Female warrior who survived death

Jerome, dressed in a sweat-soaked linen shirt and carrying a burlap sack, headed towards
a small wooden hut. It was an ordinary little village, small with about twenty households and a
tavern , but no blacksmith's shop. As a conscripted, penniless soldier, Jerome, who needed to provide his own weapons, could only
carry a wooden spear made from a sharpened stick, without even a metal point.
Helmet and shield were out of the question. But since he was only there to rob a group of unarmed
villagers, the wooden spear, at least a long-handled weapon, would be enough.
Jerome kicked open the door and grumbled as he entered the hut. The knight leading the group, of course, wouldn't personally
join in the looting; he was currently enjoying the spoils of victory with his squires.
The task of looting naturally fell to Jerome and his men, the conscripted soldiers. Jerome muttered as he walked into the wooden hut.
He was lucky if he could even get a pair of boots from the loot he'd plundered from this run-down village. But then again,
let alone the castles and wealthy cities of the nobles, even their small manor was
beyond the capabilities of his dozen or so men. However, just as Jerome entered the hut and haphazardly stuffed everything he saw into a sack, he
suddenly felt something fall from the sky and knock him to the ground, followed by a powerful twist to his neck.
Feeling the excruciating pain of his broken neck, Jerome's consciousness faded into darkness.
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"Ugh…" Zi Qing gasped for breath, struggling to her feet from the muddy ground. "
Where am I… Wasn't I already… killed by my junior…? Is this another dream, like three years ago?" But Zi Qing
then saw that she was in a dilapidated wooden hut. Worse still, through the cracks in the hut, she could smell the distinct
scent of fresh blood.
"Damn it, where am I…?" Zi Qing pinched her philtrum hard, trying to clear her mind, and looked
at herself.
Just like I remembered, she was still dressed in a playful summer outfit. Her upper body was still
wearing that "shrunken" sailor-style top, significantly shorter than the normal size, the white fabric only covering a small portion
of her upper body. Except for the lower half of her breasts and the four ribs below, Zi Qing's upper breasts, abdomen, and
sternum were all exposed. Her blue and white pleated skirt reached mid-thigh, and the thin, white-trimmed black
over-the-knee stockings were slightly tight, outlining her slender legs. Zi Qing's delicate yet toned body, sculpted by years of exercise, had not an ounce of
excess fat . Her sharply defined waist revealed six-pack abs with clearly defined lines
, complementing her full and perky breasts, exuding youthful vitality and a JK (high school girl) vibe.
"Aren't these my clothes? Did my junior dispose of me and dump my body here, and I
miraculously survived?" Zi Qing smoothed her ponytail, trying to explain the situation.
"Honestly, my junior is so irresponsible... But these clothes are only for him,
not be ruined like this..." Just as this thought flashed through Zi Qing's mind, her clothes
suddenly turned into specks of light and disappeared, revealing two flesh-colored lace breast pads held in place with medical silicone and a semi-transparent
black lace panty.
"Eh eh eh... My clothes! No! I'm not a naturist! Come back!"
Startled , Zi Qing instinctively covered her chest with her left arm and her private parts with her right, muttering something. With these
words, the clothes that had disappeared reappeared on her body. Seeing her clothes reappear, Zi Qing's
mouth dropped open in curiosity. She tried them on, and not only the outer garments, but even the nipple covers and lace panties could disappear or reappear at
her will, but she couldn't change them.
"Okay, okay, wearing this is better than nothing," Zi Qing shook her head, deciding to stop considering
the style of the clothes. Looking at the clothes that disappeared or reappeared at her whim, Zi Qing muttered, "Hmm
… do I have superpowers now?" Just then, Zi Qing felt the smell of blood in the air become even stronger.
Interrupted by the smell, Zi Qing crouched down and tiptoed to the wooden wall, peering through a crack.
Instantly, Zi Qing was stunned by the horrific scene outside. If she hadn't used her left hand to tightly cover her mouth with her left hand, a
terrified scream would have already escaped.
What Zi Qing saw was a village being plundered. Dozens of murdered villagers lay haphazardly piled
together , with only a few young women still alive—living as objects of the raiders' venting. A dozen
or so raiders sat around a campfire in the center of the village, eating what was
undoubtedly the reason Zi Qing almost screamed—meat cut from the villagers' corpses. Although Zi Qing
had a considerable interest in ice love, having previously given her virginity and soul to her junior schoolmate for it, the
ice love she preferred was nothing like the brutal slaughter and butchering of villagers by those raiders. Looking at the village
's horrific state, Zi Qing knew what would happen to her if she fell into their hands.
