The Source of the Assassination

In the dark space, the loom continued to turn with clack-clack and click-click sounds. Each thread stretched and contracted rhythmically. On closer inspection, strange letters seemed to be inscribed on the imitation threads.

The black tide rose higher and higher, as if it intended to completely dissolve the old loom.

Yet the loom was too ancient—so ancient that even pure darkness could not digest it.

Seeing that corrosion by the black tide was useless, Little Ye the Lolita brought her hands together. The black tide solidified within the dark space, transforming into two walls that closed in from both sides amid earth-shaking rumbles, crushing everything in their path.

An SS+ superpower was no joke, after all.

Perhaps disturbed by the dark space, the threads on the loom began weaving faster and faster. The imitation threads started tangling together, becoming long, supple strips of silk. As the letters on the threads intertwined, they gradually evolved into names: Mr. Ren, Du Zhaodi, and herself!

"Collapse!"

A sharp aura flashed through the space.

Little Ye the Lolita's eyes flew open. She recognized this thing.

Before the loom could be completely crushed by the two black walls, one thread, stretched to its limit by the loom, suddenly snapped. Her own name was engraved on that thread.

The next moment, every pore on Little Ye the Lolita's body sensed an intense crisis of life and death.

Every gift of fate came at a price.

Then golden light blazed. Within it, transparent figures shouted and surged forward. Humanity's will shone brilliantly within the opened space.

Amid the burning radiance of human nature, a gigantic black imperial machine descended from the sky. Its new battleship-cleaving blade struck a certain thread in the darkness from an angle both profound and mysterious.

It was the imitation thread that had