Ye Luoli: The Charismatic Girl Leads the World to Darkness

A Letter to Readers

[Hey, just kidding, it's just a fake self-narration~]

Do you know what my name is?

I just realized that even though we've known each other for so long, I've never introduced myself.

Hey, you guys take note.

My surname is Yan, my given name is Xi, and my courtesy name is Qingyun.

Dumbfounded, aren't you? Did everyone think my courtesy name was Xiyun? Hehe, it's just a nickname I made up by randomly picking two characters, don't take it too seriously~

I tell everyone that my older sister gave me this name, but actually I chose it myself.

My heart yearns for the bustling world, but my life is as fleeting as a cloud.

It doesn't sound like a good name, but those four characters encapsulate my entire life.

They say you can tell what a person will be like at three years old, and my fate was already sealed from birth—I was destined to end up like this.

I foresaw it, I fought against it, and although in the end it seemed I still couldn't escape fate, I have no regrets.

The world envies me for having the bloodline of a celestial fox, but little do they know that this unfortunate thing is nothing more than a deception 'it' has created for its rebirth.

The Celestial Fox was originally a messenger created by the Heavenly Dao, intended to communicate between heaven and earth, and to assist the main gods and others in stabilizing the six realms with its immortal body.

The first Celestial Fox acted recklessly and cruelly, leaving behind a trail of corpses and devastation in its wake. Heaven, angered by its lack of resistance, unleashed divine punishment, annihilating its body and soul, stripping it of its bloodline, and searching for a second Celestial Fox. Though dead, it had foreseen this day, and thus dispersed half of its soul beforehand, hiding it within its bloodline and concealing it with the aura of heavenly lightning.

Heaven had never taken him seriously, and in a moment of carelessness, he actually managed to slip through the cracks.

To prevent such things from happening again, Heaven set up a trial and set the target of selection on "ten lifetimes of good people".

However, the heirs of the Celestial Fox are constantly plagued by bad luck, dying and being reborn repeatedly, each death more gruesome than the last, each rebirth more painful than the last. And 'it' uses each death to invade the bodies and souls of the heirs, controlling everything about them, and finally erasing their souls in order to be reborn in another's body.

But it failed.

I failed many times, until I appeared.

After repeated failures, it finally figured out the problem—the bodies reforged by the Heavenly Dao coexisted with the souls of the inheritors; when the soul perished, the body died.

So when it was my turn, it changed its strategy. After gradually controlling me, it took over my body and locked my soul in its sea of ​​consciousness, which was pitch black with only a tiny bit of light in the distance.

That's the connection point with the outside world.

Just as it was about to completely merge with this body, the Heavenly Dao noticed something amiss and sent the eldest sister down to investigate.

I was saved.

But it was too late.

It had long since merged with the Heavenly Fox bloodline, and what's even more tragic is that I actually established a connection with it and the Heavenly Fox bloodline because I was imprisoned in my sea of ​​consciousness by it.

If it dies, I die.

Hey!

I don't want to die! I just escaped death, I want to live!

In the end, Heaven weighed the pros and cons and sealed it into my bloodline. I live, but I've always carried a time bomb.

Back then, I was suspicious and irritable, and many people who knew me would look at me with pity in their eyes.

I hate pity.

So I always have a tense face, a gloomy look in my eyes, and I look at everyone with a bit of defensiveness.

But my eight older sisters weren't like that. They would always come and hover around me, making sounds that sounded like exclamations.

This astonishment at my survival made me think I was just some random animal in a zoo—grotesquely shaped and obviously not meant to survive.

But I don't hate them...maybe. I shouldn't be too sure of myself. I don't really hate them that much.

Because they showed no sympathy, no scheming, no self-righteous arrogance, but respected everything about me.

Okay, there's still something I dislike about her, but I like the eldest sister, even though she only came with them.

Later they stopped making strange noises, and they started giving me strange things, even competing to see who could give the strangest thing.

The most memorable time was when someone heard from some idiot that I had been heartbroken, and actually brought a whole bunch of men (all incredibly handsome) to me, telling me to pick and play with them as I pleased, and to play them to death as long as I didn't die.

She said the best way to forget a relationship is to have an ocean.

My older sister always stood to the side, watching them with a speechless expression, and then gave me lots of pretty little trinkets and delicious treats.

Later, they stopped sending strange gifts and started sending wine, all kinds of delicious and beautiful wines.

My older sister would then helplessly prepare a hangover soup for us.

Later, after we got to know each other better, I asked them why they were so nice to me. They poured me drinks and laughed drunkenly, saying, "Because you are a nine-tailed celestial fox."

In that instant, it seemed as if I had peeled away the fog that had been lingering around me, and touched the connection point between reality and illusion in this relationship.

—The bloodline of the Celestial Fox.

My heart settled down peacefully.

Through repeated deception and death, my understanding of emotions changed. I once believed that there were no pure emotions in the world, and that only emotions based on self-interest could last—and I still don't think that's wrong.

It's just that some people are different.

At that time, I believed that as long as I was still Tianhu, our bond would never break, so I finally felt at ease integrating into their group.

Looking back, I was really too naive back then. Those unreliable girls didn't really care about anything; they just made things up based on first impressions and were just spouting nonsense at me.

