My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

When the surroundings fell into an eerie silence, Noita, whose clothes were stained red, threw away the blunt knife for the umpteenth time and looked around. There were corpses everywhere, and no living creatures, whether they were bandits or synthetic beasts.

[Warrior is an act, winter is the result. Who can turn the tide of battle?]

You delve deeper into the path of wrestling, and the advanced quests begin... and the settlement begins... You have completed a brutal battle... against a foe more formidable than yourself... and emerged victorious... using cunning to defeat others... and offering a bloody sacrifice to the earth.

[Settlement completed, the path of wrestling is open to you, all wrestling skills are upgraded, do you want to advance?]

[Experience: 42574]

"no."

Chapter 55

But the battle is not over yet.

A few bodies that were not too seriously injured stood up, slowly healing their wounds and surrounding Noita.

Noita counted secretly, a total of seven.

Their appearances changed, and finally they all became one being of beautiful appearance.

Because of its appearance, a blood storm arose from the ground, dyeing everything within sight light red, just like the red soil sandstorms on both sides of the Rehe River, covering the sky and the sun, and wanting to punish mortals. The storm is a barrier, separating the communication between the inside and the outside.

Noita is in the eye of the storm, facing the enemy.

"I lost."

They said this to Noita, and their figures began to dissipate.

Six were removed from the seven, and the body merged into the storm. This sudden change made Noita suspect that the enemy was playing tricks. The black jade crow passed through the wind wall, passed through the gap between the worlds, and landed in the arms of the witch.

"My goal is no longer achievable. My goal of making you a part of me is no longer possible, so I give up."

Noita pointed out: "You still have a fighting chance."

"That's true, but this little bit of power is still no match for you. Furthermore, the flesh and blood I planned to collect hasn't been fully gathered, and the remaining stock has been severely damaged by you. I've exhausted all my resources. It's wonderful! A perfect physique, the thing I've pursued my whole life." It sighed, "I can't return to the source. I hope you can remember my name is Hongrong."

The ruby ​​shattered, the stone skin shed three times. A professional of the cup, who has touched the extraordinary, has set his sights on you. It has died three times, shed its skin three times, and been reborn three times. Now, all three scars converge, and the end is near. Only a perfect physique can postpone this end indefinitely.

It dissolves its container, reveals its true nature, and wishes to merge with you.

The last body of the enemy also disappeared, leaving only a red stone floating in the air.

It is covered with cracks, as if it would shatter into powder with a slight knock, but the vitality, rich enough to significantly increase the fertility rate of an urban area, forcibly connects the red stone remains together.

This is Hongrong's true form, its original appearance when it was first born.

Whether it is a seductress or a temporary bandit, they are just the huts it created.

The red stone shattered, the crow fell to the ground, and the storm grew bigger, like a red orchid blooming on the plain. The rich orchid fragrance spread because of the storm, spreading to the sky and the earth, like an invisible palm holding up the desires of all living things present. The vitality surrounding Noita was the most vigorous and intense. They fit her and merged with her.

The endless cup of inspiration overflows from the flesh and blood, spontaneously weaving into knowledge and evolving into skills.

Noita touched the enemy's inspiration, the enemy's thinking, and the enemy's life.

Gaining Experience…

——There is no possibility of victory.

When Hongrong saw Noita destroying all enemies on the battlefield like a god of war, she knew that the chances of victory were slim.

It wasn't good at fighting. After crawling out of the flesh-shaping pool and opening its eyes for the first time, it learned the art of flesh-shaping. It was better at creation than combat. When it tried to control puppets to attack Noita, it was instantly defeated. Because the defeat was so swift, Noita didn't even realize that the puppets were being controlled by it.

It had the upper hand in the battle of Shihuo Town, but the gains were not optimistic. The militia had strong resistance and did not flee cowardly. Instead, they resisted the attack with high morale, causing many losses. The one-armed warrior was also a headache.

It also had to constantly draw synthetic beasts to the rear to fight Noita, to prevent her from killing too quickly and leaving her without restraint.

It had the advantage in numbers, but soon it was overwhelmed by the micro-manipulation of the front and rear lines.

When the last synth beast fell to the ground, it knew that everything was messed up.

Going to lose.

Hongrong is not afraid of losing, it is just worried about not being able to return to the source. Many people have entrusted their flesh and blood to it, and it has also promised many people that it will lead them to the source.

It needs to find a successor, and Noita, with his perfect physique, is an even more perfect vessel than it.

