Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In the empty shed, there was only a small wooden table and an incense burner with a faint fragrance.
That scent was elegant and fragrant. As it entered her nose, it dispersed her fatigue.
Shen Yanxiao narrowed her eyes as she looked at the strange decorations.
The sound of water dripping echoed in her ears.
The scene before her eyes instantly became blurry.
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At night, there was no sound. Shen Yanxiao stood on the empty street and looked at the high-rise buildings on both sides of the road. The winter breeze was like sharp blades that mercilessly shaved away every ounce of temperature in her body.
Her skinny little body was tightly wrapped in her thin clothes, and her face turned pale from the cold wind.
Hunger spread throughout her body. She had no idea how long it had been since she ate.
The city that was shrouded in darkness was deathly silent.
She stood there alone and looked at the empty street.
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“Little kid, you’re quite capable. If you don’t want to starve to death, I’ll give you a chance.”
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“Whether you live or die depends on your luck.”
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“Your mission is going pretty well, but you wasted ten minutes. Fight.”
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The scene in front of her was similar to a street lamp in her soul. Pages of scenes flashed past, and every scene made Shen Yanxiao shiver.
This was her previous life, a wanderer that was about to starve to death. Until she was brought back by the organization, she thought that she finally saw the hope of living, but she realized that this was only the beginning of a nightmare.
Stealing, killing, death…
She struggled to survive in hell, and as she looked at her comrades dying one by one, her body soaked in warm blood. She coldly looked at the target lying at her feet.
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“You are a thief. You must learn how to steal people’s lives.”
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When her hands were stained with blood, she learned to steal everything.
Money, jewels… human lives.
She was no longer the number one thief god in the organization. She had become a sharp sword that stole lives.
However, she was willing to admit that she was a thief…
Shen Yanxiao came back to her senses with a gasp.
She was still in the small shack and there was only a wooden table and the incense burner that released wisps of smoke.
“Damn it, it’s actually this kind of test. How boring.” Shen Yanxiao took a deep breath and no longer looked at the incense burner. She turned around and walked out of the tent.
The test of one’s temperament used a strange fragrance to evoke the most unbearable memories in their souls. Would they collapse or face it calmly? That was the result of the test.
Shen Yanxiao walked out of the shed. The sun was shining brightly and a gentle breeze blew across her face. In front of her, she could not see the high-rise buildings built with reinforced concrete. There was only a stretch of greenery.
Shen Yanxiao smiled.
The elves were smart. Many of the additional tests that the Silvermoon Guards had added were aimed at pollution. Only with a firm heart could they resist the negative emotions from pollution to the greatest extent.
However, all of this was meaningless to Shen Yanxiao.
She had already experienced hell. What was there in this world that she could not face?
Looking at the elf standing outside the shed, Shen Yanxiao asked as usual, “Have I passed?”
The elf looked at Shen Yanxiao in surprise. He knew what the nature test was. All the elves who went through the test had ugly expressions when they left.
However, Shen Yanxiao’s expression was extremely calm.
“You’ve passed.”
