novelraw Chapter 35 : The Queen’s Funeral
Chapter 35 : The Queen’s Funeral
Chapter 35: The Queen’s Funeral
【Radiance】faction—only one person remained.
“We won.”
Chen Xiang took a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the blood from his hands, smiling as he spoke.
“There’s still one last rat.”
Lin Lan corrected him coolly, her gaze directed toward a certain part of the city.
Chen Xiang nodded. “Then, my Queen, shall we go and put a perfect end to this game?”
“Of course.”
“Chen Xiang, get ready. We’re leaving.”
“Um… Miss Lin,”
The smile on Chen Xiang’s face stiffened slightly before turning into one of humility and discomfort. “You know my abilities—they’re not suited for direct combat.”
“The ‘Guard’ state just now has ended as well. If we go now… and the opponent’s Transcendent ability is combat-oriented, I’m afraid I’ll only hold you back.”
Cowardly and calculating, Chen Xiang would never place himself in danger after losing the protection of “Invincibility.”
Lin Lan cast him a cold glance, the disdain in her eyes undisguised.
But she said nothing more.
She was confident in her own Transcendent power—alone, she feared no one.
To her, she alone was enough.
“Very well.”
Lin Lan said faintly, “Then stay back and enjoy my performance.”
……
Western outskirts of Jiang City, Jing’an Funeral Home.
The night was as dark as ink, draped in a fine, misty rain.
The cold raindrops washed over the city’s sins and scars, rendering the building—ever companion to death—even more silent and grim.
Lin Lan held a black umbrella, stepping up the stairs to the main hall with the grace of a queen.
The main door of the funeral home was slightly ajar, as if waiting for her arrival.
Lin Lan folded her umbrella, pushed open the door, and stepped calmly into the hall.
The lights were off. Only the pallid glow of the streetlamp outside filtered through the window, casting mottled shadows across the polished floor.
In the air lingered a peculiar scent—a mix of formalin and incense.
The entire hall was steeped in deathly silence.
Lin Lan’s gaze quickly locked onto the center of the room.
There stood an empty coffin of fine golden nanmu wood.
Beside it was a girl dressed in a plain black dress. Her face was delicate and pale, and she stood quietly at the coffin’s side.
When she saw Lin Lan enter, her face showed neither surprise nor fear—only calm, as if she were not looking at an enemy come to take her life, but at an old friend she had not seen in years.
“You finally came.”
Su Wan spoke softly, her voice as tranquil as the rain outside.
“Hiding here—did you pick a coffin for yourself in advance?”
“I must say, your taste isn’t bad. This nanmu coffin suits your status as the last player of the 【Radiance】 faction.”
Lin Lan sneered, stepping closer. She disliked that calm look in Su Wan’s eyes.
“Preparing a coffin ahead of time is the basic quality of a mortician.”
A faint smile curved Su Wan’s lips. “However, this coffin isn’t for me.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
Su Wan nodded, looking straight at her. “It’s for you.”
“For me?”
Lin Lan couldn’t help laughing. “Looks like fear has muddled your mind.”
“You think you can handle me alone?”
“Then come on—show me your strength!”
Lin Lan’s patience snapped. She had no desire to waste more words with this cryptic girl.
As her voice fell, the shadows at her feet stirred like living creatures, spreading madly outward!
In an instant, the darkness transformed into dozens of black, writhing tendrils that lashed through the air, sealing off all of Su Wan’s escape routes.
“Before you came, I was thinking about one question.”
Yet Su Wan’s face showed no fear—still calm, her eyes steady on Lin Lan.
“Why do people live?”
Lin Lan frowned slightly, not understanding why she was asking such meaningless things.
“For power? Wealth? Or a longer life?”
Su Wan spoke to herself, her voice airy and distant, as if conversing with souls from another world.
“Later, I understood.”
“People live to protect.”
“To protect what they cherish. To protect the order they believe in.”
“And death… is the final test of that protection.”
“Enough!”
“Sharp-tongued girl.”
“I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth.”
A spike forged from pure, condensed shadow—sharp as a serpent’s fang—aimed straight at Su Wan’s heart.
“Have you finished your last words?”
“If you don’t move, this will end.” Lin Lan had reached the end of her patience. She didn’t want to hear another word of this madwoman’s ramblings.
“Yes—it ends.”
Su Wan looked at her calmly, no fear on her face, only a smile of relief.
“Thank you…”
“For attending… your funeral.”
Funeral?
A wave of dread surged through Lin Lan’s chest.
But it was already too late.
The shadow spike, driven by Lin Lan’s will, pierced straight through Su Wan’s chest.
Blood bloomed across Su Wan’s simple black dress.
Yet her smile only grew brighter—radiant.
As Lin Lan stared in shock and confusion, Su Wan slowly raised her hand—the one she had kept hidden behind her back.
In her palm lay a small red detonator.
With her last ounce of strength, she pressed it.
Lin Lan’s pupils constricted to pinpoints.
No warning. No time to react.
“Boom——！！！！！”
A colossal explosion tore through the funeral home, powerful enough to level the entire building!
From the moment the game began, Su Wan had been preparing for this very moment.
Using her identity as a mortician as cover, while both the authorities and 【Shadow】 faction focused elsewhere, she had funneled all her savings through secret channels to purchase hundreds of kilograms of industrial explosives.
She had placed them meticulously in the funeral home’s underground cold storage, the cremation furnace, the load-bearing walls—every vital structural point.
She had turned the funeral home where she’d grown up into the most magnificent tomb—for her enemy.
When Su Wan pressed the detonator, the entire building was devoured from within by a storm of flame and shockwaves!
The explosion roared like thousands of tons of dynamite igniting at once, echoing across half of Jiang City!
Fire and destruction erupted outward in an instant!
The whole building, amidst the thunderous blast, collapsed straight down like a giant stripped of its bones!
Steel screamed. Concrete shattered.
Everything was consumed by flame and fury.
The confident elegance on Lin Lan’s face froze into a look of indescribable shock and unwillingness.
She tried to wrap herself in shadow—to flee this place of death.
But it was too late.
Before such a carefully planned detonation, her proud Transcendent power meant little.
The shockwave that could tear steel apart, the heat that could melt all things—swallowed her whole in an instant.
In the final flicker of her fading consciousness, Lin Lan finally understood Su Wan’s words.
So the coffin really was for her.
And this funeral—was hers.