Boom!

Jiang wasn’t small per se, and the Ans were not living too close to the Quans either, but the sheer volume of the explosion ripped through the whole city.

After that day, there would be an article crashing the internet: Major Explosion at An Corporation at 9: 33 PM.

The Ans were bankrupt and had lost everything. Oddly enough, none of the workers working overtime and the residents in the area were severely affected by this incident; the worst injury sustained was a scab by a person falling from shock.

The patrolling security officer witnessed the entire scene.

He stared emptily in the direction of the Corporation, in utter disbelief.

“An Corporation… exploded? That’s where the Ans are, right? It really exploded?”

The officer could have sworn that he had seen Quan Jin standing by the window, looking in the direction of An Corporation, casually making a remark, saying that an explosion was about to happen. He thought nothing more of it, assuming she had just been cursing them out of anger after reading the online article about her.

Little did he know…

“I must have misheard it. It’s a coincidence. Just pure coincidence. How could her one liner actually set the An Corporation on fire, no, that’s impossible,” the officer blabbered, as he watched the building go down in flames.

A huge mushroom cloud formed above the site.

That was ridiculous!

On the other hand, Quan Jin was cooped up in her room, slightly unhappy with her decisions.

“Damn… I knew it! Three points! If I were to prophesy once more, I will… nevermind, I shall not curse myself.”

She had just wasted three health points on that prophecy, being one step further from recuperating her soul. That was horrible.

Quan Jin sat by her desk, left hand pressing onto the red thread around her right wrist, pondering for a full two minutes before finally releasing.

“It still hasn’t disappeared. Left that place, left that body, but the curse hasn’t left me yet.” Ever since Quan Jin could recall, there was one thing she had been sure of: her name was a curse.

Quan Jin. Quan meant authority, while Jin meant cautious.

She might have had all the authority in the world but had to be on her toes at all times.

Since birth, her soul had been defective, she had heard that the person naming her didn’t want peace to be upon her, thus conferring her all the powers she had, while forcing her to stay alert and live cautiously.

Until her soul recovered, this ever-useful prophesying skill would not work on her.

She got up to sit in front of her computer.

The light from the screen reflected upon her face as she started typing away on her keyboard, entering a string of complicated codes into the device.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound of her fingers hitting the keyboard filled the room.

If the top three hackers of Hua were here watching her, they would absolutely freak out: the codes Quan Jin used weren’t used in Hua, nor anywhere else in the world. They had come from a place whose name humans would tremble upon hearing, and that even world leaders were terrified of.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

She slammed the return key with her index finger and a mysterious website appeared on her computer screen. In the center was a sign-in box.

[Please enter your password.]

Quan Jin’s eyes landed on the word username. She typed the letter W.

A second later, Quan Jin had deleted whatever she had typed in the box, staring at the webpage.

“I can’t go back now, not yet.”

The place was impressive but elusive. Not more than one hundred candidates in the country were qualified enough to even have heard of this place, where people around the world poured all the money they had just to enter.

She couldn’t go back there.

Quan Jin dragged the pointer and entered the sign-out password. However, just as she was about to click on the words and close the window, her laptop, as if bugged, showed a blue screen.

The website had crashed? That shouldn’t have happened!

Had all their skills deteriorated after she had left? A small virus like that shouldn’t have caused a blue screen.

Quan Jin reached out to close her laptop. As it was about to shut, three rows of words flashed up on the screen. They weren’t especially meaningful, but managed to catch Quan Jin’s attention.

[Regardless of time, place, country, or universe! You will always be the person we trust the most! And we will always be your strongest pillar of support!]

[We belong to ****!]

[We pledge our allegiance to you: W·W FOREVER!]