Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

Shen Ying walked with difficulty through a vast fog.

The road beneath her feet seemed endless; she could only keep moving her legs, mechanically walking forward.

After an unknown amount of time, the fog suddenly dissipated.

However, what she saw was a horrifying scene.

She saw her five familiar teammates lying haphazardly on the ground, their fates unknown.

The guardian spirit stood silently between them, while Zhou Yifeng's body lay at its feet, blood flowing freely beneath him, the crimson color stinging Shen Ying's eyes.

Just then, the guardian spirit slowly turned around and gave her an innocent and carefree smile.

But that smile seemed so eerie and terrifying in this time and place.

Shen Ying's heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to leap out of her throat, as if struck by a heavy hammer.

Overwhelmed by fear, she jolted awake from her dream, gasping for breath and still shaken.

"My lord..." Shen Ying's voice trembled slightly, as if it came from a distant place.

As if jolted awake, Shen Ying threw off the covers and rushed towards the room where her guardian spirit resided. Her steps were hurried, her heart pounded like a drum, and she was consumed by fear and unease.

The moment she pushed open the door, a familiar smell of blood assaulted her nostrils, as if the horrifying scene from her dream were playing out again. Her gaze fixed on that familiar figure, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot, and she hesitated to step forward.

The guardian spirit seemed to sense her arrival and slowly turned around, giving Shen Ying an innocent and carefree smile. That smile was exactly the same as in her dream, yet at this moment it seemed so eerie and chilling.

Shen Ying's mind went blank for a moment. Just then, the system's cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in her mind: "Mission complete, exiting the game."

In an instant, darkness, like thick ink, spread rapidly, tightly enveloping her consciousness and mercilessly swallowing it up.

Before she could react or even glance at her guardian spirit, she completely lost all awareness of her surroundings.

On a weekend morning, before the sunlight had fully filled the room, Shen Ying slowly woke up from her sleep.

A commotion reached her ears, so loud that she could no longer sleep. She frowned, got up, opened the door, and went out.

The door to the next room was wide open, and a group of people were busily moving furniture.

Among the crowd, one figure stood out.

He was a pale, thin, and tall man with long black bangs that almost covered his eyes.

His features were clear and aloof, exuding an air of indifference and detachment; his overall demeanor was gloomy and reserved.

Shen Ying stared at him unconsciously. Although his eyes were covered by his bangs, making it difficult for her to see clearly, she had a strong intuition that he was watching her.

In that instant, it was as if all the surrounding noise disappeared, leaving only the subtle atmosphere of their eyes meeting.

Shen Ying smiled awkwardly at the man, waved gently, and said in a slightly restrained voice, "Hello, new neighbor."

When the other person heard her greeting, he simply raised his head indifferently, nodded slightly at her, and showed no extra expression on his face. Then, without saying a word, he turned around and went back to his room, slamming the door shut. Shen Ying was left standing there alone, her smile still lingering on her face.

Seeing the other party's coldness, Shen Ying pouted and muttered under her breath, "Hmph, what's with the coldness?"

After saying that, she turned around and went back to her room.

After entering the room, she put on her earmuffs, lay back on the bed, and prepared to continue catching up on her sleep.

When Shen Ying woke up again, the sunlight outside the window was already shining obliquely on the floor.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, glanced at the clock on the wall, and realized that lunchtime had already passed.

She yawned and walked unsteadily into the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth and washed her face in a daze.

At this moment, she was wearing loose loungewear, and her hair was messy, like a bird's nest that had been blown apart.

She sat there blankly on the sofa, her eyes vacant, her mind still in a daze.

It took her a while to come to her senses and pick up her phone to order takeout.

Just then, a series of urgent knocks suddenly sounded, “knock knock knock,” the sound was particularly abrupt in the quiet room, and it immediately pulled Shen Ying back to reality.

The disheveled Shen Ying suddenly opened the door.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, she was stunned for a moment, her reaction appearing somewhat slow.

Suddenly, scenes from that morning flashed through her mind, and she realized that the person standing in front of her was her new neighbor, the one who had been so cold and indifferent that she had hardly ever given her a friendly look.

He stood quietly at the doorway, holding a Chinese food box steadily in his hand. Shen Ying stared at him blankly, momentarily at a loss for words.

Before Shen Ying could react, the new neighbor swiftly shoved the Chinese food box into her hands, then turned and left without a word.

He hurried along and in the blink of an eye returned to his own home next door, leaving Shen Ying standing there blankly, holding a food box in her hands.

Shen Ying, looking completely bewildered, took the food box to her room and placed it on the table, feeling uneasy.

She frowned slightly, her eyes filled with doubt, her mind racing: What is this new neighbor up to? Why would she suddenly send me this food container? Was it poisoned?

Shen Ying looked at the Chinese food box she had placed on the dining table. The box was made of fine sandalwood and emitted a faint woody fragrance.

The surface is engraved with exquisite floral and bird patterns, which are lifelike and have delicate and smooth lines.

The edge of the food box is inlaid with a small copper ornament, which has a warm luster after years of wear.

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and opened the food box. The tangled thoughts that had been churning in her mind vanished instantly, like smoke, without a trace.

Her eyes widened in surprise, her gaze fixed intently on the contents of the layers of food containers, as if drawn by a powerful magnet.

The top layer of osmanthus cake exuded a sweet fragrance, and its delicate and exquisite appearance was like a fine work of art, making her gasp softly.

The fruit slices in the middle layer were so vibrant in color that they looked as if they had just been picked from the branch. The glistening grapes resembled amethyst, the tender peaches had an enticing pink hue, and the bright red cherries looked so luscious that the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, revealing a delighted smile.

When she saw the steaming, delicious-looking food on the bottom layer, her breath seemed to stop for a moment. The braised pork belly was bright red and not greasy, the stir-fried vegetables were fresh and tender, and the chicken soup was fragrant and golden.

The white rice is glistening and plump, each grain radiating a soft sheen like a piece of jade.

Shen Ying stared intently at the food in front of her, her eyes fixed on it, and she swallowed a few times involuntarily.

Her lips were slightly parted, and a trace of drool hung suspiciously at the corner of her mouth. She looked as greedy as a kitten that had seen dried fish, her eyes and heart filled with longing.

At this moment, Shen Ying had completely forgotten her previous doubts. Her eyes lit up, and without hesitation, she picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a piece of braised pork, and put it in her mouth.