There is no need for Noita to become a part of it, it will become a part of Noita, and in the exchange of blood, Noita will know its ideas.

Back to the source...

"Don't go."

Noita coldly blocked the transmission of Hongrong's memory. She preferred to browse the memory from a third-person perspective and decided not to experience it in the first person.

If you trace Hongrong's memory back, you can see more incoherent memories. Those are the memories that the devotees who made up Hongrong's body placed on it. Hongrong is more like a compressed package, storing many memories, waiting for an opportunity to release them all.

The journal suggested that Noita could import these memories and feelings into the journal, so she did so.

Soon, a biography titled "The Cultivation of Containers" appeared in the diary.

After solving the memory problem, Noita shifted all his attention to his body. The blood was singing, and the abnormally rich vitality made Noita's bones begin to sprout, and his body transformed from simple flesh and blood into a more complex high-energy material.

Very itchy.

The perfect body is assimilating the vitality of the orchid fragrance, turning it into something that can be controlled, and building a line of defense.

With the influx of vitality, experience points increased rapidly and soon approached the 50,000 mark.

Her Cup Path advancement progress bar was also pushed to the limit, and the log popped up showing the advanced professions that could be advanced to the Cup Path.

Still not advanced yet.

Noita decided to become the Tianxin Fengren, an advanced profession in Jingtian Daotu, an extreme profession that integrates psychic energy into wrestling, devotes oneself to honing wrestling skills, and is born for battle.

To go deeper into the Mirror Heaven Path, one needs to hone psychic skills, pursue dreams, and love life.

People who lead colorful lives are more likely to go further on the Mirror Heaven Path and their spiritual power is more likely to grow.

Noita's life has been thrilling since she woke up in the Stratolith Cave, but the time she has been on the journey is too short and too monotonous. Fighting blindly does not equate to a wonderful life, and she still needs to accumulate experience.

Noita understood this and tutted softly.

This is the card level.

The bloodstorm slowly subsided. Noita sat on the ground, completely focused on suppressing the rebellious flesh that had been provoked by the orchid fragrance. The process of suppression was also a process of absorbing knowledge. The initial cohesion of skills was already evident in the log. As Hongrong had said, concepts would be exchanged when flesh and blood merged. The members of the Lustful Blood Cult truly had the ability to engrave knowledge in their blood.

Qi'er, covered in wounds, came closer from afar. His armor was so tattered that his skin, burned by fire, could be seen through the wounds.

Chir stood in the distance, not coming closer, staring at the safe and sound Noita with an unclear mind.

He called out, "Are you still alive?"

Noita gestured from a distance: "It's okay."

So Chil approached him, and when he got close, Noita reminded him: "Don't step on the crow, it's my trophy."

In the storm, the crow did not break apart. It was a layer of stone skin shed by the redstone, and its connection with the original body was severed. After being frozen, it was very fragile, but it still retained many magical uses. Noita had found how to use it from "Cultivation of Containers".

Qi'er was overwhelmed with emotions when he saw the bloody land.

Even the centurions of Serkar could hardly compare to him.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who could have imagined that this spectacle was created within an hour? Now the sun had not yet set and was at its brightest, but all his previous worries had been put to rest.

But now there is a new thing that is causing us headaches.

Chir and Noita sat down across from each other and said seriously, "The scale of the enemy and your contributions far exceed the scope of the commission we previously negotiated. We can't afford the extra commission."

Qi'er considered his words, thinking about what to say next.

It is impossible to deny the debt. The strength shown by Noita is enough to turn them into embellishments of the bloody land. If they deny the debt, the consequences will be too terrible.

He thought of paying in installments, and the more daring ones thought of profit sharing.

"I've discussed this with the others, and we've unanimously decided to give you one-tenth of the mine's profits as compensation."

Chapter 56 Goodbye Fei Xin

"That's debatable."

Noita disagreed.

A share of the mine profits was a good thing, but she was also well aware that Chir was using her force to ensure the safety of the mine.

After a great battle, the strength of Shihuo Town declined greatly, and many young and middle-aged people were lost. If she is not won over with benefits and used as a tiger's skin, I am afraid that she will not be able to defend the mine.

Trying to bind her with one tenth of the profit is still not enough.

After answering Chir, Noita picked up the Black Jade Raven and examined it. After losing its operator, it shrank and became as small as a sparrow. Its feather texture, beak, eyes and other parts were all intact. It was lifelike, beautiful as a jade carving, and as cold as a bamboo mat in winter.

