Chapter 419: The Reincarnator's Knowledge Has Expired
'Doesn't he understand the value of Su Hongmian's maxed-out favorability…?'
Shen Anyu sneered inwardly as he enjoyed the company of the beautiful sisters Xu Ruoshui and Xu Ruoxue, while also monitoring Long Hao's situation through the nanometer monitoring robot.
Among the many destined heroines, Su Hongmian was also the one most deeply devoted to Shen Anyu.
Long Hao wanted to stir up trouble with just a few words; he had picked the wrong person.
Although Su Hongmian was prone to jealousy, tsundere, and had a bad temper, she was also the hardest to provoke, second only to the yandere Susan.
If Long Hao had sent a message to Susan, it might have caused some trouble for Shen Anyu. Although Susan wouldn't hurt Shen Anyu, she would truly slaughter Shen Anyu's other women without batting an eye.
Of course, it was impossible for Long Hao to contact Susan, who was far away in the Imperial Capital. If Shen Anyu hadn't allowed it, Long Hao wouldn't even have been able to contact Su Hongmian. His phone had Shen Anyu's virus program, so he could only see what Shen Anyu wanted him to see.
If Shen Anyu wanted, Long Hao's phone could instantly pop up with some eye-searing videos and images, making him socially die on the spot.
'Damn it, damn it, Su Hongmian's brain is broken…'
For a full ten minutes, Long Hao remained slumped in his chair, a statue of pure devastation. The world had dissolved into a dull, grey hum. The delicious aroma of the restaurant's cuisine turned to ash in his mouth. He felt a crushing weight on his chest, a physical manifestation of his utter failure. Finally, the paralysis broke, replaced by a tremor of pure, unadulterated rage that started in his clenched fists and spread through his entire body.
He forced himself to look up, his eyes locking onto Shen Anyu's table. The sight that greeted him was like a dagger twisting in his soul. Shen Anyu leaned back in his chair, the picture of casual, aristocratic grace. His suit, a bespoke creation of deep charcoal wool, fit his frame perfectly, exuding an aura of effortless power.
And on either side of him were the Xu sisters, two peerless beauties vying for his attention like celestial maids serving a god. Xu Ruoshui, the elder sister, exuded a mature, gentle charm. Her slender, pale fingers, tipped with perfectly manicured nails, delicately peeled a glistening grape before offering it to Shen Anyu's lips. Her movements were fluid, her gaze filled with a soft, undisguised adoration.
Xu Ruoxue, the younger sister, was a vibrant fire. A faint blush stained her porcelain cheeks as she leaned in close, her shoulder pressing intimately against Shen Anyu's arm while she refilled his wine glass. The scent of her floral perfume, mingled with the rich bouquet of the vintage red, drifted through the air, a fragrance of pure luxury and intimacy. Their low, melodic laughter was a torment, a constant reminder of everything he had lost, everything Shen Anyu had stolen from him.
Long Hao's teeth ground together so hard he thought they might crack. The unfairness of it all was a bitter pill he couldn't swallow. 'That should be me! In my past life, Xu Ruoxue was pursued by countless powerful men, but now she acts like a common maid for this bastard! No, I must cause some trouble for Shen Anyu, or I'll be fuming to death!'
His mind raced, desperately sifting through the memories of his past life, searching for a weapon, any weapon, to use against his hated rival. A name suddenly flashed through his thoughts, a name synonymous with blood, slaughter, and obsession.
'Shura Demon King Chu Yun, the leader of the Blood Skull Mercenary Group! That's it!'
The memory was vivid, a dark and bloody tapestry from his previous timeline. Chu Yun was a notorious simp, a man whose entire world revolved around his unrequited, obsessive love for Xu Ruoxue. 'In my previous life, he relentlessly pursued Xu Ruoxue for two and a half years, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. He's a ruthless man who has personally killed tens of thousands! If he sees Xu Ruoxue in Shen Anyu's arms, draped over him like a common pet, his killing intent will erupt like a volcano. He won't rest until Shen Anyu is a mutilated corpse!'
A venomous, triumphant smile began to form on Long Hao's lips. This was perfect.
'Currently, Shura Demon King Chu Yun should be in the Demon Capital, exacting his bloody revenge on the Ji family. I can contact him, dangle the bait of Xu Ruoxue in front of him, and let him become my attack dog. This would not only teach Shen Anyu a lesson, but it would also count as making contact with Chu Yun early, a valuable investment for the future.'
His plan began to spiral, growing grander and more ambitious with each passing second.
'At that time, I can also introduce Chu Yun and Ye Yan to each other. One is a bloodthirsty mercenary king, the other is a peerless War God. Both have a grudge against the Yanxia Shen Family. They'll definitely be interested in joining forces to strike at Shen Anyu's empire!'
'Hmm, I can log into the dark web and contact the Blood Skull Mercenary Group's email. It's untraceable, a perfect way to set my plan in motion.'
Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Long Hao shot a smug glance across the restaurant. He watched as Xu Ruoxue playfully fed Shen Anyu a piece of dessert, their faces mere inches apart. His mouth twitched in disgust. 'Enjoy it while you can, Shen Anyu, you bastard. You're living too comfortably. I'm about to unleash a true demon upon you, and then we'll see who's laughing!'
Without another moment's hesitation, Long Hao hunched over his phone, his body shielding the screen from view. He secretly opened a hidden browser, his fingers flying across the keypad. He typed in a complex string of alphanumeric characters—a website address that didn't exist on the conventional internet. A prompt appeared, demanding a secret key. He entered another long, complicated password.
The screen flickered and transformed. The bright, clean interface of his phone was replaced by a stark, menacing design of blood-red text on a pitch-black background. At the top, in a jagged, demonic font, were the words: Dark Night Home Forum.
