“Nothing’s wrong. Just focus on resting from now on.”
The sexy, mature beauty Hao Lei finished examining Yang Haoran, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, and spoke.
Hearing the doctor’s words, Yang Haoran felt a wave of relief wash over him inwardly, but he still couldn’t shake his unease. “Doctor, will there be any aftereffects down the line?”
“Like… uh… impotence or something?”
By the end, Yang Haoran was stammering, his heart pounding with anxiety as he gazed at Doctor Hao with hopeful eyes.
Hao Lei couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. “It’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
With that, the heavy weight finally lifted from Yang Haoran’s chest.
He could still be a real man after all.
Liu Ruoxi, however, showed no sign of joy. She shot Hao Lei a meaningful glance, signaling that they should step out to talk.
Hao Lei gave Yang Haoran a few more words of advice, told him to rest well, and then left the hospital room with Liu Ruoxi.
Once they were in the hospital corridor, Hao Lei looked at Liu Ruoxi, already knowing what was on her mind. She sighed. “Ruoxi, your son’s condition isn’t good. The worst-case scenario has happened—his penis is infected and inflamed.”
“I told you before: if things went well and he recovered properly, the chances of aftereffects would be low or none at all.”
“But now, even if we cure it, aftereffects are highly likely.”
“He might end up with issues like erectile dysfunction.”
“Isn’t there any other way?” Liu Ruoxi’s face darkened, her brows knitting tightly.
She hadn’t expected the absolute worst outcome. Her head spun with dizziness, and a massive stone seemed to press down on her heart, making it hard to breathe.
Seeing Liu Ruoxi’s grim expression, Hao Lei tried to comfort her instead. “These things aren’t set in stone—it’s all about probabilities.”
“We’ve had similar cases here before. A worker fell at a construction site, tearing the spongy tissue in his lower body. It got infected and inflamed, just like your son’s symptoms. But when we followed up after discharge, he had no aftereffects.”
Hao Lei consoled the fierce businesswoman who dominated the corporate world. Right now, though, all she could see was a helpless mother.
“Mm.”
Liu Ruoxi fell silent for a moment, forcing a faint smile as she nodded.
But her heart plummeted like it was falling off a cliff, sinking deeper and deeper.
“Sigh…”
Hao Lei let out a breath, knowing her words of comfort had fallen flat. Over the years, out of all the similar cases, only one had gotten lucky without complications. The rest had all developed problems, great or small.
After Hao Lei left, Liu Ruoxi leaned against the wall. The once bright, icy eyes now seemed dimmed. She stared blankly at the door to her son’s hospital room, lost in thought.
At that moment, a mysterious, mechanical synthetic voice echoed in her mind.
“Game loading complete. Welcome to the most thrilling and exciting game, [Fallen Angel].”
“Locating… Main program detected as damaged… Location failed.”
“Auto-search program activated… Search complete… Localizing game system.”
“Localization complete!”
“Awakening intelligent lifeform…”
“Loading localization program.”
“Code name Barbarossa awakened!”
A mad, wicked laugh followed in her mind.
“Jie jie… I, Barbarossa, am finally free!”
“Who’s there?”
Liu Ruoxi snapped back to attention, her expression turning icy cold. Thinking someone was playing tricks, her frigid gaze swept across the hospital corridor.
But the corridor was nearly empty, save for a few hurried nurses and doctors.
“No need to panic, Player Liu Ruoxi. Allow me to introduce myself: I am an intelligent lifeform, code name Barbarossa. First, congratulations—you’ve qualified for the game… Hahaha…”
The voice, dripping with evil and strangeness, ended in manic laughter.
“Spare me the chatter.”
To Barbarossa’s surprise, this human showed no panic at all. Instead, she replied coldly with just two words.
Years of hard-fought battles had forged Liu Ruoxi’s ironclad mental fortitude. The eerie, wicked voice emerging from her mind had sparked a fleeting moment of fear.
But her vast experience had taught her: in the face of great events, one must first calm the mind. She forced herself to stay composed.
Still, this was something supernatural, unlike anything she’d faced before. Her face settled into icy calm, cold as millennium-old frost, but the jade hand hidden behind her back trembled slightly, betraying the turmoil within.
Liu Ruoxi’s sharp rebuke silenced Barbarossa, who had been sealed away for years and was now overjoyed at its release.
One human, one intelligent lifeform—they hung in this eerie atmosphere, both silent for a long time.
Eventually, Liu Ruoxi processed the information that had flooded her mind.
“Fallen Angel Game?”
Her face frosted over. The name alone screamed anything but legitimate.
“Yes, Player Liu Ruoxi. You’ve been selected as a player for the [Fallen Angel] game. This means that among humans, you are an exceptionally outstanding specimen. In your words, one of those rare beauties.”
Barbarossa had calmed as well. As an intelligent lifeform, it had emotions, but it remained loyal to its duties.
Duty—etched into its core—was its highest law.
Once Barbarossa finished speaking, it followed protocol and launched the game program.
“Game program activated.
“Searching for Player Liu Ruoxi’s Controller… No designated target…
“No target… Launching default program.
“Searching permissions…”
At the same time, Yang Haoran, lying in his hospital bed, had the mysterious ring on his right index finger enter the scan’s range.
The pitch-black ring flickered with a ghostly light, then went still and silent.
“Binding successful. Player Liu Ruoxi, your Controller has been designated as human lifeform Yang Haoran.”
This was a mechanical program voice, distinctly different from the intelligent lifeform Barbarossa.
One was rigid code, the other a sentient entity.
“What does that mean?”
Liu Ruoxi’s brows furrowed. A bad premonition stirred in her gut.
Controller? Yang Haoran?
But the voice in her mind offered no answer and proceeded to the next step.
“Please select your game class from the following options, Player Liu Ruoxi.”
A blue light screen linked to Liu Ruoxi’s optic nerves, projecting before her eyes.
“Available classes: Companion, Sex Slave, Bitch, Milk Cow, Meat Toilet.”
Class duties:
Companion: Mate with Controller five times every seven days.
Sex Slave: Kneel before Controller for three hours every seven days.
Bitch: Be fitted with a collar and leash by Controller and walked for three hours every seven days.
Milk Cow: Produce 1200 ml of milk for Controller every seven days.
Meat Toilet: Drink fluids from Controller’s reproductive organ five times every seven days.
Countdown: 30s.
The class descriptions appeared first, followed by duties, with a timer ticking down on the blue screen, right in Liu Ruoxi’s view.
Staring at the filthy terms, Liu Ruoxi’s gaze turned frigid. She’d suspected it wasn’t a proper game, but the depraved descriptions still caught her off guard.
As the countdown neared its end, Liu Ruoxi remained unmoved. She had no intention of picking a class or joining this demonic game.
“Time’s up. No selection made. Entering random mode.”
A golden roulette wheel materialized, divided into five segments for the classes. As the announcement ended, the pointer began to spin.
“Companion… Sex Slave… Bitch… Milk Cow… Meat Toilet…”
The pointer slowed, pausing briefly on Sex Slave before inching past it and landing squarely on Bitch.
“Class selection complete. Game start.”
The final mechanical voice echoed in Liu Ruoxi’s mind, then fell silent.
Even as it randomly assigned her a class, Liu Ruoxi stayed indifferent. How could she possibly play such a twisted, perverse game? Whatever class it picked meant nothing to her.
