[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world":3,"chapter-survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-chapter-351":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Survival Guide in a Mysterious World",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2299320,4497,"Chapter 351: The Silent Lamb","survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-chapter-351",351,"\u003Cp>Prumeliya had once pondered a question many had pondered: What do people see after death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a cunning question—those who had never died could not answer, and those who had died could not answer, so it remained unanswered until now, when she seemed to finally see the answer: nothing at all, only darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endless darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Supreme Void is formless, qualityless, without shape or division, chaos yet unenlightened, clear and turbid indistinguishable, oh how it eludes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a state of nothingness, where even the “I” did not exist. Space was both vast and minute, time both slow and swift, consciousness both light and heavy—like sinking into the boundless ocean, or drifting beyond the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps an instant, perhaps ten thousand years—suddenly, mist rose in her foggy mind, boundless and thick, something lurking within the hazy gray. Slithering like a serpent, soaring like a dragon, two curved horns flickered in and out, scales shimmering with emerald radiance—a colossal, sky-obscuring entity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crimson silhouette stood poised amid the mist, humming a song she could not understand as the vast form glided past:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Gently swaying, silently gone】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Glowing like water, blazing like the sun】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【...Radiant, the blue flower flares with heavenly light】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Faint, mist and clouds drift as a dragon wanders...】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumeliya’s Mandarin was poor—she could barely read or write textbook phrases, and she guessed this melancholy tune, tinged with Qinzhou village dialect, was a Chinese song—but that was all; she could not discern its meaning at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she tried to approach the red figure from behind, peering through the hazy gray at the golden-thread embroidery of “Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix” on the crimson silk, and spoke cautiously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nihao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mournful song halted abruptly; silence spread like ink in water. Prumeliya froze, about to call again—when the beautiful head, coiled in cloud-like hair and adorned with golden flowers, turned one hundred eighty degrees, facing backward, its face blank, devoid of features, sending her stumbling back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumeliya collapsed to the ground, instinctively looking up—and a massive face with unmistakable serpentine features suddenly emerged from the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumeliya jolted upright, heart pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lazy male voice came from beside her—familiar yet strange, as if she’d heard it for the first time, yet as if she’d grown up listening to it since childhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumeliya opened her eyes; the white light stabbed her pupils with slight pain. Her body felt hot and sticky. She touched her chest—her undergarments were soaked in sweat. Her heart thudded heavily in her chest, a suffocating pressure squeezing her breath into ragged gasps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As her eyes adjusted to the light, Prumeliya looked around: she lay on a sofa, covered by a wool blanket. On the table beside her sat a chessboard. Across from her sat a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes, distinctively Eastern features, holding a chess piece, studying and idly turning it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good night,” Ning Zhe said softly, the chess piece still in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… good night?” Prumeliya nodded politely. “What time is it? Where are we? And who are you…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come. Play chess with me,” Ning Zhe said, ignoring her questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumeliya blinked, still dazed from waking. She stared at Ning Zhe’s face—so familiar, strangely like her own. “Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh… almost forgot to introduce myself.” Ning Zhe placed the chess piece back on the board. Prumeliya looked down—it was a black “pawn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My name is Ning Zhe. Ning, as in unyielding to break; Zhe, as in wisdom that preserves oneself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued: “Now you know my name. What should you call me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumeliya’s eyes drifted, as if thinking? As if remembering? A memory, nonexistent and impossible, rose from the depths of her mind—thin as silk, tangled, indistinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, her gaze changed. The confusion of awakening faded, replaced by something deeper in her eyes: the meekness of a lamb, the blind devotion of a believer—a feeling beyond words. Two clear tears traced down her cheeks, dripping onto her collarbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My omnipotent lord…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl whispered, pushed back the blanket, stepped off the sofa, and knelt gracefully before Ning Zhe, her voice trembling: “I have finally reached your side.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Zhe extended his hand. Prumeliya bowed her head, pressing her cheek against his palm, gazing at him with awe and reverence, her eyes shimmering with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Zhe gently stroked Prumeliya’s delicate cheek, his understanding of the “Tai Sui” deepening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on Fenwu’s current behavior, Tai Sui’s influence over memory manifests in multiple forms:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Delete】、【Paste】、【Edit】… perhaps others, but unclear—Fenwu has not demonstrated them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The ‘Fenwu’ identity obtained by Tai Yi is incomplete, and the simulated ‘Tai Sui’ is likewise distorted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The 【Delete】 memory ability is severely limited—on Betang, it could only erase a brief segment of memory from his time in the opera house; not one second more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The 【Paste】 memory ability is entirely absent. I used Tai Yi’s rules to let Prumeliya steal my identity, then implanted ‘Ning Zhe’s memories’ along with ‘Mei Lin’s memory of Prumeliya’ into her mind through theft.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I used Tai Sui to delete all memories except the latter—this is how the current situation came to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The 【Edit】 ability exists, but barely. After painstaking, repeated experiments, I could only slightly blur the concept of the ‘god’ she worshipped since childhood with the ‘Ning Zhe’ memories she once had but were deleted—creating just a sliver of opportunity for Jue Yuan to imprint the thought ‘Ning Zhe is god.’ That’s all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tai Yi’s simulated Tai Sui can interfere with human memory only to this extent. Without Jue Yuan’s broad triggering conditions—where even the slightest opening can fix a cognition as an ideological steel stamp—this thin sliver of identity would be useless in practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But with Jue Yuan, the situation changes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Zhe withdrew his hand from Prumeliya’s face, studying her expression—half rapture, half loss—and frowned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jue Yuan’s rules seem to align perfectly with ‘Tai Sui’—not just well, but unnaturally so. If Fenwu had implanted a ‘I am Fenwu’ steel stamp into Yan Yukuan during his brainwashing, even if the Candle-Blower screamed his name until his throat burst, Yan Yukuan would never waver in his identity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The compatibility between Jue Yuan and Tai Sui is truly excellent—too excellent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So excellent that Ning Zhe began to wonder: ever since Zi Qian’s death, has Fenwu relentlessly pursued him—not to summon, but for… 【Jue Yuan】?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1064,"2026-06-20T06:29:22.815Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2fe081bf906bf3753408f29b8aed472fdf49bd93c8f8bcbbd4ac65427e33c6aa","survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-chapter-352","survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-chapter-350",353,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsurvival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-cover.jpg"]