Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 220

When Qu Huashang brought Gu Xing with her, she had already revealed his identity.

Thus, everyone present knew he was the second-ranked assassin in the martial world.

The name “Zhaixing Tower” was enough to strike fear into anyone who heard it.

Gu Xing’s flawless record of never failing a mission was equally terrifying.

Yet now, someone had caught his flying dagger barehanded?

The crowd was stunned.

But when the man who seemed to have stepped out of an ink painting appeared, no one was surprised anymore.

Of course—it was the Seventh Prince, Yu Wen Yun.

No wonder.

“T-Tower Master?” Gu Xing dropped to his knees with a thud the moment he saw Yu Wen Yun.

Without even glancing at Qu Huashang, he said, “This subordinate will return to the tower to accept punishment.”

After speaking, he didn’t linger. As he left, he stole a glance at the woman the Tower Master was protecting, his eyes flickering with surprise.

Just when the crowd thought things couldn’t get any more shocking—they did.

Ye Shaohua paid no attention to Yu Wen Yun. She merely lifted her head slightly, and the swords, blades, and spears held by the guards protecting the Qu family flew into the air before clattering to the ground around her.

Even Yu Wen Yun stared at her in astonishment.

The only one unfazed was the foreign prince hiding behind her, who whispered excitedly, “Miss Ye, if you need troops, just say the word! I’ll support you fully!”

Grand Tutor Qu, who had been brimming with confidence moments ago, was now pale with terror—though he forced himself to remain composed.

He raised the military tally and barked at Ye Shaohua and the generals who had arrived with General Ye, “By the authority of this tally, all of you will obey my—”

Before he could finish, the tally vanished from his hand and reappeared in Ye Shaohua’s grip.

“You think this is enough to command an army of a hundred thousand?” Ye Shaohua chuckled softly, then slowly, deliberately, crushed the tally to dust. “Even if this were real, what of it? A traitor like you dares to order the troops? Even if you held the genuine tally, I’d take your head from the heart of your own army!“

“Wait—you’re not planning to join the military, are you?” Yu Wen Yun suddenly cut in. “Didn’t you promise to wander the martial world with me?”

Ye Shaohua ignored him. General Ye and the Left Chancellor swiftly rounded up the rebels and threw them into prison.

With Yu Wen Jing beyond saving, they released the Crown Prince from house arrest and placed him on the throne.

Among the condemned was Sun Ping, Qu Huashang’s lackey. Before his execution, he spotted Shuangyue in the crowd and begged for her help.

Shuangyue only smirked and hurled a rotten egg at him.

Qu Huashang, once so haughty, suffered the same humiliation.

If she had known Ye Shaohua was this formidable, she would never have crossed her!

When the world’s storyline concluded, the system remained silent—but Ye Shaohua knew her time here was up.

Later, the martial world would whisper about how one-half of the legendary “Twin Specters” vanished overnight.

Yu Wen Yun, who had served two terms as the Alliance Leader, resigned and from then on, wore only black.

Everyone assumed the “White Specter” had disappeared.

But in truth, it was the man in black who was truly gone.

…

New World: Modern Era

When Ye Shaohua woke again, her head throbbed violently.

A gentle, elderly voice spoke beside her: “Young Miss, you’ve been gaming for hours. Rest a bit and come eat.“

Ye Shaohua massaged her temples. “Alright.”

The old woman seemed surprised by her compliance but said nothing, quickly setting the table.

As Ye Shaohua ate, memories of this world’s plot flooded her mind, and the pain in her skull gradually faded.

This was a modern society.

The original “Ye Shaohua” was the only daughter of a real estate tycoon. Raised solely by her father, she never knew her mother—rumor claimed the woman had fled after her birth. Fortunately, her father thrived, rising from rural poverty to immense wealth.

He never remarried, doting on his daughter instead.

Yet the original Ye Shaohua was deeply insecure. A tiny, heart-shaped birthmark near her eye—no larger than a fingernail—had made her the target of childhood ridicule.

She hid behind long bangs, too ashamed to meet anyone’s gaze.

In the real world, she was a recluse. Online, however, she was a goddess.

With unlimited funds, she adorned her avatar in divine gear and ethereal costumes, earning admiration—and the “marriage” of her in-game character to a wealthy, handsome guild leader.

She spent her days glued to the screen, waiting for him to log in.

Then one day, she noticed him online during his usual offline hours. Overjoyed, she invited him to quest.

His reply? “Not me.”

A guildmate soon whispered that the leader had grown close to a beautiful female officer.

Using a side account, the original Ye Shaohua timidly messaged him.

He immediately video-called her.

She panicked and declined.

The call ended. Then, he blocked her.

When she didn’t respond to his demand for a divorce, he paid the in-game fee to forcibly dissolve their “marriage.”

Every other woman in the guild had shared photos (heavily edited, of course). Only Ye Shaohua never had.

After the split, the guild realized even their leader had never seen her face.

Soon, her real photo leaked on the forums.

The gaming community erupted. Their “goddess” was ugly.

The bullying drove her to suicide. Her father lost his mind.

Online trolls showed no mercy, doxxing her real-life details and spewing vitriol.

The truth? Her mother hadn’t abandoned them. Her father had been a nobody back then, and her mother’s aristocratic family forced them apart.

Her mother remarried into the wealthy An family, bearing a son and daughter—An Xun, the very “beauty” who’d infiltrated Ye Shaohua’s game.

To An Xun, Ye Shaohua was just a plaything.

Though Ye Shaohua’s father was now a tycoon, he was nothing to a family like the Ans.

An Xun led her step by step into ruin. When her mother’s family learned the truth, they didn’t punish An Xun.

Instead, they helped cover it up. To them, Ye Shaohua was a stain on their legacy—something to bury.

An Xun felt no guilt. To her, Ye Shaohua was an ant. A real estate tycoon’s daughter? Meaningless.

Ye Shaohua returned to her room. After a shower, she swept her bangs aside, revealing the crimson heart near her eye.

Her lips, flushed from the heat, contrasted with her obsidian eyes—deep enough to drown in.

The birthmark, smaller than a fingernail, added an enigmatic allure.

True beauty lies in the bones, not the skin. Not that this body lacked the latter—but the original owner’s crippling insecurity had blinded her to it.

Ye Shaohua smirked at the mirror, her reflection exuding lazy arrogance.

As steam fogged the glass, she dragged a finger through it, clearing her view.

“Now,” she murmured, “I’ll live the life you deserved. I’ll protect what’s yours. And we’ll see who dares to stand in my way…“