novelraw Chapter 7 : A Song of Wind and Fire
Chapter 7 : A Song of Wind and Fire
Chapter 7: A Song of Wind and Fire
That shocking, world-stirring livestream brought Sun Na an enormous fortune she had never imagined before.
In just one night, her bank account had gained a seven-figure balance.
So, far from the city center, she rented an abandoned textile factory as her new base.
The location was remote, the space vast, and it was isolated from the public—perfect in every way.
Then, she spent a hefty sum to purchase over a dozen pinhole cameras and surveillance devices, installing them at key intersections around her building.
Sun Na knew very well that, in the eyes of “certain people,” she was now a figure at the center of attention. Someone was bound to keep an eye on her—and through them, she could ferret out those hidden enemies.
Sitting in the vast, empty workshop of the factory, she stared at the monitors before her, feeling the gentle yet violent power of flame surging at her fingertips, a look of fascination spreading across her face.
“This is only the beginning…”
“Soon, I’ll win this game—and become the true queen!”
……
As an experienced courier, Zhang Jie knew every street and alley in Jiang City like the back of his hand. Especially the old district in the east—almost every building’s residents were stored in the database of his mind.
“Sun Na… Fire Phoenix Nana…”
Recalling the vague customer information in the delivery system, and combining it with the glimpses of street scenery occasionally revealed in Sun Na’s livestream, Zhang Jie quickly narrowed down his target to three adjacent old residential buildings.
Finally, from outside the fifth-floor window of one of those buildings, he spotted that familiar streamer’s fill light and backdrop.
Found her!
A thrill shot through Zhang Jie’s heart, but he didn’t act rashly.
Like a patient hunter, he observed quietly.
What he didn’t know was that his every move had already been clearly displayed on a tablet screen, dozens of kilometers away in the abandoned factory, through one of those pinhole cameras.
……
“So, a rat has come after all.”
Seated before her surveillance computer in the suburban factory, Sun Na watched the courier-dressed Zhang Jie loitering near her rented apartment, a cold smile curling on her lips.
Once or twice could be coincidence. But three days in a row—each time at different hours, and always stealing glances toward her window—this was far from normal.
“Interesting.”
This man was agile and highly observant, always managing to avoid the public cameras on main streets.
If not for her own hidden cameras, she never would have discovered his presence.
An ordinary person wouldn’t have such counter-surveillance instincts.
He had to be a “player” too!
Was he a probing teammate—
—or a hunting enemy?
Sun Na licked her lips, excitement and danger flickering in her eyes.
She hated waiting passively. Since the prey had appeared, she would be the one to start the hunt!
……
Late that night, Zhang Jie once again arrived at the familiar old neighborhood.
Over the past few days, he had used his courier job as cover to repeatedly confirm Sun Na’s address and the surrounding environment.
He had discovered that Sun Na hadn’t returned home for several days.
So, tonight, he decided to sneak into her room to see if he could find any clues about the “Game of Gods.”
Lowering his cap brim, Zhang Jie deftly avoided several likely surveillance spots and slipped into the pitch-black stairwell of the residential building.
Just as he was about to step onto the stairs to the third floor, a strong sense of danger suddenly surged up from his gut!
Years of athletic training had honed his instincts—he instantly abandoned the idea of going upstairs. His body jerked backward, feet kicking off the ground, and he shot out of the stairwell like a blur!
Almost simultaneously, a scorching line of fire hissed like a serpent’s tongue from around the third-floor corner, narrowly grazing where he had just been, scorching the concrete wall black!
“Quick reflexes, little mouse.”
A mocking female voice drifted down from above.
Dressed in tight black leather, Sun Na slowly descended the stairs, a flickering orange-red flame dancing wickedly at her fingertips.
He’d been discovered!
Zhang Jie’s heart tightened, but he didn’t panic. Instead, he sneered. “Right back at you. I thought you’d be too scared to come home, little mouse.”
“Still got a sharp tongue.”
Sun Na’s eyes turned cold. Without another word, she raised her hand—a blazing whip of fire lashed out toward Zhang Jie, the air itself warping under the heat.
With a light tap of his toe, Zhang Jie’s body floated back like a weightless feather, easily evading the fiery strike.
“That all you got?”
Zhang Jie taunted, trying to anger her and look for an opening.
“Then try this!”
Sun Na let out a cold snort and thrust both hands forward. Dozens of fist-sized fireballs instantly condensed before her, streaking toward Zhang Jie like a dense meteor shower!
Faced with the all-encompassing attack, Zhang Jie’s eyes grew serious.
He took a deep breath and stomped hard on the ground, launching himself skyward like a cannonball, weaving at high speed through the gaps between the fireballs.
