Dream Monroe's rage was off the charts. If this were a fighting game, her ultimate meter would be maxed out and ready to explode.
She couldn't run, couldn't hide, and had no tricks left!—Well, not exactly no tricks, she just wasn't good at fighting, and her usual magic attacks barely made a dent. But you really think I don’t have any aces up my sleeve? Watch me blow you away!
Dream Monroe spun midair, her aura surging wildly. Her eyes flashed like lightning as she reached behind her and drew a Starlight Arrow.
—That jerk, she actually locked onto me! (Note: The original Chinese uses ‘那混蛋’—literally ‘that bastard’ or ‘that jerk’—as a humorous, slightly affectionate insult.)
Dream Monroe was about to lose her mind, feeling like all her sincerity had just been fed to the dogs. (In Chinese, ‘喂了狗’ is a playful idiom meaning ‘wasted’ or ‘unappreciated.’) Total heartbreak vibes.
This arrow, packed with runes and intent, was no joke—just let go, and it would hit no matter what! No matter how tough the opponent, if you got tagged by this, even if it didn’t finish you off, you’d be seriously messed up!
Her aura surged like a tidal wave, sweeping straight toward her foe. Jill Young’s long hair whipped wildly, and even the smirk on her lips faded a bit as she got serious.
But just then, Jill Young came flying in. She stepped into the air, stomping out a Void Ring with a loud bang, sprinting toward Dream Monroe. By the time Dream Monroe realized, it was too late—even though she dodged with all her might, how could she escape Jill Young’s rapid-fire flying kicks at such close range? Bang bang bang—Jill Young stomped out several Void Rings in midair, zigzagging closer, and with a triumphant laugh, she swept Dream Monroe up in a huge hug.
But as she pulled the bowstring back hard, her fingers didn’t let go—the arrow stayed put.
She pulled again, but her fingers still wouldn’t release—the arrow still didn’t fly.
"It's all a misunderstanding, Imperial Army! Total misunderstanding!" Jill Young reached out and patted Dream Monroe’s cheek. "I didn’t fire at you—I just wanted to make you look good, that’s all."
"What?" Dream Monroe couldn’t even dodge the face-patting anymore—she was totally baffled by Jill Young’s logic, feeling a deep sense of absurdity. This person was just impossible to communicate with: "What are you even saying? Do you know what you’re saying?"
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"You think my jet was firing bullets and explosives? Come on, I’d never actually hurt you! Domestic violence? I hate that stuff." Jill Young gently patted Dream Monroe’s cheek, then tilted her chin toward the front: "Look over there."
Thinking of this, Dream Monroe felt a bit of sweetness—and a bit of guilt. No matter what, Severing Earthly Ties isn’t something you can do just by fighting. (Severing Earthly Ties: a mystical ritual for cutting off emotional bonds, common in Chinese fantasy stories.) The more you fight, the deeper the mess. Better to talk things through calmly and sort out the past.
Dream Monroe set down her longbow, suddenly feeling a sense of peace—like a monk putting down his blade and finding enlightenment.
"Seriously? You faked the whole thing!" Realizing Jill Young hadn’t actually gone all out, Dream Monroe felt a bit better, but she was still mad. She slapped Jill Young’s hand away, grumbling: "After all that drama, it was just pretend? You’re impossible! And what’s with this ‘make you look good’ thing—what do you actually mean by that?"
Uh, wait a minute—didn’t I just mention that missile? Why did it suddenly drop off the wing?
——Whoosh...——
Hey, hey, hang on—why did the missile ignite, and why is it headed straight for me?!
"When I say I’ll do something, I do it," Jill Young stood atop the jet, her quirky smile returning as Dream Monroe lowered her longbow. She made a finger-gun and pointed at the angel, snapping her thumb down like pulling a trigger: "If I say I’ll make you look good, you’re gonna look good."
Whoosh—the missile’s tail spat fire, tracing an arc straight at the Winged Goddess. Dream Monroe dodged desperately, barely scraping past the missile, close enough to smell the rocket fuel. Boom—the missile exploded behind her, deafeningly loud.
She looked up—another missile was coming straight for her. Dream Monroe dodged again, totally frazzled, the missile churning up the clouds and messing with her flight path so she stumbled and tumbled through the air.
"When I say ‘make you look good,’ I mean it. I know you love fireworks, so I spent ages preparing daytime fireworks just for you." Jill Young whispered in Dream Monroe’s ear: "Do you like it?"
Dream Monroe was about to lose her mind, feeling like all her sincerity had just been tossed out the window. Total heartbreak vibes.
Missile after missile fired from the Shadow Dragon Jet. The gun ports creaked open, and a special autocannon slid out, firing nonstop at her. With the rat-a-tat of gunfire, Dream Monroe felt like a WWII bomber flying over Berlin, caught in a rainstorm of flak. Explosions everywhere, the turbulence tossing her around like crazy.
"Subjectively, I haven’t seen you in almost two years. I guess it’s about the same for you. Now, after all this time apart—" Jill Young tightened her hug, her voice surprisingly gentle: "Are you happy?"
"I..." Dream Monroe’s heart skipped a beat. She wanted to say something, but suddenly broke free from Jill Young’s arms, tossed the Spectral Sunglasses back, and shouted, "You’re playing tricks again! Enough with the nonsense—I came here to break up!"
