I Received Messages From Future Self!
Chapter 552 - 548 Desperate Situation

Chapter 552: Chapter 548 Desperate Situation

Calling to the heavens yields no response, calling to the earth offers no salvation.

Fang Xiaocao could no longer remember how long it had been since she last felt this kind of despair.

It seemed like an eternity.

So long that Fang Xiaocao had forgotten the taste of it.

She shot a deep glance at the Taotie, then raised her head to look at Unhappy, who was struggling alone against the Suture Monster. Despite being covered in wounds, he refused to back down even an inch.

Hoo—

Fang Xiaocao let out a heavy breath.

Her gaze hardened with resolve.

"If this is fate, then I’ll gamble everything on it."

Fang Xiaocao muttered to herself.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the Blood Jade Ring.

With the Blood Jade Ring in her hand, Fang Xiaocao felt a bit calmer.

She knew the Blood Jade Ring’s effects would sharply increase her chances of survival and mitigate as much of the side effects of using the Forbidden Technique as possible.

As long as she had the Blood Jade Ring, she could make it.

Even if she became a vegetable—

There was still a chance she could wake up.

The premise was that she wouldn’t die.

Fang Xiaocao gripped the Blood Jade Ring tightly, her eyes fixed on the Suture Monster playing cat and mouse with Unhappy, mocking and tormenting him. Her gaze gradually grew colder.

"Come on!"

Fang Xiaocao clenched her fist to bolster her courage.

The next second!

Fang Xiaocao pressed the Blood Jade Ring against her brow.

She began to mobilize all of her spiritual power.

A massive surge of spiritual power converged onto the Blood Jade Ring, illuminating it entirely.

The light emanating from the Blood Jade Ring transitioned from a faint red glow to a rich, fiery crimson.

Fang Xiaocao’s eyes were flooded with red veins.

It seemed as though her eyeballs might burst in the next moment.

This full-force spiritual blast, while crude and direct, carried an enormous toll on her body.

The process alone forced Fang Xiaocao to wear a mask of agony.

One could only imagine the consequences if the technique succeeded.

"Unhappy, just hold on a little longer."

Watching as Unhappy was sent flying by the Suture Monster, Fang Xiaocao felt a pang of panic, silently praying that he could get up and stall the monster for just a while longer.

Hypnotists were like mages; even at the risk of their lives, they needed time to cast, and couldn’t just unleash their abilities instantly.

Almost as if he’d heard Fang Xiaocao’s prayer, Unhappy miraculously got back on his feet.

He charged toward the Suture Monster once again.

The Suture Monster seemed to have grown impatient with Unhappy, no longer interested in playing games.

As Unhappy lunged, the Suture Monster, thoroughly irked, swatted him aside with one massive paw.

The monster’s speed was incredibly fast.

Unhappy, heavily injured, had no time to react and was struck directly, sent flying once again.

By this time, the Suture Monster had noticed Fang Xiaocao. He sensed the threat emanating from her.

The monster’s deformed, grotesque face twisted into a sinister smile as he stepped menacingly toward Fang Xiaocao.

The intent was clear—he planned to eliminate the one being here capable of posing a real threat to him.

Fang Xiaocao continued her preparations, unwavering in the face of the advancing Suture Monster.

"I can do this. I still have time."

Fang Xiaocao silently reassured herself.

With everyone else defeated by the Suture Monster, knocked down one by one, and brought to the brink of destruction, Fang Xiaocao had no choice but to give it everything she had.

There was no point in thinking about escape anymore.

The only option now was to fight the Suture Monster to the death.

If the Suture Monster didn’t die, they would.

There would be no escape, no future.

As the Suture Monster drew closer with every step, Fang Xiaocao stood her ground, her gaze unyielding and resolute like never before.

She embraced the idea of mutual destruction, banishing all fear. If she wanted to survive, she had to plunge forward, wagering everything she had.

Closer—closer still!

Fang Xiaocao could already smell the rancid stench wafting from the Suture Monster.

It was the scent of decayed corpses, of infected, festering wounds.

Fang Xiaocao wondered if some part of the Suture Monster’s patched-together body had already undergone necrosis.

The Suture Monster was now less than three meters away from Fang Xiaocao. With his towering stature, just one stride would bring him right in front of her, where his hand, larger than a fan, could crush her skull.

Witnessing this, Tom gritted his teeth and forced himself upright on the roof of the car.

Fang Xiaocao had previously helped him reset his dislocated shoulders, or else he wouldn’t have even managed to get this far without rolling off the roof.

Tom stood shakily, his body swaying like he was on the verge of collapse.

He took a deep breath and threw himself from the car roof toward the Suture Monster, desperately hoping to buy Fang Xiaocao a chance to escape. But just as he got close to the monster, he was mercilessly swatted aside by its thick, muscular arm.

With a loud "bam," he slammed into the ground.

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his lips.

Tom struggled to move but wasn’t able to get back on his feet due to the severity of his injuries.

At the same time Tom dived for the Suture Monster, Mantis also rose, clutching the car for support, his eyes fixed intently on the monster’s back.

Seeing Tom flung away, Mantis didn’t hesitate for a second before launching himself at the Suture Monster.

He grabbed onto the monster’s leg tightly. "Princess Your Highness, run!"

Mantis clung desperately to the monster’s leg, shouting hoarsely to Fang Xiaocao.

With every word he uttered, streams of blood trickled down the corners of his mouth.

Seeing this, Fang Xiaocao shook her head. "Mantis, let go! You’ll die!"

Mantis met her gaze with utter resolve, his expression set in grim determination. He showed no intention of letting go.

"Run..."

Mantis remained stubbornly intent on urging Fang Xiaocao to flee.

But how could Mantis have known that due to the exertion of her spiritual power and hypnosis, Fang Xiaocao was already immobilized? Either the technique fails and she is killed by the Suture Monster, or it succeeds and she kills the monster. There was no third option.

As the threat from Fang Xiaocao grew increasingly apparent, the Suture Monster lost all patience.

With a violent kick, he sent Mantis flying.

Ah—

Mantis let out a wrenching scream as he was hurled away.

A shower of warm blood followed the arc of his trajectory, splattering onto the ground.

Mantis crashed to the floor, motionless.

Fang Xiaocao couldn’t even tell whether Mantis’s chest was still rising and falling.

The Suture Monster bent down and yanked off the finger cover embedded in his ankle’s flesh.

He glanced at it briefly, then discarded it like garbage.

Turning his grotesque face toward Fang Xiaocao, his expression twisted into a malevolent grin.

At this distance, only one step was needed.

With that step, he could crush the little ant that had dared to threaten him, erasing her once and for all.

The Suture Monster extended his hand, reaching for Fang Xiaocao.

A flash of despair flickered in Fang Xiaocao’s eyes.

So close—yet in the end, just a little too late.

Just one more moment, just thirty seconds.

She could kill this monstrous foe.

She could avenge Tom. She could avenge Mantis.

She could avenge the still-unknown fate of Unhappy.

Fang Xiaocao burned with frustration, consumed by self-loathing for her inadequacy.

Yet despair gripped her, leaving her powerless to act.

Helplessly, she watched the monster’s massive hand close in on her head—watched as her own body moved one step closer to death, unable even to resist.