CHAPTER 507
The Believer
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She raised her trembling little hand to wipe the blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Her neck stiffened uncontrollably, and Chu Youwei couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief at her own weakness.
Seeing Xiao Ai's effortless demeanor, this likely wasn't even her full strength…
"Ah~ Five~ Wuuu!"
Her jaw clicked, though it was unclear if any sound escaped.
For a moment, Chu Youwei was utterly speechless. Upon inspection, she found her internal organs had sustained injuries of varying severity…
This was the price of confronting a deity head-on, even under another god's protection…
Now, recalling Xiao Ai's oft-repeated phrase, Chu Youwei felt only nausea and ridicule.
[Xiao Ai is merely a personal attendant, or: Xiao Ai is the master's most loyal servant…]
But what made her sick was her own arrogance. What made her laugh was that she had once aspired to become someone like Lady Gu Ai, or even replace her…
Xiao Ai had the right to choose her master, and she would only submit to the one she chose.
Submission was her glory and her romance—her love and her loyalty. She had offered all of this to her one and only master.
Yet even now, that sword strike remained unfinished. Glancing toward the battlefield, the white light had been replaced by flames. Smoke enveloped the fiery red dumplings, resembling steamed buns filled with fireballs. As Xiao Ai slowly knelt on one knee beside Su Cheng, she finally spoke.
"My Lord, all hostile units except the target have been eliminated."
Su Cheng's lips curved into a slow smile as he tilted the massive sword in his hand. "Well done, Xiao Ai."
Xiao Ai bowed her head slowly—an act of submission, loyalty, and above all, her pride and devotion!
"It is my honor to receive my Lord's praise."
As she rose, Chu Youwei—who had only just regained her strength with Mengdie's help—witnessed this scene.
As the pink-clad girl who called herself Xiao Ai rose, the madness etched clearly on her face mingled with the blush unique to youth, creating an image of startling clarity.
"My Lord, Xiao Ai seems to love you even more now!"
What truly astonished Chu Youwei wasn't Xiao Ai's expression or her slightly deranged words, but rather Su Cheng's expression at that moment—which, surprisingly, perfectly complemented Xiao Ai's.
A sickly grin, like that of an addict finding satisfaction in slaughter, hung on Su Cheng's face.
Su Cheng roared with laughter, his usual refined demeanor utterly vanishing, as if it had never existed.
At that moment, Chu Youwei felt that this expression before her eyes was far more fitting for her master!
In that instant, she seemed to understand what Xiao Ai had loved.
"Xiao Ai, I know. I know everything."
"But I still wish you could love me a little more."
Su Cheng's wicked grin felt like it could rip the girl's heart and lungs out. Just one glance was enough to make Chu Youwei sink completely!
Unconsciously, she gave the same answer as Xiao Ai.
"I will. Xiao Ai (Youwei) will love you even more."
Xiao Ai's eyes burned with mad, consuming love!
Like a fervent devotee!
Devoutly kneeling in worship!
Loving!
Loving that one and only!
The one and only King!
The one and only Child of the Future!
The only one who can play chess with the gods!
The only one!
The one and only Su Cheng!
"Gu Ai! We humbly welcome our Lord!"
"I shall offer you everything and share in your glory!"
Su Cheng slowly leveled the long sword in his hand, grinning wildly!
"Hahahahaha!"
"Step aside and watch your king in action!"
The colossal sword named Zero Two crashed heavily to the ground, and the smoke signal vanished instantly!
The castle that had stood tall moments before was now completely gone.
Just as Xiao Ai had imagined, Chu Youwei felt the same way!
She felt that if there were a mirror, she would see her own eyes sparkling with pink hearts!
This was the very person she had always longed for—her master!
She felt the blood in her veins burning hot, her heart pounding so fiercely it seemed poised to leap from her throat!
She yearned to kneel before her master just as Gu Ai had done.
Like Lord Gu Ai, to swear allegiance to the Master, offering love and loyalty!
Little Ai swore with a sword: the king had returned, the royal authority had not perished!
Her master still lived. Any restless little devils had better think twice!
She had awakened her master, rousing Su Cheng from that tender dream and pulling him back into another reality of love!
Chu Youwei's gaze was vacant, her thin lips slightly parted. Mengdie merely smiled at the little brat beside her, who looked like a lovesick fool. Probably both of those little mouths were drooling by now, huh?
Heh~
Speaking of Su Cheng, he really is a damn womanizer, but then again, he is his sister's child~
That look on his face… even she felt a bit…
Heh, just kidding~
As the smoke gradually dispersed, a magnificent greatsword slowly emerged from the billowing smoke, followed by an undamaged, long table.
The sword light known as "Snowflake" was clearly deflected by this blade, splitting into a V-shape as it sliced outward.
Yet everything beyond that table behind the greatsword had vanished along with the sword's glow.
Candlelight flickered on the table. A woman in a red dress sat at the guest's seat, at the far end of the long table, eating dinner with her back to Su Cheng.
Even without seeing her face, Chu Youwei could sense this was a stunning beauty. Based on her understanding of her master, this was likely just a warning visit.
After all, the fellow remained unscathed—clearly possessing strength at least on par with a Godslayer King.
Though Xiao Ai didn't seem to be using full strength, the fact that she blocked Dàn Xuě with just a sword spoke volumes about her power.
Her tanned skin surprisingly complemented the crimson dance skirt, and her slightly extreme figure was mouthwateringly tempting.
But Su Cheng clearly had no time to care about such things now. As he had just said, his hands were itching to cut something.
The woman remained seated, merely holding her wine glass and swaying it gently.
"Your Excellency, care for a drink?"
"I possess the physique of a demigod. Poisoning me is futile—you should be well aware of that."
"To me, Your Excellency is already the deadliest poison."
Su Cheng snorted coldly. "Heh. Begging for mercy now? Isn't that a bit late?"
Only then did the woman turn, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful face.
"Your Excellency, is this insult not a bit excessive?"
"If not for you, I would have perished long ago in Linglang River. Don't you know who I am?"
"Begging for mercy? Hah, do you really think that's possible?"
Su Cheng idly picked his ear with his pinky, looking utterly nonchalant.
"It doesn't matter. Even if you begged for mercy, I wouldn't spare you."
Su Cheng dragged his massive sword forward, slowly approaching as he lifted a wine cup already set before him.
He flashed the woman a smile, clinked his cup against hers, then downed his drink in one gulp.
"But since we're old acquaintances, I'll grant you a quick death."
"It won't be that quick. Just as there's no chance for mercy, I have no intention of sitting here waiting to die."
"I'm glad you said that, because I can't wait to slice something—like your beautiful, sexy, tempting neck."
The woman burst into laughter as well. Such an ending suited her perfectly.
"Your sword is pressing against my skirt."
"If you prefer, you may die wearing this skirt. But I imagine, as a general, you'd likely choose to fall in battle clad in your armor."
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