"What kind of hellhole is this? Have I been transported to another world?" Zi Qing took several deep breaths to calm
herself, then peered through the cracks in the wall again. The raiders' leader seemed to be
the guy gnawing on an arm in the center of the village—this guy was wearing plate armor and had a
sword at his waist. However, this plate armor didn't cover the entire body, so underneath was a suit of chainmail, roughly
equivalent to the forging level of 14th-century Western Europe. The raider leader had two attendants, both wearing
chainmail and leather-covered iron plate armor on their upper bodies. Their swords were carelessly tossed
aside as they feasted with their leader. The remaining dozen or so raiders were all
dressed in linen and carried wooden spears—the kind without even metal tips. Then Zi Qing noticed one of the raiders
responsible for looting the spoils walking towards the wooden hut.
Suddenly appearing in unfamiliar surroundings, witnessing such a tragedy, a strong sense of fear washed over Zi
Qing . However, she gritted her teeth, forced herself to use her bare feet to leap up, and used
her delicate yet strong hands to grab the roof beam and climb up. Her body, which she thought was well-trained to maintain her figure,
seemed to perform exceptionally well; Zi Qing easily climbed onto the roof beam. Fortunately, perhaps the
raider was confident in his previous raid, or perhaps the creaking of the wooden house in the wind masked
the sounds Zi Qing made, he didn't notice there was someone else in the house. Just as that guy casually kicked open the door...
While hastily stuffing everything she could see into the sack, Zi Qing gritted her teeth and jumped towards the looter
. The impact from above knocked the man, who was busy collecting his loot, to the ground. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zi
Qing, imitating what her junior had done in her room, gripped the looter's neck tightly with both arms and pulled hard.
It went relatively smoothly; perhaps due to the outburst of fear, Zi Qing easily twisted the looter's head
a full 180 degrees.
Looking at the corpse before her, Zi Qing gagged a few times; the feeling of killing someone with her own hands for the first time was anything but pleasant.
After recovering slightly, Zi Qing looked around, waved her hand to remove her clothes, and, suppressing her nausea,
tore off a strip of linen. She wrapped it around her still-erect breasts, flattened them, and then put on her raider's
clothes . She casually scooped up some dirt from the ground and smeared it on her face, making her once-charming features
filthy. She picked up a wooden spear from the ground, grabbed a wooden pot lid to temporarily use as a "small
round shield " slung the sack over her shoulder, and disguised herself as a member of the raiders as she left the cabin.
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Reg sat on the ground, gnawing on his arm. As the youngest son of a baron, he had no right to inherit the title.
After coming of age, he was granted a so-called knighthood, given a sword, and then driven out of the house to fend for himself. As for
armor ? What were you thinking? A set of armor was worth about the same as a small farm. Driven from his home, Reg
formed a so-called "mercenary band" to survive. Unexpectedly, a powerful figure took a liking to his
meager possessions, gifting him a complete set of plate armor as a deposit and magically enhancing him
and his men. Now, Reg was a true knight, and even the "mercenaries" he'd used as placeholders
were capable of fighting. The task assigned was simple: to inflict
carnage . Reg, his conscience long since extinguished, offered no resistance and readily committed these heinous crimes.
The only problem was… he was getting hungry all the time…
Reg rubbed his stomach, took a big bite of his half-cooked arm, and glanced at
a servant. The servant was frantically gnawing on a thigh before stretching contentedly. Suddenly,
a wooden spear flew past, accurately piercing his mouth, killing him instantly. Another squire was startled and was
about grab his sword when a figure pounced, swiftly piercing his throat with a dagger and picking up the sword from the ground.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Reg grabbed his sword, stood up, and put on his helmet, beginning to observe the uninvited guest.
Although the man had put on some disguise, he was likely of noble birth. His hands lacked the calluses from years of sword-
wielding , and despite the mud, he was clearly a delicate, effeminate young man—a
spoiled brat who hadn't received proper military training. However, his javelin-throwing ability was impressive; he must have played the game often.
Reg judged the figure before him—just a guy addicted to chivalrous novels,
a bored fool trying to emulate the chivalrous heroes in those stories. He actually adhered to so-called chivalry by only attacking his
squire, instead of attacking him first. Judging by this guy's throwing ability, if he had attacked
him , Reg would have had no chance of survival.
Without professional military training and without any protective gear, he had no chance against Reg, who was clad in full plate armor
. What a pedantic and boring nobleman. Reg revealed a mocking smile, pulling down the visor of his helmet.
