Chapter 61: So-called Fusion

She believed she could seize everything from them, and in fact, she did just that. But what did they do in response? Why were those golden songs, which appeared one after another later, suddenly released all at once and even casually handed out to others? What were they trying to achieve?

No matter how furious Lu Bing was, Mu Yin and the others soon released all the scripts they had, selling them off to whoever wanted them. For two years, Qin Chang did nothing else—every day, she sat before her computer, carefully reconstructing every script she could recall, and then finding someone to shoot or sell them. Giving away the scripts stored in her memory to others didn’t bother her; after all, they weren’t truly hers. Such reckless actions completely disrupted the plot, so even Lu Bing could no longer replicate it.

Mu Yin’s task was considered done—and to perfection, at that. In truth, she hadn’t even begun to do much, merely reconciled with Qin Chang, who, fortunately, was understanding enough to offer her unexpected help.

Having resolved matters here, Mu Yin prepared to investigate whether there were any pests lingering around Lu Bing. Yet after several attempts at tracking, she found no trace of those people and decided to leave it be, returning to her life in the entertainment industry. Compared to her earlier ambitious days, she now took a more relaxed approach.

She no longer cared about fame, choosing only projects that appealed to her, releasing an album now and then, always maintaining steady progress.

Later, Qin Chang and Wang Xixi both found love, and Mu Yin offered them sincere blessings, though she herself had no intention of seeking romance. Fortunately, her easygoing parents didn’t press her, content so long as she was happy.

Leaving this world, Mu Yin as usual spent some time cultivating beside the River of Time, but didn’t advance her level this time. With the enhancement of her powers, the energy required for improvement had increased tenfold.

For instance, moving from the first to the second level required the energy of a source stone the size of a basketball; the second level required ten such stones. Her rewards from the first two missions were only fist-sized source stones, the third was a bit larger, and now the fourth was no bigger than the third.

Based on her memory, Mu Yin went to visit her own world, testing whether she could enter it, but the answer was no. At present, it was still chaotic and she couldn’t access it—nor could she return to the timeline from which she’d departed.

In fact, this was precisely the period when the laws were in turmoil—a time of fusion. Some worlds fused quickly, as their plots didn’t conflict much with the original laws, perhaps merely adding a career or romance arc. Yet other worlds struggled, as their laws and plots were incompatible.

Besides her own world, there were several others she couldn’t enter, all caught in the process of fusion. In the end, she found a world she could access, and stepped inside.

She located the host, reversed time by three minutes to resurrect, then entered the body, ready to draw upon the original owner’s memories. Because it was a resurrection, she could receive their memories in that instant—but before she could do so, she sensed danger.

Instinctively, she rolled across the ground, narrowly avoiding a deadly blow. Yes, the moment she opened her eyes, she saw an axe. Damn it, was the original owner killed by hacking?

There was no time for hesitation—the attacker had already retrieved the axe from the ground. Mu Yin tried to get up, only to discover her leg seemed broken. Not severed, but certainly fractured; she couldn’t get up and only now felt the pain.

“You whore, did you think you could escape?” The towering man’s face twisted in a snarl, but he wasn’t in a hurry to strike, clearly relishing the cat-and-mouse thrill.

‘What do you want?’ Mu Yin tried to demand, but found her mouth gaping with no sound emerging. Whether by birth or fate, she was mute.

“What a pity. If only you could speak, I’d hear your pleas for mercy.” The man lamented, “But the game ends here.” With that, he raised his axe once more.

Faced with such imminent danger, Mu Yin did not disguise her abilities. Rapidly, she traced the character for ‘stop’ in the air, but the man only hesitated briefly before swinging the axe again. Mu Yin seized the moment to roll aside, then kicked at him with her uninjured leg.

Alas, she had little strength, only provoking the man further. He kicked her viciously, but Mu Yin grabbed his foot, channeling energy into his body.

The man screamed, collapsing to the ground. In moments, his skin ruptured and blood spilled everywhere. After all, not everyone could absorb the source energy—especially since she hadn’t tamed it herself, but had drawn a trace from her reservoir, kept for emergencies. She hadn’t expected to actually use it.

In her previous life, she’d been able to harness source energy to heal because she could command it, her mental strength guiding its flow through her meridians. But injecting it into the man was a different matter entirely.

Seeing him on the brink of death, she retrieved the energy, directing it within her own body, focusing on her injured leg. She still didn’t know the circumstances, but was certain this was the modern era—she couldn’t simply kill him and end up imprisoned herself.

She searched the man, found a device resembling a phone—likely a communication tool. After some manipulation, she confirmed it worked like a smartphone, even allowing her to access the internet. She quickly looked up the emergency number, knowing this wasn’t Blue Star, so the police number would be different.

Fortunately, law enforcement here were also called ‘police’; otherwise, it would be even more troublesome. Because her reception of the original owner’s memory was interrupted, she couldn’t access it, so she researched relevant information before calling for help.

“Hello, I’d like to report a crime. I’ve been kidnapped, nearly beheaded, please come save me. My leg’s broken, and when the attacker tried to kill me, he suddenly collapsed. I’m terrified and don’t know when he’ll wake up. Can you help me?” Mu Yin deliberately spoke in a panicked, trembling, tearful tone, her words rapid and quavering.

Her years in the entertainment industry had not been wasted; she excelled at lines, and her voice acting was impeccable.

“Can you tell me where you are right now?” The officer on the other end, realizing this wasn’t a prank, quickly asked.