thankfully, all that was over, and now we had a brand new Liya. Therefore, we had no regrets about that horrific massacre! Liya was the most important person and thing in our hearts. The lives of the enemy soldiers and civilians were of no concern to us. Perhaps this was the mindset of female soldiers and generals, free from the complex concerns of those sanctimonious hypocrites!