This was the epicenter of the international Dark World, a digital sanctuary hidden in the deepest recesses of the dark web, accessible only to a select few. An ordinary person trying to enter would be thwarted by layers of impenetrable firewalls. It took a first-class hacker or, like Long Hao, someone possessing a secret key to gain entry.
These keys were not easily obtained. They were either purchased for tens of thousands of US dollars or granted by invitation to those with sufficient status in the underworld. The key in Long Hao's hand was a legacy from his father, Dragon Qing, the head of the Long Family of Sichuan and a veteran Martial Arts Grandmaster. It was an unregistered key, a ghost in the machine. Even the forum administrators wouldn't know the true identity behind it.
In his previous, pathetic life, after being publicly humiliated by Su Hongmian, Long Hao had spent two and a half years as a recluse. Besides drowning his sorrows in video games, he frequently browsed this forum, indulging in the lurid gossip of the Dark World and viewing uncensored content—gore, violence, and other depravities that would never see the light of day on the regular internet.
He knew this place. He was familiar with its layout, its dark corners, and its unspoken rules. Many of the world's most notorious dark organizations, like the Blood Skull Mercenary Group and the War God Alliance, maintained their own sections here, like digital embassies in this lawless nation.
With the confidence of a seasoned user, Long Hao navigated to the search bar, his fingers tapping out the name he sought: Blood Skull Mercenary Group.
He hit enter. The page loaded.
And returned nothing.
'Eh? Eh? Why is the Blood Skull Mercenary Group's section gone??'
Long Hao's smug expression froze. He frowned, his brows knitting in confusion. He searched again, checking his spelling. Still nothing. A cold knot of unease began to form in the pit of his stomach. After logging into the Dark Night Home Forum, his first and only goal was to find the group's section, locate their contact email, and send the anonymous tip that would sic Chu Yun on Shen Anyu.
The Blood Skull Mercenary Group was a major player. Their influence was significant. Any news concerning their leader, the infamous Asura Demon King, would be treated with the utmost seriousness. It was a flawless plan.
But his plan hinged on being able to contact them. And the forum section, his only guaranteed link, had vanished. What caught Long Hao completely off guard was that he couldn't find it anywhere. 'What's going on? I remember it clearly! I saw the Blood Skull Mercenary Group's section when I came to the Dark Night Home Forum in my previous life, didn't I? Back then, after the Asura Demon King Chu Yun broke through to the Heavenly Human Realm, the Blood Skull Mercenary Group became a top-tier international force. Their section was always buzzing with activity. Why would it be gone now?'
A disquieting thought wormed its way into his mind, chilling him to the bone. 'Could it be… that the Blood Skull Mercenary Group hasn't set up a section on the Dark Night Home Forum yet? Am I too early??'
The possibility sent a wave of vertigo through him. If his timeline was different, if his "future knowledge" was flawed, then what good was his reincarnation? He was utterly bewildered. Without their dedicated section, how was he supposed to contact them? Post a public query and risk exposing himself? That was suicide.
'Speaking of which, it's been a day since I reincarnated, and I haven't had time to go online to catch up on the latest news.'
He had been in a whirlwind since his rebirth. He'd rushed from Sichuan to the Demon Capital, consumed by his schemes against Shen Anyu, not even stopping for a sip of water or a bite of food. He hadn't thought to check the current state of the world. Now, feeling a growing sense of dread, he decided he had to.
With trembling fingers, Long Hao navigated to the "Chat" section of the forum, its most popular and active board. Posts in a dozen different languages scrolled by in a dizzying cascade. To the side, a list of "Today's Hot Posts" was pinned, showcasing the biggest news shaking the Dark World.
His device's automatic translation function kicked in, rendering the foreign text into characters he could understand. His eyes scanned the list, and when they landed on the very first, top-voted hot post, his heart stopped dead in his chest. His pupils shrank to pinpricks, and a choked, disbelieving sound escaped his throat.
"How is that possible???"
…
"Yanxia Female War God Creates New Glory, Successfully Apprehends "Shura Demon King" Chu Yun!"
Yanxia, July 13th.
Last night, a piece of news that shocked the international Dark World came out of Yanxia.
The powerful and terrifying leader of the Blood Skull Mercenary Group, "Shura Demon King" Chu Yun, was successfully apprehended in the Demon Capital by General An Zhiyue, the General Instructor of the Yanxia Phoenix Special Forces. Simultaneously, the Blood Skull Mercenary Group's three major leaders, Blood Dragon, Blood Tiger, and Blood Wolf, were killed on the spot.
Chu Yun, a demon wanted by multiple countries, had committed numerous bloody crimes, with a total bounty exceeding one billion US dollars, yet he had always remained at large. For years, his existence loomed like a shadow over the international community, bringing fear and unease to countless people.
However, justice may be late, but it is never absent.
General An Zhiyue, the General Instructor of the Yanxia Phoenix Special Forces, with her fearless courage and formidable strength, successfully captured Chu Yun and brought him to justice. This grand feat not only protected the safety of the people but also upheld Yanxia's reputation as a Forbidden Land for dark forces.
After the news broke, many countries praised Yanxia. Important figures from various countries highly praised Yanxia's significant contributions in combating international crime, considering it a landmark operation.
At the same time, the international community also expressed sincere admiration for General An Zhiyue's heroic performance, calling her a "Peace Guardian" and the "Yanxia Female War God."
The success of this operation demonstrates Yanxia's firm resolve to maintain world peace and stability.
We believe that under the protection of heroes like General An Zhiyue, Yanxia will continue to be the cornerstone of global tranquility, contributing more strength to human happiness and peace.
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