Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Bai Ling was the calmest one, smiling as she waited for Zhou Baiyu to respond.

Perhaps the realism in the game world was too low, for even though Zhang Haoyun felt as if all the scarlet eyes on her body should be wide open, as if her chest was filled with grievances...

She just couldn't shed any tears, but suddenly lifted her head and said with a choked voice,

"I think, I've never really directly asked you this question."

"I thought, with all you were willing to do for me, you must like me."

"But it seems in your life, such things are quite common."

Recalling the question Zhen Shi had once raised, and remembering Zhou Baiyu's silence at that time, Zhang Haoyun felt a sense of powerlessness.

She was indeed the youngest among the three women.

Midel and Bai Ling had both been tempered in this world for many years.

Although Bai Ling called Zhou Baiyu "Dad," in version 2.49, Bai Ling's actual age was even older than Zhou Baiyu's.

Thus, the most vulnerable in terms of emotional strength was actually Zhang Haoyun.

She could wait for a long time, keeping watch for Zhou Baiyu to come out of the Land of No Light, and when everyone thought she would lose control, she didn't.

But all of it was because her inner cornerstone—Zhou Baiyu—was still there.

But now, that cornerstone seemed to be gone.

Zhang Haoyun suddenly realized, perhaps he didn't love her at all.

"I..."

Zhou Baiyu looked at Zhang Haoyun, then at Midel, and for a moment didn't know who to answer first, let alone how to respond.

Guang Tongchen seemed about to say something, like he wanted them all, but was preempted by Wuxin.

"Boss, I've got something to discuss with you," Wuxin instantly dragged Constantin away, pulling Guang Tongchen with him, retreating several steps.

After all, he couldn't just stand by and watch, he hoped that Zhou Baiyu would get through this.

Midel said,

"Do you have any idea how many of my companions died because of the choice I made back then?"

"Or do you think, in your eyes, they were just Demons, their deaths insignificant?"

"In the arena back then, were you lying to me? I want to know, was everything you said to me because you genuinely cared, or was it because... you just wanted me to attain a higher status, to bring you information?"

Midel's inner strength was formidable, but seeing Zhang Haoyun's distressed look...

Midel couldn't quite feel the joy either, and even felt an increasing urge to vent at Zhou Baiyu.

Only Bai Ling, at this very moment, was truly composed. Her mind had already started calculating how to handle this crisis of three women and one play:

"These two women seem to have a deep relationship with Jiang Xianwu. But Jiang Xianwu doesn't love them; he is forced by certain special circumstances to act as if he does, to get through some crisis."

Bai Ling's analysis was about eighty to ninety percent accurate.

"The situation now, with my appearance, may have intensified the conflict, but these issues would erupt sooner or later, and it would only be worse in the future."

"Rather, it's better to help Jiang Xianwu resolve these hidden dangers now."

"Hesitation will only make things worse; we're also pressed for time and can't afford to dawdle here."

"No matter whom he chooses, he needs to give an answer today. Act swiftly, resolve the troubles quickly."

Once Bai Ling made her decision, she said directly,

"I think I know what's happened; let's not waste time. I'm asking you, do you like either of these two women? If you do, which one? Just give me a straight answer."

Bai Ling knew she wasn't a contender at this stage, so she didn't give Jiang Xianwu a chance to reject her, effectively removing herself from the equation.

She only left Jiang Xianwu with the choice between the two of them.

The most composed player, with the deepest stratagems, was now truly entering the game.

The Snow Demon gaped, and Wuxin's mouth fell open as well; this question was too suffocating.

But both the Snow Demon and Wuxin pricked up their ears, eager to know the answer to this suffocating question.