She Was Sentenced to Life Imprisonment [Unlimited] - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Someone Is Jumping Off a Building

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The sun was scorching, and a restless heat steamed in the air. The wind that blew was warm, offering no relief, as if it was a harbinger of things to come.

The school’s bell rang, followed by a cheerful dismissal tone. Students poured out of the classrooms, and the previously quiet campus instantly became a buzzing hive of activity.

“Someone is jumping off the building.”

A student suddenly looked up and noticed a person sitting on the roof of the academic building. His voice carried no fear or horror, but a strange excitement, as if he were witnessing something that made him incredibly happy, not facing a life that could end at any moment.

At his words, the students erupted and instantly swarmed the foot of the building. Below, a crowd of students and teachers gathered, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the despair above. They were numb, excited, watching a spectacle, merely an audience drawn by the commotion.

Someone recognized the person on the roof. They pointed, laughing and joking with their friends.

“That monster is trying to kill herself.”

At this, waves of mocking laughter echoed across the campus. They pulled out their hidden phones, livestreaming and recording the scene with a gossipy attitude. Some even began commenting wildly on the person on the roof.

As the videos spread, bored trolls and haters quickly picked up their keyboards, their malicious comments spreading like wildfire.

“Jump! Come on, jump!”

“What’s she waiting for? Is she scared?”

They screamed and taunted, acting as judges, encouraging the person on the roof to jump. There wasn’t a hint of pity or compassion for a fresh, young life. Their laughter was like the whispers of demons from the abyss, urging the girl to embrace death, to bring the show to a close and give them something to talk about to relieve their dull, boring lives.

So many people, yet not one of them called for help. They were all there to see her become a joke.

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A gentle breeze, not cool in the slightest, lifted the girl’s loose, white hair. Her small figure was hidden under a black umbrella, making her seem even more delicate and pitiful. She sat on the edge of the building, her pale, sickly legs dangling in the air as if she could fall at any moment. Yet, her expression was so indifferent, it seemed like she had only come up here to enjoy the breeze.

“Should I jump?” she asked herself. But other than the boisterous jeering from below, no one could answer her question.

She was very beautiful, with exquisite features and no makeup, a natural beauty. Her figure was slender and elegant, captivating all who saw her. However, her hair was white and her skin was sickly pale. In the sunlight, you could see the faint blue veins beneath her skin. These unusual features screamed that she was not a normal person, that she was sick.

From the moment she was born, everyone called her a monster who would bring bad luck. As a result, beatings, insults, and harassment became a matter of course.

Suddenly, a loud banging came from behind her, urgent and violent. The girl turned to look, and her umbrella shifted slightly, letting some sunlight fall on her. Her amber eyes seemed to gleam in the sun, but the underlying melancholy and indifference hid their light.

She saw the iron door she had deliberately locked was now bent and shaky. Finally, the door burst open, and a group of young men and women rushed out. They were dressed in various clothes and held unknown weapons in their hands. The moment they saw her, their expressions were filled with an unknown excitement.

They surrounded her, but not to save her. They seemed impatient to ask her a question.

“Who are the people who bullied you?”

Surrounded, the girl, who had finally felt the sun’s warmth, was once again cast into shadow, making her seem even smaller and more helpless.

At their question, she smiled. In that instant, even the scorching sun seemed to lose its brilliance in comparison. It was a very quiet smile, devoid of any warmth.

She didn’t speak. Her light-colored eyes took on a hint of interest as she looked them over, a mix of curiosity and coldness.

The group, receiving no answer, seemed to grow impatient and were about to ask again. At that moment, the girl raised a slender hand. Her eyes grew indifferent, and a bloody red light appeared within them as she pointed to the clamoring students and teachers below. Her hand was so pale that the bruises on it were exceptionally prominent. She wasn’t pointing at anyone specific, yet she seemed to be silently accusing all of the bullies.

They are all guilty.

It was as if an answer etched into her bones, repeated countless times in her heart, was now spoken. With her accusation, something in the air around her seemed to loosen.

Having received their answer, the group quickly went back down the stairs, leaving the girl alone once more.

The smile on the girl’s lips disappeared, replaced by a sullen indifference. Her amber eyes were like a calm lake without a single ripple, reflecting the ugly and twisted faces of the people below, filled with despair and silence.

