Lethal Stunner: Kicking Off with Five Beast Husbands

Chapter 40: Chapter 40: The More You Fear and Worry, the Safer You Are

Yu Yunxiao twitched his ears and frowned at Mo Jiao. "Your interests are really diverse, huh—romance novels and horror comics."

"When I reported my preferences to the Terminal, I didn’t ask for books or comics," Mo Jiao explained. "The bookshelf in this room and these books—they’re not mine at all."

"They’re mine," Xiao Jinsheng answered.

"I believe the romance novels are yours, but these horror comics too?" Mo Jiao chuckled. "Why don’t you stop trembling while flipping through them before you explain?"

"It’s precisely because I’m scared of this kind of stuff that the thing I’m looking for must be hidden in them." Xiao Jinsheng said with determination.

"This one has traces of writing," Que Zelian pointed out.

Xiao Jinsheng quickly leaned in, only to find herself face-to-face with a grotesque ghost drawn in the comic.

She flinched backward in fear but then forced herself to lean in again, suppressing her discomfort to examine it closely. She finally noticed faint, indented handwriting on the paper.

"I seem to have forgotten myself."

"I can’t remember where I came from or how long I’ll have to live in this hellish place."

"I want to go home."

"My memory seems... faulty. Multiple personalities? Schizophrenia? But it feels like it’s neither. It’s as if someone keeps rewriting my memories—they know all my habits and can predict every decision I’ll make through those patterns."

"Compared to things I love or am accustomed to, what frightens me actually feels safer."

"The Terminal assigned me five husbands, but I don’t want them. In this world, I neither want to trust nor dare to trust anyone anymore."

"Today is October 17th, my parents’ death anniversary. Wasting away in this apocalyptic world might be worse than dying. If I die, perhaps I can reunite with my family. My memory worsens every day—maybe next year, I won’t even recall their death anniversary anymore."

"I want to die so badly. I’m afraid of pain, so I can’t bring myself to do it. If only someone could kill me painlessly. Xiao Jinsheng, quit eating those awful buns!"

The familiar handwriting, the familiar tone—after reading it, Xiao Jinsheng stood frozen, completely dumbfounded.

rifling through the remaining horror

apart from the one Que Zelian discovered, none of the others

so, just that one discovery was enough to

she began to parse through everything she

Originally kind relatives

avoided making friends, immersed herself in the

had been a complete mess; her body was frail too. She failed miserably to run even 800 meters and

she encountered the Divine

what she believed was a post-apocalyptic beastification

her memories, she had arrived six days ago, right

at night, or herself leaving clues in the horror comic—they were both parts of

nineteen years in the Mist Continent

Clearly, Bai Yan was her prime suspect

to be gentle and kind, someone adored by everyone. Bai Yan’s spiritual power increased rapidly—she radiated protagonist’s luck

wasn’t supposed to possess the

It couldn’t be...

that moment, Xiao Jinsheng felt

Divine Gold System—the very entity that had brought her here—or the original plot she knew where Bai Yan

this, Xiao Jinsheng felt as if her entire transmigrated life—everything she had experienced—had been under someone else’s control. Lies and truths

entire body wrapped in a

to know—I’ll always be firmly on your side." Que Zelian pulled her into his embrace, his gentle actions working

to soothe," Yu Yunxiao snorted from the side. "If you need

dislike buns," Huaiqing said, his gaze soft behind his glasses. "I’m planning to compile a list of food you don’t like—though it would

want to kill?" Su Ye raised a

Jinsheng, raising his brows at her. "Looks like we share a

ratings girl, murder buddy!" Xiao Jinsheng

Jiao shrugged helplessly and glanced at the others. "See? This is

most venomous one here," Su Ye

of the earlier haze of despair, the men present all felt a bit

collected her

world she was in was real or fake, if her memories were