【Wonderful Statue: Crow】

【Excellent Rare Items】

[After being watered with blood, this object will establish a connection with the owner of the blood. Using a command can animate the statue, giving it the ability to traverse enclosed spaces and fly, and can also transmit the user's voice. Daily usage cannot exceed three hours, and continuous usage is not required.]

Putting it in her pocket, Noita sat there, continuing to gather her excessive life force, unwilling to move. She looked like she was in a daze, which made Qi'er beside her feel embarrassed.

Qi'er sat quietly for a while and then left, commanding the surviving militia to clean up the battlefield.

The noise of the battle and the storm was so loud that it attracted nearby adventurers. When they saw the red-stained ground and the corpses of the synthetic beasts, they all stopped and kept their distance from the battlefield.

Some people retreated, while others stepped forward to inquire about the news.

But Qi'er did not look at them well. Before issuing the commission, Shihuo Town also asked familiar adventurers to help, but few responded.

But adventurers always have a way, and they soon learned the real situation from the townspeople who were cleaning up the battlefield.

He looked at the inconspicuous Noita on the battlefield with awe.

Gradually, more and more people gathered, and as more people came, they became bolder.

The unwise man tried to steal the bandits' weapons, but was knocked to the ground by stones flying from a distance and fled in frustration.

Those who knew the situation realized that there was a weak bandit camp in the mountains waiting to be attacked, so these people quietly retreated and rushed into the mountains.

Amid the noise and fun, it was evening. In the twilight, an armored warrior crossed the battlefield and came to Noita.

Fei Xin half-crouched, lifted her visor, and looked Noita in the eye. She showed her official Serkar ID and politely asked, "Hello, my name is Fei Xin. Did you help Shihuo Town resist the bandits' attack?"

"Yes."

Noita glanced at Feixin's face and suddenly became alert.

What the hell? Isn't this the Shadow of the Quiet Forest she created in the Layered Rock Cavern?

what a small world.

Noita quickly checked his physical condition and secretly gathered his strength to ensure he was ready to fight again immediately. If he was recognized, it would surely be a fierce battle.

However, Fei Xin didn't come here to fight. She didn't recognize the transformed Noita. Instead, she kindly comforted Noita and explained the purpose of her visit: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I'm not a tax collector, and this place is not subject to taxation. It's just that the aura of the cup is too strong around here, so I came to investigate."

Fei Xin's smile was nothing like that of a Quiet Forest Shadow; she wasn't quiet enough.

Noita pretended to be well-behaved and said, "What do you want to know?"

"Do you know who the enemy leader you are fighting is?"

Noita shook her head, because Hongrong had never revealed her identity to anyone else, and all conversations with her were conducted in places where no one else knew.

But thinking that Jinglin Shadow might be hunting Hongrong and knew Hongrong's intelligence, she stammered, "It seems her name is Hongrong, and she keeps saying that she wants to merge with me."

"That's her style."

Fei Xin remained silent for several breaths, examining Noita. She could only tell that she exuded a strong aura of the Path of the Cup and that something was seriously wrong with her body. She certainly wasn't sitting here voluntarily, but was unable to move.

Fei Xin knew about Hong Rong's profession and personality. Serkar would definitely investigate intelligence before taking action in a place. The relevant information about the top leaders of the Lustful Blood Cult was remembered firmly by Jing Lin's Shadow, and Fei Xin was no exception.

The mutual devouring and fusion of the Cup Cultists who have gone astray are always evil and terrifying, and the person in front of us may be another poor victim.

Fei Xin habitually pierced her nose, but smelled nothing. The world without a sense of smell made her feel very uncomfortable.

Ever since that little guy's elbow nearly shattered her heart in the Layered Rock Cave, her sense of smell has been greatly affected, sometimes working and sometimes not. According to the doctor, it will take some time for her to recover.

"I wonder what your name is?"

Noita said calmly, "Luo Xiweiya."

"Ms. Luo Xiweiya, I regret to inform you that your enemy is Hongrong, a dangerous wanted criminal of the Bloodthirsty Cult. She is directly linked to dozens of murders and is adept at using a sinister technique to assimilate her enemies, transforming them into a part of herself. You have been chosen as the target. Yes, she is a second-level Cup Professional."

Telling the enemy's rank was more effective than anything else. Noita's eyes widened in panic: "Is there any hope for me?"

"Yes, I just need you to go to the camp with me."