I Received Messages From Future Self!
Chapter 555 - 551 Zuo Ci: Great, Great Grandmother?

Chapter 555: Chapter 551 Zuo Ci: Great, Great Grandmother?

Tom looked at Zuo Ci, whose expression was maniacal, with the gaze one reserves for a madman. He wanted to get up, but his battered and broken body declared a strike.

No matter how much effort Tom made, he simply couldn’t rise again, let alone stop Zuo Ci from continuing his steps toward Fang Xiaocao.

Over by the car, Mantis was also struggling.

She tried to get up, but her body likewise signaled that she needed rest.

Despite her full exertion of strength, she couldn’t stand, and could only watch helplessly as Zuo Ci moved step by step to stand before Fang Xiaocao.

"Fang Xiaocao..."

"Oh, no, wait."

"It’s Grandma Xiaocao!"

When speaking the words "Grandma," Zuo Ci’s grotesque face revealed a playful expression.

Zuo Ci crouched in front of Fang Xiaocao and muttered softly, "Thank you for teaching me, someone born naturally fierce, how to master hypnotism. And for proposing the idea of integrating hypnotism with technology, opening up an entire new world for me."

"You must be so happy with my accomplishments now. But why is it that after creating me, you decided to personally destroy me just because I made some minor mistakes?"

"All I did was use some worthless peasants for human experiments."

"Compared to great scientific achievements, sacrificing a few worthless lives is hardly worth mentioning, isn’t it?"

Zuo Ci’s voice grew louder and louder, until the last sentence was nearly roared out, breaking the silence.

As the echoes faded, a derisive glint flickered in Zuo Ci’s eyes, laced with cold intent and a thirst for blood.

"But fortunately, I returned from the future to the past. After numerous attempts, I successfully evaded your repeated assassination attempts and used Super Masters as bait to set up today’s trap."

"Once I kill you, the future on this timeline will have no you. I can then nurture my future-self into growing the way I desire, slowly erasing versions of you in other timelines until I become the sole person capable of altering timelines past and present."

"No, no, no... By then, I will be the one true god of mankind, able to change human destiny at will, rewriting all history in the direction I hope to see."

Buoyed by victory, Zuo Ci cast aside all reservations.

He brazenly revealed his ambitions.

And in front of the unconscious Fang Xiaocao, spilled the secrets long buried deep within his heart.

"Oh?"

"Is that so?"

Suddenly, a crisp, cold voice intruded upon Zuo Ci’s ears out of nowhere.

Zuo Ci froze, his maniacal expression instantly morphing into one of shock.

He lowered his gaze to look at Fang Xiaocao lying on the ground.

To his astonishment, the once-closed eyes of Fang Xiaocao were now wide open, staring straight at him with a smile—one all too familiar to Zuo Ci.

This was the exact smile his eternally youthful Grandma wore every time he made a mistake when he was a child.

Every time he saw that smile, his bottom would end up blooming into a mess of redness and swelling, leaving him in unrelenting agony.

It was practically one of the only two nightmares of his childhood.

"Y-you, you..."

"How are you awake?"

Zuo Ci stammered, staring at Fang Xiaocao in panic.

Immediately, he shook his head: "No, you’re not the current Fang Xiaocao, you must be..."

"You’re Grandma!"

Zuo Ci staggered backward repeatedly, looking at Fang Xiaocao with an expression like he had seen a ghost.

Fang Xiaocao beamed lightly. "Dear great-grandchild, Grandma loves you so much."

Before the words were finished, Fang Xiaocao sprang up from the ground with an agile kip-up.

"Dear great-grandchild, Grandma loves you so much, do you really think I wouldn’t keep an eye on you all the time?"

"How do you know this wasn’t all planned out by Grandma today as part of my script for you?"

"Grandma came back from a sea of abs made up of countless handsome hunks to carefully attend to you. Do you dare make a move?"

Fang Xiaocao clasped her hands behind her back, sizing up Zuo Ci, shaking her head while sighing, punctuating each assessment with clicks of her tongue.

"Grandchild, how did you turn out so twisted?"

"When you were little, with that tiger-headed, chubby-cheeked look, you were so lovable. But now you’re uglier than your great-grandpa."

Fang Xiaocao criticized Zuo Ci from head to toe.

Zuo Ci, on the other hand, shrank back step by step, his expression becoming more and more warped, looking at Fang Xiaocao in abject terror.

"How could you possibly return?"

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

"This body clearly belongs to Fang Xiaocao!"

Zuo Ci cried out repeatedly.

His face was filled with disbelief.

As if he had just seen an alien, his shock overflowed.

"Dear grandchild, if you can come back."

"Why can’t Grandma return?"

"Seeing Grandma, are you happy?"

Fang Xiaocao spoke cheerfully.

Despite her youthful appearance, her words carried an elder’s playful tone.

Like a centenarian playing tricks on her descendants—mischievous and humorous.

But Zuo Ci felt nothing but dread at the sight of Grandma before him. Encountering one’s grandma—

If it were in a dream, there might be a shred of warmth.

But in reality...

Nine out of ten people would feel fright.

Because under ordinary circumstances, nine out of ten people never get to meet their grandma.

And among those who do, nine out of ten only get to meet her as a child...

To say "I saw my grandma" isn’t some touching family tale—it’s the stuff of a scary suspense movie.

"Sigh, Grandma doesn’t have much time."

"So I won’t waste words with you, dear grandchild."

"Grandma will wake up your great-grandpa—or should I say great great-grandpa—and have him beat the life out of you, you little scoundrel."

Fang Xiaocao clasped her hands behind her back and strolled toward the car trunk.

Passing by the blood-soaked Tom, Fang Xiaocao stopped, crouched beside him, reached out to pinch his cheek and touch his chiseled abs, and shook her head with a sigh: "Tsk tsk tsk, still so tender at this stage. The skin practically oozes water when you pinch it—like a freshly peeled duck egg. Not like the older version of you from my time. Handsome, yes, but also old."

Tom stared wide-eyed at the rogue woman before him, his expression utterly baffled. His instincts told him that this was his Princess, but when had his Princess become such a rogue?

Seeing Tom’s reaction, Fang Xiaocao smirked mischievously, touched his abs again, then stood up to walk toward the car trunk where the Taotie was stored.

Meanwhile, behind her, Zuo Ci’s gaze grew venomous, his eyes locked on her as his fists clenched tightly and his expression flickered dangerously. His pupils turned blood-red.

The shade exactly matched that of the rampaging Taotie—it was undeniable that Taotie’s genes were indeed extraordinarily powerful.

Even with a clone body derived from Taotie’s genetic material, Zuo Ci had inherited many of Taotie’s unique properties.

And then—

In the next moment, Zuo Ci struck.

With a single lunge, he charged toward Fang Xiaocao.

The speed of the Super Master left lingering afterimages behind.

His hands took the form of the Praying Mantis Fist and struck with the secret elbow toward Fang Xiaocao’s head.

However—

Fang Xiaocao’s reflexes seemed almost preternatural.

At the very instant Zuo Ci’s attack drew close, she shifted her stance, evading the assault, and in turn delivered a secret elbow of Praying Mantis Fist to Zuo Ci’s ribs, promptly followed by a Sterilization Leg strike. Zuo Ci groaned in pain and stumbled back repeatedly.

"This body still has its limitations."

"If I had the full body of Taotie, I could clean you up myself, you little scoundrel. I wouldn’t have to bother waking up that clumsy Taotie..."