Returning from Beyond: Madam Something

Those who "naturally possess abilities that other humans do not have"... aren't they beings superior to humans?

"Hey, hey, hey, this isn't funny..."

As she drew closer to the truth, the lady rationally cut off her train of thought.

She was proud, arrogant, extremely conceited, and loved luxury, but she was not stupid. Over two hundred years of life had taught her clearly that she should never venture into areas beyond her reach.

No matter how many doubts you may have about Yusuo Zai's existence, let's put those aside for now.

Focus on the present and enjoy life to the fullest—that was the lady's philosophy of life.

About two hundred years ago, among the nobles of a certain country on the East Emperor Continent, there lived a flawless young woman.

Her name is Winsani Goldleyman.

The girl was so perfect—her face, her figure, and especially her unparalleled beautiful singing voice. Everything about her made her the most eye-catching socialite among the upper-class nobility. Every day, countless men tried to get close to her, to admire her beauty, and to listen to her singing, including many high-ranking officials and dignitaries from all walks of life. Her family, of course, would not let these opportunities pass by. Using the girl as a tool, they cultivated relationships with celebrities from all walks of life, making their already prestigious family even more powerful, even at the cost of the girl's happiness.

Winsani was born with a love for beautiful things and a greater appreciation for luxury than girls her age. This wasn't so much a sign of moral failings as it was simply an innate inclination—a trait that, in a sense, made her enjoy the life of being adored by countless people. But in her view, that was the only redeeming quality of such a life. She hated forcing a smile in front of people she didn't like, loathed being used as a social tool, and resented the control exerted by her family. She firmly believed in her own perfection, but how could she, a perfect person, be manipulated by a group of greedy and self-serving individuals? It was an absolute irony.

The family's power grew, but human greed is insatiable. The family was no longer satisfied with having absolute say among the nobility; they wanted to establish kinship ties with the core of power in the country.

Thus, Winsani played a pivotal role in it all.

Her family betrothed her to the son of the current Prime Minister in exchange for "greater benefits."

Winsani was, after all, a woman, and she had some girlish daydreams. In her view, her perfect spouse had to be perfect as well, possessing beauty, intelligence, and strength—and definitely not a disgusting, fat, good-for-nothing.

The Prime Minister's son was by no means a competent ruler; he was merely a vulgar, ugly, and incompetent man who abused his power by relying on the legacy of his ancestors. Winsani, of course, could not accept this reality. She protested countless times, but how could a weak woman defy the will of her family?

The marriage finally came to fruition, and the young woman officially became the "Prime Minister's daughter-in-law." For other young women, their wedding night might be a day to remember, but for Winsani, it was the greatest stain on her life. That night, she was forced to surrender her purity to a disgusting man she loathed, allowing him to ravage her. He surrendered in less than half a minute, falling into a deep sleep with a nauseating smile. She hid in the bathroom, washing her body countless times, scrubbing her delicate skin until it almost bled, but the nausea wouldn't go away. In that short night, she contemplated suicide by biting off her tongue no less than ten times, but ultimately she restrained herself, because she didn't want this disgusting man to be the reason she ended her life.

After the wedding, the Prime Minister's son naturally boasted to everyone that the most beautiful woman in the entire kingdom was now his possession. Winsani could only stand by his side with a stiff smile, as his wife, enduring the gazes of people with all sorts of thoughts. Powerless, no matter how dissatisfied or disgusted she was with reality, all she could do was endure.

Days passed, and soon Winsani became pregnant. However, her so-called husband not only failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a pregnant wife, but also sought pleasure with other women during this time. She was left alone in the mansion, watching her belly grow larger each day. The nanny caring for her was always cold and businesslike, and the maids who were always jealous of her beauty and status took advantage of the master's long absences to make things difficult for her. Winsani silently endured all of this. The external pressure was secondary; the important thing was her body—the thought of carrying this despicable man's child made her feel nauseous. But what could she do? Deliberately cause an abortion? That would only make her situation more unbearable.

Ten months later, she gave birth to a baby girl. As she had expected, the Prime Minister's son not only did not become a father, but also regarded his family as a shackle that hindered his enjoyment. In fact, he had already left behind many illegitimate children in his years of decadent life. In his eyes, the daughter born to this "legitimate wife" was no different from his other illegitimate children, except that she had an extra title.

