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Shen Mingyu felt as if she was lying flat in an Ice Coffin, resembling a corpse when she began to awaken.
The cold, dazzling light made it hard for her to open her eyes. Shen Mingyu forced herself to rub her sore eyes and focused on her surroundings.
Underneath the Ice Coffin, the ground was covered with densely packed talismans that climbed up the walls, all stained with blood, yet there was no smell of blood. The surroundings were arranged in a mesmerizing yet eerie manner.
Everything felt reminiscent of some unspeakable dark magic or forbidden technique.
Not long after waking up, a wave of intense pain surged through Shen Mingyu's head.
She cradled her head in her hands, curling up in agony within the cramped Ice Coffin.
Soon, her body also began to ache severely, from her veins and limbs to her chest, and then back again. The pain gradually became numbness, repeating itself endlessly around her.
It was unclear how much time had passed, from pain to adaptation, and then to calmness.
Shen Mingyu did not know whether she had fallen asleep or lost consciousness.
"Ah... ah! It hurts so much!
Why am I still alive?!
Who brought me back to life?!
Why did they revive me?!
What’s the point of living? It would be better to be dead!!!"
A voice suddenly erupted within Shen Mingyu, roaring like a fierce tiger breaking free from its cage.
The voice echoed repeatedly in his mind, relentless and inescapable. With each call, the rift in his heart tore deeper, each line etched into his chest, blood continuously oozing out, staining his shirt without pause, the blood still spreading to other places...
Shen Mingyu suddenly opened his eyes; it turned out to be a dream.
Shen Mingyu placed a hand on his forehead and took a deep breath.
At that moment, another sound reached his ears, but it was not the heartbreaking screams from the dream that had been deafening.
"The calamity of the world, the demon lord who slaughters thousands. The disaster that destroys the world should be eradicated."
Who? Are they talking about me? Am I the demon lord?
It felt as if they were calling for me; how ridiculous. I am just... I... just...
Who am I? What is my name? How did I end up here? I am... am... who?
Shen Mingyu tried hard to think but could never grasp that shadow, my name.
My name is... is... is it… who?
Shen Mingyu looked at his hands, which seemed to be covered in blood in a daze, looking so repulsive.
"You ultimately became the person you hate the most."
"Shen Mingyu."
Who is this again?
Is that my name?
Why does that person's voice sound so familiar?
Why did he say that to me? My heart feels like it has been cut open, aching as if I were suffocating.
After a long while, Shen Mingyu stiffly opened the Ice Coffin from within and wobbled out.
Cold air was still emanating from his body.
Shen Mingyu glanced around and found himself in an icy cave, seemingly in Endless Snowy Days. Endless Snowy Days? Why do I remember this place? Have I been here before?
Lost in thought, Shen Mingyu began to complain again. How could I have lost my memory? It's really frustrating. But at least I can remember my name now.
Shen Mingyu, why does that sound like a woman's name?
But this cave, really. Who would go through the trouble of digging a cave in such a desolate place and even create a body for me?
What a painstaking effort! Why revive me? It's such a hassle!
Looking at the ice block in front of him, Shen Mingyu, still too weak after just waking up, trembled as he leaned against the Ice Coffin and looked at his right hand, covering half of his face with a smile: "Ah haha... I'm still alive!"
After pausing for a moment, he lowered his hand and coldly sighed: "Let's start over!"
It was as if he was saying it to himself.
After resting for a while, Shen Mingyu sat on the ground, leaning against the Ice Coffin.
Following his instincts, after circulating his energy within his body for a while, he was somewhat shocked. He thought to himself, who is so extravagant? This body is too human-like; it can be said to be completely human!
Looking at the ice block beside him, Shen Mingyu tilted his head; this skin is very much like a person!
Yes, like a human.
Although he had lost his memory, Shen Mingyu could vaguely sense in some fragments that he had not always been a person.
It was not self-deprecation; before losing his memory, he was a demon, and apparently a very powerful one at that.
As for what kind of demon he was, Shen Mingyu could not recall clearly, only remembering that he was likely an exceptionally fierce ancient beast.
And now, it seemed he was in a human shell, one that he felt no aversion to at all. The fact that his soul and this body had no rejection indicated that the one who revived him was quite a significant figure! He wondered what they were thinking to go through the trouble of bringing him back.
Shen Mingyu shook his head with a smile and then stood up. Seeing his reflection in the ice, he found it somewhat pleasing; he appeared to be a graceful young man. He reached out and pinched his right cheek, finding the skin quite tender.
The Shen Mingyu in the ice looked to be only around sixteen or seventeen years old, the age when youth is full of vigor.
His hair was disheveled, and his complexion pale; although he looked disheveled, it did not detract from his handsome features. Dressed in luxurious brocade garments that were somewhat messy, it seemed he had been someone of some means in life.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew over him. Shen Mingyu turned his head and saw that the cold wind at the cave entrance continued to roar incessantly.
He lifted his foot and slowly walked outside, standing at the entrance of the cave. Upon seeing the vast snowy landscape, Shen Mingyu couldn't help but feel amazed; it truly was a land of ice and snow, devoid of any color.
No matter what, it was best to leave this cursed place first!
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