Turning an Enemy

Xiao Yin did not probe further. Under Hu Liena's slightly surprised gaze, he met Number 13's eyes hidden behind her veil and got straight to the point:

"Do you want to see the outside world?"

Those few words exploded like thunder in Number 13's heart!

Her pupils suddenly contracted, her body trembled almost imperceptibly, and even her breathing halted for an instant!

The outside world... sunlight, gentle breezes, the true cycle of day and night, free air... concepts she had nearly forgotten were effortlessly brought back by the man before her, carrying an almost cruel temptation.

How long had she been here?

Five years?

Ten years?

Or even longer?

Day after day, she wore this Gothic dress that symbolized shackles and death, guiding one Fallen One after another toward destruction.

She herself had lived in constant fear beneath the Slaughter King's capricious brutality, as though walking on a blade's edge. She never knew when a careless remark or an unintentional action would make her vanish without a trace, just like Number 12, Number 11... and the others before them.

The future?

There was no future here, only eternal bloodshed and despair.

Xiao Yin waited quietly without urging her.

He could sense the violent turmoil in her heart.

He knew that the impact of those words far exceeded any threat of force or promise of profit.

Hu Liena stood to the side, holding her breath.

She looked at Number 13, then at Xiao Yin, her own heart churning as well.

Xiao Yin... what exactly was he trying to do?

Was he directly trying to turn the Slaughter Envoy at the Slaughter King's side?

That was too insane!

Yet for some reason, as she looked at Xiao Yin's assured profile, she felt that perhaps... he really could do it.

Hu Liena did