That night, the lady, alone in her bedroom, was recuperating after childbirth while cursing her fate, cursing life, and cursing the world.

That same night, she suddenly awakened her supernatural abilities.

Most people with superpowers awaken their abilities before the age of ten, and very few awaken them after the age of fifteen. Winsani, however, was already twenty-four when she awakened her abilities, making her an extremely rare case. Although she started more than ten years later than other people with superpowers, she was not in a hurry; all she felt was ecstasy.

Because her superpowers were simply too powerful.

Imagine a weak person who has always resigned herself to a miserable reality and constantly cursed her current life, suddenly gaining the power to destroy everything she hates. What would happen?

Soon, the entire kingdom's highest echelons of power were shrouded in a blood-red haze.

The servants in her household who had always spoken coldly to her died suddenly overnight; the ladies who had always looked at her with envy or hatred also died one after another; then came the noblemen who had looked at her with disgust; and then came her family who had always used, controlled, and manipulated her as a tool. Seeing the twisted corpses of her former family members displayed before her, tears and laughter contorting her face, she knew that from this moment on, she couldn't stop until she destroyed everything that bound her.

What happened after that is almost legendary. The once weak and powerless noblewoman single-handedly slaughtered the royal Imperial Guard, leaving not even a trace of the prime minister alive. As for her so-called husband—she naturally prepared the most lavish death feast for him, making him wish he were dead.

In the very end, only one stain remained on her life.

That was her and that man's daughter, sleeping peacefully in her crib.

Winsani's first reaction was to kill her, not with her powers, but by strangling her to death bit by bit with her bare hands; only by doing so could she quell her hatred.

But in the end, she still couldn't bring herself to do it.

Even though her five fingers were almost embedded in the baby girl's skin, and any further force could have killed her, she stopped at the last moment.

Children are innocent.

Moreover, half of the child's blood is hers.

So she spared the baby girl's life and left the country, which was now practically defunct.

As for joining the organization and becoming that "Madam" many years later, that's another story.

"... Madam, Madam?"

"Um...?"

The lady's shoulders trembled slightly as she sat up from the soft chaise lounge, her luxurious body stretching gently. Looking around, she saw the Starfall Mountain Range still there, and beside the giant blood sphere, her subordinates, whose beauty was not easily recognizable, stood in a line.

"Oh dear... I fell asleep without even realizing it."

She noticed an exquisite velvet quilt covering her; her subordinates must have put it on her.

Although she was still in that desolate wilderness, the place was completely different from before. Including the luxurious chaise lounge she was lying on, there were now more than a dozen exquisitely carved pieces of furniture, as well as parasols, fruit bowls, coffee machines, tea sets, feather fans, and so on. This was her standard travel setup; she couldn't just stand there waiting foolishly. From the beginning, she had sent a message back to her subordinates to have everything moved over.

"Was it you who covered me with the blanket, Twenty-three?"

"Yes, madam."

"What a sweet little angel!"

"I am deeply honored."

"But why did you wake me up? Is there something strange about this stupid giant blood cell?"

"Well..."

"To be honest."

Faced with the lady's melodious voice, all pretense was futile, Twenty-three immediately revealed the reason.

"Because you don't look well, madam."

"... Not good? Specifically?"

"Your complexion was a little... unwell while you were sleeping, and you kept fidgeting, muttering something to yourself—"

"--What did I say?"

"He said... but my subordinates didn't quite catch the details. It was something like... 'Stay away from me,' 'family,' 'Prime Minister,' 'this child,' 'cage,' and so on."

"... Oh, I see. Was there anyone else who heard this besides you?"

"Probably not, everyone else is quite far away."

The lady breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good—'You can die now'."

As soon as he finished speaking, Twenty-three collapsed to the ground, his expression frozen, his heart, breathing, pulse, and all physiological activities stopped, and he entered a state of 'death'.

"Come here, all of you, move this pile of dead flesh away!"

At the lady's soft shout, her subordinates, who were already used to such situations, immediately rushed over and dragged away the body of Twenty-three.

The lady reclined on the chaise lounge, her eyes gently closed.

"It's true... the 'past' is such a thorn in your side. No matter how many times you try to wash away the stains of the past, they keep popping up like lint balls on a sweater, and you can never completely sever them... Damn it..."

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And so the third Yan Emperor appeared! Applause~ Thank you, Little Mistress~