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Du Rui, an exceptionally forgetful reader, finds himself transmigrated into one of the top male harem stallion novels, but as the antagonist. Now inhabiting the role of Xue Xinyu, the cunning villain, Du Rui struggles to maintain his s...
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Practically dragging the sword, or at least attempting to, Xue Xinyu finally manages to move again. Now, flying wasn't the problem, but balance was definitely giving him a run for his money. Shaking like a cat on a skateboard, with each wobble threatening to turn him into a human missile, Xue Xinyu struggled to maintain his dignity. Did he always have the balance of a newborn giraffe on roller skates? It felt like he was performing a disastrous rendition of an aerial ballet, with every wobble threatening to send him on a one-way trip to the ground.
After an absurdly dramatic struggle that could rival a Shakespearean tragedy, Xue Xinyu staggered to a precipice that seemed to mockingly declare "No Humans Allowed." The towering trees loomed like disapproving guardians, their shadows casting sceptical glances at his every stumble. With all the grace of a drunken elephant trying to tiptoe, he dismounted his sword (more like crash-landed) onto the rocky ground. A feeble attempt to brush off the dust turned into a flailing dance of embarrassment, ending with an awkward sheathing of his sword, hoping against hope that nobody had witnessed his less-than-heroic arrival.
The forest enveloped him in its dense, dark embrace, where even the trees seemed to squint to see through the gloom. The oppressive silence was broken only by the rustling of leaves and the occasional creaking of ancient branches, sending shivers down Xue Xinyu's spine. As he ventured deeper into the sinister abyss, he half-expected eerie music to cue his every step. Fumbling with the scroll, he scanned his eerie surroundings, half-hoping for a friendly corpse to pop out and offer him tea. Because in this cursed narrative, even the forests had a penchant for twisted humour. It seemed improbable, yet entirely fitting for a world where even corpses might have their own VIP section amidst the eerie trees.
Embarking on his morbid adventure of corpse summoning, Xue Xinyu pressed his hand firmly against the ground, mimicking the instructions outlined in the scroll. With a whisper that sounded like it had been borrowed from the soundtrack of a horror movie, he intoned, "Zalak'thul durvok'ash," his voice taking on an otherworldly timbre. Clearly, this wasn't your everyday incantation; it was straight out of the demon playbook, complete with all the spooky vibes.
The earth beneath him seemed to writhe and twist with an otherworldly fervour, its surface rippling like the waves of a tumultuous sea. The air carried an eerie chill, accompanied by the faint scent of damp soil and the faint rustling of leaves in the wind. The tension in the atmosphere was palpable, as if even the forest held its breath in anticipation of what was to come.
To his astonishment, multiple hands emerged from the churned earth, their gnarled fingers clawing at the air with a frantic urgency. One hand, then two, then three—until a veritable chorus of grasping appendages thrust their way into the open air, as if eager to seize hold of the world above.
As the cacophony of groans filled the air, Xue Xinyu's gaze fell upon the figures that emerged from the depths below. Four grotesque forms, their pallid skin stretched taut over skeletal frames, lurched forth from the earth like specters summoned from the darkest recesses of the underworld. With hollow eyes that gleamed with a malevolent light, they resembled nothing so much as the reanimated dead—lost souls condemned to wander the mortal realm in search of... what? Redemption? Release? Or perhaps just a good dance party in the graveyard.