Reg wouldn't be saddened by the death of his "servant." As long as that lord was around, these cannon fodder
wouldn't be difficult to train. Reg was very confident in dealing with the guy in front of him, who was addicted to chivalric novels. This guy was
probably like himself, the youngest son or illegitimate child of some nobleman who had been expelled from his family without inheritance rights, so
he didn't have a servant by his side. Let him, the "senior," teach him a lesson. Of course, as an outlaw,
he certainly wouldn't abide by any noble rules and deliberately spare his life to obtain ransom—that lord's
orders were clear: leave no survivors. Besides, even if they dared to offer him anything, he wouldn't dare take it.
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Perhaps these guys all understood the "revelry" after looting. Under that disguise, Zi Qing
smoothly approached the looters one by one, snapping their necks. In the process, Zi Qing found that her
body had quickly adapted to this infiltration operation. Having overcome her fear,
Zi Qing, who had never received professional military training, quickly got into the zone, and some tactical maneuvers she had never encountered before inexplicably surfaced in her mind. When
she came to her senses , aside from dealing with the raider leader and his two "attendants," all the other raiders
had been successfully assassinated by Zi Qing! During this time, Zi Qing also seized a dagger from one of the raiders.
Zi Qing quietly observed the three "elite monsters" in the square, engrossed in "eating meat." "A plate-armored knight,
but not a completely sealed plate; only the front half of his legs are armored. Although there
are gaps in his upper plate armor, he's wearing chainmail underneath, so a dagger won't be effective. It's best to kill him while they're
eating. The other two squires are manageable, but it's best not to take too much risk." Zi
Qing looked around. There wasn't much cover in the square, so sneaking up to them for an assassination was probably impossible
. It seemed she'd have to throw a wooden spear to take down the knight first. He wasn't wearing a helmet while eating, so
a direct hit to a vital spot with the spear should be enough. Then, before the other two could react, she'd kill
the third , and then pick up the sword to finish off the last one.
Zi Qing finalized her plan, took a deep breath, grabbed the wooden spear, aimed at the raider leader, took another deep
breath, and threw it. Then, she grabbed a dagger and charged towards one of the squires.
The wooden spear transformed into a sharp arrow, shooting towards the raider leader… and the squire beside him, instantly killed.
Zi Qing cursed inwardly. Although she felt some "combat experience" coursing through her body, she still lacked practical experience. Nevertheless,
she had taken down one, but as she killed another servant with a dagger and picked up her sword
, the raider leader had already picked up his weapon, stood up, put on his helmet, and pulled down his visor.
The mocking smile on his face as he pulled down his visor stung Zi Qing's nerves.
"Damn it, this guy must have realized my throw was just a fluke. But now I have no choice but
to fight..." Zi Qing sized up the fully armed Reg, trying to find an opening. Reg, however,
had no intention confronting her. He roared and raised his sword with both hands, bringing it down hard.
"This sword probably can't pierce the enemy's plate armor, let alone cut through it. Against this enemy, shield bashing is ineffective."
"Better than a sword..." This thought flashed through Zi Qing's mind. Facing Reg's direct sword
strike, Zi Qing used her right hand to pick up a sword she had found and deflect it. Reg's grip on the sword was actually affected by Zi Qing's attack.
Zi Qing then leaped up and swung her left arm, striking Reg's head with her "small round shield."
Reg was hit in the face by Zi Qing's shield bash with a pot lid. Although protected by his visor, he still felt
dizzy . However, Reg had received professional training. Even though he was dizzy, he didn't utter a sound
and swung his sword at Zi Qing's legs, who was still in mid-air. Seeing this, Zi Qing used
the flexibility she had developed from her dance training to turn around in mid-air and kick Reg. Reg staggered from the kick, and his intended
leg attack was blocked by Zi Qing's left arm "small round shield." However, this "small round shield" was ultimately
just a pot lid. Although Reg's attack failed to harm Zi Qing's body, it did
cleave the small round shield on her left arm in two.
Zi Qing shook her slightly numb arm, then drew a dagger with her left hand and began circling Reg, trying
to find an opening. "In a duel, a dagger's defensive capabilities are inferior to a shield, but it's better than nothing..." This unfamiliar
knowledge resurfaced in her mind.
Reg raised his sword again to thrust at Zi Qing, but Zi Qing was prepared. She easily deflected the attack with her dagger
and then thrust her main hand towards Reg's throat. Unfortunately, although Zi Qing accurately pierced
the gap between Reg's helmet and breastplate, her sword failed to penetrate the chainmail around Reg's neck; the sword
was even slightly dulled. Although Reg felt nauseous from the blow, it ultimately failed to inflict fatal damage.
