Meeting an Intensely Possessive Sword Spirit in the Apocalypse

A short, sweet, all-female story.

Cool-faced, warm-hearted sword cultivator who tends to tease × innocent sword spirit stirred by desire

--Plot

The year she graduated, Yao Mei was cruelly dumped. After her ex-girlfriend took revenge on her, she was sent to the frontier to work as a lonely forest ranger. Four years later, black fog descended, the apocalypse arrived, and zombies overran the world.

By a twist of fate, Yao Mei was bound to a cultivation System.

Those with supernatural abilities killed zombies and collected crystals to strengthen themselves.

What about her? Killing zombies earned her experience and eternal life. In the apocalypse, she stood unrivaled, with no one able to challenge her.

But things weren’t that simple. Yao Mei had thought she was in the “starting village,” only to find herself thrown straight into the “final dungeon”!

--Romance

Yao Mei fell for Yiyi over time (incorrect); it was love at first sight (correct).

One day, Yao Mei cautiously asked, “Do you like me?”

Yiyi answered without hesitation, “I like you. I like you a lot.”

Yao Mei’s breath caught. She mustered the courage to ask, “Do you mean you like me as a friend?”

“What else?” Yiyi knew nothing about such things. “Is there another kind of liking?”

The first answer sent Yao Mei straight to hell, nearly condemning her to a lifetime of shyness. The next made her see a glimmer of hope.

Yao Mei said nervously, “There is. There’s the kind of love between romantic partners. You can have lots of friends, but only one lover.”

Yiyi didn’t quite understand, but her possessiveness was intense. “You’re not allowed to find a lover. If you do, I’ll kill them.”

As the days passed, things gradually started to feel “off.” Yiyi seemed to be developing feelings, and her sudden initiative left Yao Mei flustered.

Yao Mei knowingly sank deeper, unwilling to wake up.

Later, Yao Mei’s ex-girlfriend tried to get back together with her. “We broke up, so there’s no getting back together. Dream on!”

Later still, when Yao Mei reminisced about the past at an orphanage and cried beneath the moon,

Yiyi’s first thought was, “I want to make you cry even harder.”

That thought came true before long.

Yao Mei tried to retire from the world for a while, using “Yao Yi” as an assumed name because “Yi” sounds like “Yiyi.”

Yiyi smiled brightly. “Oh, Yao Yi? Is that really your name? Let me see if you live up to it.”

----------(Divider; the following is a preview of an upcoming novel)

"I Was Reborn After My Ice-Cold Ex-Wife Died Tragically (Apocalypse)"

Younger top, reborn and corrupted × emotionally reserved, cool bottom

At the insistence of her childhood friend, Jiang Yumu became a hands-off business owner, earning a comfortable living by selling enhancement potions.

The last human refuge left on the shattered wasteland was Chaoyang City, and its survival depended entirely on a miracle developed by Chaoyang Tech: enhancement potions.

Then one day, her older sister hurriedly dragged her into the shop’s dark storeroom. “Your ex-wife… she’s dead!”

Her ex-wife, Yao Yingxue, had always been the “other people’s kid.” Jiang Yumu, by contrast, was the classic bad example.

They should have been parallel lines that never crossed, but their elders forced them together, making them “intersect.”

Jiang Yumu was laid-back by nature, and after they married, she and her wife treated each other with polite distance.

When the apocalypse began, their family made it safely to Chaoyang City. Yao Yingxue asked for a divorce, and Jiang Yumu readily agreed, not wanting to get in the way of her bright future.

A photo her older sister handed her snapped Jiang Yumu out of her thoughts.

Her pupils contracted.

The person in the photo lay face-down on the floor, dead with her eyes open. She wore the smallest size of white lab coat, which hung off her as if it were on a clothes hanger. Beside her bony hand was a line of startlingly vivid blood-red writing:

[My Yumu… why didn’t you come save me?]

The next second, a cutting chill burst through the door, freezing the two people inside into ice statues.

Such terrifying ice powers… there was only one person in all of Chaoyang City who could wield them.

Her childhood friend!

As her consciousness faded, Jiang Yumu suddenly understood so many things:

The divorce papers, and the “Yao Yingxue” often seen on television as an elder of the cabinet, were both fake. She had been so foolish, completely unaware.

Yao Yingxue’s awakened mutant wood powers could nourish and enhance other people… the enhancement potions… the ex-wife in the photo, reduced to skin and bones…

The bloody words struck Jiang Yumu’s heart like a hammer, each stroke painstakingly written. Not only had she betrayed the desperate trust placed in her, she had unwittingly become an accomplice, profiting by draining her ex-wife’s life.

Memories of the past came rushing back.

On the road to Chaoyang City, zombies had attacked, and Yao Yingxue had shielded her again and again, covered in wounds but never uttering a word.

The person who had wholeheartedly protected her was someone she had lost…

She couldn’t accept it… She absolutely could not die like this! Driven by an overwhelming determination, Jiang Yumu suddenly sat bolt upright in bed.

“Ha… ha…” She panted heavily, her eyes bloodshot as she stared around in confusion. The electronic clock on the desk clearly displayed a date.

This was…

Before the apocalypse!

In all their years of marriage, this was the first time she had knocked on her wife’s bedroom door in the middle of the night. Hugging a pillow tightly in her arms, she spoke with a faint sob in her voice. “Yao Yingxue… I had a nightmare… I’m scared. Can I sleep with you?”

For the first time, she saw a trace of shyness on her wife’s exquisite yet icy face.

Note 1: One-on-one romance, both are reborn. Yao Yingxue only regains memories of her past life later, and this is a nontraditional “chasing your wife after losing her” story.

Note 2: Sweet happy ending. The author can’t write anything too angsty.

Note 3: All-female story.

Theme: May someone be there for you when you’re lonely.