Angels Descend Into My World

When Chen Zixuan put on the VR headset and logged in to the game once more in the [鸸韭〇屋③⑧漆⑴三], to his surprise, he no longer felt the same panic as before.

Instead, there was a strange sense of relief and tranquility.

The very first time he logged into the game, he had anticipated some form of retribution. He just hadn’t expected that retribution would come so swiftly, so mercilessly.

If everything that self-proclaimed Aesther woman said was true—

Then, the planet where he now resided would be invaded by another higher-dimensional world in no more than a year.

In the end, every human being on this world would find it difficult to escape death, or else—even worse—a fate of enslavement as livestock [帬紦（三） &笼久零起酒V巴] to these higher entities.

After all, there were angels in that world.

And Chen Zixuan himself would, within twenty days, be gradually transformed by the angels’ curse into a character in the game.

In less than a month, there would be no trace of Chen Zixuan left in this world. In his place would be a silver-haired Vampire girl named Cecilia.

Is this good? No, it’s not.

It’s not fucking good at all!

Last night, Chen Zixuan finally learned all the secrets of this game from that woman.

From the very beginning, the open beta of Legend of Kaloran had been nothing but a thoroughly planned conspiracy.

No one knew what methods they’d used, but four beings from another world—beings who were on par with deities—had established contact with the humans on this planet.

Through miracles performed by the angels, many leaders among humanity became fanatic worshippers of the Angelic Church. With the angels’ help, masses of manpower and resources were assembled, and Legend of Kaloran was jointly developed.

After all, with humanity’s current level of technology, without divine assistance, there was no way such a realistic game could have been created.

If the ritual of divine descent required a “cradle” to nurture and cultivate…

Then Legend of Kaloran was the cradle the four archangels established for themselves.

Their appearances would be manifested in the game, progressively improved and ingrained more deeply, until they became embedded in the subconscious memory of every player.

Once these avatars took deep root in humanity’s collective mind—with that anchor in place—it would be easy for the archangels to shatter the barrier between worlds and descend upon this planet in person.

That is divine descent.

This game shouldn’t even be called Legend of Kaloran anymore.

Might as well just rename it Angels Descend Into My World…

Given how things stood, Chen Zixuan found that he could still make snide remarks.

It seemed that, though the two hours of sleep last night hadn’t been of high quality, they’d still worked some effect.

A flash of white light passed before his eyes, accompanied by the loss of body weight.

Chen Zixuan [亿#⒉邻 山迩邻⑺私( 巴] entered the world of Legend of Kaloran once again.

No, it was now the world of Angels Descend Into My World.

In a nondescript small inn, a silver-haired girl lying flat on her bed slowly opened her sapphire blue eyes.

Raising a hand to touch her flat chest, the girl’s expression stiffened, her eyes squeezed shut, lips bitten hard to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

Humans, no matter how tough a face they put on, are always far more fragile than they imagine.

Especially when you know that, within a month, you’ll turn both inside and out into a thorough girl.

Yes, no wonder it feels like the whole world is filled with despair…

What irresistible charm?

What uncontrollable urge for others to inflict violence and possession?

Does anyone realize how deadly those attributes are when put together?!

“I’m not some protagonist in a horror manga… Stop slapping these weird settings on me…”

In the cramped room, her voice rang out faintly, tinged with a sob.

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In his seventeen years since birth, this was the first time Chen Zixuan had ever felt so lost, so powerless, so thoroughly alone.

If he couldn’t even control his own life, what else could he ever grasp?

In no more than twenty days, he would lose the identity of “Chen Zixuan” and become this girl called Cecilia.

By then, in this modern society jammed with layered relationships, what would she do with not even an ID card?

Maybe he should… just die?

Suddenly, a dangerous thought flashed through Chen Zixuan’s mind.

After all, barring any unexpected developments, everyone would die together a year from now.

Regardless of rich or poor, young or old, noble or humble.

Everyone huddled together, trembling as if awaiting slaughter, waiting quietly for the angelic fires of obliteration.

So dying now wouldn’t really be a problem, would it?

He’d not only keep his body and gender, but could avoid the humiliation he might otherwise be forced to endure.

Otherwise, just from Aesther’s brief descriptions, Chen Zixuan could already imagine just how dark and short his remaining days would be.

A delicate silver-haired, blue-eyed girl—with beauty others could not resist—one that made all humans uncontrollably desire to violate her.

