Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Guang Tongchen had already begun heading toward the gambling tables.

Zhou Baiyu glanced at everyone:

"Thank you all for your trust, but if I fail..."

"Enough, Brother Jiang, since the Chairman trusts you, I trust you too. Like the Chairman said, this is our own choice."

The wily woman smiled and continued:

"I'm quite curious to know what trait I will unlock after my corruption value reaches 100."

"They say that this corruption trait will be related to one's desires. I quite like the idea of adopting handsome young men as sons."

Listening to the wily woman's teasing, the kneeling servile figure also said:

"I want life to be less bitter. In the real world... ha, some are born in Rome, while I was born a mule."

At this point, the atmosphere seemed to suggest that if one didn't express a wish now, they might never get another chance. Three-Day Fisherman said:

"I just want to let things rot."

Indeed, it was a very typical Three-Day Fisherman, two days drying nets kind of life.

Ling Hansu didn't say much, only:

"Come on, Brother Jiang."

Zhou Baiyu nodded. The feeling of carrying the lives of others on his shoulders didn't weigh him down.

It was just like the many times he had comforted those who wanted to commit suicide over the phone...

As if he would enter a kind of "flow state."

"Wait for my good news."

After saying that, Zhou Baiyu also stepped into the gambling fray.

What happened next was familiar territory for Zhou Baiyu and Guang Tongchen.

The two encountered no hang-ups whatsoever.

In less than a minute, they once again arrived in front of the library.

After dealing with the three guardians... Guang Tongchen forced himself to look less tired and swiftly cut off the tentacles entangling An Ya.

Then... Zhou Baiyu picked up An Ya.

This scene was very much like the first time, the way Guang Tongchen had carried An Ya.

And everything unfolded just as An Ya had predicted—

The forerunners believed they were hostages.

An Ya's behavior was the same as the first time, pretending to say:

"Who are you... Are you here to rescue me?"

She pretended to be weak, falling into a feigned unconsciousness, just as she had during her first recruitment process.

But Zhou Baiyu was very calm:

"Yes, we're here to save you, An Ya."

An Ya was startled.

How could the forerunners know her name?

She knew that forerunners were a group who could take the lead, but the name An Ya...

Only she and her grandfather knew that name. In public, she had another name, taking her mother's surname—her name was Song Ya.

Zhou Baiyu had already felt a surge of murderous intent that made his hair stand on end.

But he didn't pay it any special mind. Zhou the Big Bluffer's show had just begun.

"We are forerunners; knowing your name isn't hard, after all, in the future, we're partners."

He threw out an answer first. After all, the other party doesn't know the changes of the future, letting the other party follow this answer to think backward, to self-persuade.

Of course, necessary reasoning was also indispensable.

"You want to kill us, toy with us, fine, but I really don't want to hear your agonized screams just before you die," Zhou Baiyu imitated An Ya:

"Only corruption can defeat corruption... Grandfather's idea was right! This is the apocalypse, the true doomsday for mankind... Humans who do not contemplate the path of evolution will just become livestock for the monsters in the future!"

"Why... Why... must you hinder me!"

Zhou Baiyu had excellent control over his emotions, and his imitation was exceptional.

These words made An Ya feel... remarkably similar to her own tone of voice.

She could no longer pretend to sleep, and Zhou Baiyu continued calmly:

"Does it feel familiar? Not long after you arrived in Songjiang City, you fell into a great crisis, and right before you were killed... these were the words you screamed in frustration."

"Oh, you must be thinking now, how low these precursors are! Your world is about to crumble, yet you still come to hinder me! Right?"

"But An Ya, we're not hindering you, on the contrary, we precursors are helping you."

"In the future, humanity indeed becomes enslaved, but unfortunately, your plan to fight corruption with corruption... also failed."

"You look down on the precursors, I understand because in your eyes, the precursors are doomed to fail."

"But I must tell you, this is version 1.45, and by version 2.49, the precursors still exist. Of course, you understand the future in terms of years and precursors in terms of versions."

"Let's have a good talk."

A one-time buff, the fall of Saint Udier, had already taken effect.

And the temperament of the god of chaos and differences had also taken effect a while ago.

The more innate aversion humans have towards Zhou Baiyu, the more An Ya, as a being of corruption, would favor him at first sight.

Especially with the attendant's body, under the fall of Saint Udier, exuding more beauty, it created a craving in An Ya, heavily influenced by the buff, for beauty... giving her a sense of "beauty and illusion."

It was as though Zhou Baiyu was seen through a filter, bathed in holy light.

Vastly different from the man next to him, pressing his hand on his sword scabbard, one like a dreamy beautiful man, the other a coarse warrior.

But these only quelled the violent desires in An Ya's heart.

They granted Zhou Baiyu an opportunity to have a "heartfelt conversation" with An Ya.

Most crucially, it was still about how to "converse" with the other party.

Zhou Baiyu was clearly doing it quite well.

By using the words An Ya herself had uttered in rage before dying in the last cycle, he created an information discrepancy, coupled with An Ya's own knowledge of the precursors...

He fabricated the illusion that he had indeed been to a much more distant future, one she had yet to experience.

All of this truly deceived An Ya.

"Want to know why we're here?"

"What's the purpose?" An Ya asked subconsciously.

"Of course, it's to form an alliance with corruption and to save you. You're right, only corruption can fight corruption. In my homeland, there's also a saying that you need magic to defeat magic."

"Simply put, An Ya, your research into corruption, your devotion to it, isn't targeted at precursors, is it?"

Zhou Baiyu still had his back to An Ya, even though she was no longer pretending to sleep, but psychologically speaking—

People who can come into physical contact tend to build trust more easily.

"We are not your enemy, not now, and in the future, we might even help you fight your enemies."

"We'll give you some intelligence that helps you avoid danger. I come with sincere intentions, and this information is very important to you as well."

An Ya challenged:

"What's the price? There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world."

"A price? There is no price, to be exact, this is just to demonstrate the sincerity of our cooperation. If possible, you should also provide some information you know. Of course, it's not compulsory."

Zhou Baiyu paused and then said:

"And our only goal, is for you and the precursors to unite fronts, or to put it in a more self-serving way, to join forces with me."