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On a hidden island near the Pacific Ocean in North America, there stood an exquisitely luxurious villa.
Surrounded by vibrant flowers and lush greenery, the villa formed a dreamlike tableau against the backdrop of the azure sea and fine sandy beach.
On the terrace of the villa, a woman lay languidly on an intricately carved chair, dressed in a flowing Black Silk Long Dress that cascaded to the ground like a stream of water.
Her legs were elegantly crossed, the long, slender limbs glistening under the sunlight, undulating rhythmically in the air like a Pianist's fingers dancing over black and white keys. Each movement shimmered, as if playing a captivating melody.
In her delicate fingertips, she held a crystal-clear goblet filled with rich red wine that swayed gently with her motions, refracting brilliant light in the sun. Her luscious red lips brushed against the wine, and she took a small sip; the full-bodied flavor spread across her palate, revealing a hint of satisfaction and enjoyment in her gaze.
Her nails were adorned with Black Nail Art, featuring mysterious and intricate patterns that made her fingers stand out like dark fairies in the night, exuding an alluring yet dangerous aura.
She gently set down her wine glass, the crisp sound it made upon meeting the table echoed sharply in the stillness, like the tolling of a death knell.
Slowly, she turned her gaze toward the Three Men kneeling beside her, her expression laced with a casual indifference as if she were observing mere ants.
Among the Three Men was a burly figure whose muscles bulged beneath his clothing, radiating untold strength. Yet at this moment, he resembled a frightened beast—clenching his fists and trembling slightly as he spoke with a quiver in his voice: “As per your request, we have drawn the Mountain God’s attention. As long as he arrives in Kyoto, we can ensnare him in our trap.”
Their eyes reflected both fear of this woman before them and a glimmer of relief at having fulfilled their task.
“Oh, is that so?”
The woman smiled lightly; her smile was as cold and piercing as a winter wind. She slowly rose to her feet, the sound of her high heels clicking against the floor resonated like heartbeats among those present with each step she took.
She walked up to the man, crouched down, and pinched his chin with her delicate, pale fingers. With a slight pressure, she forced him to tilt his head back and meet her gaze. Her eyes were deep and cold, as if they could penetrate into the very soul of a person. "This time, don't disappoint me. You know what failure leads to."
Her tone was exceptionally calm, yet it caused the temperature in the air to drop several degrees.
After she finished speaking, she released her grip, stood up straight, and turned to look into the distance. The sun was about to set, casting a blood-red glow across the sky, creating a stunningly vivid scene reminiscent of an apocalyptic painting.
The three men behind her huddled together in fear, kneeling on the ground without daring to speak or even lift their heads. Their bodies trembled slightly from terror, and beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, splattering on the ground and kicking up tiny clouds of dust.
It wasn't until the sound of her high heels faded into the distance that they finally felt a sense of relief and stood up, brushing off the dust from their knees.
These men were the three mysterious figures that Yan Qing and Jiang Ming had seen on the surveillance footage. In just half a day, they had crossed thousands of miles across the Pacific Ocean to arrive in North America, thanks to their powerful Psychic Ability.
This was the strength of Ability Users' Psychic Ability, and these three had made a name for themselves in the world of Psychic Ability. They claimed to be able to traverse heaven and earth without limits; wherever they wished to go could be reached in an instant with just a thought.
In other words, their existence in the world of Ability Users was akin to that of delivery couriers—except what they delivered were not ordinary items but life and death, conspiracies, and power.
As long as it was something their employer requested, they could typically deliver it on the same day. However, what they never expected was that this time their employer would be none other than the legendary Madwoman—Nafiel Jenny.
In the world of Ability Users, this woman's existence was like that of a ghost. It was rumored that she took pleasure in torturing Ability Users; she would cruelly siphon off their Psychic Abilities in an attempt to create beings that could rival them.
There were many rumors about her experimental results; some said she succeeded and that those transformed by her possessed terrifying powers; others claimed she failed and that her experiments resulted in soulless monsters.
But all of this was merely hearsay—no one had witnessed it firsthand. Yet today, they had come face-to-face with the master who created these divine beings; her terror far exceeded their imagination.
The setting sun cast an eerie glow over the villa's terrace, draping everything in a strange hue. At that moment, a hint of disdain curled at the corners of the woman's mouth. Under the terrified gazes of the three men, she slowly raised her hands, her slender fingers dancing lightly in the air as if playing a somber melody of death.
In an instant, the surrounding space began to warp, resembling a piece of silk being violently torn apart, emitting a chilling creaking sound.
With a sudden sweep of her hands, the space shattered like fragile glass, and with a loud crash, countless cracks appeared before them, which were then forcefully ripped apart.
A dark and profound rift emerged, seemingly capable of swallowing everything. The woman stepped into it with an elegant stride that exuded an endless chill. The rift quickly closed behind her, restoring calm to the scene, save for the lingering spatial tremors that continued to assault the senses of the three men.
Their eyes widened in disbelief and terror. The man who resembled a bamboo pole had his facial muscles twitching violently from anger. He suddenly raised his hand and delivered a sharp slap to the man beside him, who was dressed in a vampire costume.
"What the hell, Brother San? How could you take on this woman? Don't you care if we all end up dead here?" His voice turned shrill with rage, and the fire in his eyes seemed ready to consume Brother San whole.
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