Chapter 524: Ying Guang Lu Piercing the Night Sky

The little bear doll's head flickered oddly, as if someone had lit a lamp inside its head, and Ying Guang Lu light leaked through the seams of its fur, looking especially eerie.

But soon, the Ying Guang Lu was replaced by another pink energy, and the glow seeped out from the crooked stitches, illuminating the already blood‑stained little bear even more eerily.

The white bear's fur was forcibly torn apart, as if a monster lurked inside, ripping the doll's sweet, cute outer skin and revealing the hard alloy beneath.

The shredded fur fell away, exposing the metal skeleton underneath.

The metal surface was etched with Rune circuits, like little snakes governing the bear's limbs, strange and twisted.

The bear's body was slowly deforming: its ears changed from semi‑circular to triangular, its mouth from upturned to down‑turned, and its eyes from one high and one low to one left and one right.

Gears still turned at the joints; its feet became square blades, and its tail turned into a whip‑like strand with a small meteor‑hammer‑like tip.

When customizing a weapon for Meng Kexin, Yang Yixie's first thought was the little robot he had often used before.

Although the surrounding world he saw was still a sea of pixels, the feeling it gave him was incredibly real, especially the pain.

Therefore, when circumstances allow, Yang Yixie still prefers to send the little robots to perform dangerous tasks, while he himself is better suited to stay behind and command.

But given Meng Kexin's special request, he only consulted the blueprints of those previous little robots.

This is the new design concept Yang Yixie has been researching lately: folding, whereby a originally massive piece of equipment or weapon, through a combination of Runes and materials, can remain compact and unobtrusive for everyday carry, and only revert to its original form after energy is infused.

That scene, worthy of a horror film, unfolded before the black‑clad figures, and in a split second, Meng Kexin grasped the little bear doll's leg with one hand…

It could no longer be called a hind leg; more precisely, she held the long handle of the war hammer.

Although Yang Yixie has been researching this technology, he is still at the early stage and can only compress the massive war hammer to the size of a doll, then slightly adjust its shape to fit over the bear's outer skin.

Before those NPCs could recover, Meng Kexin launched an attack, the hammer smashing hard into a person's chest; the body leaned back, the back hit the wall, producing a muffled thud.

His chest caved in, blood spurted from his mouth, his body slid down from the wall, head down, chin striking his chest.

Meng Kexin dragged the large pink hammer past him, her gaze sweeping over the black‑clad figures still running forward.

She kicked the ground once; this time she didn't raise the war hammer overhead but dragged it behind her, the hammer skidding on the floor and scraping the board with a sharp screech.

Sparks flew between the hammer and the floor, like a string of burning stars.

Another swing: the war hammer traced a pink arc in the air, striking a person's chin from below upward.

The person's head snapped backward, the cervical vertebrae emitting a crisp sound, as if something had broken.

His body fell backward, the back of his head hitting the floor with a "dong" thud.

Meng Kexin exhaled slowly, her chest rising and falling faintly, adrenaline still surging, a subtle thrill evident.

Honestly, this was still Meng Kexin's first time killing someone with her own hands.

Although it lacked realism, the victims were merely simulated digital lives from this game instance, yet the experience felt real.

Even such realistic corpses will, after a while, dissolve into data.

Meng Kexin had long prepared the resolve to do anything to survive, but actually taking a life still required a bit of excess; this instance was indeed a good place for that.

It made her more clearly aware of the game world's cruelty, and also pushed her to take that step.

Meng Kexin's face was expressionless, but her eyes shone brightly, pupils reflecting what seemed like countless black‑clad figures in the corridor.

She kicked the ground again and surged forward.

While Meng Kexin fought the black‑clad enemies alone, her peripheral vision caught a flash from the Team Channel.

【Ying Duo: Come outside.】

Meng Kexin had no time to react much; the number of black‑clad foes seemed endless. Though she was becoming increasingly proficient with the new weapon, her stamina was being drained at a rapid pace.

After seeing Ying Duo's message, she decisively lifted the war hammer from the ground, both hands gripping the handle, the hammerhead hanging beside her knee; she kicked the floor and charged toward the end of the corridor.

A black‑clad opponent's sword slashed from the side; she didn't dodge, because it was unnecessary.

The hammerhead was wider, thicker, and harder than the blade.

She swiveled the hammerhead aside, and the sword struck the hammerhead, producing a crisp metallic clang; the blade in the black‑clad foe's hand split open, fragments scattering from the sword.

She slid past that person, tapped the ground with her foot, turned her body half‑way, moving from his side to behind him, swung the hammer to launch him, then kept running forward.

The window was right before her; when it was forcefully thrown open it emitted a hoarse creak, night wind poured in, Meng Kexin grasped the handle and vaulted out through the window.

She spun once in the air, her shoe soles landing on grass, a steady descent, and as she lifted her head, Meng Kexin froze in place.

The Ying Guang Lu light dyed the entire night sky a hue that was neither clearly green nor yellow; the glow came not from the moon nor the stars, but fell from the heavens.

It was as if someone had tipped a whole bucket of Ying Guang Lu paint onto the clouds, the paint streaming down from the sky, pulling countless glowing streaks across the night.

A dense, spider‑web‑like net that covered the whole sky.

The net was descending, and before her brain could send the command "run" to her limbs, the first light projectile landed on the dormitory building before her.

The light projectile struck from the roof, leaving a large, edge‑charred hole in the gray‑white wall.

The second, third, fourth—light projectiles fell like raindrops.

Right in front of Meng Kexin, so close to her, the dormitory building collapsed.

It split open as if cleaved from the middle; the entire building, unable to bear the artillery strike, cracked in two, debris and dust gushing from the fissure like a breached flood or a collapsing avalanche.

Meng Kexin crouched on the grass, watching the dormitory building collapse.

She had just been inside; had she left even a step later, she would have become one of its lost souls.

She raised her head sluggishly; she had just managed to distance herself from the building in time, so the falling debris did not reach her.

But more light points kept falling, covering the sky, the impact zone extending beyond the dormitory, even…

including her.

Will she also die here?