A Ghastly Revelation

With Han Xiaoyu now gone, what comes next…

Mo Linyu said, turning her gaze to Su Luoli.

“…is the time for unadulterated truth.”

Su Luoli, however, frowned and shoved her chair backward with her feet, though the carpet made the movement sluggish.

“Don’t you dare come any closer!”

“Don’t be afraid. What I’m about to tell you will likely be difficult to accept, but…”

Amidst Su Luoli’s palpable fear, Mo Linyu unfastened two buttons at her collar.

“Hey, hey, hey, do you really have to do this?”

Li Yue reached out to stop her, only for Mo Linyu to swat her hand away.

“Don’t interfere, Hero. This is the most direct way to prove it.”

Mo Linyu continued to unbutton the third, revealing pristine skin and the deep valley of her cleavage. Li Yue helplessly averted her gaze, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

As for Su Luoli…

“W-what are you doing, taking off your clothes! Are you… are you trying to…”

Su Luoli’s voice began to tremble. She struggled violently, desperate to escape, but the ropes bound her tightly; each frantic movement only tightened them further.

“Don’t be nervous. I just want to show you this…”

Mo Linyu pulled open her half-unbuttoned shirt, revealing a ghastly, circular scar on her chest.

“Do you see it?”

Su Luoli, however, merely shouted from her chair, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth wide open:

“I don’t want to see it! Pervert! P-put your clothes back on!”

[She actually wants me to look at her chest. Is she showing off?]

Li Yue rolled her eyes at the dialogue box, then stepped forward, cupped Su Luoli’s jaw with one hand, forcefully turning her face towards Mo Linyu, and with the other, pried open her soft eyelids.

“Open your eyes and look closely! There’s a scar on her chest!”

Su Luoli did see it, but with her mouth clamped shut, she couldn’t speak. Still, the proximity was more than enough for Su Luoli to bite Li Yue’s hand.

“Hiss!”

Wincing in pain from the bite, Li Yue immediately released her. Su Luoli, in turn, managed to slip her hand free from the binding ropes, but instead of continuing her attack, she retreated warily to the window.

“You actually managed to escape that… You truly have a knack for thievery.”

Li Yue frowned, examining her bitten hand. It bore the distinct marks of Su Luoli’s teeth, both on her palm and the back of her hand. Her teeth were quite neat, Li Yue noted, wondering if she needed a rabies shot.

“Don’t you two come any closer! Just talk from over there!”

She had indeed seen the scar on Mo Linyu’s chest, but she couldn’t fathom what connection this scar had to her.

“This was my fatal wound in my previous life, and she was the one who killed me in that life.”

Mo Linyu pointed to herself, then to Li Yue.

“And this is the murder weapon.”

Li Yue pulled a golden baseball bat from a bag behind her and rested it against Mo Linyu’s chest, allowing Su Luoli to clearly see the bat’s size relative to the scar.

“…And? What does that have to do with me?”

Mo Linyu continued, “In my past life, I was the Demon Lord, and she was the Hero. This baseball bat is the Holy Sword.”

At this, Su Luoli regarded the two before her with an expression typically reserved for utter imbeciles.

“Huh? Another world? Demon Lord? Hero? Have you two been reading too much Isekai trash fiction (TL Note: A derogatory term for low-quality novels, often involving protagonists reincarnated into another world, akin to ‘toilet paper fiction’ in Chinese slang.)?”

Her tone was laced with derision and mockery, making it clear she didn’t believe a word.

She even sneered, “Are you going to tell me I’m from another world too? What would I be then? The Hero’s companion?”

At Su Luoli’s words, Li Yue immediately scoffed, “Don’t even try. You’re definitely some kind of demon.”

How could a Hero’s companion be a thief?

In Li Yue’s memory, at least, none of the Hero’s companions had such ‘unclean hands’… though, come to think of it, the party’s cleric was quite adept at thievery.

In any case, Su Luoli’s soul had to be that of a demon!

Su Luoli simply stated, “You two are crazy! I don’t have time for your role-playing games! I’m leaving!”

“Oh? Aren’t you afraid I’ll call the police?”

This declaration, it seemed, had some effect. Su Luoli’s movements instantly stiffened.

This paradoxical reaction—hesitant yet defiant, fearful yet brave—made Li Yue let out a wry chuckle. “Heh, you’re really that scared of us calling the police, aren’t you? Don’t worry, as long as you cooperate, I have my ways to make you believe us.”

“Tell me, but don’t come any closer.”

Su Luoli was genuinely terrified of Li Yue.

“First, there’s mind-reading. This is a special transmigration perk I received as the Hero…”

However, this perk was only obtained after her career as the Hero had ended; she hadn’t possessed it during her time as the Hero at all…

That wretched Goddess was so stingy; she even demanded a piece of my very soul as collateral for the Holy Sword. Could she have been skimming off the aid meant for me from above?

“…You’re a psychic? No, this must be some kind of psychological trickery?”

Su Luoli still tried to reconcile the bizarre events before her with her materialistic worldview.

Li Yue watched her from a distance, shrugging.

“Do you think an ordinary person could have such superpowers? Or would you rather believe in psychics than in transmigrators?”

Su Luoli pressed, “You’re a transmigrator? What about her? Is she a transmigrated Demon Lord?”

“No, she’s the Demon Lord from another world. When the Goddess sent me back, she inadvertently brought her…”

Li Yue gestured with a finger pointed at Su Luoli.

“…and your soul, back with me in a reverse transmigration.”

“…I… I’m not from this world?”

Su Luoli clearly still didn’t believe, yet seemed to believe just a little.

Though she lacked mind-reading, Mo Linyu seized the opportunity. “You reincarnated into this world, so of course you are a person of this world. It’s just that your soul’s registration still belongs to another world, so it requires the Goddess’s intervention to officially transfer it, allowing you to truly become a resident of this world…”

She closed the distance between herself and Su Luoli.

“…So, I need you.”

“Wait!”

Su Luoli held out a hand, stopping her from drawing closer.

“Then what do you want with me?”

Mo Linyu halted, then simply sat back down by the bed, but the scar on her chest remained exposed to Su Luoli’s eyes. That ghastly wound, if not for special effects makeup… was undoubtedly a fatal one.

To have suffered a fatal wound and still be alive, in a way, corroborated their extraordinary claims.

Mo Linyu continued, “We need to gather all the transmigrated souls that have spilled into this world, including yours, before they can be officially registered… To do this, besides you, I also need to find the remaining eight people within three months.”

Su Luoli’s brow remained deeply furrowed.

After all, these words were utterly preposterous.

“I don’t believe it…”

Mo Linyu simply replied, “Whether you believe us or not is inconsequential, as we don’t require you to do anything specific. Of course, it would be best if you’re willing to help us find the other transmigrated souls.”

“…How can you find them?”

Su Luoli asked. Li Yue pointed to Mo Linyu’s open chest.

“When a soul like yours approaches her, the scar on her chest will throb faintly. The intensity of the pain allows us to pinpoint their general location. That’s how we found you.”

“…Why three months?”

“If I don’t gather them all, I will die. The fatal wound from my past life will claim me…”

As Mo Linyu spoke, she met Su Luoli’s gaze directly.

“…And you, perhaps, won’t escape either.”

A sudden, inexplicable chill ran down Su Luoli’s spine.