I Was Bitten by a Woman Right After I Crossed Over

The Tokyo of Area 11, East Asian Revolutionary League—a city plagued by disaster.

Late at night, after the rain.

The air had been washed clean, and puddles reflected the distant neon lights in a kaleidoscope of colors.

More than a dozen security cameras scattered along the streets and alleys had been destroyed, their components strewn across the ground. A long LED display hanging above a convenience store kept flashing a line of bright red text.

"Residents, please return home as soon as possible and avoid going out."

Isis rose onto her toes and nimbly avoided a puddle stained red with blood.

The street behind her looked as if a hurricane had swept through, with signs of destruction everywhere.

More than a dozen mangled corpses lay scattered across the ground. From their uniforms and equipment, they appeared to be soldiers.

"Cough, cough..."

A sudden coughing fit made Isis stop just as she was about to leave.

She glanced back. In the corner, the only corpse dressed in casual clothes suddenly sat up.

To Isis, this corpse had seemed just as dead as the dozen or so soldiers who had been killed.

Yet now he was alive.

"Cough, cough..."

Fang Cheng struggled to his feet and braced one hand against the wall, looking utterly bewildered.

One moment, he'd been crouched in his bathroom at home, playing a mobile game. The next, he'd ended up in someone else's body on an unfamiliar street.

The scene before him left him dumbfounded. Had he wandered straight onto a battlefield the moment he crossed over?

Or was this a film set?

There was also a faint number 4 in his field of vision, so subtle he might not have noticed it if he hadn't been looking carefully.

Fang Cheng lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, then looked up again and took in his surroundings.

A silent, ruined street. Corpses strewn all around. And a woman with golden hair and red eyes standing dozens of meters away.

The woman looked about twenty. Her eyes were like rubies, and she had a delicate nose and cherry-red lips. Not a single feature on her face was out of place. Her figure had perfect proportions, and her long golden hair fell like a waterfall to her waist, seeming to glow faintly in the darkness.

She wore nothing but a pure white dress, making her look like a goddess descended from heaven.

Noble, beautiful, and untouchable.

Fang Cheng instinctively reached for his phone.

She was so beautiful—he had to take a picture and post it to his social media.

He'd show those female coworkers who edited their photos until even their own mothers couldn't recognize them what natural beauty looked like—and what prime spellcasting material was.

But he quickly realized that he'd crossed over and would never see those pain-in-the-neck women again.

Besides, he couldn't find his phone. All he felt was something sticky.

Fang Cheng looked down and saw his hands covered in blood, which had stained his white T-shirt bright red.

What the hell? Was I already screwed the moment I got here?

"You're not right."

A charming voice suddenly sounded beside him.

The golden-haired woman, who had been dozens of meters away, appeared at Fang Cheng's side in an instant.

Fang Cheng instinctively tried to dodge, but his body suddenly stiffened. He couldn't even move a finger.

"You should already be dead. Why are you still alive?"

The words Isis spoke were in fluent English. Fang Cheng's rough, construction-site English was just good enough to understand her.

He couldn't move a muscle. His mouth was the only thing he could still control.

"I... I don't know what you mean."

What else could he say? That he'd crossed over and come back from the dead?

Isis's fingers lightly brushed Fang Cheng's cheek, then slid down to his chest, but found nothing there.

She remembered clearly that this kid had been an unlucky passerby who'd wandered onto the battlefield. He'd barely shown up before a stray bullet hit him in the chest and killed him. Why had the bullet hole disappeared?

Isis raised two fingers and easily plunged them into Fang Cheng's chest, searching inside his rib cage.

Fang Cheng opened his mouth to scream, but couldn't even make a sound.

Soon, Isis found a bullet inside Fang Cheng's chest, proving that what she'd seen hadn't been an illusion.

She smiled and was about to say something when she suddenly looked up at the distant night sky.

Something seemed to be moving in the pitch-black sky.

Isis showed a hint of impatience. She stepped closer, placed a hand on Fang Cheng's shoulder, and leaned in to whisper by his ear.

"Little brother, I'm going to give you a surprise."

As soon as she finished speaking, she opened her mouth and bit Fang Cheng's neck. Her two long, sharp fangs pierced his artery, and warm blood gushed out, flowing into her mouth.

Fang Cheng felt like an innocent little pond, while this woman was a high-powered water pump.

He wanted to fight back, but an invisible force held him in place.

As his blood drained away, his strength rapidly faded.

Damn it, was he going to die right after crossing over?

Wouldn't that make the whole thing pointless?

That was the only thought left in Fang Cheng's mind. His vision darkened, and his consciousness began to fade.

Isis released him. Fang Cheng collapsed like a puddle of sludge, gazing blankly at the night sky, his mouth slightly open as he struggled to breathe in fresh air.

Isis licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, looking rather disappointed. "An ordinary taste. Nothing special."

Half-conscious, Fang Cheng heard the golden-haired woman's assessment, and anger flared inside him.

You drink my blood for free and still have the nerve to complain?

Isis crouched beside Fang Cheng, her ruby-red eyes fixed on his body as she watched to see if he would recover.

It seemed as if some kind of restraint had been lifted. Fang Cheng could finally move again.

