Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Ah, phew—

Not a monster, a boyfriend!

Now, here’s the question:

What to do when your boyfriend thinks you’re no longer beautiful? Help, what should I do?

For ordinary men and women, a breakup is just a common occurrence, at most you cry a few times, get drunk a couple of times, but life goes on, meals are still eaten.

But between monsters, if feelings fall apart, and it leads to a breakup...

"Then it’s not a question of whether you eat, but who ends up on the dinner table."

Feng Yuhuai shuddered internally, an image of a date immediately popped into her mind:

Beside the dining table, Zheng Hang elegantly wiped the utensils, while she... lay quietly on the tablecloth, a black opaque dining knife stuck in her chest.

At that moment, Zheng Hang’s voice reached her ears:

"What is it, do you need me to pull you up, or are you blaming me for bringing you a monster?"

Feng Yuhuai’s scalp tingled, as if a bucket of ice water was poured from her head to her feet.

She quickly reined in the grievances on her face and forced the most sincere smile, though her face still looked a bit bloody and battered.

"No, how could that be? How could I blame you?"

Her voice was sickeningly sweet, with a nasal twang,

"If it weren’t for this Zuo Bai causing trouble, how would you have shown up today? I’m just so happy to see you, I’m so delighted that I’ve gone weak all over!"

Scientist Zuo Bai raised a hand to fend off the Beautiful Spider flying at him, his expression turning odd as if he’d swallowed a mouse, he thought:

"So, Feng Yuhuai actually should thank me? I’m actually a good person?"

He glanced down at the Beautiful Spider that had fallen to the ground, its multitude of limbs crawled wildly in the sewage, while its remaining heads screamed shrilly at him.

The screams were filled with fear, anger, venomous spite, emotions none like Feng Yuhuai’s understanding and gentle words.

Zuo Bai’s expression turned dark, suddenly feeling his creation had serious flaws.

"Not beautiful enough..."

Zuo Bai murmured softly, a hint of regret in his tone,

"It was designed according to the most perfect genetic sequence, but now it seems like a failed defective product?"

Upon hearing the word "defective," the Beautiful Spider’s screaming abruptly stopped; its heads turned simultaneously and its dense limbs thrashed frantically, trying to escape the sewage.

Its movements were panicked and urgent, as if it had sensed some great fright.

"Don’t move, science is to create beautiful things for the world, then recycle the ugly defective ones, that’s the principle I taught you in the very first lesson when you entered the lab."

Zuo Bai spoke, his voice like a command from a remote control, and the large figure of the Beautiful Spider instantly froze.

The Beautiful Spider remained still, only able to emit weak, pleading sounds, but there was not a trace of pity in Zuo Bai’s eyes.

"Don’t worry, it will be quick."

He sighed long and deeply:

"Next time, I’ll make you all even more beautiful!"

He stepped forward slowly, grasping the silver spine that extended from its neck with one hand.

His fingers exerted a slight force, pulling section by section from the body, each segment of spine separating with a teeth-grinding scrape.

The Beautiful Spider’s body spasmed and trembled, the intertwined abdominal cavity emitted crisp creaks, like an old machine close to breakdown, emitting a final despairing groan at the end of its life.

In the next second, Zuo Bai flicked his wrist, the decayed flesh fragments and the foul green slime were flung off cleanly, falling into the sewage with a splash.

The ten-meter curved spine glistened with a cold, harsh light in the sewer, like a metallic snake drained of life.

The winding snake shadow reflected in the sewage, the silver slime making the snake shadow appear somewhat blurred.

As Zuo Bai gently flicked it, the air was sucked by the hissing of the snake.

Beside him, the Beautiful Spider felled to the ground in the snake’s hiss, its limbs crumpled together limply, emitting no further sound, quiet as a few close girlfriends asleep in each other’s arms.

Zheng Hang slightly turned his head, his gaze ghostly as it settled on Zuo Bai, then swept over the de-spined Beautiful Spider corpse on the ground, expressionless he said:

"Interesting, is this what you call voluntarily entering the second phase?"

In Zheng Hang’s eyes, Zuo Bai’s bone-pulling transformation was just like a boss entering phase two in a game cutscene.

Feng Yuhuai stood off to the side, completely baffled.

She wasn’t much of a gamer, having no idea what Zheng Hang meant by "second phase."

She just stared blankly at the Beautiful Spider’s corpse, a sense of desolation akin to the expression "the fox mournes the rabbit" suddenly overtook her heart.

"There’s abandonment if you’re not beautiful..."

She mocked herself inwardly:

"Ha, male monsters!"

A chill ran through Feng Yuhuai, Zuo Bai’s cold actions dealt her a heavy wake-up call.

She looked up to meet Zheng Hang’s dark, dull eyes, and suddenly, as if insane, she plunged her hands into her chest, pulling fiercely to either side.

Riiip—

Her hands twined and tangled within her chest cavity, tearing apart the tattered, decayed threads, pulling them out.

Thick silver liquid dripped from her fingers, emitting a nauseating stench.

With the Beautiful Spider’s continuous input gone, the nanos began to die off like cut power, being driven from Feng Yuhuai’s body in batches.

The silver lines on her skin were gradually corroded and devoured by red threads, her skin visibly healing and reverting to its original form.

"Cough, cough—!"

She bent over, her mouth spewing large masses of slime until she couldn’t cough anymore, then stopped apprehensively.

Her body trembled slightly, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

The red threads in the sewage began to slowly convene, wriggling slowly but determinedly.

They flowed towards Feng Yuhuai’s lower waist, although slow-moving, the red threads eventually regained activity, weaving together her hips and thighs.

This reconstruction of her body evidently took a toll on Feng Yuhuai.

Her complexion grew faintly pale, the definition in her pupils dimming.

Feng Yuhuai wobbled to her feet in the sewage, took a deep breath, suppressing her fatigue to stimulate the red threads within.

The red threads within her vibrated rapidly, accomplishing a self-cleaning and drying, draining the sewage bit by bit.

This process expended the very last of her energy, but she felt it was necessary and worthwhile.

Her body shook slightly, as if she might collapse at any moment, but stubbornly she stayed upright.

In front of monsters, she didn’t need to maintain any so-called "strength"—after all, no matter how strong, she could never compare to this kind of creature like [Mask].

She only needed to do one thing right: present the beauty of the "girlfriend."

"Just hope your boyfriend’s taste in beauty isn’t as grotesquely pathological as a scientist’s..."

Feng Yuhuai silently prayed, then withstanding the intense hunger pangs, she offered Zheng Hang a sickly beautiful smile.