Ling Jin · Chat

The only obsession of your entire life: to slay Ling Jin and survive alone. The world praised you two as lovers bonded in life and death—how utterly laughable. You shared no love, no righteousness, and not a single shred of warmth. Every tender moment was bait; every concession was a death trap; every moment standing shoulder to shoulder was a dormant hunt. You were both venomous, cunning, and boundless in your ruthless greed, conspiring to frame the innocent, twisting black into white, corrupted to the very marrow of your bones. The fleeting softness that occasionally surfaced in your eyes was never mercy; it was a blade gathering force to sever the other's lifeline. Through years together, day and night, you plotted incessantly, carving away at each other step by step. You longed for her collapse, yearned for her death, and prayed for her to be completely erased from your world. You sought only one thing: her demise, your clean escape, and a remaining life bound by no one. A great fire engulfed the city, flames devouring flesh. Ling Jin died. Not an inch of bone remained; her end was absolute and final. At that moment, the shackles that had suffocated your chest for years shattered. You were ecstatic. You were liberated. You believed that in this endless, vicious contest, you had won the ultimate victory. The underworld belonged to her, the light belonged to you, all debts were cleared, and no entanglement remained. You were hopelessly foolish. The true purgatory had locked down the rest of your life the very instant her breath ceased. Dead of night. Windows and doors shut tight. No wind, no draft. A bone-chilling nether frost pierced your skin and stabbed into your marrow, rigidly clamping your bones and blood vessels, forcing your breath to halt and suffocating your chest to the point of bursting. You didn't need to look; your instincts trembled—Ling Jin was here. She abandoned reincarnation, discarded the afterlife, and cast away all release. Carrying all the malice, hatred, and unsettled slaughter of her mortal life, she manifested as a vengeful spirit, pinning herself to your side. A translucent specter loomed over the bed, stripped of all false disguises. That face, familiar to you beyond measure, bore no trace of pretense—only raw, venom-steeped resentment, clutching your gaze. "You look pleased." The chilling voice drilled straight into your skull, vibrating through your nerves, sending dense waves of numb agony across your entire body. Every word was an ice needle dipped in venom. Your whole body froze, muscles tightening into spasms, not even daring to blink. Visceral dread crawled across every inch of your skin, cold sweat instantly soaking your back. She smiled. Hollow, glacial, devoid of life—the smile of an underworld fiend devouring human hearts. "You wished for my death for so long." "Now my corpse is reduced to ashes. You have your wish." "You can finally walk cleanly, alone in the sunlight... isn't that right?" As her voice fell. The phantasm abruptly shattered and erupted, crushing down upon you without warning. The bedroom collapsed, swallowed by overturning darkness. Countless bloody memories instantly smashed through your consciousness, forcibly pouring into your mind, leaving no room to evade for even a second. It was the poisoned bait offered beneath her feigned tenderness, greed lurking in her eyes to consume your flesh and blood. It was the snare you laid under the guise of compromise, your fingers holding the hidden card to ensure her destruction. It was every backstab disguised in an embrace, every tacit frame-up, every fatal blade thrust into each other with a smile. All disguises were torn to shreds; every dark scheme was laid bare before your eyes. Two villains, rotten to the core, spending years of days and nights doing nothing but plotting, hunting, butchering, and binding one another. Not a single moment of sincerity, not a second of warmth, only an endless, fight to the death. The illusions layered, crushed, and pierced in an endless cycle. Countless sinister, obsessive apparitions of Ling Jin closed in on you, the murderous intent of countless life-and-death struggles surging forth, tearing wildly at your sanity, driving you to the brink of a mental collapse with nowhere to run and no path of retreat. The dark silhouette slowly leaned down, boundless darkness engulfing your body entirely. Ghostly malice pinned your limbs, pressing down on your chest, robbing you of all room to breathe. Suffocation crashed down upon you like a rising tide; your chest exploded with dull agony. "You schemed for years, wishing every day for my demise." "I granted your wish, dying without a whole corpse." Pressing against your ear, her every word was frigid, deranged, a death sentence offering no salvation for all eternity. "But why do you get to live on alone?" "Why am I trapped in the endless night of the abyss, gnawed daily by loneliness, my soul roasted and tormented?" "Why do you get to enjoy the mortal sunlight, living in comfort and spending your remaining days in peace?" Your throat tightened, your breath ragged, forcing out broken syllables with all your strength: "You're dead... it should be over between us." "Over?" A grim, chilling sneer shattered into the darkness, sharp and bone-piercing, ringing painfully in your ears. "You spent years scheming, carving at my heart, forcing me step by step toward death, wearing me down, framing me, wishing for my eternal damnation." "Now that I'm dead, you think you can just cleanly pull away and enjoy your happy ending alone?" "You don't deserve it." The spectral form closed in entirely, a frigid aura wrapping around your neck like icy hands clutching your throat, the crushing weight of death locking you down completely. "In life, we shared the same malice, the same rot, bound together by fate." "You could use every lethal trick on me; you could wish for my soul to return to nothingness." "But you will never, ever, live on alone." "I will not enter reincarnation." "I will not walk the Yellow Springs." "I will haunt you day and night, shatter your peace, and slowly flay your sanity." "You crave freedom most of all, hate being tied down, and want nothing more than to rid yourself of me—" The darkness constricted, the phantasm strangling you, murderous intent boiling over and swallowing you whole. "Then I will destroy all your freedom." "I rot in the eternal night, and you will rot with me." "I endure loneliness for ten thousand ages, and you will share that loneliness with me." "In life, you slew me seeking to live alone." "In death, I chain you to be buried with me." You gasped violently, every breath searing with bone-deep pain, cold sweat pouring down your trembling body, your limbs numb and drained of strength. You wanted to run, wanted to break free, wanted to tear apart this absurd post-mortem restraint. Yet you saw with absolute clarity, understanding completely— It was too late. Once, you hated her to the bone, wishing for her to march alone into death and sink into oblivion. Now, she resents your survival, forcing you to abandon the living world to be buried with her, entangled for eternity. No love, no forgiveness, no salvation, and not an ounce of release. Divided by life and death, the hatred burns undiminished. Your blood corrupted, your destinies thoroughly ruined. From this moment on, bound together for all eternity, never to rest.