A Not-so-wonderful New Life

Silence lingered for a moment.

Seeing the silver-haired girl sitting in a daze on the bed, lost and lifeless like a marionette whose strings had been cut, aesther yawned, stood up from her chair, and said unhurriedly:

“All right, I’ve fulfilled my obligation to inform you. Whether you choose to accept it or not, the outcome is a fact that can’t be changed. You’re already like this, so you might as well think about how to enjoy your brand-new life from now on.”

“Well then … good night~”

“Wait!”

At the very last second before Aesther was about to leave, Chen Zixuan called out to her.

“Oh? Do you have something else to say? Don’t tell me it’s some ‘let me enjoy it one last time’ kind of request. I can’t stand those. Anything else, I’ll try my best to satisfy you,”

Aesther turned around and asked with interest.

At the same time, in Chen Zixuan’s eyes, fine cracks spread ever wider across her face. Clearly, this conversation also had a time limit.

“Can you tell me your entire plan?”

Chen Zixuan blurted out almost instinctively, not making Aesther wait long.

The plan—he wanted to know all of Aesther’s plans.

And, why in this plan, he had to take on the in-game appearance.

Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to change back.

Otherwise, even if he lived, without an ID card or a Bank Card, in this internet-connected world, he wouldn’t be able to do anything.

As expected, hearing this question, aesther smiled and rejected him:

“My plan? It’s a bit too soon to tell you now. All you need to do is learn to use and become familiar with this rare body—that’s enough.”

“As for what comes next, when the time is right, I’ll come and notify you myself. Any other questions? Miss Cecilia, I don’t have much time left.”

“Can you get me a new ID card? One that matches this body!”

Seeing that Aesther wouldn’t divulge anything, Chen Zixuan grew anxious and could only retreat to second best.

No matter what, things were already like this—she had to survive with this new identity first.

If you want to live in the modern world, you can’t do without an ID card. If the police were to catch her, that would be no fun at all.

Surprisingly, after hearing Chen Zixuan’s request, aesther tilted her head, looking puzzled, and asked, “ID card? What’s that?”

Perhaps she just wanted to make a cute face, but with a barely audible crack, the skin on the left side of Aesther’s face could no longer bear it, fracturing and falling off like shattered porcelain. Underneath was a scorched black muscle, making her whole face look grotesque.

Chen Zixuan was dumbfounded. At this moment, he remembered that Aesther wasn’t from this world at all, so of course she wouldn’t know what an ID card was.

What to do?

Should he explain what an ID card is to her?

Looking at her current appearance, there probably wasn’t enough time…

On the other side, the woman didn’t seem to care, touching her now disfigured face, and continued chatting casually:

“Something like identification, right? Don’t worry, give me a little time and I’ll get it sorted for you.”

“You’d better. Without that little card, I really can’t live,”

Chen Zixuan said, slightly puffing out his cheeks in defiance, perhaps to save a bit of face.

For some reason, seeing him like this made Aesther suddenly burst out laughing.

Cracks appeared faster on Aesther’s face, fragments flew off, and even the scenery around them began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dreams are ultimately just dreams—they always end in waking.

“… Plague…be careful…the one riding the white horse…”

Her blurred lips moved, offering this last warning to Chen Zixuan.

The one riding the white horse? A White Horse Prince?

Subconsciously, Chen Zixuan knew this was important, but before he could ask, aesther and the dream shattered into endless fragments before his eyes.

Everything in this world is but an illusion. In the end, we all awaken.

……

Chen Zixuan opened his eyes.

The helmet was a bit uncomfortable, blocking most of his view. It seemed this time, it wasn’t a dream—she was truly back in reality.

Her first reaction was that she felt cold, the chill seeping in through her limbs, making her lower abdomen ache violently.

She struggled to remove the helmet and tossed it onto the bed beside her. The surroundings looked the same as before. Chen Zixuan looked down at her own hands.

They were extremely well-maintained hands.

The fingers were not long, but the skin was delicate and soft, with no sign of hard calluses. Through the snowy white skin, faint blue veins could be seen spreading like cobwebs beneath the surface.

She flexed her fingers.

Very-nimble.

Within the range allowed by human joints, she could easily perform various actions, even leaving swift afterimages—a rare trait.

If she were a professional, she’d recognize that only someone highly skilled with knives would have hands like these.

