Tomb robbing: I was Buried alive in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, I Get Stronger by Looting Corpses - Chapter 39
Chapter 39: Breaking Through the Death Guard’s Mental Defences (Trigger Warning: This Chapter Contains references to Sexual Violation)
Ding…
Ding…
The system’s notifications echoed ceaselessly through Yang Yi’s mind, but beyond the usual resources, no new surprises emerged. That said, he was already quite satisfied with the unexpected reward from the scroll—the woman within the painting had been a prize beyond expectation.
“Darling, you must be exhausted.”
“Eat something first, then have a proper rest.”
Meng Jiangnü approached just as Yang Yi finished burying the corpses. Her tone was gentle, almost coaxing, as she offered him a bowl of simple rations. During this entire period, she and Qinglian had remained quietly on standby. While Yang Yi slaughtered, looted, and laid the fallen to rest, they waited in silence. At least Meng Jiangnü could pass the time with cultivation. Qinglian, who had not yet begun formal training, had grown particularly bored. Eventually, she began learning medicine under Meng Jiangnü’s guidance, joining her in quiet practice.
“Alright.”
“But let me bathe first.” Yang Yi smiled faintly as he spoke. After every burial, he made it a habit to thoroughly cleanse himself—something ritualistic, almost sacred, about washing off the blood and grime of death. Moving to a space near the wooden bed, he summoned a tub full of water with a flicker of thought. With habitual ease, he stepped into the tub.
Qinglian followed without a word, kneeling beside him and scrubbing his back with familiar tenderness. The rhythm between the three of them had long since become seamless.
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“Master, will you be resting now?” After sharing a few bites of dry rations, Qinglian asked hesitantly. Despite now having two women to share his affections, she still worried. Yang Yi’s stamina was inhuman—his physical constitution nothing short of monstrous.
“No need.”
“But tonight, neither of you need to trouble yourselves.” Yang Yi’s tone dropped into something sharper, colder. A sly smirk touched his lips as he summoned the death guard from the system space.
So you think you’re tough? You think silence makes you invincible? He intended to loosen her tongue—and her defences—by any means necessary. Thanks to the timeless stasis of the system’s internal space, the woman was still unconscious when summoned. She lay quietly on the bed, her breathing shallow and steady.
Hiss— Realising what Yang Yi had planned, Meng Jiangnü could not help but draw a sharp breath. She felt a quiet twinge of sympathy for the death guard. Some things, after all, could be pleasurable in moderation. But excess—even in that—became a form of harm. Still, she said nothing. A death guard was the enemy, and to show mercy to an enemy was to be cruel to oneself. This much she understood. So she simply stood by and watched. She watched as the unconscious woman’s body began to twitch… and shift… and writhe.
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“Damn it—are you made of iron?”
“Don’t you ever tire?” No one knew how much time had passed when the death guard’s lashes began to tremble. Her eyes snapped open, blazing with fury. Seeing Yang Yi still moving atop her, she finally lost all composure and spat a string of curses in his face.
“Heh… what’s this?”
“Not so silent anymore, are we?”
Yang Yi sneered but showed no intention of stopping.
“Hmph.” The woman turned her head away and closed her eyes again, sinking into another round of mutinous silence. Yet this time, even as she tried to maintain her indifference, her jaw clenched involuntarily, and her teeth ground against one another. She was clearly struggling to endure.
Well then…
Eventually, the confrontation drew to a close. Yang Yi pulled back, panting, while the death guard—surprisingly—had not fainted this time. Instead, she stared at him coldly, as though challenging him outright.
“Well, well…”
“Not only stubborn, but a glutton for punishment? You’ve no idea how terrifying the Overlord Bone’s regeneration really is.”
“Unlucky for you, I’ve got all eighteen.” Yang Yi’s smirk deepened. He could already feel his internal energy rising once more, his blood surging. The fire had yet to abate.
“Wait. My code name is Ying.” For the first time, the woman spoke with a strange urgency in her voice. Something in Yang Yi’s aura had finally shaken her.
“Who are you working for?”
“What is your true mission?”
Seeing her finally respond, Yang Yi’s tone settled into something far calmer. The moment she uttered her codename, he knew he had broken through her mental defences. But his celebration proved premature. The woman closed her eyes again without another word. Returning to silence.
“Well done.”
“I like a challenge.”
“But I’ll let you off—this time.”
“I won’t interrogate you again. Not directly.”
“Next time, if you can stay conscious, I’ll give you the opportunity to speak on your own.”
“But if you pass out… I’ll wake you up… and we’ll start again.”
Yang Yi did not lose his temper. He knew the value of restraint. Her willingness to offer even a codename showed that her walls had begun to crumble. To press further now would risk losing what little trust he had won. His voice dropped, calm and unreadable. Ying’s face turned slightly pale.
“Eat.”
He pulled a pear from the system space and handed it to her. She blinked, stunned. Her gaze flickered between the fruit and Yang Yi’s face, as though trying to decipher a puzzle.
A pear? Where did it come from? She and her comrades had never possessed anything of the sort. The mere presence of the fruit filled her with doubt—but she said nothing. Nor did she ask. Silently, she took it.
Crunch
She bit into it, the crisp sweetness spilling across her tongue, surprising her with its freshness. Still, she betrayed no emotion. She chewed slowly and continued eating. Yang Yi’s lips curved into a small smile.
If she’s willing to eat, then she’s not hoping for death anymore. And that means I can check her loyalty score.
“What the—”
Yang Yi blinked as he glanced at the interface. She’s a death guard. Her mission was to assassinate me. We’re mortal enemies. How is her loyalty at twenty? Not zero. Not negative. Twenty. He was both bewildered and intrigued. Does she… have masochistic tendencies? Is that it?
“Heh…”
“A few more interrogation sessions, and she might actually hit the threshold.” The thought filled him with amused anticipation. “Here.” She had devoured the pear—core and all. Seeing that, Yang Yi took out a few flatbreads and some leftover roast meat from before.
“I don’t eat human flesh.” Ying’s eyes darkened as she caught sight of the meat. Clearly, she was still shocked at Yang Yi’s ability to summon food out of thin air—but when she spoke, it was with cold contempt. Her voice held steel. Her pride had not yet fallen.
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Always super weird when they use rape as a plot point. Gross author is gross. It’s a shame because otherwise I’ve really been enjoying it.