Infinite Pollution: The SSS Guide Pierces the Horror Dungeon - chapter 3

“?”

“What the-!”

“Who pulled this prank?”

“…”

“??”

“Light Brain malfunctioned, replacing it now.”

The moment they saw the message on the Light Brain, several people frowned.

Then, they all agreed it must be a problem with the Light Brain.

No one took the matter to heart.

Including Wen Song.

The instant she saw the old man nodding with a beaming smile, Wen Song turned and left.

She really shouldn’t have trusted this so-called gene matching system-it seemed just as unreliable as that old man!

The old man watched Wen Song leave, then looked thoughtfully at the profiles of the other six people in his hand.

…

As Wen Song stepped through the door, she saw the Wen Family sitting on the sofa.

She turned to head upstairs, but as soon as she set foot on the first step, she heard the sound of a file being thrown onto the table.

“Get over here! Is this how I taught you? You come home and don’t even greet your parents!”

Wen Song had no intention of paying attention to these two so-called parents.

Perhaps in the original owner’s memories, they had once given her warmth and familial love.

But that was only because she was their daughter.

The moment they learned she wasn’t, she became no different from the stray cats and dogs outside.

Such blatant human nature.

“Sister, Mom and Dad have already arranged everything for you. After you graduate from the academy, you’ll be assigned directly to the Northern Frontier. They heard you put down the Southern Domain as your preference and are very upset.”

Wen Xu, in a pink dress, stood up from the sofa and hurried over, looking at Wen Song cautiously.

“Sister, just apologize to Mom and Dad and change your preference, okay?”

“Heh-”

As soon as Wen Xu finished speaking, Wen Song let out a cold laugh.

Apologize?

The next second, Wen Father shot up from the sofa, furious. “Wen Song! What kind of attitude is that!”

Wen Song turned back and looked straight at Wen Father.

Meeting Wen Song’s gaze, Wen Father was taken aback. Her eyes were calm, as tranquil as a sea without waves, devoid of any emotion.

“What kind of attitude do you want from me?” Wen Song said.

Wen Father was shaken by her gaze. Wen Song used to be close to them, though lately, for some reason, she’d become timid and withdrawn.

But she had never looked at him like this.

Hearing Wen Song’s calm voice, Wen Father snapped back to his senses.

No matter how much she changed, she was still their “daughter”!

She had to listen to them!

“I’ve already told your teacher to change your preference form to the Northern Frontier! Even if you don’t want to go, you have to!”

“Wen Xu, give her the file!” Wen Father said to Wen Xu.

Wen Xu immediately picked up the file that had been thrown on the table and handed it over. “Sister-”

Wen Song glanced down at the file in Wen Xu’s hands.

Qin Xu.

Northern Frontier General.

For some reason, Wen Song found the name very familiar.

She took the file without another word and went straight upstairs.

After closing the door, Wen Song set the file down, undid the first button of her shirt, and her fingers paused.

Qin Xu!

One of the six matched candidates from today!

Could there be anything more coincidental than this?

Wen Song knew that if the Wen Family had the means to change her preference to the Northern Frontier, her file was probably already on its way there.

But where should she go-

She didn’t know.

She was someone who didn’t fit in anywhere, with no place she truly belonged.

Wen Song walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and filled the tub with hot water, sinking her body into the warmth.

She closed her eyes and, for the Nth time, tried to summon her Spirit Body. But no matter how hard she tried, it was as if a thick fog in her mind kept her firmly shut out.

Just as Wen Song was about to give up-

“Click.”

A region in her mind seemed to be gently broken through.

In an instant, a massive form loomed in the mist, and a surge of ancient, overwhelming energy emanated from within, accompanied by countless whispers and madness.
Meanwhile, countless Spirit Bodies outside seemed to have been startled by something, all staring in horror at a single spot.

Some of the stronger ones were already crouched on the ground, trembling.

The weaker ones had long since lost control and rushed into their masters’ Spiritual Landscapes.

Only their masters were left, looking bewildered at their Spirit Bodies, not knowing what had happened.

Fortunately, this aura lasted only for a moment.

That figure appeared quickly and disappeared just as fast.

Before Wen Song could even react, the figure had already vanished, leaving behind only a mist.

It was as if everything that had just happened was nothing but Wen Song’s hallucination.

Was this…

Teasing her?

Wen Song sat up straight at once. She knew that everything that had just happened was real.

Just as Wen Song wanted to investigate further, a map suddenly emerged from the mist in her Spiritual Landscape. A Golden Vine extended all the way down from the upper left corner of the mist, stopping at one spot and moving no further.

Wen Song held her breath, quietly watching the map in her Spiritual Landscape. She suddenly stepped out of the water, wrapped herself in a bathrobe, and walked to her desk to pull out a book.

She opened the first page: the map of the Empire.

Every detail of the map before her matched the one in her Spiritual Landscape exactly.

Wen Song looked at the first place where the Golden Vine stopped and circled it heavily with her pen.

Northern Frontier.

Her gaze swept lightly over the documents beside her.

It seemed that the Northern Frontier was a place she had to go.

Having determined her destination, Wen Song took a deep breath, glanced at Qin Xu’s file, and tossed it straight into the trash bin.

She had always relied only on herself.

Fiancé?

Heh.

No matter the reason, since she had arrived in this world, there was no reason to muddle through life in confusion.

She would uncover the mysteries of this body’s mist herself.

Early the next morning, Wen Song heard the deliberately ingratiating voices of the Wen Family, mixed with several unfamiliar ones.

Yawning, Wen Song went downstairs, intending to head into the kitchen for some breakfast, only to meet the gaze of the person sitting at the very center of the sofa.

Shao An?

If she remembered correctly.

Looking at the woman seated at the head of the sofa, Wen Song idly thought that this must be Shao An’s mother.

With both families here, there could be no other reason but to discuss the marriage.

The harmonious atmosphere grew a bit awkward with her arrival.

Wen Song had no intention of disturbing them. She waved her hand casually, “I’m just looking for something to eat, you all carry on.”

With that, she headed straight into the kitchen.

The breakfast in the kitchen was all leftovers and already cold.

Wen Song didn’t mind. After drinking a glass of milk, she bit into a piece of bread and jumped out the kitchen window.

She was a person of good manners.

She wouldn’t interrupt their serious discussion.

Just as she took the last bite of bread, Wen Song sensed someone walking over.

The moment she looked up, she met that familiar gaze again.

Shao An walked over, dressed impeccably, his nobility evident.

“Wen Song.”

She heard her name.

“Young Master Shao, is there something you need?” Wen Song raised an eyebrow.

Shao An looked at Wen Song before him, feeling that something about her had changed quietly and imperceptibly.

The once timid, joyful eyes that used to look at him were now calm and indifferent.

She no longer felt joy at his approach.

Even the possessiveness she once had for him had vanished completely. When she saw him discussing marriage with her younger sister, she had sensibly withdrawn.

For some reason, he felt something indescribable in his heart.

“Today, it was my parents who asked me to come.”

It was not of his own volition.

“Mm.” Wen Song didn’t know what he meant by that and responded perfunctorily.

What did it have to do with her?