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Chapter 170: I Want to Be His One and Only Memory
The night was still, the silver moonlight slicing through the clouds and glinting across the mechanical facade of Gear Tower, casting its glow into the room where Chen Xing stood—her face lit with a smile so breathtakingly beautiful it bordered on the grotesque.
Her voice, soft yet laced with chilling resolve, whispered into the silence:
“Give up. Even if I were to be consumed by you, lose my mind… I know he would still honor my choice. He’d give me a final resting place—my resting place. One he would carve with his own hands.”
As she spoke, her left hand pressed against her cheek, fingers splayed, revealing the crimson, feverish eyes beneath—eyes already drowned in madness.
“So choose. Either surrender completely to me, and stand beside him at last…
Or…”
She suddenly twisted the blade, the razor edge of Yao Dao now resting gently against her pounding heart.
“…join me. Become the sharpest blade in his hand—his instrument of destruction, cutting down every obstacle in his path.”
Her voice cracked, rising with sudden, unyielding ferocity.
“Because I want him to know—Kalolin can do it, and so can I. If Kalolin cannot, then I, Chen Xing, will do it at any cost!”
She paused—then added, voice dripping with quiet menace:
“You know who I mean, don’t you?”
The words sent a ripple through the blade in her hand. Yao Dao, once trembling with anticipation, now stilled—its surface trembling faintly, not with power, but with something far more primal: fear.
For it knew, better than anyone, who the "he" in her words truly was—the one who had etched his presence into her soul from the very first moment they met. The master of the Star-Eclipse Eye.
And if things ever truly reached that point… it wouldn’t just lose its chance at Freedom. It would be dragged into Chen Xing’s consuming obsession, bound forever to her twisted will—condemned to become a curse, a permanent scar upon that man’s soul, trapped in eternal darkness with no hope of release.
It was already strained by Chen Xing alone. And if he were to come into play…
The thought was enough. Yao Dao fell silent, its resistance broken by terror.
It feared—truly feared—that this woman would go through with it.
But Chen Xing did not falter. If anything, her eyes burned brighter, hotter.
She stared into the blade’s reflection—her own flushed face, wild with exhilaration.
“Funny… dying by his hand might actually be a good fate.”
Her voice trembled with longing.
“Because then I’d know… he’d never forget me. I’d be the only one he ever truly remembers.
After all… he’s so gentle. How could he ever forget the one he killed with his own hands?”
The blade said nothing.
It finally understood.
Chen Xing’s obsession wasn’t just about domination.
It was about leaving a wound—a permanent, unhealing scar—in the soul of the one she loved.
Even if it meant sacrificing her body, her mind, her very soul.
She didn’t just accept it. She craved it.
And compared to this—this cursed, twisted love—Yao Dao’s hunger for remnants, its thirst for blood… it was nothing.
What kind of person would go so far, simply to be remembered? To see death not as an end, but as a gift?
That wasn’t love. That was madness.
Damn it… why did I ever follow her?
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Meanwhile, in a secluded villa within Steam Capital…
“Ahh…”
Tian Dao stared at the chessboard before him, his gaze lingering on a faint, shallow scratch on the edge—the mark left by Chen Xing’s finger, brushing against the board as she burned her own black piece.
He exhaled slowly.
“Star… you’re being pulled deeper into Yao Dao’s influence.”
His cerulean eyes caught the faintest trace of killing intent still clinging to the wood—pure, unfiltered, twisted, yet utterly sincere.
It wasn’t evil. It wasn’t good. It was simply killing.
And while that intent had made Chen Xing unstoppable in battle, it was also eating away at her spirit.
“Only her talent and iron will have kept her from becoming a mindless killing machine,” Tian Dao murmured, tapping the table lightly. The sound echoed in the stillness.
“Chen Xing never fully showed her cracks in Season 2… but after spending time with her, I can feel it. The blade in her hands—it’s growing restless.”
He paused, frowning.
“Maybe that’s why she didn’t bring Chen Kong with her. Why she went alone to the Solar Clan.”
“Does she even know if she can control it anymore?”
He stood, walking to the window, gazing out at the moonlit night.
“Still… stepping in on someone’s cultivation path isn’t right. But relying solely on her to suppress those violent cravings, those lingering souls… that’s asking too much.”
“…She’s becoming more rigid. More obsessive.”
A soft, wistful laugh escaped him—something distant, nostalgic.
“Back then… she never had these problems. Because whenever she felt the first sign of it… she’d challenge me under the guise of training. She’d fight me, release that bloodlust on the training field—fully.
Now I think… she already knew.”
He paused, voice dropping.
“Others couldn’t help her. Not because they lacked strength. But because Yao Dao doesn’t seek victory. It seeks a home.
A sheath that can hold its edge… a place where it can finally rest.
So winning against it isn’t enough. You have to make it submit. Not out of fear, but out of choice.”
He turned back to the room, eyes sharp.
“So… I’ll test her strength soon. After all… it’s been a while since I gave her a real beating.”
A beat. Then, with a smirk:
“But first… I have other matters to attend to.”
He reached into his subspace, pulling out a mask—then placed it over his face.
And just like that, the mysterious masked figure who had briefly appeared in the early days of Season 2… reemerged after several chapters.
(End of Chapter)
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