Chapter 667
A voice startled the Dragon Eagle, whose body was entangled in mycelium. She abruptly lifted her gaze toward the direction of Shaer.
She saw Shaer, her face pale as death, stepping on the writhing crimson mycelium on the carpet, slowly making her way toward her.
Shaer’s eyes were completely covered by the scarlet filaments, which slithered down, as if something even more sinister was gestating within her.
“You’ve been a bit... too disobedient... Dragon Eagle...” Shaer stood before the bound Dragon Eagle, looking down at her, and raised her hand to gently stroke her cheek with her fingertip.
“This won’t do... We need to layer the nemesis a bit more, to facilitate our next collaboration... The other researchers need to... layer up too...”
“Nemesis...”
The Dragon Eagle had long forgotten the sensation of fear. She felt the mycelium binding her, spreading throughout her body, tearing through her clothes and burrowing inside her, invading every crevice.
“Damn it... damn it...” The Dragon Eagle struggled violently, her nerves partially paralyzed, leaving her unable to control her tears and bodily functions.
“She said you’re restless... and she wasn’t wrong...”
Shaer spoke slowly. Before her, the scarlet filaments had completely pierced the Dragon Eagle’s eyes, flooding into her eye sockets, spreading throughout her brain.
Her mouth was also stuffed with mycelium, and the Dragon Eagle writhed desperately, fighting against her restraints.
“Oh right...” Suddenly, Shaer remembered something. She manipulated the mycelium in the Dragon Eagle’s mouth to emerge and said, “Tell me where the uniqueness lies, and I’ll let you leave a final word.”
“Sha... Shaer... I was wrong... I won’t... dare again... Shaer...” At that moment, the Dragon Eagle had lost her initial defiance, sobbing like a helpless little girl, pleading for forgiveness.
But it was futile.
Shaer knew that beneath this young facade lay a bloodthirsty monster; whatever she said was a lie.
Could there be words like truth, goodness, beauty, and regret in a place of joy?
Killing a hundred would never be a mistake.
“Zero-point final words.” Shaer shook her head, appearing somewhat weary. “I’ll ask you again next time...”
“See you later...”
Shaer’s right hand slowly clenched in front of her, as the Dragon Eagle’s flesh and brain were being frantically drained, transformed through countless mycelium strands and replenished into Shaer’s body... but this meager replenishment was far from enough to offset the consumption.
If there were no other flesh to supplement, within half an hour, Shaer would be completely drained by the scarlet pathogen, reduced to a mere husk.
It seemed that this **Xinghong Zici** (Scarlet Offspring) wasn’t so easy to use... though powerful, it was a guaranteed death sentence...
Essentially, it could only be used within the timeframe of **Shizhi Huixiang** (Echoes of Time), allowing Shaer to return to her original form.
With a bit of time left... Shaer decided to lay a little groundwork for her next simulation.
Those who had never been marked by the **Nemes** were still a bit too difficult to manage.
*Pat pat*
*Pat pat*
As Shaer stepped on the mycelium carpet, countless crimson strands spread out before her, as if laying down a red carpet made of flesh and blood.
Inside the laboratory, some members of the Joyous Society were busy moving the experimental subjects who had been drugged into unconsciousness.
But as one person prepared to carry an experimental subject upstairs, her expression suddenly changed.
She saw the blood-red mycelium flowing down the stairs like a stream, with the walls already crawling with crimson filaments.
A strange figure appeared at the top of the stairs, squinting, their gazes colliding.
“Ah!!!”
A scream shattered the calm of the night, and a massacre unfolded within Windsor Palace...
...
“Cough cough...”
The withered and pale Shaer leaned against the wall, coughing softly.
Each cough seemed to threaten her very life... her time was running out.
All the information had been gathered... the nemesis had been fully layered... it was time for another round to see the results...
Before her, a system screen displayed the time she had left.
**“Coming Day”**
**“Year 742, Month 7, Day 3, 20:34”**
**“Countdown -23:24:51”**
Only half an hour had passed... she still had plenty of time to use.
She just didn’t know how much mental energy it would take to return to the anchor point; that was the key to determining how many times Shaer could reincarnate.
Originally, the Shaer in the simulation couldn’t access any functions other than the warehouse.
But now, a glowing label reading “Anchor Point” could be selected by her mind.
**“Anchor Point”**
**“1. Year 741, Month 7, Day 29, 10:14”**
Shaer’s mind was shrouded in endless fatigue. Unfortunately, the “Coroner” hadn’t had a chance to rest well, nor had she managed to advance to “Bone Sculptor” or “Weaver.”
After all, with the Dragon Eagle disrupting the plans... she could only hope the next round would be more stable.
“Anchor, number one.”
**“Proceed to Anchor Point 1?”**
“Yes.”
As Shaer silently thought, a silver light enveloped everything before her.
Her mental energy was rapidly depleting, but at the same time, the fatigue and pain in her body began to dissipate.
...
**“Reality”**
**“Year 741, Month 7, Day 29, 10:14”**
Slowly opening her eyes, Shaer found herself in the familiar, bright study.
She was still seated on the sofa, with a notebook, pen, and ink placed neatly before her by Tara, who stood quietly beside her, waiting.
Shaer reached out, rubbing her temples, then glanced at the system panel in front of her.
**“Countdown -23:24:48”**
The countdown to the coming day was still ticking...
It seemed that resting a bit longer in reality before entering the coming day was no longer possible; this countdown acted like a constraint, limiting Shaer’s time to return to the anchor point.
But that was normal; if time were to stand still, Shaer would essentially have a way to return to July 29, 10:14, almost infinitely, as long as she maintained her mental energy—another trump card.
In fact, the anchor point was also a trump card, but it could only exist for 24 hours, which was sufficient for Shaer.
The only thing that might not be enough was the fated point count.
Shaer recalled Tara, who had inexplicably died in the last simulation, and looked up in her direction.
“Lady Shaer?” Sensing Shaer’s gaze, Tara slightly lowered her head, staring at her toes, and asked, “Do you have any instructions?”
“Nothing...” Shaer stood up, walked over to Tara, and gently ruffled her hair, saying, “You’ve worked hard.”
After doing this, Shaer shook her head lightly and returned to her seat.
What was she doing... When she returned to this time anchor, Tara would forget this incident.
Moreover, Tara had no idea what had happened in the simulation.
At that moment, Tara, who had been patted on the head by Shaer, stood frozen in place.
She was momentarily at a loss for what had just happened, and when she finally processed it, her cheeks flushed instantly, her mind heating up as if it were about to explode.
If it were a snowy winter, one could surely see steam rising from her head.
“Sha... Sha-Shaer, you you you...”
Tara stole a glance at Shaer, only to find that Shaer had once again closed her eyes.
However, the strange characters written in the notebook before Shaer seemed to have been altered somewhat.
...
**“Coming Day”**
**“Year 742, Month 7, Day 3, 20:35”**
**“Countdown -23:23:58”**
The silver halo slowly dissipated before Shaer’s eyes... She opened her eyes to see the familiar underground chamber of Windsor Palace.
Returning to Windsor Palace, Shaer felt no surprise; the time of the anchor point’s rewind was fixed. She would return to this underground chamber in reality, and when she entered the simulation again, she would return to this very place.
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