In the thick clouds, Jill Young scooped Dream Monroe up princess-style, grinning down at her: "See? Right where I wanted you."
Dream Monroe’s face was blazing red with anger. She struggled, glaring fiercely at Jill Young, wishing she could bite her: "You—you actually fired at me?! How could you be so heartless, so ruthless!"
"Ha, ha, ha—no matter how you argue, I know you said ‘no’ but your body said ‘yes.’" Jill Young grinned wickedly. "I never thought you’d be so tsundere."
"What?" Dream Monroe couldn’t even dodge the face-patting anymore—she was totally baffled by Yang Qi’s logic, feeling a deep sense of absurdity. This person was just impossible to communicate with: "What are you even saying? Do you know what you’re saying?"
"Break up? Yeah, right." Jill Young landed on the island’s beach, looking as smug as a weasel who’d just stolen a chicken: "I already checked—your heartbeat totally gave you away."
Came blazing in for a breakup, but got pinned down right away? Jill Young was feeling on top of the world, determined to seal the deal. But just then, her emergency communicator started blaring.
Jill Young’s face changed—unless it was a real emergency, that thing never went off. She quickly hit the answer button: "Hello, it’s me—what’s happened?"
And those distant missiles, even though they lit up the sky with fire, didn’t seem to pack any real punch. Even the flying shrapnel looked specially treated—burning up in seconds.
Came blazing in for a breakup, but got pinned down right away? Jill Young was feeling on top of the world, determined to seal the deal. But just then, her emergency communicator started blaring.
She’d been annoyed by that ‘make you look good’ line all day—just hearing it ticked her off.
"Silly girl, you’re usually smart—how come you’re so clueless now? Didn’t you ever think to adjust your eyes’ spectrum? Whatever, good thing I came prepared." Jill Young, still holding the beauty in her arms, took off her sunglasses and put them on Dream Monroe’s nose. She tapped Dream Monroe’s nose, then pointed ahead: "Now look again."
Dream Monroe turned to look again—and was instantly stunned.
With the Spectral Sunglasses covering her eyes, Dream Monroe’s whole world turned dark, like stepping into a night where you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. But in that darkness, stars bloomed like fireworks.
Whoosh—a missile zipped past, but to Dream Monroe, it looked like a shooting star. Bang—light exploded as the missile burst, scattering thousands of brilliant rays in every direction. Rat-a-tat, the autocannon fired special rounds, creating a dazzling river of stars in the darkness. The starlight sparkled, crystal-clear, truly gorgeous—like something out of a fairy tale.
Jill Young held Dream Monroe close, gliding through the clouds with her supreme lightness skill. Before long, Dream Monroe relaxed—she stopped resisting, stopped arguing, and just let herself go, nestled in Jill's arms.
"When I say ‘make you look good,’ I mean it. I know you love fireworks, so I spent ages preparing daytime fireworks just for you." Yang Qi whispered in Dream Monroe’s ear: "Do you like it?"
"When I say ‘make you look good,’ I mean it. I know you love fireworks, so I spent ages preparing daytime fireworks just for you." Jill Young whispered in Dream Monroe’s ear: "Do you like it?"
The two glided out of the clouds, drifting down toward a small island below.
"Subjectively, I haven’t seen you in almost two years. I guess it’s about the same for you. Now, after all this time apart—" Yang Qi tightened her hug, her voice surprisingly gentle: "Are you happy?"
"I..." Dream Monroe’s heart skipped a beat. She wanted to say something, but suddenly broke free from Yang Qi’s arms, tossed the Spectral Sunglasses back, and shouted, "You’re playing tricks again! Enough with the nonsense—I came here to break up!"
"Subjectively, I haven’t seen you in almost two years. I guess it’s about the same for you. Now, after all this time apart—" Jill Young tightened her hug, her voice surprisingly gentle: "Are you happy?"
"No, no, that’s not it!" Dream Monroe landed on the beach too, flustered and desperate, shaking her head like a rattle drum, refusing to admit it: "That wasn’t me, it was Qi Meng—it’s her fault!"
"Ha, ha, ha—no matter how you argue, I know you said ‘no’ but your body said ‘yes.’" Yang Qi grinned wickedly. "I never thought you’d be so tsundere."
"Ahhh, no, no, that wasn’t me, it wasn’t me!" Qi Meng was about to clutch her head and howl. She stumbled backwards, turning to leave: "No way, I can’t see you anymore—I have to go!"
"Break up? Yeah, right." Jill Young landed on the island’s beach, looking as smug as a weasel who’d just stolen a chicken: "I already checked—your heartbeat totally gave you away."
Came blazing in for a breakup, but got pinned down right away? Yang Qi was feeling on top of the world, determined to seal the deal. But just then, her emergency communicator started blaring.
Yang Qi’s face changed—unless it was a real emergency, that thing never went off. She quickly hit the answer button: "Hello, it’s me—what’s happened?"
"Your Majesty! Something’s wrong, Your Majesty!" Bobby Brooks’ panicked voice came through the communicator: "The boss—he suddenly collapsed!"
Came blazing in for a breakup, but got pinned down right away? Jill Young was feeling on top of the world, determined to seal the deal. But just then, her emergency communicator started blaring.