Choose [Three Thousand Dream Paths (Gold)].
[Three Thousand Dream Paths (Gold): Lately, you’ve been having strange and wondrous dreams. In your dreams, you become someone else—someone who is also you, yet leads a completely different life. Or perhaps not completely different, but compared to you, she calls herself “Teacher.” So, you begin to tread the path of dreams, seeking out the source of the unknown. Effect: You may freely choose one person as your “Initial Dream Point” to unlock the special ability of Making Dreams Come True.]
[Current innate abilities: Telepathy (Purple), Heavenly Yin Saint Physique (Purple), Three Thousand Dream Paths (Gold).]
[Begin simulation.]
This was Su Wanwan’s first gold-tier innate ability.
Su Wanwan didn’t expect to survive the apocalypse just because of a gold ability. After all, she’d died many times before, and had already obtained more than one gold ability—for example, Light of the Soul (Gold).
And the result? She didn’t even make it past the first day of the apocalypse.
She had only one request—she never wanted to see that name, Zhen Run, among her students again.
That detestable, flat-chested, wicked woman!
[Day One. You are not teaching at school, but waiting at home for the apocalypse to arrive. You haven’t gone to your class for many days, even though the school leaders keep asking if something happened at home. But only you know, it’s because of one person—you don’t want to see him.
And that person is now kneeling on one knee before you, unmoving, his voice hoarse as he says: Master, you still refuse to forgive me.
Your stammering appearance brings a look of suffering to his face, a hint of pity stirring in your heart. But you quickly suppress the emotion.]
Su Wanwan was changing her bedsheets when she heard the system’s simulation playing in her mind. She paused, curiosity all over her face, and muttered, “Huh? Not at school? And did I have a falling out with Lin Mo?”
[Disciple… you… sigh…
Why didn’t you stop your Master…
Don’t you know, in your Master’s heart, where you stand? But now… the mistake is already made.
Forget it, leave. From now on, you and I are no longer master and disciple.
From this day forward, your Master doesn’t wish to see you again.]
Su Wanwan’s hands froze mid-sheet change, her flawless face locked in a look of embarrassment.
What’s wrong with you, Su Wanwan…
Did you take the wrong medicine?
Future me, aren’t our goals the same?
Survive, survive, and survive again!
What’s going on…
But it looked like in this simulation, there was no chance for that student Zhen Run to appear?
Heh! Flat-chested girl! Didn’t expect big sis to have a system, did you!
[Master, please listen to me.
You may not be my Master… so why…
Shut up! Your cold, frosty gaze is icy to the core! Rebellious Disciple, just go.
He still doesn’t rise, his expression heavy: This disciple cannot leave Master’s side.
Your flawless face is full of anger, then quickly turns mocking: By my side… you rebellious disciple… do you intend to further disgrace your Master?
This disciple wouldn’t dare!
Wouldn’t dare! Hah, what a joke! You even asked your Master to wear black stockings, that kind of thing! Your Master is ashamed to speak of it! You rebellious disciple!
Thanks to you, my Saint Physique has reached small completion, so my life is no longer in danger. Tell me, shouldn’t I thank you for that?
With a look of pain, you say: I regret ever saving you! Go! There’s no more bond between us as Master and disciple!
A flash of hesitation flickers in your icy eyes, but soon it turns into resolve: In this vast world, there are so many outstanding women. I know you have a confidante named Yao Xi. Go find her. For both our sakes, this is the best ending.]
Su Wanwan’s face turned green.
What is this…
Su Wanwan, get a grip!
What are you doing!
Why are you pushing your own student away!
Su Wanwan, what kind of shock have you suffered?
I’m here racking my brains to keep Lin Mo away from that flat-chested girl, but you’re doing this!
Don’t be like that!
Master and disciple are fine, master and disciple are fine!
What’s the deal here!
[The person Master detests most is Yao Xi. This disciple will not go to her.
He still does not rise.
Detest? You let out a cold laugh.
You say to him: This Palace does not detest Yao Xi, only resents her for stealing my man…
When he hears this, he stammers, his face reddening.
You realize your words were inappropriate, and your own face turns red as well.
Anger wells up, and you rebuke: Maybe I should just strike you down with my sword, you rebellious disciple!
Sigh, there’s nothing more to say to this scheming rebel.
Even though you try to chase him off, he still kneels there like a monk in meditation, unmoving for a long time. Eventually, as you look at the disciple you once cherished most, pity rises in your heart.
And his status is so exalted.
If not for being your disciple, when would he ever have lowered himself before anyone else?
You can’t forgive him, but you don’t want him kneeling there forever, either.
Fine, get up.
Your face grows solemn, a faint Yin aura gathering and turning to murderous intent: Why are you still kneeling? Those things are about to break in.
He hears your words, and golden light bursts from his body. In a moment, a sword-browed, star-eyed young man stands before you. Even the thick, almost tangible evil energy in the room stalls for a moment at his presence. Your heart skips a beat when you see him like this.
With forced composure, you scold: Enough with the posing! Stop showing off!
Though you say this, he actually seems a little happy at your words: Understood, Teacher.
Who’s your teacher? you respond with icy coldness.
You sigh: There’s no time to argue, kill them all.]
Su Wanwan snickered to herself.
She kept saying she didn’t accept him as her disciple, but Su Wanwan could only see the hidden tenderness and forbearance in it.
Su Wanwan didn’t understand why her future self had that attitude toward Lin Mo, but one thing she was sure of—
No matter when, Su Wanwan would always be Lin Mo’s teacher. That would never change.
And finally, Su Wanwan was about to make her mark in the apocalypse.
Even if it was just a little.
But the old Su Wanwan would never have had the courage to say, “Kill them all.”
Clearly, this gold innate ability far exceeded her expectations.
And for the first time, she found herself hoping—if there was even a small chance, could she really survive the apocalypse?
Before, she’d always been feeling her way in the dark. Even with the system, she’d hardly dared hope to truly survive.
It wasn’t so much that she wouldn’t give up—more that giving up was meaningless, so she might as well try.
But now it was different. She had Lin Mo by her side.
Not only that, even she herself seemed to have grown strong and brave.
After so many deaths, finally, a glimmer of hope.
Su Wanwan, you can do it.
Keep going.