Not long ago, Jiang Huaying saw a new “Personal Mission.”
【Personal Mission (0/2): Eliminate Sinclair’s Corruption Value.】
One of the cards, originally sealed beneath a dark mist, unlocked again, revealing a shadowy silhouette whose exact form was unclear, but a new scene emerged.
A slender young man sat alone on cold, gray stone steps, surrounded by a few piles of trash and cardboard boxes.
The drizzle blurred the view, but it couldn’t conceal his striking figure—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs.
His head hung low, allowing the rain to soak his ash-brown short hair.
On his bony wrist dangled a broken paper bracelet, fractured precisely through the middle of the English name “Sinclair.”
Those bright yellow eyes, full of character, stared vacantly ahead, radiating infinite sorrow and sadness.
Then, slowly, his pupils sharpened, stained with resentment and madness.
Jiang Huaying reflexively leaned back, distancing herself from the card.
The thick black mist coiling around the card was no less menacing than the Devouring Eye she had just witnessed.
Jiang Huaying was silent for two seconds, unable to believe that a little raccoon she had once casually saved in a game could have undergone such a drastic transformation.
As the card unlocked, memories long faded began to clear again.
The scene where she found Sinclair was far from pleasant.
She had rescued Sinclair from a corner of mud and water.
A tiny cat, with all four limbs broken by human hands.
Its fur was matted with dried blood, wounds festering and rotting, buried alive in mud until near death.
Sinclair wasn’t an ordinary cat but a mutated creature.
However, unlike other powerful monsters in the Yongyu Contract, Sinclair was weak and fragile.
Its only ability was to transform from a cat into a lump of black, sticky goo, capable of changing its shape at will, like a highly elastic gel-like substance.
No matter where it was confined, as long as there was the slightest crack, it could escape.
But that corner of mud and water was sealed tightly, not even a tiny gap remained.
Human malice was amplified infinitely in that moment, making one feel deep horror and disgust from the heart.
It was hard to imagine how Sinclair had managed to survive.
Trapped in a cramped space with no escape, accompanied only by endless darkness, starving and thirsty, watching its wounds rot and stink bit by bit.
If Jiang Huaying hadn’t happened to hear the faint cat cries, Sinclair would have probably died alone in the dark.
Suddenly, Jiang Huaying understood what that first all-black Dream Core she encountered after waking was.
Following that logic, the second Dream Core was the hospital where she had rescued Sinclair.
The doctors shook their heads at Sinclair’s condition, saying it was unlikely to survive.
But Jiang Huaying, playing the game with no concern for money, chose treatment without hesitation.
Sinclair was determined too, desperately clinging to life, enduring one risky surgery after another.
Everything Jiang Huaying gave—medicine or food—was obediently eaten.
Sinclair was considerate; no matter how much the wounds hurt, it never cried out.
Only when Jiang Huaying came to visit did it softly meow once, staring at her with those large yellow eyes.
Slowly, Sinclair transformed from a skinny, ugly duckling into a fluffy, adorable little fairy cat.
Its tiger-striped fur was soft and loose, with pink, tender paw pads.
No matter how Jiang Huaying stroked it, Sinclair never resisted—instead, it would roll over, exposing its belly and wagging its tail, inviting her.
Sinclair often shifted into two other forms for Jiang Huaying to play with.
Whether as a pure black sesame ball in shadow form or as an exquisitely beautiful human shape, both were delightful.
A fickle player like Jiang Huaying couldn’t resist such fierce affection and gladly agreed to Sinclair’s request to follow her.
However, her five pet slots were already full, so she couldn’t sign a contract with Sinclair.
She promised to bring Sinclair home once fully recovered.
Thinking this through, Jiang Huaying’s body stiffened.
She finally understood why Sinclair hated her so much she wished she were dead!
Three years ago, Yongyu Contract suddenly shut down, and players couldn’t log in.
For Jiang Huaying in the real world, it was just a game she couldn’t play anymore, but for Sinclair in the game world, she vanished without a trace.
Not a word left behind—like a cheating lover who suddenly betrayed her.
Jiang Huaying wanted to curse the game.
She reached out to touch the black mist again, and a flood of memories quickly poured into her mind.
After she disappeared, Sinclair waited in the hospital for her a long time, refusing food and drink, only waiting.
The once shiny and bright little cat became bone-thin.
Every day, Sinclair pleaded with the hospital staff to contact her, but the replies were always disappointing.
The hospital had even offered to adopt Sinclair, but it was firmly refused.
Eventually, Sinclair left the pet hospital and began a journey to find her.
She searched many places, suffered even more injuries, and the harsh world of the strong preying on the weak hardened her will to grow stronger.
In the depths of the Adam District, avoided by all others, Sinclair established herself as king, becoming an unshakable terrifying presence.
When Jiang Huaying was brought into the Dream Core, a miniature camera suddenly accelerated, chasing closely behind her.
Its reaction was faster than the other cameras, but it still lost Jiang Huaying’s trail.
The other cameras finally reacted, circling the area, waiting for new orders.
Only that tiny camera hovered motionless in midair, its mechanical core glowing with a cold light.
The eerie image didn’t last long; rebellious branches soon found the flies and crushed them into scrap metal instantly.
The Upper City viewers who lost the live feed went mad!
No visuals, nothing at all!
Their angel had been taken by a mysterious figure, and the MF Group’s cameras were so stupid and useless!
Another ten minutes passed.
They still only saw the labyrinthine forest, no sign of a two-legged sheep, let alone their angel.
This was unacceptable to the Upper City people!
They felt their rights had been violated and challenged.
The already dissatisfied Upper City residents doubted the MF Group’s absolute authority for the first time!
In fact, the live broadcast interruption happened moments ago, and AI had already begun processing.
