Chapter 116: Vulcan Base, Ordinary

Su Miao stood on the ruins for a long while. Except for the patch of snow behind her, all the surrounding snow had melted, steam rising in wisps.

Thinking of Zheng Kaicheng transformed into the Flame Demon, Su Miao felt her understanding of the world had been fundamentally altered.

Humans can cease to be human.

Humans can become monsters devoid of any rationality.

It was terrifying.

Luckily, she had stocked quite a few blue fireballs, which she used to blow Zheng Kaicheng apart.

Snowflakes floated gently down as the battlefield settled into silence beneath the snowfall.

Before long, the cold caused fresh snow to cover everything except the explosion’s epicenter.

The flood of water that had poured into the interior of the Flame God Base had frozen solid.

"Princess, the Flame God Base is huge; there must be plenty of supplies inside," the restored parrot said as it flew back.

Su Miao glanced toward the entrance of the base, where blood, filth, and corpses were scattered everywhere.

There might still be many strangers alive inside; letting her walk in to scavenge would be out of the question.

Perhaps she could try sending these revived undead to do it.

She issued a command: "Bring out all the gold, preserved weapons and ammunition, and the stored food from the warehouse—everything!"

Su Miao wasn’t sure if the undead could comprehend her orders; she considered it an experiment.

If successful, handling such situations in the future would be much easier.

But if the experiment succeeded, did that mean these undead possessed some degree of subjective awareness?

The thought made Su Miao shudder.

Could it be that her magic had truly created a group of animated undead in the world?

After about twenty minutes, when Su Miao began to doubt the undead had any consciousness, they emerged carrying box after box of bullets, guns, and bombs, neatly stacking them on the ground.

Then came two boxes of gold and jewels.

Next were iron chests filled with rice, flour, instant noodles, and various canned goods.

Su Miao quickly took stock: sixty assault rifles, 8,000 bullets, 300 bombs, 60 kilograms of gold, numerous jewels, 2,500 jin of rice, 900 jin of flour, 200 jin of instant noodles, and 120 cans.

“So few supplies?” she murmured, then waved her hand to store everything in her magic space.

Shaking her head, she thought the Flame God Base was truly poor compared to the Starry Base, but having something was better than nothing, and these supplies could be traded later for materials needed in potion crafting.

She looked at the undead standing outside.

The experiment had succeeded.

Did this mean these undead had some measure of awareness?

If so, Su Miao hoped she could gather them all together and drop a blue fireball to reduce them to ashes.

But she had used up all the blue fireballs stored in her magic space.

Her remaining mana was running low.

Controlling so many undead consumed a tremendous amount of magic.

Furthermore, since they had transformed from corpses into undead, did that mean their souls were trapped within these bodies?

This idea stemmed from her memories of undead characters and bosses in games she had played before.

If that were true, it would be unbearably cruel.

Unfortunately, *Blood Magic* was gone, and she had nowhere to seek advice.

Of course, it would be ideal if, upon lifting the magic, the undead could return to peace, but she feared there might be unforeseen consequences.

Being kind-hearted, Su Miao issued another command: "If your souls are trapped within these bodies and suffer torment, walk into the flames to become ashes; this will allow your souls to find peace."

"Now, return to the base."

The undead mechanically obeyed, moving back inside the Flame God Base.

The parrot stood watching nearby.

Two minutes later, all the undead had returned to the base.

Su Miao snapped her fingers, lifting the control magic that had awakened them, hoping they would now settle peacefully.

The ruins of the Flame God Base fell silent once more, the only sound the soft fall of snow.

“That should be fine now,” Su Miao said softly, glancing back once before returning to the snowmobile she had arrived on.

Hmm?

Suddenly, Su Miao felt as if someone was watching her.

She carefully sensed and observed, but found no trace of hostility.

It was probably just an illusion.

“Parrot, let's go home!”

With a blink, the snowmobile roared to life and Su Miao left the area of the Flame God Base.

She hadn’t forgotten the snowmobile tracks left behind; if those who had fled returned, they might try to trap her, which would be terrible.