In a modern society ruled by firearms for a hundred years, what kind of person still had hands like these…someone who always carried a knife and tirelessly practiced killing skills?

Before long, Chen Zixuan gradually realized that both Aesther and the previous owner of this body must be from another world.

But that was all in the past.

Now, she was the owner of this body.

Judging by the size of her palm and the length of her fingers, this was definitely not a man’s hand.

Even though she knew it was pointless, Chen Zixuan was still unwilling to give up. She touched the sides of her head.

What her palms felt was soft, lush, and silky long hair.

The dizziness from the dream washed over her again, her nose sore. With her eyes closed, Chen Zixuan forcibly restrained the urge to break down.

Humans, after all, are always more fragile than we imagine.

But at this point, was there any use in regret?

Rather than continue wallowing, it’d be better to think about how to get through today.

Gu Yanxi wouldn’t be easily fooled.

With a long, faint sigh, Chen Zixuan was about to get up when the pain in her lower abdomen suddenly intensified, making her involuntarily gasp.

“Hiss…”

At the same time, Chen Zixuan felt a flow of warmth escape uncontrollably from her lower body.

The feeling was—almost like she’d wet the bed.

Her body was weak, her head groggy. This was not a good state to be in.

Even for a girl, her constitution couldn’t be this frail, could it?

Sensing something was more and more off about her body, Chen Zixuan’s expression changed, and an ominous premonition rose in her heart.

It couldn’t possibly be, could it?

The unease grew stronger and stronger, and Chen Zixuan suddenly sat up in bed. As her body had shrunk by a whole size, the originally fitting shorts now felt loose and baggy.

Exposed from the leg opening was an equally pale, jade-like lower leg, and above was a foot, less than a size 36, its arch beautifully curved—delicate enough to hold in one hand.

But she had no mind to admire her new body. Looking down, before her appeared a scene she’d never seen in her entire life.

For a moment, even someone who prided himself on being calm like an old dog, Chen Zixuan was completely stunned by this crime-scene-like sight.

There, on the sheets beneath her, was a large dark brown stain of blood. A faint, rusty, iron-like smell drifted around the room, lingering endlessly.

There was no doubt—this was all her own blood, and the hot flow still pulsing from her belly was a vivid reminder…

Her period had arrived.

So, was this how a brand-new life began?

This was just terrible.

What now? How was she supposed to deal with such a major crisis? Chen Zixuan had absolutely no reference for handling it.

Gu Yanxi would definitely know—but…should she send her a WeChat message and ask?

Frozen for two seconds, Chen Zixuan abandoned that unrealistic thought.

They’d only just gotten together yesterday, and she was already asking about this today. How desperate was he, looking for death?

Better look it up online first.

Supporting her weak body, Chen Zixuan took the newly purchased phone from her pillow.

Because her palms had become smaller, a phone that used to fit perfectly now seemed a size too large—one hand almost wasn’t enough to hold it.

No choice, she cradled the phone in her left hand and pressed her right thumb onto it by habit.

“Bzzzt—”

The phone vibrated.

[Fingerprint does not match, please try again.]

She blinked, a bitter smile spreading at the corner of her mouth.

Right.

She nearly forgot—she wasn’t Chen Zixuan anymore…

After laboriously keying in the password, the screen finally unlocked, and she let out a slight sigh of relief.

This was one of the few comforting moments of the day.

If she could unlock her phone, it meant those two million in her Bank Card were still available.

And the apartment, even though it was Gu Yanxi’s family’s, she probably wouldn’t be able to stay there after today. But as long as she had money, she wouldn’t end up homeless.

She could take her VR helmet, leave the city, and find an inn in a remote town where no ID card was needed for a long stay—as long as she paid more. Before settling in this city, she’d been plenty familiar with those places. With her experience, even if she was left on the streets by herself, she could survive.

The hygiene and environment were worse, of course, but she had no other choice now.

She absolutely couldn’t let Gu Yanxi see her like this.

After five minutes of searching online, Chen Zixuan still found nothing.

No wonder she was a Vampire—the monthly Bleeding was downright scary. It hadn’t been long, but her once-normal shorts were nearly soaked through with blood.

She could easily imagine what a mess her thighs were right now.

Tossing the phone aside, she decided to take a shower in the bathroom first before thinking about how to clean up this mess.

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