Loud insults and arrogant laughter filled her ears, and sickening memories became clear. Her expression grew even calmer.

She let go of her umbrella and fell backward off the building. For a moment, she could only hear the roaring of the wind in her ears. She closed her eyes, calmly accepting her impending death. She was like a bird escaping a cage, flying toward freedom and release.

A hand wrapped around her waist, and she was pulled into an unfamiliar embrace. A cool, crisp scent of jasmine surrounded her, enveloping her senses and making her feel uncontrollably drawn in.

The girl opened her eyes in confusion, meeting a pair of laughing eyes—a mix of playfulness and curiosity. The deep purple pupils reflected her small figure, both alluring and mysterious. Perhaps the wind had gotten in her eyes, but she couldn’t make out the emotions in the other person’s gaze.

That person leaned close to her ear, their voice as pleasant as a violin melody and as clear as a mountain stream. “Don’t be afraid,” they said.

At those words, the girl’s body went stiff. She felt her soul tremble, as if it deeply craved this person. These two words were like a ray of light shining into an abyss, making her long-dead heart beat wildly and disrupting her composure.

In her rapid descent, the only things she could hear were the wind and her own uncontrolled heartbeat. The girl’s brow furrowed slightly, but only out of guilt for involving this person.

However, the moment they landed, there was no pain, no bl00d. The mysterious woman held her, landing safely on the ground.

This event was beyond her scientific understanding. But before she could even process it, a short knife was put into her hand.

“Remember to protect yourself. It would be a shame if you died.”

There was no relief in that person’s tone. The smile remained, like the warm sun rising in winter, its light passing through a frozen body and reigniting the heart within.

The other person released her waist. By the time the girl came to her senses, the person was already a distant back, once again seeming out of reach. Yet the warmth remaining on her waist proved that this was not a dream.

A roar echoed, a sound that seemed to shatter eardrums. It was followed by more and more roars, pulling the girl’s thoughts back to reality.

The scorching sun was now covered by thick clouds. Without its light, the sky instantly grew dark. It was then replaced by a bl00d-red, eerie moon. A crimson light shone down, and the entire surroundings seemed to be drenched in bl00d.

The students and teachers who were watching the show had their mouths torn open to their ears. Their bodies grew and swelled, and their skin began to crack. In their place were ugly monsters, drooling with disgusting fluids, clawing and tearing at each other. While they laughed and called others monsters, they themselves had become despicable beasts.

The scene was a chaotic slaughter. Limbs were scattered everywhere. The girl looked on in horror, walking through this terrifying hellscape, searching for the figure of that person.

A huge beast suddenly charged at her, its mouth wide open, ready to tear her apart. Her eyes turned crimson, cold as steel, and filled with the divine contempt for a pathetic creature trying to attack her.

The moment she looked up, the monster’s massive body exploded as if a bomb had been placed inside it. The foul-smelling bl00d avoided her, not a single drop touching her. As the crimson light in her eyes faded, she heard a soft laugh.

“I found you.”

She followed the sound and saw that person standing on top of the monster. In her slender hand was a strange scythe. Vines with an eerie, grim beauty coiled around the long handle. The blade was sharp, glinting with a cold light, and dripping with the monster’s foul-smelling bl00d. It carried an invisible oppressive power that intimidated all creatures around it.

The blade in her own hand trembled, excited by a shared energy. But she couldn’t focus on it. No matter how chaotic the surroundings, that person was as pristine as ever, a jarring contrast to the scene. She looked like a compassionate deity standing over hell, looking down on all living things.

The other person extended a hand to her, speaking with the same smile. “Come here, my dear.”

Like a god’s whisper, her soul trembled more intensely. The girl’s eyes showed confusion, and her feet moved toward the other person without her consent. She walked faster and faster, like a swallow returning to its nest, and fell into the person’s embrace.

In that moment, she felt a sense of familiarity deep within her soul, as if they had known each other for centuries, a profound understanding of one another. She felt the wetness on her cheeks and realized she was crying. She didn’t understand why, upon seeing this person, all the grievances in her heart seemed to find an outlet.

“My dear, go and kill them. Only then can you find me.”

This sentence was like a brand, silently breaking a certain lock. She saw the other person’s smile and a reckless madness that was so overwhelming it was impossible to look at. Her lips moved, and in her ear, she heard her own voice answer.

“Okay.”

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