Two hours later, Su Miao was back at the villa.

Everything was as usual inside; the vegetables in the greenhouse were growing well, and the mushrooms were ready for a new harvest.

But the temperature…

“Oh no!”

Su Miao immediately ran upstairs and piled a large amount of wood into the fireplace, rekindling the flames.

She had been out too long today, almost letting the fire go out.

If the fire died, the villa would lose its heating.

With the expansion and contraction caused by heat and cold, the heating pipes could freeze and burst—an awful situation.

Watching the flames crackle, Su Miao brewed herself a pot of hot tea, took a piece of cake from her magic space, and quietly began to eat.

Later, she would record the magical effects she had used today for research and improvement, especially regarding the mana coverage over her body.

During the final explosion, the protection against extreme heat had been insufficient; it needed to be stronger.

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Two and a half hours earlier.

Beneath the snow leading from Su Miao’s villa to the Flame God Base stood an ice pillar, inside which a young beautiful girl slept.

She opened her eyes as the icy web surrounding her shattered like spider silk.

After breaking free from the ice, she crawled out of the snow, gasping for air.

She was Zheng Meng, daughter of Zheng Kaicheng, the commander of the Flame God Base and one of the most powerful ability users there.

Forced to fake death by freezing herself to escape pursuit due to Su Miao’s ruthlessness.

Zheng Meng looked around cautiously.

Seeing that the damned black bird was absent from the sky, she finally breathed a little easier.

She glanced at her watch. “Has it been an hour and a half?”

Instinctively, she began to walk toward the Flame God Base.

After a few steps, she noticed snowmobile tracks leading to the base.

Her expression changed repeatedly; it was clear the other party had headed straight for the Flame God Base.

After hesitating, she chose a different direction.

Nearly two hours later, Zheng Meng climbed to a mountaintop.

From this vantage point, she could use binoculars to survey the general condition of the Flame God Base.

But before she could scrutinize it, she saw a horrifying explosion erupt in the direction of the base.

She instinctively clutched her chest, feeling as if something precious had been lost forever.

“What on earth happened?”

Zheng Meng knelt in the snow, stunned for a long moment.

Not knowing what had transpired, she rested briefly before daring to raise her binoculars to the base again.

She saw the snow around the Flame God Base had melted away, the area reduced to ruins.

She saw the black bird flying overhead.

She saw a girl sitting on a snowmobile.

Could it be that only this one girl was behind the assault and the pursuit?

Zheng Meng found it hard to believe.

But the black bird in the sky and the unresponsive base confirmed the truth.

How terrifying must this girl be to so recklessly attack the Flame God Base?

“What about Dad?”

Zheng Meng thought of her father, Zheng Kaicheng—the master of the Flame God Base and its strongest ability user.

Seeing such a beautiful girl, Zheng Kaicheng wouldn’t have just done nothing.

Yet, she saw nothing.

No, Zheng Meng noticed there was no solidified lava in the epicenter of the explosion.

She understood.

Her father had been killed in that blast.

No one knew better than her how strong Zheng Kaicheng was.

Even so, he was dead.

But the girl responsible appeared unharmed.

How was that possible?

What kind of monster was this?

Suddenly, the girl on the snowmobile glanced in her direction.

Zheng Meng dropped her binoculars and crouched down.

The fear of being hunted surged stronger.

She had almost been discovered…

After a long wait, Zheng Meng looked again toward the Flame God Base.

The black bird had flown away.

The girl was gone.

Zheng Meng, lost and despondent, began walking toward the ruins of the base.

Her pace was neither fast nor slow; about forty minutes later, she reached the base.

Fearing ambushes at the front gate where Su Miao had stood, she entered through the back door.

Inside, the base was cold and pitch-black, strange sounds faintly audible.

Zheng Meng switched on a backup flashlight and found the emergency power supply, pressing the switch.

Sporadic lights flickered on in the upper levels.

The reserve power was still functional.

But the heating was a lost cause.

She moved forward, stepping on fragments of corpses.

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