Worst of all, she had nothing on her to prove her real identity.

It was as if she had appeared in this world out of nowhere.

Even if she went missing, no one would notice—much less call the police to save her…

Who would save someone who, for all intents and purposes, doesn’t exist?

If you were looking for someone to lock in a dark room, could there possibly be a better candidate?

Thinking of the two million plus in his bank card that hadn’t even warmed his pocket yet, Chen Zixuan felt his heart ache all the more.

Good days had always seemed just on the horizon, only for something like this to happen.

Truly, the nature of this world was as cruel as ever.

It had never, from the very start, changed.

How could humanity possibly triumph over beings as godlike as angels?

Lying quietly on the bed, Chen Zixuan brooded for a full half hour before forcing himself to calm down and dismiss the thought of running away.

He had never been a weakling; otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived alone for so long.

If he died, others might not know, but Gu Yanxi would certainly be deeply hurt.

Precisely because he was about to lose everything, he felt even more fearless.

“Even if you’re angels, if you want to bully me, you’d better be ready to get bitten in return!”

Dim morning light crept across the room. The silver-haired girl balled her fists, biting her lips, for the first time revealing an expression of insane ferocity on her beautiful face.

Just a moment ago, during his deliberations, Chen Zixuan recalled an extremely important detail.

It was this detail that made him realize that the divine descent of the angels might not be altogether hopeless.

From Aesther’s words, Chen Zixuan gathered that the four archangels’ true bodies were still locked in battle with the native population of their own world.

In other words, for the time being, they didn’t have time or energy to invade Chen Zixuan’s world.

Though the four archangels were formidable, based on the scenes Aesther had shown, that white frost dragon was no pushover; it probably rivaled the angels in power.

With Aesther’s deep and unpredictable strength and the help of other human heroes, maybe they could resist for a while longer.

A year—that was Aesther’s shortest estimate.

So Chen Zixuan still had about a year.

“You want to use the game to accomplish divine descent? Within a year, I’ll kill all of your avatars in the game. Let’s see how you’ll descend then!”

That was the plan Chen Zixuan suddenly conceived.

If he could slay the four archangels’ projections in the game before the divine descent ritual was completed, he could sabotage their plot ahead of time, and thus save this world.

Maybe, by that time, he would even find a way to become male again.

At this thought, Chen Zixuan trembled all over, like a drowning man seizing his last straw in desperation.

If so, then maybe, just maybe—

No! He definitely could!

He knew in his heart that even a mere projection of an angel’s true body would not be so easily defeated.

As for the game’s developers—devout Angelic Church followers—they would certainly make things as difficult and out of reach as possible.

No wonder the difficulty of Legend of Kaloran was so punishing; it gave ordinary players practically no way out.

Still, Chen Zixuan finally glimpsed a sliver of hope amid suffocating despair.

As the only one with his class in the entire server, perhaps he could really become humanity’s final hope—a solitary spark for the future.

The fate of humanity, saved by a Vampire. The thought was almost unbearably ironic.

There was no time to lose. Leveling up was the first priority.

Having already [芭IIII龄咎M⊙齐（!九）捂坝] lain there for half an hour, Chen Zixuan could not stay idle another moment.

With a flip, the silver-haired girl leapt down from her cramped wooden bed.

The time left for him—or rather for her—was running out.

He hurriedly threw on a pitch-black cloak, flung open the door, and strode out from the inn with swift determination.

Watching the bursts of laughter from passing players on the bustling street, the girl’s delicate face beneath her hood twisted into a sneer.

Laugh.

Go ahead and laugh.

In another year, you might never get a chance to laugh again like this.

A loose silver ponytail spilled from beneath the hood. Chen Zixuan grabbed it forcefully and stuffed it back inside, almost violently.

Shaking his head to clear it, the silver-haired girl straightened up and headed towards the newly unlocked map from yesterday.

Last night, Chen Zixuan spent four skill points at his mentor Aesther’s place and learned three powerful blood magic skills.

The one remaining skill point was used to level up the passive skill Blood Magic Mastery from Lv.1 to Lv.2.

It wasn’t the strongest skill, but it was absolutely the most suitable for the current situation.

The Sawtooth Crocodiles in the Mutant Jungle, together with that D-tier world boss, all had to be taken down today!

[To be continued… 87]

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