Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

The scenery outside the train continued to captivate the heart.

Actually, this was also one of the rules, constantly tempting people to open the windows.

This train was filled with lies and seduction, and every passenger was extremely dangerous.

Zhou Baiyu and Huang Miu sat together, with the little bun across from them.

Zhou Baiyu realized that having a good relationship with these rule-bound passengers was the key to being able to refuse the demands of rule-bound passengers.

For instance, he could refuse the requests of the little bun, but Huang Miu could not.

For instance, he could rely on deterrence to prevent other rule-bound passengers from causing trouble, but Huang Miu could not.

Because in the process of deterring these rule-bound passengers earlier, Huang Miu's performance had been very limited.

Although Huang Miu had good potential and wasn't really the chosen nitwit, he was at least capable of playing his part well with Zhou Baiyu; but in reality, it was only through Zhou Baiyu's various strategies that the rule-bound passengers settled down.

Therefore, Zhou Baiyu thought to himself, if one day he were to... get on good terms with all the passengers abiding by the rules on the train—

Then he might as well be another train conductor.

Or rather, his status might be even higher than that of the train conductor.

Whether you can live to get off the mysterious train and arrive at the final station—The conductor has no say in that; it has to be me, Jiang Xianwu, who decides.

Thinking this way, in combination with the train's ability to travel between three worlds, Zhou Baiyu suddenly felt that this deal wasn't so bad.

But obviously, right now, he could only cope with the rule-bound passengers in the ordinary compartments; the secrets of this train were also much more numerous than he had imagined.

Luckily, everything had been quiet these past few days.

He and Huang Miu were stuck in a position where they could neither advance nor retreat, which meant he didn't need to continue to the rear carriages.

This was somewhat like exploiting a bug.

As a result, the train conductor viewed him with newfound respect.

But obviously, the next time he entered the train, this bug might be fixed.

"Next time I enter the train, I need to have more tricks up my sleeve. Otherwise, I shouldn't summon the train lightly," he thought.

Summoning the train could forcefully interrupt the current recruitment phase.

But the cost of summoning the train is having to deal with a different set of rule-bound passengers.

Zhou Baiyu looked at Huang Miu:

"Speaking of which, of the people who escaped from Nightmare Bridge besides you, there were others, right?"

"Don't you have any contact with those people? Have you ever wondered why there were so many people who came out of the blue to protect you?"

Huang Miu had of course thought about this issue.

In fact, after spending a long time with Zhou Baiyu, he had gradually begun to remember some things.

But Huang Miu did not answer Zhou Baiyu's question.

He was just leering out of the window of the carriage.

Outside the window, beautiful women were continuously knocking on the glass, inviting Huang Miu.

Huang Miu seemed like he might be overcome by lust at any moment and open the carriage door.

But all this was just seeming; Huang Miu wouldn't actually do it.

Because of what Zhou Baiyu had said earlier, he changed his destination, going to the place he was destined to go—The Library of the Gods.

Some memories buried deep in Huang Miu's mind also started to surface.

"Don't let others discover your specialness."

"You must make the world believe you're a waste."

"You must be forbearing."

"You must learn to package yourself."

"You must have flaws."

The voice in his mind was very familiar, like his own.

It was as if he had once given these suggestions to himself.

Only by not standing out, only by not causing any uproar, could he survive.

Huang Miu gradually learned to package himself.

He always remembered the most important sentence the voice in his head had said—

"You must learn to forget, and only when you meet someone who truly wants to protect you, can you gather up everything you've forgotten."

Zhou Baiyu was observing Huang Miu, but actually, Huang Miu was also observing Zhou Baiyu.

Some things become real if you pretend for long enough.

Pretending to be a waste for too long, you eventually become one. Huang Miu was such an example.

But as long as the foundation was still there, it was always possible to slowly recover.

It was just that Huang Miu wasn't sure whether Jiang Xianwu was really trustworthy.

"If after reaching the Library I'm still protected by this guy... maybe, I could try sharing some details about 'us' with him," he thought.

As Huang Miu mused this, his face still bore a lecherous expression, drooling over the woman outside the window.

Zhou Baiyu shook his head and said no more.

There was only one day left before reaching the final destination—The Library of the Gods.

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Version 2.49.

In the southern outskirts of Linxiang City, black flames scorched the earth, raising the temperature throughout the city.

Even before this great battle began, the demons within Linxiang City had started to evacuate continuously.

The black flames that burned everything were spreading constantly, moving towards the center of Linxiang City.

Linxiang City, as a land of corruption, had many buildings wrapped in black tentacles and blood-red eyes.

These tentacles and eyes represented the level of corruption.

The more corrupt a place was, the more numerous and larger these tentacles and eyes, which seemed to be part of some immense creature, would be.

They seemed alive, yet also like props or some kind of dead matter.

If they were considered dead matter, the tentacles would occasionally wriggle and the eyes would blink, spreading corruption to the humans who gazed upon them.

But if they were considered living, faced with the Black Flame Demon Emperor's burning flames, they seemed utterly powerless to resist.

The black flames destroyed everything: dust, flesh, corruption...

All the locations where sentient fragments had existed were baptized by the black flames.

Even the distinctive characteristics of corruption were thoroughly incinerated to ash.

The Blood Demon Emperor didn't even need to take action.