Zi Qing couldn't help but curse Reg's good luck inwardly, but she didn't complain further. "The sword isn't strong enough
to break through the chainmail at the enemy's throat. Perhaps I could try a dagger..." Taking advantage of Reg's nausea, Zi Qing
took a large step forward, quickly closing the distance between them. Reg tried to swing his sword again, but Zi Qing
blocked it . Reg, repeatedly struck, was now disoriented, and the two were very close. Taking advantage of Reg
's momentary lapse in time, Zi Qing leaped forward, thrusting her dagger towards Reg's throat. The dagger struck its target, and
Reg spat out a mouthful of filth from under his visor. Unfortunately, the dagger wasn't of good quality and failed to pierce
the target. Zi Qing could only strike Reg's unarmored legs with her sword again. Although Reg was deeply uncomfortable from
the two blows to his throat, he managed to rotate his legs in time, using his armor to block
the attack. Reg was unharmed, but Zi Qing's sword chipped at the armor.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Reg released his sword-wielding right hand and punched Zi Qing in the stomach. Zi Qing, with limited combat experience
, hadn't anticipated this attack and was struck hard. Painfully, she was forced to retreat a few steps,
creating distance between herself and Reg.
Both fatal blows failed to achieve their intended effect due to her opponent's armor, and with the punch to her stomach,
Zi Qing felt somewhat numb.
"Unable to penetrate armor, blunt weapons can cause greater damage. For now, I can use the hilt guard
as a temporary substitute..." New knowledge flooded Zi Qing's mind. Zi Qing sheathed her dagger and reversed
the sword, gripping the tip tightly with her left hand and the blade firmly with her right, holding the sword upside down,
leaving a slight gap between her knuckles and the blade. "As long as I grip it tightly enough, the blade won't cut my hand..."
Reg adjusted his helmet, recovering from the temporary dizziness. Looking at Zi Qing holding the sword upside down,
a cold smile appeared on his lips, hidden by his visor. "Heh, the hilt can indeed be used as a blunt weapon, but aren't you afraid of
cutting your little hands?" Reg once again raised the sword above his head with both hands and slashed down hard at Zi Qing. Zi Qing seized
the opportunity, dodging to the side and swinging her sword down hard on Reg's head.
The immense force dented Reg's helmet, and Reg felt a moment of dizziness.
But he still gritted his teeth and thrust at Zi Qing with his two-handed sword. Zi Qing swung her sword, using the part between her hands
to deflect the attack, and then slammed the hilt down on Reg's head again, making him stagger.
After being hit on the head several times in succession, Reg roared angrily, no longer raising the sword above his head, but
instead swinging it upwards at Zi Qing. Zi Qing narrowed her eyes and slammed it down on Reg's right hand holding the sword. Reg, in pain
, released his right hand. Although he didn't lose his weapon because his left hand was still gripping the sword, he was now wide open. Taking advantage of the momentum, Zi Qing
charged at Reg, knocking him to the ground. Seeing Reg already fallen, Zi Qing
slammed her fist into his head several more times, then
tossed . She kicked off Reg's visor, drew her dagger, and plunged it into his eyes,
twisting it 90 degrees as she did so.
Looking at the lifeless enemy before her, a sudden wave of disorientation washed over her—the disorientation of being in an unfamiliar territory, the fear of witnessing brutal
atrocities , and the exhaustion of the recent battles. Zi Qing felt a sudden darkness engulf her, and she fainted.
She didn't know how much time had passed when, in a daze, she felt someone approaching. She checked on them.
"Captain Connaught, this little girl is still alive!" "Great, at least there's someone alive…wow,
judging by the marks, this little girl has taken down quite a few scumbags!" Zi Qing felt herself being gently
lifted into a princess carry by a pair of strong hands.
"Let's get her to the convent quickly, hopefully Sister Ispel can save her."
—Darkness
… Zi Qing felt an endless darkness engulfing her. She wanted to scream, but no
sound …
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the soles of her feet, then spread from her feet
to her limbs and back, darting around her back. The pain moved from her shoulders to her waist, then
up to her armpits; her fingertips seemed to touch the edge of her chest, but that edge seemed sealed,
not crossing the line.
Soon, Zi Qing felt aches and pains all over her body, her bones feeling like they were falling apart. But the feeling of being swallowed by the darkness
had vanished.
Suddenly, the scent of lavender reached Zi Qing's nose, and she felt as if she had been transported to a
lush forest, surrounded by the cool, refreshing scent of nature. Zi Qing felt a few drops of cool liquid drip onto her body.
A pair of slightly rough but very strong hands moved to her neck and rubbed it around her, then slowly moved to her arms and
armpits, one back and one back at a time.
