What?! I Became the Zombie Beauty in the Villain’s Arms – CH83

Chapter 83: It Really Belongs to You

Pei Xiqing’s hair was mostly soaked, and a sharp sneeze rattled her chest the second she stepped into the bedroom. After pulling a dry change of clothes from the wardrobe, she walked into the bathroom and found herself staring blankly into the steam-fogged mirror.

Duan Xiaolin had just asserted, with absolute certainty, that she was the one commanding a superpower.

Yet her own sensory arrays returned a flat zero; she felt entirely normal.

Granted, every time she handled Xiaobai, dark zombie spots would bloom across her skin, only to automatically recede once she opened up some physical distance from the hound. When she was surrounded by a massive horde of the infected, the mutation would turn exponentially more severe, yet her baseline biology would flawlessly reset by the following morning shift. She had simply grown accustomed to her body’s unique anomalies.

Duan Xiaolin claimed the pattern was directly linked to an internal elemental core.

If that was the ground truth, her system required a direct diagnostic to comprehend the exact taxonomy of the energy.

Pei Xiqing shed her damp clothes.

She leaned close to the glass, minutely analyzing the deep green mark scored right beneath her chest.

The pattern was distinctly serpentine, radiating a silent, aggressive hostility.

The thermal mist inside the bathroom rapidly intensified, blurring her vision. Enclosed by the dense white shroud, Pei Xiqing closed her eyes, turning her focus inward to monitor her internal matrix. Gradually, a faint, rhythmic throb deep within her chest began to radiate an intense, localized heat.

She snapped her eyelids open, verifying that the thermal spike wasn’t a byproduct of the hot bath water, before shutting off the tap. Leaning back against the porcelain tub, her breathing turned shallow.

She pressed her palms flat over her heart.

The heat was entirely distinct from the ambient temperature of the water.

It felt precisely like a microscopic ember sparking in an absolute vacuum—simultaneously freezing and scalding, a mass of total contradictions.

Pei Xiqing’s respiration rapidly fragmented, her lungs struggling for oxygen.

Without her mind consciously issuing a command, a trace of wispy, dark green energy slowly emanated from her fingertips, swirling through the steam.

The raw energy felt immensely heavy and dominant, its sheer pressure too severe for her civilian biology to comfortably process. In fact, the elemental force was actively turning inward, aggressively parsing her cells and devouring her baseline defenses.

She had never navigated a physical crisis of this configuration before.

Unable to endure the internal pressure, Pei Xiqing scrambled out of the tub, threw on her fresh garments, and pushed through the door.

The moment her boots cleared the threshold, an agonizing wave of visceral pain violently locked her torso down, forcing her to execute a sequence of deep, frantic gasps to prevent her systems from collapsing.

Fortunately, before she could stumble more than three paces down the corridor, Duan Xiaolin’s tracking arrays intercepted her unstable vitals.

The man effortlessly scooped her frame into his arms, deposited her gently onto the living room sofa, and immediately initialized a rigorous head-to-toe scan.

Pinning her shoulders down with one large hand to lock her posture and prevent her from executing a panicked movement that might fracture her own bones, his deep voice remained perfectly stable. “Does your system register the core?”

“…Mhm.” Pei Xiqing’s vocal track trembled violently, completely unable to structure a cohesive sentence. “I… I can feel it… yes…”

It was undeniably an active superpower.

A massive reservoir of anomalous kinetic energy, though her database contained absolutely zero logs detailing its origin.

Her entire body felt violently besieged by a freezing, dark, and predatory force, as though her cells had been dumped straight into a subterranean ice vault. The internal sensation simulated a sequence of absolute torture.

“Define the sensory output.”

“I don’t know… my processors lack the vocabulary to map it,” she rasped, her teeth clicking together. “It’s cold… dangerously cold…” Driven by pure survival instinct, Pei Xiqing lunged forward into his chest, clawing open his shirt to press her freezing cheek directly against his bare skin to harvest his warmth.

She felt on the verge of hitting total vital liquidation from the frost.

Her lips turned a sickly, bloodless white within seconds.

“Isolate the frequency. Force the energy into a compliance loop.”

“My line… lacks the capability,” she managed to mumble through her chattering jaw.

The directive was too complex. To expect a raw civilian to master a wild elemental force on the first run was an impossible calculation.

Duan Xiaolin firmly pinched her chin, tilting her face upward as he leaned down to ruthlessly claim her lips in a deep, steadying kiss, his voice delivering an absolute command against her ear. “Your system is entirely capable.”

The immediate rush of his body heat flooded her parameters, forcing the paralyzing fog in her brain to recede.

She bit her lower lip with immense force.

She could still feel the massive, untamed current of energy executing a wild, destructive circuit through her veins. It was terrifyingly powerful.

As her internal anxiety spiked, the predatory force inside her chest adapted, wrapping around her neural nodes like a venomous constrictor preparing to dissolve its prey.

How could a human core host an element this explicitly lethal? She was a total novice.