His gaze fell on the golden-haired woman. Using what little strength he had left, he slowly lifted a hand and reached toward her chest.

Seeing what Fang Cheng was doing, Isis didn't get angry. Instead, she smiled.

"What a little pervert. You're about to die, and you still want to touch your big sister?"

She didn't dodge. With a teasing look in her eyes, she let Fang Cheng's hand draw near.

Just as Fang Cheng's hand was about to touch Isis's chest, it suddenly sped up and jabbed upward, thrusting two fingers into her nostrils.

Isis: (⊙⊙)

She had lived for who knew how many years and seen countless men try to do all kinds of things to her.

But she had never met one who tried to poke her nostrils.

It was so unexpected that she didn't dodge in time.

Isis suddenly appeared on Fang Cheng's other side, her fingers already pressed against his heart.

Looking down at Fang Cheng, she smiled. "Little brother, do you know what you're doing?"

Fang Cheng managed a weak smile too. "Fuck your mother!"

"..."

Isis's smile vanished. She pressed her finger down lightly, and Fang Cheng's heart shattered into pieces.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed. His breathing stopped, and he was dead beyond a doubt.

After killing Fang Cheng, Isis didn't leave right away. She watched him carefully for a while and saw no sign of him coming back to life. He was truly dead.

She stood up, somewhat disinterested, clasped her hands behind her back, and walked away with a light step, disappearing into the deep darkness.

The dark street fell silent once more.

About ten minutes later, Fang Cheng, who had been lying dead on the ground, suddenly sat up. He clutched his chest and gasped for air, like a drowning man who had just surfaced.

Still panting, he looked around and realized Isis had long since disappeared.

"...I'm not dead?"

Fang Cheng looked down at the blood covering him, completely bewildered. The wound in his chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was about to get up when he groaned and sank back down. His head began to throb.

A flood of unfamiliar memories flashed wildly through his mind, like a video sped up a hundred times. The images made him dizzy and disoriented.

Only after a long while did he finish absorbing the memories that belonged to the body's original owner. Fang Cheng used the wall to stand up, but his whole body felt weak and powerless, as if his kidneys had given out after a phase-shift boost. He could barely walk.

After orienting himself, he slowly left the area.

A small drone silently flew overhead.

Following the memories in his mind, Fang Cheng returned to the home of the body he now inhabited.

It was a cramped apartment.

By the time he got home, the wound in his chest had healed, and his strength was gradually returning to normal.

He took off his bloodstained clothes and walked naked into the bathroom to wash himself off.

The cold water gradually calmed Fang Cheng's restless mind, and at last, the jumbled memories in his head began to make sense.

He now understood what kind of world he had come to.

This world resembled Earth, but it had supernatural forces and all kinds of bizarre monsters, so its history had unfolded differently.

As ideologies clashed and the living environment grew more dangerous by the day, countries with similar cultural backgrounds had formed political alliances to face the crisis.

The world was now divided among three powers: East Asia, Western Europe, and North America. They competed with one another, but also cooperated.

East Asia's political organization was the Human Reform League, and Japan was known as Area 11.

The body he now inhabited belonged to an ordinary high school student studying in Area 11.

As usual, he had the same name as Fang Cheng, his parents were dead, he had no younger sister, and he owned a house. He lived alone.

The original owner had stayed home gaming all day, then slipped out at night to find something to eat. He hadn't expected to wander onto a battlefield where government forces were pursuing a monster, only to be sent to meet his parents by a stray bullet.

According to this world's definition of supernatural species, the golden-haired woman was probably a Vampire, an extremely dangerous creature.

Fang Cheng couldn't help mourning the original owner for three seconds. The first time in his life he'd been bitten by a woman, and he hadn't even gotten to see her before he died.

After his moment of silence, Fang Cheng walked over to the mirror.

The mirror showed a thin, long-haired boy. He pushed back the hair that had covered his ears and eyes, revealing a handsome, regular-featured face, pale skin, and the dark circles beneath his eyes from staying up late.

"Not bad. I'm about a tenth as handsome as I was before I crossed over, so at least it feels like me."

Fang Cheng tilted his head back and touched his neck.

The female Vampire had bitten two holes into it, but they had already healed.

Yet the heart-pounding sensation of his blood draining away still lingered in his mind, impossible to shake.

When a leech sucked blood, it released an anesthetic to reduce the pain.

This Vampire was worse than a leech.

But his body had come back from the dead and healed from its wounds. Had he turned into a Vampire?

Fang Cheng remembered the woman saying she'd give him a surprise. Could this be it?

Well, what a surprise. If he ran into her again, Fang Cheng would be happy to offer her a billion-dollar business deal and properly repay her for this "surprise."

"Hmm?"

Fang Cheng also noticed a faint number 3 in his field of vision. He leaned close to the mirror and saw that the number 3 was indeed reflected in his left pupil.

"What is this?"

Fang Cheng felt a slight jolt of alarm. When he'd first crossed over, the number had been 4. Now it had dropped to 3?

And during that time, the female Vampire had killed him once, and he'd come back to life.

Could the number represent how many times he could revive?

Just as Fang Cheng was pondering this, his ear twitched. He heard a faint noise coming from outside the bathroom.