Those hands were firm and strong, but the technique was very light. Before she knew it, Zi Qing's back was covered in a slippery wet patch, aching and tingling.
The initial comfort was gradually replaced by a massage-like sensation, and her nerves fully expanded. After a while,
the liquid dripping onto her body began to dissipate heat. A few drops of heat seeped into Zi Qing's skin, dispelling the remaining darkness.
A few more drops of liquid were applied to her buttocks, and then the hands began to massage and rub, before finally spreading the oil evenly over her entire
back. This time the movements were much smoother, and the sensation was more complete. Combined with the heat emanating from the mysterious liquid,
Zi Qing felt completely relaxed, as if she were in a series of warm baths. Zi Qing tried to let out a comfortable moan,
but found she couldn't make a sound.
The hands returned to Zi Qing's feet, massaging her delicate feet and toes, then pushing upwards little by little, down to
her thighs , and then back down, repeating the process. Without warning, the hands suddenly slipped inside Zi Qing's thighs, separating
her legs, and starting from the outside, pushed back and forth towards the inside of her thighs, only to
withdraw . Suddenly, the hands left her thighs and returned to Zi Qing's back. Zi Qing felt the hands quicken their pace
, circling her back, then moving up and down her ribs, circling downwards, slowly
caressing her breasts. Zi Qing's previously empty heart was gradually overwhelmed by pleasure. Then, just as
she felt the hands about to touch her nipples, they stopped abruptly.
Just as Zi Qing was suddenly lost in a daze, the arms of those hands suddenly exerted force, and Zi Qing was
flipped over, from lying face down to lying on her back. The hands slowly slid down from Zi Qing's neck, carefully
caressing every inch. Then, Zi Qing felt someone get on the bed, straddling her, but the person's weight was
on their knees and calves, only their lower body barely touching Zi Qing's hips. In that instant, Zi Qing
felt only boundless ecstasy.
A few more drops of liquid fell onto Zi Qing's breasts, those rough but warm hands lifting her breasts, circling,
pressing, and spreading them. A moment later, fingers pinched Zi Qing's two nipples. Soon, Zi Qing felt them
become engorged and erect, their color turning an even deeper pink. Zi Qing breathed silently, waves of intense
stimulation causing her to tremble uncontrollably, her whole body itching as if feathers were scratching her most sensitive spots. Her lower body began to moisten under
the stimulation, drops sliding down her legs.
The hands released Zi Qing's nipples and gently pulled her legs apart. Zi Qing felt the
person place her spread legs on their thighs. A few drops of fluid dripped onto her lower abdomen,
which quickly became warm. The hands first pressed against Zi Qing's knees, then moved up her thighs to her genitals.
The pressure from those hands was just right, the fingers both soft and firm, giving Zi Qing a slightly floating sensation. When those hands
reached Zi Qing's genitals, they didn't immediately part her petals, but carefully explored the outer edges before
rotating them around the top of her inner thighs, while simultaneously gliding her thumbs over her labia. With each tremor of her wrists, Zi
Qing felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, her mind going blank. Unconsciously, her juices slowly flowed out. Zi Qing
barely had time to catch her breath before she was brought to orgasm.
In her hazy state, Zi Qing felt pressure flowing out with her juices, and the other person slowly got off the bed. A wave
of drowsiness instantly enveloped Zi Qing, pulling her into a dream, but this time it was just a dream, not one swallowed by darkness.
"Granny, how is the little girl?" "Don't worry, Captain Connaught. I've used holy oil
to thoroughly treat her inside and out. She'll be fine after a good night's sleep." "That's wonderful
, Granny. To be honest, I can't bear to think about what those scumbags did to that little girl." "What
a bunch of Her wrists were bound with hard instruments of torture, and there are marks on her neck from ligatures and injuries from being twisted with immense force..."
…In fact, it's a miracle that this little girl is still alive after suffering such a neck injury.
Those scum must have tied her up and tortured her by suffocation.” “Damn it…” “
When I was treating this child just now, I discovered she was probably a virgin not long ago, but when she arrived, there were signs of being forced open on her genitals, anus, and even
mouth… You understand what I mean.” A loud bang was followed by new
voices, “We discovered from the battle traces that this little girl killed several scumbags, including that cannibalistic
beast Reg. This must be revenge… but those bastards didn't expect her to be alive and left…” “
Poor child, let her recuperate here… Let those scumbags pay the price.” “Of course, I
went from a dockworker to the militia captain for those scumbags! They
still owe . But I'll leave that brat Nicia in your care, Granny.” (Reg and the
other raiders in hell: I didn't, I didn't, this isn't my fault!)
[The End]

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