This journey was perilous yet uneventful. By the time we scaled the summit, not a single high-level monster from legend had appeared.
The entire mountain seemed stripped of life by some irresistible force. Only Yingning and I remained, sprinting desperately, with the player squad hot on our heels.
The mountaintop was a barren platform—smooth, treeless rock stretching into emptiness.
I whispered to Yingning. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
“You’re insane! No! This is suicide! Absolutely not… We can still fight using the terrain, but *that*? It’s just throwing our lives away!”
I didn’t explain. I simply gazed at her, focused. “Master… do you trust me?”
“Of course I trust you, but—” Tears welled in Yingning’s eyes. Her warrior composure shattered, revealing the vulnerable girl I knew.
“If you trust me, do as I say. Death is certain either way. Choose to believe my judgment!”
We were locked in combat mode. Unless we wiped out every pursuer—or they released the lock—we couldn’t escape. No recalling to town. No dismissing summoned pets. No chance.
“That’s true… but how can I watch you throw your life away?!” Yingning clenched her fists, glaring back at our hunters. “You saved my life once. I won’t let you do something so reckless! Something… with no hope of survival!”
“Master. Trust me.” I held her gaze, firm. Though to her, it probably looked like a timid plea…
“No! Absolutely not!” Yingning shook her head fiercely.
“Master. Trust me.” My stare hardened—but to her, it still seemed like a soft, desperate begging…
“No…” Her resolve wavered, but she refused.
“Master. Trust me.” I forced my eyes wide, straining until they stung. To her, it must’ve looked like tears about to spill…
Well. It worked.
Finally, Yingning surrendered.
“Sigh…” She exhaled heavily.
“No time! Do it now!”
I slapped a Priest’s Haste buff on myself. Weaker than a Warrior’s, but close enough…
Then, as our pursuers gasped in horror, Yingning and I sprinted full-tilt—straight off the cliff’s edge!
“Gods, they’re insane!”
“Guild Leader! They just jumped!”
“Hah… Run all you want. You’ll just splatter into paste at the bottom. Waste of time.”
The hunters halted at the clifftop, jeering and pointing.
This mountain soared three to four hundred meters—taller than a hundred-story building! Its sheer cliffs offered no handholds, no branches. Jumping meant one thing: unbroken freefall to the rocks below.
Guild Leader Yujianlin smirked cruelly. Savoring the chatter in his team channel, he tapped open the enemy comms—a channel shared only between his squad and us.
Though stripped of gear, arrogance flooded his chest. He muted his members, then spoke: “Surrender. Don’t destroy such a precious pet over pride. We can negotiate.”
Yingning stayed silent.
Yujianlin scoffed, signaling his guildmates to advance on the clifftop.
*If you refuse the toast, drink the punishment.*
But before he could speak again, a soft, melodic voice cut through his earpiece.
“Hello everyone! I’m MC Bingjing DieLing·Q·Zimeng Xueya Shangxue. Call me MC Mary Sue!”
Yujianlin froze. So did everyone else.
This wasn’t Yingning’s voice. His guildmates were muted…
The answer was obvious.
Yujianlin’s heart raced. *A transcendent-tier pet!* The ultra-rare special entity the devs barely mentioned! It could even join owner chats… And that voice—*gods*, it was temptation made sound!
Silence choked the channel. Then the voice returned, sweet and teasing:
“A song for you all: *Mountains of Corpses, Rivers of Blood*. Hope you enjoy it.”
At that exact moment, Yingning and I reached the cliff’s edge!
Weapon skills required vocal activation. Yingning’s voice tore raw as she screamed: “**Dragon Pounce on the Moon!**”
Her one-handed sword unleashed a piercing dragon’s roar! The hilt swung upward in a golf-swing arc—*THWACK!*—smashing squarely into my backside!
Momentum and the knockback skill launched me like an arrow, shooting straight off the cliff!
Above: a sky glittering with stars.
Below: rocks that would shatter bones to dust.
“My… gods…”
Yujianlin gulped.
Gasps erupted around him.
Beneath the pale moon, nine colossal tails unfurled slowly—spreading from the moon’s heart, swallowing its light like a celestial eclipse.
More haunting than the moon-eating dog myth. More visually staggering.
Soon, the moon vanished entirely behind that shadowy form, leaving only a fading halo.
I crushed pea pods in both hands. My curled tail-tip relaxed, revealing glowing white peas hidden in my fur.
That soft, seductive voice filled every ear again—delivering its promised performance, half-spoken, half-rapped:
“**Heaven-Sent Justice!**”
