Absolute Death Game-Chapter 330 - 98 Final Images

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"For the resurgence of Huaxia civilization, for the revival of the Yan Huang Bloodline, are you willing to join Ancestral Dragon and fight for this noble ideal?"

The voice grew louder as it neared, as if it was just inches away. Qin Shimoon looked at the dignified, almost sacred figure of the old man on the stage and a cold sneer rose in her heart. Were they still using these slogans to entice people? Sadly, she was no longer the passionate, unchanging young girl of those days.

"I am willing!" Those strange yet familiar words slipped out of her mouth, and Qin Shimoon was shocked to find herself standing in front of the podium, alongside the young men and women who had joined Ancestral Dragon, looking up at the person on the stage.

She glanced at her own clothes, and was alarmed to find herself dressed as she had been ten years ago. To her left and right stood countless faces, excited and fanatical.

"Good, your passion makes me proud, but I must remind you here that sacrifices are inevitable to achieve this goal. However, as long as we are not afraid of sacrifice, we will certainly fulfill our mission..."

The voice gradually became distant, and the scene before her eyes started to fade away. When the vision became clear again, Qin Shimoon was startled to find herself sitting at a table in a luxurious restaurant.

From the mirror on the wall opposite, she could see her reflection, dressed in a red evening gown, her hair draped over her shoulders, her skin pale and smooth, breathtakingly beautiful. Yet, Qin Shimoon felt a chill in her heart as she suddenly realized where she was.

"Hi dear, you’re here so early."

A warm and affectionate voice came from behind her. Qin Shimoon turned around, looking in the direction of the voice. A handsome man was striding towards her, and Qin Shimoon froze. She remembered this man, the one who was once infatuated with her, her first mission target. Despite having little interest in him, the thought that he eventually died by her hand still made her feel a tinge of guilt.

She could no longer recall his name, only vaguely remembered that he was the chairman of a large corporation, the name of which was ’Excellence Technology’...

The man sat down in front of her, chatting with her with gentlemanly grace. The waiter brought chilled champagne, filling their glasses while giving her a wink. The amber-colored liquid looked enchanting, but she knew it had already been poisoned.

The man, unsuspecting, picked up his glass. Qin Shimoon inwardly screamed, "Don’t, the wine has—" but her voice could not emerge. She just smiled as she watched him gulp down the drink and then, moments later, slump over the table, his appearance peaceful as if he were merely sleeping. Suddenly, a clamor arose, and the scene before her eyes scattered into disarray once more.

Scenes kept changing before her eyes, the past moments of her life flashing by.

Qin Shimoon remembered an article she once read: at the verge of death, one’s past moments would flash before their eyes like a slideshow, a phenomenon often referred to as ’life review’ or ’deathbed vision’. Was this her own deathbed vision? Was she finally going to die?

Then let’s remember these moments well.

When the vision returned once more, she unexpectedly found herself standing in a place that was completely unfamiliar. She was certain she had never been there before.

This was a vast, dark study, filled with ancient books, where the light was dim and it was hard to make out the surroundings. The light did not come from nearby, but rather from the dark in the distance, seemingly close yet probably far away.

It felt somewhat like a trap. Qin Shimoon thought to herself, silently. Even in such a predicament, her past training ensured she wouldn’t be easily swayed by temptation. Whispering voices came from the enveloping darkness, intermittently mixed with heavy breathing, as if some horrific creature was closing in on her. This sensation sent chills down her spine, and despite knowing she was already dead, fear still drove her to run desperately towards the light.

Her feet occasionally stumbled over piles of books, but she didn’t stop for a moment, scrambling up to continue her sprint. At last, the light was near, and finally, she could make out her surroundings.

The light stood atop an old desk, and behind it, sat an old man clad in a black cloak. She lifted her head to see a weathered face with black-framed glasses peeking out from under his hood.

"It seems we have a visitor," the old man gestured with his hand, "Take a seat." Qin Shimoon looked at the three-legged wooden stool in front of the desk and, hesitating, sat down.

"Where is this place? The Netherworld?"

The old man chuckled, "I’m not quite that leisurely, and you’re not dead."

"But I remember..."

"Regardless of what you remember, you are indeed not dead. Trust me, I’ve been in this place for so long I’ve almost forgotten time itself, I would not make a mistake like that."

"Nevertheless, let’s not talk about this anymore. We don’t have much time, so let’s get to the point. A crisis is gradually approaching this world, and you must confront it,"

"Crisis? What crisis?" Qin Shimoon asked, her heart skeptical. She was in such a dire situation herself that self-preservation was difficult, let alone dealing with some crisis.

The old man seemed to read her thoughts. "This matter is of great importance. However, I can see that you’re not interested." The old man gently patted her shoulder, and Qin Shimoon felt a jolt as if electrically shocked, her mind went blank all at once, "What did you do to me?" she asked angrily.

The old man simply nodded, "I see, you’re bound by a Soul Contract, and therefore you have lost the desire to live. Let me help you release this bond." He then touched her forehead, her chest, and her lower abdomen with an evanescent tap, seemingly performing some kind of ritual.

"There, your bond has been released."

Qin Shimoon couldn’t help but want to laugh bitterly, "A Soul Contract is impossible to..." The strange swallowing voices echoed once more around her.

"There’s no time, take this. Everything about the crisis is in here." The old man grabbed Qin Shimoon’s hand, and she felt something being thrust into it. The scene before her eyes suddenly blurred, and the old man’s faint voice came through, "Remember what I said, the safety of this world depends on you."

The voice faded away, along with that sole flickering candle flame. Lurking within the surrounding darkness, huge, gruesome shadows began to emerge, seeming to pounce towards her. Qin Shimoon had no time to scream when the darkness was suddenly replaced by a sea of red light, growing closer and more dazzling. When she strained her eyes to open them, she found the brilliant sunlight streaming through the windowpane onto her face.

Sitting up, she was in an unfamiliar room. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with a recommendation ticket or a monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)