Ch-203 control over Planning

The wind howled through the ancient ruins, carrying whispers of forgotten secrets. Moonlight bathed the cracked stone in silver, illuminating Ah Ming's poised figure as she surveyed the battlefield. Her expression was unreadable, her golden eyes reflecting the firelight that flickered in the distance.

Tonight was not just another mission. Tonight, she had to reclaim something precious—lives that had begun slipping into the abyss.

Her gaze locked onto Ruby, the daughter of the Scarlet Witch. Unlike the others, Ruby was an anomaly. Born of chaos and woven into reality by forces that defied the natural order, she carried within her the very essence of forbidden magic. A single misstep could unravel her entirely. Ah Ming had to be precise. If she lost focus for even a moment, Ruby might spiral beyond salvation, swallowed by the very power that made her unique.

With a flick of her wrist, Ah Ming extended her control, invisible threads of energy latching onto Ruby's fading spirit. "You are not lost," she murmured, her voice soft yet unyielding. "Not while I still stand."

But Ruby wasn't the only one in danger of falling into the void.

Beside her stood Violet Snow and Leona Lykos, their once-radiant eyes now hollow, their movements slow, as though weighed down by unseen chains. The life within them flickered weakly, like dying embers struggling to reignite.

Ah Ming felt her grip on them strengthen, the raw force of her will intertwining with their fractured souls. Slowly, steadily, their bodies responded.

Violet Snow had become one with fire itself. She no longer commanded flames—she was the flame. The very concept of destruction bent before her, reshaping itself at her command. If she willed it, an inferno that could reduce mountains to dust would instead form into delicate petals of living embers, floating harmlessly through the night sky. Fire whispered to her, sang to her, worshiped her as its queen. She was the Divine Flame incarnate.

Leona Lykos, in contrast, had embraced the eternal cycles of the Moon Element and the boundless tides of Natural Energy. Her power was no longer a mere force—it was a celestial truth. She moved like the wind, silent and inevitable, her aura harmonizing with the ancient rhythms of the world. The forests, the rivers, the sky—everything breathed in sync with her heartbeat. She was no longer just a warrior; she was a force of nature, a living embodiment of the moon's will.

And yet, even their ascension was only a fraction of what lay ahead.

Ah Ming had begun marking the pathways to a realm few dared to enter—the Vampire World. It was a domain veiled in eternal twilight, where the air itself pulsed with a strange, unearthly energy. At its center stood the Tree of Navigation, an ancient entity whose roots stretched beyond dimensions, a living compass for those who sought the impossible. But no one could pass without facing its guardian.

That guardian had no name, no recorded history. It was a presence—an unyielding force that had watched over the tree for centuries. Ah Ming could feel its silent gaze upon her even now, as though it was already aware of her intent.

And within the Vampire World itself, powerful figures awaited.

The enigmatic Shasha Fudge, a name feared and respected in equal measure to the Ruby and violet but there is change in the plan of victor the protagonist. The Four Great Clans, sworn protectors of the vampire realm, watched from the shadows, their loyalty unwavering. Yet Ah Ming's focus extended beyond them—to the heart of the vampire empire itself.

She would take two of Vampire King Vlad Dracula Tepes' wives and his only daughter. These women were not merely nobility; they were legends in their own right, figures whose power and influence had shaped the fate of the vampire race. And if Ah Ming wished to step into their world, she would have to prove she was worthy.

Yet even the realm of blood and night was not the only world she had to traverse.

Beyond the veil of the Vampire World lay the lands of the Werewolves, a domain of raw, untamed power. Their Queen ruled with a presence that demanded both fear and reverence. Unlike the vampires, whose existence was rooted in secrecy and control, the werewolves thrived in the chaos of battle, their strength drawn from the primal fury of the wild.

Two great clans stood at the Queen's side, each carrying the bloodline of their ancestors, warriors born beneath the light of a crimson moon. And at the heart of their world thrived the Tree of Positive and Negative Energy, a relic of cosmic balance. Its roots pulsed with the dual forces of creation and destruction, a paradox that no mortal could fully comprehend.

But Ah Ming knew this was only the beginning.

The deeper she ventured, the more she uncovered. Legends whispered of the cursed being known as Blood Medusa, a creature whose mere existence can reshaped the history of countless bloodlines. Angels and devils waged silent wars in the heavens, their battles unseen by mortal eyes yet felt in every corner of existence. Gods and demons played their endless games, their influence threading through the very fabric of reality.

And Ah Ming stood in the center of it all.

The path before her was dangerous—but she had never been one to shy away from danger.

Her story was not one of survival. It was one of domination, of rewriting the fate of worlds with her own hands.

Tonight was only the beginning.

As ah ming make the next plan to sabotage the shasha fudge