Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 147 – The Script of the Chosen One

“You want to know?”

Long Yan’s gaze pierced through his messy black hair and landed on Lin Fan’s face. His eyes held a kind of self-mockery and venomous resentment.

“A piece of trash whose Dragon Bone was ripped out, a fool betrayed by his fiancée, a slave sold like a dog… which story do you want to hear?”

His voice was hoarse, each word seemingly squeezed from his throat.

Lin Fan didn’t speak, merely watching him calmly.

Beside them, Su Xiaoxiao shrank back, frightened by the resentment in his words, her small hand subconsciously tightening its grip on the corner of Lin Fan’s clothes.

Passersby cast curious glances their way, pointing and whispering.

“This is not the place to talk.”

Lin Fan turned and started walking.

“Keep up.”

She didn’t look back, but the command in her tone was undeniable.

Long Yan stood rooted to the spot, clenching his fists so tightly his nails dug deep into his palms.

He watched Lin Fan’s back—the woman in the black and gold combat attire, wearing a straw hat that couldn’t conceal her magnificent Dragon horns.

In the end, he dragged his heavy feet and followed.

The three of them soon found a relatively clean-looking inn.

Lin Fan walked straight to the counter and tossed a level-one Crystal onto the table.

“Two superior rooms.”

The innkeeper was a fat pig-man. His eyes lit up at the sight of the Crystal, and he immediately began bowing and scraping.

“Right away! This way, my lord, upstairs please!”

Lin Fan led Su Xiaoxiao and Long Yan to the second floor.

She handed one of the room keys to Long Yan.

“Yours.”

Then she pushed open the door to the other room.

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“Come in,” she said to Long Yan.

Long Yan hesitated for a moment before walking in.

Su Xiaoxiao followed close behind, closing the door behind her.

The room was very quiet.

Lin Fan walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked down at the bustling street below.

She didn’t speak, seeming to wait for Long Yan to start on his own.

Long Yan stood in silence, like a soulless statue.

After a long while, he finally began to speak slowly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

“A year ago, I was preparing to break through to the seventh level.”

Lin Fan turned around, leaned against the window frame, and listened quietly.

“No one from a branch family of the Dragon Clan has ever broken through to the seventh level.”

A derisive arc formed on Long Yan’s lips.

“Everyone thought I was crazy, but I knew I could do it. I prepared for a year, going over every single detail countless times.”

His fists clenched again.

“I chose to enter seclusion in an absolutely secret cave. The only person who knew where I was was my fiancée, Long Yanran.”

His body couldn’t help but tremble slightly as he uttered the name.

“We were childhood sweethearts. Everyone said we were a match made in heaven. I thought so too.”

“Just as I swallowed two level-six Crystals, as my Dragon Bone was about to complete its final transformation, just as I was about to knock on the door to the seventh level…”

His voice was filled with endless pain and hatred.

“She stabbed me through the back with a sword.”

Su Xiaoxiao gasped and covered her mouth.

Lin Fan’s expression didn’t change, but from the depths of Long Ningshuang’s memories, she could feel a surge of sorrow and rage.

“I couldn’t believe it… I turned to look at her, and she was smiling…”

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Long Yan’s eyes became hollow.

“Then, Long Ao appeared. That piece of trash from the Pureblood Dragon Clan, looking at me with a grin.”

“He said Long Yanran had been his woman for a long time. He said, a member of a branch family, worthy of touching the threshold of the seventh level?”

“He said, a genius? His favorite thing to do was to personally destroy geniuses.”

In Lin Fan’s mind, a cheesy, dramatic scene had already formed.

An arrogant, domineering rich second-generation heir stole the protagonist’s fiancée and delivered a fatal blow at the protagonist’s most critical moment.

This plot…

“In front of me, he personally… dug out my Dragon Bone.”

Long Yan’s voice was trembling.

“That pain… was worse than death. My cultivation instantly regressed, falling from the peak of the sixth level to the third level.”

“Long Ao didn’t kill me. He said killing me would be letting me off too easy.”

“He wanted everyone in the Dragon Spirit Continent to see the consequences of offending him and challenging the authority of the Pureblood Dragon Clan.”

“He issued a proclamation, declaring me a traitor to the Dragon Clan, no longer under its protection. Then… he threw me into the Slave Market.”

The story was over.

The room fell silent.

Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes were already red. She looked at Long Yan, full of sympathy.

Lin Fan, however, was silently roasting him in her mind.

Well, damn.

Isn’t this the standard ‘Chosen One’ script from all those web novels she read in her past life?

Once a peerless genius.

Then betrayed by the one he loved most, knocked from his pedestal by a powerful enemy, his cultivation destroyed, suffering endless humiliation.

What’s next?

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Is he supposed to find a peerless secret manual in some cave? Or will a white-bearded old grandpa pop out of a ring on his finger?

Then he’ll go on a rampage, leveling up, slapping faces, gathering followers and a harem, and finally crushing all his enemies to become the new overlord of this continent?

Lin Fan looked at the Long Yan before her.

Hmm, he’s not bad-looking. Though he’s a mess right now, the foundation is good.

His gaze is determined enough, patient enough.

This is a classic protagonist template.

She could even foresee the huge waves this guy named Long Yan would stir up in the future.

An interesting idea sprouted in her mind.

What if… she turned this “Chosen One” into her own devoted admirer?

The Chosen One as her loyal subject… that sounds pretty good.

Just as Lin Fan’s thoughts were racing, Long Yan lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her.

“I’ve told you my story. Now, can you tell me what you really want to do with me, now that you’ve bought me?”

He had already prepared for the worst.

To be humiliated, to be tortured, even to be treated as a plaything.

Over the past year, he had grown used to it.

Lin Fan moved away from the window, walking toward him step by step.

Long Yan subconsciously took a step back. The metal collar around his neck let out a soft clink with the movement.

He straightened his back, ready to face his impending fate.

Lin Fan didn’t speak.

She simply raised her hand and reached for his neck.

Long Yan closed his eyes.

Su Xiaoxiao watched nervously, thinking Lin Fan was about to activate the collar.

However, Lin Fan’s fingers didn’t touch the controller on the collar.

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Instead, she gripped the cold metal ring directly.

It was a collar forged from black iron, specifically designed to restrain slaves. It was incredibly hard, and runes that suppressed Spirit Energy were carved into it.

Long Yan felt a warm touch envelop the cold metal.

He opened his eyes in confusion.

Then, he saw a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Lin Fan’s hands, which looked slender and fair, suddenly exerted force.

“Crack!”

A crisp sound of snapping metal echoed in the room.

The indestructible black iron collar, like a fragile biscuit, had been forcefully… snapped in two by her bare hands!

The broken collar fell to the floor with a “clang.”

Long Yan was completely stunned.

He looked down at the half-ring of metal remaining on his neck, then back up at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with incredulous shock.

Su Xiaoxiao’s mouth also fell open as she stared blankly at the broken collar on the floor.

Lin Fan casually tossed the other half of the collar in her hand to the ground and clapped her hands, as if she had just done something trivial.

She looked at the dumbfounded Long Yan and said coolly, “You’re free.”

Long Yan’s body jolted, his pupils contracting violently.

Free…

He hadn’t heard that word in almost a year.

“You can choose to leave. Go right now, no one will stop you,” Lin Fan continued.

“Or, you can stay here for now and recover from your injuries.”

She paused, her gaze landing on Long Yan’s face.

“How you choose is up to you.”