But within two or three minutes, the results reached a brown-haired man.
He looked at the terminal on his wrist and revealed a puzzled expression: “Young Master Zane actually refused to deploy the TZ-67 flight camera?”
The TZ-67 was the latest flight camera, equipped with biological invisibility, a stronger shell, and faster speed and agility.
It was specially made for exploring the Luminescent Swamp Forest.
The brown-haired man couldn’t think of any reason not to use the TZ-67.
But he dared not question it.
If Mr. Old Montford was a power-hungry, extravagant tyrant, then Young Master Zane was a cold, ruthless dictator.
All that was required before him was obedience.
After escaping the pet hospital, Jiang Huaying fled to a park and collapsed onto a bench like a wolf and fox.
The repeated near-death experiences that day had pushed her body to its limit.
So tired she couldn’t even lift a finger.
If possible, Jiang Huaying only wanted to immediately find a comfortable sofa and sink into it, releasing every muscle.
Summoning her last bit of strength, she looked toward where she had come from.
The terrifying noises behind had vanished; Sinclair hadn’t chased her.
It was hard to imagine the fragile little creature had become such a vast, abyssal black hole.
She wondered if Isai could defeat it?
She had struggled hard to save herself, but the power gap was too great.
She urgently needed pets.
“Meow~”
A soft, tender meow interrupted her thoughts.
The low, lush green bushes trembled lightly, and a pale golden paw emerged from the leaves.
A round-headed Golden Shorthair cat jumped out gracefully.
It sat down about three meters from Jiang Huaying, its tail gently swaying behind it, looking completely docile and harmless.
As soon as it sat down, a breeze blew from somewhere.
White flowers from the tree shook off, falling like sugar frosting onto the Golden Shorthair, turning it into a sweet honey-yellow bun.
After a few seconds, it shook its soft fur, stood up, glanced toward another direction, then looked back at Jiang Huaying and meowed once.
The trembling tail tone was drawn out long, like an invitation.
It was asking her to follow.
If it didn’t have those characteristic yellow eyes, or if Jiang Huaying hadn’t sensed the 【Black Mist Density +1】 when seeing it, she might have happily followed.
“Where did you come from, little cat? It’s not safe here. Go home quickly.”
Jiang Huaying pretended not to recognize Sinclair and weakly shooed the Golden Shorthair away.
It was unknown how Sinclair managed to completely change its appearance and breed, but within the Dream Core, it should be entirely under her control.
【Black Mist Density +1】
The Golden Shorthair paused, fur bristling, staring fixedly at Jiang Huaying.
She leaned limply against the bench, pale-faced but with unusually vivid lips, like crushed flowers trampled underfoot—no effort needed for sharp teeth to pierce her neck.
The bristling fur was forcibly pressed down; the Golden Shorthair took a few steps back: “Meow meow~”
Sinclair looked very determined, wanting to lead her somewhere else.
Jiang Huaying slumped to the ground, unmoved.
【Black Mist Density +1】
She had no idea what Sinclair wanted.
After entering the Luminescent Swamp Forest, she had truly experienced this cat’s mood swings—it was hard to predict the real intentions of the strengthened Sinclair.
The cat repeated the previous action.
Jiang Huaying blinked calmly, facing the new attempt with eyes like a green lake.
Even the donkeys on the production team get breaks; personal missions can wait.
【Black Mist Density +1】
Hah, it felt like having so many fleas you weren’t afraid to get bitten anymore.
Anyway, the black mist was already thick enough; a little more made no difference.
Her indifferent attitude obviously displeased Sinclair.
The prompts for Corruption Value increasing sounded incessantly, agitated and annoyed.
Just as Jiang Huaying thought Sinclair’s patience had run out and it was about to reveal its true face again, a ticklish sensation came from her slender, snow-white ankle.
The golden cat’s tail twined once around her ankle, then vanished instantly.
“Murmur murmur murmur…” The Golden Shorthair unleashed its secret weapon.
Its moist cat eyes widened into perfect circles, the black pupils occupying most of the eyeball, with only a thin ring of bright yellow iris.
Jiang Huaying felt as if her heart had been pierced by an arrow.
Too adorable!
Back then, she had been captivated by this gaze.
The furry touch returned to her ankle once more.
She looked down but only caught a fleeting shadow.
Jiang Huaying’s mind went numb.
It was hard to describe the feeling of seeing a creature that once wished she were dead now desperately playing cute right before her.
After a long internal struggle, she gritted her teeth, braced herself, and stood up shakily: “Alright, where are you taking me?”
【Black Mist Density -1】
The Golden Shorthair’s steps lightened as it ran ahead a few paces, then turned its head and “quui quui” called out to her.
The clear, sweet voice was like wind chimes stirred by the morning light.
Jiang Huaying, however, was like a clueless blind person: “I’m too tired, little cat. You’re running too fast; I can’t keep up.”
It took her a long time just to get up from the bench.
But Sinclair’s patience was surprisingly good.
It walked a few steps then looked back to check on her. If the distance between them exceeded three meters, it would sit down and wait.
Slowly, Jiang Huaying’s curiosity was piqued.
She wanted to know what Sinclair intended.
Soon, Jiang Huaying was led into a place called the Time Cat Café.
The light overhead emitted a soft glow, and everything inside was spotless, even the air carried a relaxing scent.
Jiang Huaying didn’t know what she had done, but when she came to again, her body was sunk deep into a soft sofa.
It felt as if she was supported by a fluffy cloud.
“Too comfortable…” she murmured softly, half-closing her eyes.
As her tight nerves relaxed, her brain short-circuited, and the next second Jiang Huaying made a shocking move.
She reached out, grabbed the little cat beside her, and kissed its fluffy head: “Whose baby is so good!”
The moment the words fell, both human and cat froze in place.
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