Scarlet curtains, a soft bed.
The rich scent of rouge kept wafting into his nostrils.
Shen Lin lay on the bed, eyes wide, and murmured softly:
"I've transmigrated?"
He had gone from being an executive at a publicly listed company to a lowly constable in Qiulin County. The change in status was difficult to accept all at once.
But the antique decor of the room before him and the fragmented memories in his mind both reminded Shen Lin:
This was no clumsy prank.
In this world, demons and monsters roamed everywhere. Even a behemoth like the Great Wei dynasty couldn't wipe out every demon and monster within its borders.
His predecessor was twenty years old that year. His mother had died young, and his father, a soldier in the border army, had fallen in battle two years earlier.
His predecessor had always idled away his days. With no other choice, he used the compensation silver from the court to grease the palms of people at the County Office and became a constable. At least he'd managed to get a government paycheck.
He hadn't fully digested the memories in his mind, but Shen Lin had gained some understanding of this world and his predecessor's circumstances.
It was just that he couldn't make sense of his current situation.
He had only just tried to sit up when his vision went black. The muscles all over his body throbbed with pain, as if he'd just been hit by a dump truck.
"Ugh..."
Drawing in a sharp breath, Shen Lin leaned back and panted for a while, then carefully looked around.
As far as the eye could see, everything looked festive.
Red candles, paper cutouts of the double happiness character.
The tables and chairs were all made of redwood, and a lavish spread of food sat atop them, still steaming.
Was this... his wedding night?
He looked down at his naked body, then pulled a strange face. The moment he'd transmigrated...
Awkward!
Someone had finally gotten married, and he'd transmigrated right into the middle of it.
What a bizarre NTR scenario.
But...
Shen Lin looked around in confusion and noticed a problem.
Where had the Bride gone?
Was she pretty?
He wasn't thinking anything improper. He was simply curious.
After resting for a while, the dizziness had eased somewhat. Shen Lin was just about to get out of bed and put on some clothes when he suddenly noticed several lines of text appear in his field of vision, gradually coming into focus.
[Shen Lin] [Martial Arts Mastered: Blood Battle Saber Technique (Minor Achievement)] [Cultivation Methods Mastered: None] [Remaining Lifespan: Forty-three years] [Demon Lifespan: None] [You may spend lifespan to deduce cultivation methods and martial arts, gaining improvements.]
"What's this..."
Shen Lin reached out in confusion, trying to touch the text, but his hand passed straight through it.
Could this be...
A perk of being a transmigrator?
A system?
The Blood Battle Saber Technique...
In his memories, it seemed to be a martial art his predecessor had learned after joining the County Office.
Demons ran rampant in this world, yet on the surface, the Great Wei dynasty still held sway over its vast territory.
That was naturally because humans could also gain formidable power through cultivation.
According to his predecessor's knowledge, the Blood Battle Saber Technique was one of the most basic cultivation methods. With diligent practice, one could reach mastery, awaken the Qi and Blood Force within the body, and gain strength far beyond that of ordinary people.
So the system's function was to speed up his cultivation by consuming lifespan?
There was just one problem with that.
What was the point of cultivation?
Of course it was to prolong your life and live longer than an ordinary person.
But this system actually wanted him to shorten his lifespan to cultivate faster...
How was that any different from winning five million in the lottery, only to spend the rest of your life working nine-to-nine, six days a week, for a capitalist?
Couldn't I just train slowly on my own?
What a joke!
Just as Shen Lin grimaced, barely resisting the urge to curse, a set of light footsteps came from outside.
Shen Lin was about to call out when he suddenly froze. His face turned white in an instant. He immediately lay back down, staying perfectly still and pretending to be unconscious.
Creak.
The wooden door swung open, and a woman in a red dress swept inside.
Beneath the red dress was a pair of long, fair legs.
Looking up, one saw a woman with a curvaceous figure, her bright red Wedding Dress setting off her charming face.
The Bride had arrived.
But this charming Bride was carrying a battered sack that writhed nonstop.
The sack looked to weigh at least a hundred pounds, yet the seemingly delicate Bride carried it in one hand without the slightest strain.
With a thud, she tossed the sack onto the floor, stretched languidly, twisted her slender waist, and sauntered over to the table to sit down.
She picked up a wine cup and poured herself a drink. Just as she was about to drain it, her ear suddenly twitched, and she let out a soft, surprised sound.
"Hehehe."
With a laugh like silver bells, she set down the cup and poured herself another.
"Dear husband~"
Her alluring voice slipped into his ears, like someone scratching an itch deep in his heart. It was irresistible.
But Shen Lin, lying on the bed, didn't dare move a muscle. He lay as still as a corpse.
The Bride glanced at the cold sweat beading at Shen Lin's temples and chuckled. "Since you're already awake, dear husband, why not have a drink with me?"
"Or..."
"Was that last round not enough for you, dear husband? Do you want to make love once more?"
The Bride seemed a little embarrassed by her own words. A flush spread across her fair face.
When Shen Lin didn't respond, she slowly rose to her feet and undid her sash, speaking softly:
"If that's what you want, then I..."
At that moment, Shen Lin suddenly opened his eyes. Gritting his teeth against the pain in his body, he slowly sat up.
The Bride stopped what she was doing and looked at Shen Lin with a peculiar expression.
"Dear husband, you're in better shape than I expected."
Shen Lin smiled and spoke in a gentle voice. "If my wife has a desire, I'll risk my life to satisfy her."
The Bride lowered her head shyly, her voice dropping several degrees. "You're so naughty. Why didn't I realize you were such a sweet talker?"
But the mood only lasted a breath or two. She abruptly stood up and made as if to blow out the candles.
"Wait, my lady!"
Shen Lin suddenly stopped her, a puzzled look on his face. "What are you doing?"
"Of course I want to make love with my husband again. Don't you... like that?"
As she said this, she looked so pitiful that any man who saw her would have wanted to pull her into his arms and ravish her.
Shen Lin seemed to have trouble suppressing the heat rising inside him. He couldn't help swallowing.
"If that's the case, why blow out the candles?"
At Shen Lin's words, the Bride's face flushed bright red. She murmured, "Well... all right. It's inconvenient in the dark, and it'd be a hassle if I got this outfit dirty..."
As she spoke, she swayed toward the bed, the two mounds on her chest bouncing with every step.
"Then, dear husband... let your wife have a good taste!"
She parted her cherry lips and slowly bent over him.
As she did, thick liquid dribbled from the corners of her mouth, and her once-fair skin began to split apart.
A pair of horizontally opening mandibles tore through her skin and emerged, like the mouthparts of an insect.
But in the next instant, a pitch-black, rod-shaped object was shoved straight into her hideous maw.
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