Later, my older sister took me to the contract system. Because of an annoying woman causing trouble, I unexpectedly became a pair with Yin Yuan, who happened to be there to exchange contractors.

I still remember that woman's distorted face, and I also vividly remember the humble way she looked when she died.

Yin Yuan is a tech geek who likes to pretend to be a newbie. He doesn't act like a normal person but insists on getting a trashy skin to act like a big shot.

The way he smugly showed off to me was so stupid, so I named his alternate account "Stupid Egg".

The older sisters and their group also have their own titles in their systems, so I guess I've integrated into the group.

However, Yin Yuan's aesthetic sense is fairly normal. He has argued with me many times, but all his attempts have ended in failure. But his tenacious spirit, like that of a cockroach, is indeed quite tenacious. He has been going on for nearly two hundred million years.

Tch, I won't change it then!

Later, I went on missions everywhere. I don't like mental work and always crush things with brute force. However, I've always been interested in courting death because it's always been connected to me. When I'm in pain, it's in pain too. When I die, it suffers a fate worse than death with me.

A hundred million years passed by in this leisurely manner. One day, I suddenly discovered that the seal that locked it had loosened. It could actually hear me talking to others and could even affect my mind.

When I stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood and suddenly came to my senses—the little girl who had smiled and given me flowers just the day before, saying how pretty I was, lay in a pool of blood with unfocused pupils; those who had always been gentle and kind lay lifeless all around me—I looked at the blood-stained sword and my hands covered in blood, and finally understood what it meant to feel as if I had fallen into an ice cellar.

In a daze, I seemed to hear its maniacal laughter—the cause of their deaths was that I had casually said I liked them.

It came out.

Fortunately, it didn't have a deep control over me; it could only kill, but it couldn't scatter my soul.

I went to the underworld and retrieved all these people. I reversed time and restored everything to the way it was before I arrived, as if nothing had happened—but I can't pretend nothing happened.

The moment I closed my eyes, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood flashed before me, as if saying—

See? This is what happens to you.

At that moment, I don't know what I was thinking. Instead of telling my older sister and the others, I went to find the God of God.

Communication relies entirely on typing.

The main god told me to go back first and summoned five other elders. I don't know what they discussed, but a few days later, our Shuiyuntian group went on vacation.

On the first day of my vacation, I saw a huge advertisement pop up by the system—Vacation World.

I wasn't thinking about anything at the time; I just wanted to go for a walk to clear my head, so I followed the address below the advertisement.

Then, I ran into those stupid pyramid scheme idiots.

They are indeed quite eloquent, but their winking and gesturing are incredibly stupid, as if I couldn't understand what they meant on my own.

—The Lord God sent me there.

I knew they had probably found a way, so without hesitation or even contacting anyone, I kicked Yin Yuan aside and went to that world alone.

They stayed there for millions of years.

Until the moment Yinyuan found me, I knew that my chance to get rid of it had come.

But my connection with it was growing stronger, and I couldn't let it find out, so I kept showing resistance and displeasure.

When Yinyuan presented me with that chat log, which seemed to be fabricated but could also be the truth, I suddenly realized that this game had more than one target...

Damn, these black-hearted pigs are really something, making use of waste... ugh, killing two birds with one stone, they're really good at it.

Yinyuan seemed to have noticed something, but he didn't say a word. He simply typed four words: "Be careful."

At that time, I was as happy as I was when I got really angry, but at the same time I was also afraid. What if I really died?

I always thought I was numb enough to be indifferent to life and death, but when the moment came, I realized that I was also afraid of death.

It turns out I never truly escaped that dark abyss; light simply shone in from the outside.

The light was so bright that I thought it had buried the abyss long ago, but when it left, I realized that I was still standing on the edge.

It's just one step away.

I know the significance of this game to everyone. Archier is no good, just like that idiot celestial fox. If we really let him release those people, the three thousand worlds that the main god and his sisters have worked so hard to stabilize will suffer a devastating blow.

This old bastard once had a miraculous encounter: only someone stronger than him could kill him by self-destructing. And among all those stronger than him, only I can resurrect infinitely.

Having clarified this relationship, I suddenly understood the intentions of the Supreme Gods.

—When I self-destruct, release it, and I will hide in the bloodline in its place, so that it and Archie will perish together.

It sounds simple, but the difficulty and danger of actually doing it are incalculable.

At least I don't have the confidence to fool those two cunning and ruthless old bastards.

I'm not someone who specializes in mental work; using your brain too much will cause hair loss.

But life is about movement, and recklessness is about trying new things. I'm on edge every day and I don't even dare to sleep properly, for fear of accidentally saying something in my sleep that might reveal my plans.

And so I ended up becoming the kind of person I hated most.

……

The appearance of Mo Ran was something I hadn't expected.

I was extremely surprised when I saw her—I was told to send a spy, but instead I sent an Elf King to die with me.

Yes, I have seen her. Two hundred million years ago, when I first joined the Air Traffic Control Bureau, the year she first became a prop.

Then I heard Yin Yuan say that this person has had a crush on me for nearly two hundred million years...

I shocked my family. I am so terrified.

We only met once, just once. Is it really necessary for him to hold onto me for two hundred million years and then conveniently accompany me to my death?!