Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

Daylight fades, darkness descends, and moonlight spills into every household.

The families who found their children began asking about their situation over the past few days. They were extremely curious about what a demon would be like, and how the city lord and the goddess had managed to save the children.

"There's no devil at all. The city lord is a wicked man who likes to eat children. Arrest us all..."

"Shut up!" Her mother hurriedly covered her mouth. This was the yard; what if someone heard...

The mother looked around and pulled the child into the house. "Remember, you didn't say anything today. If anyone asks again, just say you were locked in a dark room and know nothing."

The child nodded, puzzled. "Why did the goddess say that?"

"Children don't understand adult matters. You'll understand when you grow up."

This happened in several households. The children were very obedient and told their parents what Qin Baobao had taught them. Some parents didn't care at all what their children had gone through; they just came home and started ordering their children around, making them cook, do laundry, and clean.

In this place, this is simply the norm. Just surviving each day is an immense struggle; the unseen darkness in the corners of the world unfolds constantly. This place doesn't feel like a city of angels, but rather a city of darkness.

Darkness pervades the city, and given the right circumstances and a single trigger, someone nearby might suddenly turn on you and kill you. This is a cursed city, but also a city of survival.

In the courtyard where Miler lived, there were no chirping insects or dancing fireflies. Only darkness enveloped the place, like a dead land without light, exuding gloom everywhere.

A pair of eyes peeked out from the darkness, bright yet lifeless, utterly undisturbed. Moonlight streamed through the treetops, illuminating just half of the person's face—it was Miler.

Miler was like a true messenger of darkness, moving through the shadows unnoticed.

"Beep, beep"

It sounded like knocking on doors and windows, echoing in the quiet night.

Could it be that the goddess has come to find me? Miler was a little nervous and excited. In the quiet of the past two days, he often practiced speaking. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't called Little Mute, but Miler, and that he had his own name.

He ran back to his small house, tense and excited. All was quiet, utterly alone. Not even a single cockroach had visited.

The smile on Miler's lips vanished, replaced by a profound sense of loss. What was wrong with him?

Miler raised her hand and touched her chest, where she felt a dull ache.

"Beep, beep"

The knocking on the doors and windows came again. A dazzling light flashed in Miler's eyes once more as he rushed into the yard, which remained silent, as if the sounds from before had been his hallucination.

"Beep, beep"

This time, Miler finally heard it clearly. The sound was coming from the roof, and it was probably a mouse, but it sounded more like a bird.

Miler moved a ladder and climbed onto the roof. A little white bird was bathed in the moonlight, happily munching on the snacks it carried with it.

A smile slowly crept onto Miler's lips; it was actually the goddess's little white bird.

The system clearly sensed a gaze and quickly turned its head to meet Miler's smiling eyes.

An angel smiled under the moon, like a virtuous gentleman descending to earth. The little system immediately stared in disbelief, the bean in its beak tumbling merrily from the eaves and into the soil.

Miler reached out and gently stroked the little system's feathers. The little system stood still, letting him pet it. Indeed, the goddess's pet was just as adorable as the goddess herself!

After touching her, Miler decided to get down to business.

Be a good little system, I'll bring you meat when I get back!

The little system shivered and looked up. The angel still had a smile on her lips, perhaps because it was getting cold and the weather was about to change. "Hmm, eating more will keep me warm."

"Beep, beep, beep beep beep." The little system started eating like crazy again.

Miler came down from the roof, disappeared into the darkness, and floated away like a ghost.

Where does that bearded man live during the day? It seems to be in the ninth alley on East Street. East Street is quite far! Miler quickened his pace, weaving back and forth through the dark alleys.

Half an hour later, Miler arrived at a small courtyard. It was quiet, and he could faintly hear broken sobs coming from inside a house. He walked straight in through the dilapidated fence without making a sound.

There was a pile of firewood in the yard, and an axe there. Miler picked up the axe and gently tossed it around.

The sobbing became clearer, interspersed with the man's heavy breathing.

Miler gently pushed open the door and went inside. There was a window in the room, and the cool moonlight crept in through it. The man was completely naked and was doing something.

Sobbing could be heard from time to time coming from the house.

This was the first time Miler had ever seen such a scene; he usually just randomly picked off lone individuals. This time, however, there were two people, and he hesitated.

"Bitch! All women are bitches! Damn goddess!" the man cursed loudly. "Damn goddess! I'll get my hands on you one day! Hahahaha!"

The man's arrogant voice echoed continuously in the room.

Miler suddenly raised his head, staring coldly at his back. He twirled the axe in his hand and slowly moved closer.

The moonlight cast Miler's shadow on the ground. The man, sensing the flickering light, immediately turned his head. His full beard made him look like a monster in the dark night.

Upon seeing Miler, he was first startled, then revealed a lewd smile.

"So it's you! Aren't you the little mute girl by the goddess's side? Why can't you sleep at night and come to chat with this old man?" The big man didn't take the weakling in front of him seriously at all and walked over naked step by step.

Miler flicked her wrist, and a ray of moonlight reflected into the man's eyes. The man looked down and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

"Ah..." An axe suddenly chopped into his stomach, and when it was pulled out, his intestines spilled out onto the ground.

The man wailed loudly, unsure how to face his own intestines.

Amidst the screams, Miler was extremely pleased.

That's how it should be!

The feeling of having control over other people's lives and deaths is truly wonderful! It's just that the noise is a bit too loud; can't it be a little quieter?

Mile ended the man's life with a single axe blow, and the man's head rolled into the corner.

The mission is complete; it's time to go back. If too much time passes, the goddess will find out.

Just as she reached the door, Miler suddenly turned around. She went to another person, squatted down, and stared intently at her face.

One second, two seconds, three seconds… a minute passed. The man remained lying motionless on the ground, seemingly truly unconscious. Miler stood up, stretched, and decided it was time to go back.