Pressing her palm flat against his heartbeat, she whispered weakly, “Does this element genuinely register to my name?”

“Since your biology houses the core, the asset belongs strictly to your ledger.”

“Why does your office command this volume of data regarding the file?”

She couldn’t deduce if the auditory input was a glitch in her processing units, but she swore she intercepted a low, microscopic chuckle from his throat. The frequency was so deep it barely registered on her receptors.

Lacking the processing reserves to audit his background, she simply pressed, “How do I force the loop into compliance?”

Duan Xiaolin caught her trembling fingers, locking them in his grasp. “Deactivate your fear protocol. Maintain absolute trust in my overwatch.”

Pei Xiqing still failed to decode the tactical meaning behind his words.

But the exact microsecond his fingers tightened, the rogue energy inside her chest sustained a massive, external kinetic shock. The freezing toxicity and predatory momentum instantly stalled, locking into a temporary freeze.

Then, the man’s voice sliced through the quiet. “Execute the override. Force the current to work for your station.”

Pei Xiqing shut her eyes tightly against the agonizing friction.

Buried deep in his embrace, her knuckles turned white as she dug her fingers into the solid muscle of his forearm.

At one point, her mind completely abandoned the formal optimization scripts, channeling her absolute willpower into a raw, unpolished brawl against the internal anomaly. She lost all tracking of the time matrix, nor could her mind formulate a single word. She simply rode the wave of visceral instinct, adapting her neural pathways to accommodate the violent frequency of the core. Every time the energy launched a secondary assault, she stubbornly refused to surrender her baseline, gritting her teeth to throw up a psychological firewall.

Finally, the exact millisecond the predatory current dropped its momentum and settled into a quiet, fluid hum, her eyes snapped open.

“…! It… it cleared the compliance loop! It’s obeying my inputs!”

“Your strategic intelligence is remarkably high,” the man murmured, a rare smile touching his lips. “Does your station care to display the output?”

Pei Xiqing raised her right palm. A sharp, luminous bead of bamboo-green light instantly leaped from her skin, dancing over her knuckles. Though the volume was a mere fraction of the massive reservoir locked inside her chest, it was light-years beyond a simulation—it was a flawless, projectable elemental output.

Duan Xiaolin arched a white brow. “The asset is officially registered to your board now.”

“From this milestone forward, you can experiment with routing the current to execute whatever parameters your mind dictates.”

“Calibrate the manipulation to your own preferred style.”

She focused her thoughts, directing a microscopic thread of the green energy toward the far end of the living room.

The heavy mahogany chairs anchoring the dining table were instantly hoisted three feet off the floor by the kinetic draft. The moment her concentration wavered and the furniture threatened to crash back down, she rapidly adjusted the output, cleanly cushioning their descent back onto the rug.

The moment she snapped the current back into her palm, an intense feeling of physical lightness saturated her body.

Pei Xiqing felt precisely like she was navigating a lucid dream. Within a microscopic window, her civilian baseline had inexplicably unlocked a top-tier superpower, and her systems were already operating the controls with basic efficiency.

Amusingly, the moment she executed a secondary test loop, a quiet scoff of amusement escaped the man’s throat.

She tilted her chin up. “What precise variable is triggering your amusement?”

Duan Xiaolin looked down at the dancing green spark. “My tracking logs have never recorded that specific element acting this docile.”

“My intentions don’t include liquidating combat units,” she mumbled, adjusting her collar. “If the current possesses enough utility to slide chairs across the floorboards or ignite the kitchen burners on command, the performance metrics are entirely sufficient. In fact, if it can automate the cooking script, my board will log a perfect score.”

The administrator’s gaze narrowed slightly. “Your operational requirements are absurdly low.”

She simply lacked any vanity regarding superpowers. As long as the core could handle daily domestic logistics and throw up an absolute, immortal kinetic shield if a mutant breached her perimeter, her lifestyle criteria were fully met.

Still, a underlying detail in his vocabulary triggered a flag in her processing units. She looked into his eyes. “Your office holds an existing file on this specific mutation, correct? Brother Duan, your database has decoded this energy before. Release the data—what precise class of superpower does my system command?”

Duan Xiaolin met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “Does your station genuinely require the classification?”

“Absolutely,” she insisted, her eyes bright with anticipation. “Initialize the data transfer immediately.”

The man calmly raised his left hand.

The wispy, pale green current dancing over her fingers automatically stretched out, forming a fluid elemental link that flowed from her pinky to coil twice around his long, bandage-wrapped knuckles.

Right as her lips opened to broadcast an emergency warning—mindful of how viciously the raw energy had assaulted her own cells a moment prior—she watched the green current settle against his skin, circling his fingertips with absolute, purring submission.

Pei Xiqing’s eyes widened to their absolute limits. “How… how can it…”

The man slowly lowered his hand, his deep voice carrying a chilling, historical weight. “The archives designate this specific element as the Qiong Snake.”

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