Wind gathered around him, forming invisible shields that deflected the blazing spheres as they passed.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The fireballs struck the ground and walls in a series of deafening explosions. Debris and sparks flew everywhere, leaving the entire street in ruins.
“Impressive speed.”
Watching Zhang Jie land unharmed atop a streetlight amid the chaos, a flicker of surprise crossed Sun Na’s eyes.
She hadn’t expected this seemingly sneaky man to be a speed-type ability user.
“Your fire’s not bad either.”
Standing on the streetlight, Zhang Jie looked down at her, a hint of pride in his tone.
Neither of them moved again. Instead, they observed one another cautiously, each evaluating the other’s strength.
They both sensed it—the aura of the extraordinary, the power that set them apart from ordinary humans.
“Who are you? Why were you watching me?” Sun Na demanded first.
“I just wanted to chat about the ‘Game of Gods.’”
Zhang Jie shrugged. “You were so flashy on your stream—I figured you were the sharing type.”
“Game of Gods…”
Sun Na’s eyes flickered slightly.
He had said the game’s name outright—his identity was genuine.
But it was still unclear whether he was friend or foe.
“So, are you ‘Radiance’ or ‘Shadow’?” Sun Na asked cautiously.
That question was the ultimate test between players.
If both belonged to the 【Shadow】 faction, they would sense it upon close contact—no need for words.
Yet now, there was no such reaction between them.
That meant they couldn’t both be 【Shadow】.
Which left two possibilities:
One, they were both 【Radiance】.
Two, one was 【Radiance】 and the other 【Shadow】.
Zhang Jie stayed silent.
Seeing his silence, Sun Na already had her answer.
He, like her, dared not expose his faction.
Which likely meant—they were both 【Radiance】.
Because a true 【Shadow】 player would have already sensed her as an enemy and struck to kill.
They wouldn’t waste time standing here, talking in circles.
“Looks like our chat’s over.”
Sun Na gave a cold laugh, deciding to test him once more.
She pressed her palms together, a basketball-sized fireball of compressed heat forming rapidly in her hands.
“If you won’t talk, I’ll beat it out of you!”
But just as she was about to hurl the fireball—hot enough to melt a car—a drunken voice suddenly rang out from the alley entrance.
“Wha… what the hell… are you guys… filming a movie?”
Both froze and snapped their heads toward the sound.
A tipsy office worker in a suit, tie askew, stood a few meters away, face flushed, phone raised—its flash still on.
He seemed to have wandered off-course while drunk, stumbling right into this godly battle.
His alcohol-numbed brain made him assume this was some kind of special-effects shoot, and he eagerly began recording.
They’d been seen by a normal person!
Sun Na and Zhang Jie’s faces changed simultaneously.
They reacted almost at the same moment.
“Retreat!”
Zhang Jie barked, his figure vanishing from the streetlight.
Sun Na didn’t hesitate either—she extinguished the fireball and slipped into the darkness nearby.
The drunk office worker stood frozen in place, staring at the short clip on his phone—a clip barely ten seconds long, yet enough to shatter his decades-long materialist worldview.
In the video, a woman floated with dozens of fireballs orbiting her, while a man stood atop a streetlight ten meters high.
“H-holy… crap… these effects… look so real…”
He hiccuped, then, hands trembling, posted the video online with a title.
……
An hour later, in the abandoned factory on the outskirts.
Sun Na and Zhang Jie stood about five meters apart, watching each other warily.
Sun Na crossed her arms and broke the silence first. “Now we can talk. My patience is limited.”
“Talk about what? How we’re probably two of the eight unlucky ones?” Zhang Jie said wryly.
“The eight unlucky ones”—of course—meant the players of the 【Radiance】 faction.
Sun Na didn’t refute it, which meant she agreed.
“My name’s Sun Na, 【Arsonist】.” She chose to reveal her identity first, as a gesture of “sincerity.”
“Zhang Jie, 【Windrunner】.” Zhang Jie reported his as well.
Silence fell again.
In this brutal game of werewolf, two “villagers” who had never met had finally crossed paths.
“Work together?” Zhang Jie asked bluntly.
“Work together?”
Sun Na scoffed. “Why should I trust you? How do I know you’re not 【Shadow】 pretending to be on my side?”
“And why should I trust you?” Zhang Jie shot back.
“Simple.”
A glint flashed in Sun Na’s eyes. “Because right now, we’ve got a common problem, don’t we?”
She pulled out her phone, showing him the video now spreading like wildfire across the internet.
The title read: 【Midnight Terror! Flame Woman and Flying Hero Spotted on Jiang City Streets! Real Photos, No Photoshop!】
Below it, the comments and shares were skyrocketing at a terrifying pace.