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Disobedience

Disobedience

Yun smiled—not just at Linglong, but at herself.

Because she saw her past self in that girl.

A puppet. A fool. A creature dancing in the palm of Yanwei’s hand, thinking she had a choice, only to die the moment he closed his fingers.

But at least… at least she didn’t have to die like that.

With a flicker, she vanished into the night.

In another corner of the secret realm, the sharp clash of weapons shattered the silence.

“Clang—!”

“Why the hell are you attacking me?!” a man shouted, panting.

A woman laughed, her voice tinged with mockery. “Didn’t I already tell you? Surrender. Be my dog.”

Jiang Yu’s face twisted in rage. “Fuck you! Who do you think you are?! At best, we’re equals! You think I’ll kneel to you, bitch?!”

A smirk curled Yun’s lips. “Then die.”

She pulled out a Rank 2 weapon.

Jiang Yu gritted his teeth. His wounds were worsening. He had been pretending to be at his peak, but this lunatic….

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Yanwei told her to bait him, but now she wasn’t even trying. She thought he was useless. She didn’t want to give her master a broken toy.

Jiang Yu clenched his fists. Damn it.

“Why is she so confident?”

Did she see through my injuries? But no one should know—

Then he felt it.

A shift.

A killing intent so thin, so quiet, it didn’t feel like it belonged to a person. It was something beyond that.

Then—a hand wrapped around his throat.

He didn’t even see the person move.

Cold sweat drenched his back. His body screamed at him to struggle, but he couldn’t even twitch.

Yun’s expression stiffened.

The young man before her was not supposed to be here yet.

His grip tightened. Jiang Yu’s breath came out in shuddering gasps, his vision darkening at the edges.

Yanwei spoke softly. “Didn’t I tell you to manipulate him? Why are you killing him now?”

Yun immediately knelt, her forehead nearly touching the ground.

“Master, I thought he was useless. A pushover. Narrow-minded. I didn’t think you’d want a broken toy.”

Jiang Yu’s mind reeled.

Master?

He wanted to beg. But he couldn’t even open his mouth.

Yanwei barely spared him a glance. He walked forward, dragging Jiang Yu along like a lifeless animal. His eyes gleamed under the moonlight, cold and depthless.

“Yun, do you know what I hate the most?”

Yun trembled. “I… I…”

Yanwei’s smile was slow. Inevitable.

“Disobedient tools.”

“The ones who think they know better.”

He exhaled softly, almost as if amused. “But I have a question. Do you know why I am called the Number One Demon?”

Jiang Yu’s mind screamed.

No. No, no, no—

Yun took a breath and answered in one breath. “M-my sect master told me that the righteous alliance brands people as demons when there is a conflict of interest. That they’re hypocrites. That they are more cruel than the ones they call demons. So I thought… I thought that you were called that because of politics, because they were afraid of you, because they wanted to frame you—”

Yanwei laughed.

Not just a chuckle.

A laugh so rich, so deep, it felt like the world itself shuddered. It rang through the night, through the bones of the people who heard it.

It did not stop.

Even those watching from the shadows, from a thousand meters away, felt their skin crawl.

Then, it cut off.

And in that silence, Yanwei whispered:

“You’re right.”

“But you’re also wrong.”

He stepped closer. His voice was soft. Patient.

“I was not branded as a demon just because there is a conflict of interest.”

“It’s because I also committed tons of massacre and genocide and this story is the first one.”