Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Arrogance

Shen adored her—she absolutely adored this girl! How could someone so perfectly tailored to her tastes even exist in this world?  

Oh, just imagine—she could carve this little treasure into whatever shape she desired, watch her regenerate, then take advantage of her memory loss after revival to lovingly rebuild trust with her. And just when she was at her happiest—”splat”! Smash her into paste!  

Everything was perfect! A delightful personality, stunning looks, and infinite revivals—wasn’t this the greatest gift the heavens could bestow upon her?  

That’s how it should have been.  

But now, bisected diagonally from shoulder to waist by the windmill’s blade, she had no choice but to drain her last nutrient solution and abandon her entire right side—including her lower body—while desperately avoiding that little monster’s pursuit and waiting for her mangled form to regenerate.  

This wasn’t right. This wasn’t how she’d imagined it. This wasn’t what the intel had promised.  

In her mind, it was supposed to be the monster crawling in agony, clutching her own spilled organs.  

Yes, monster—the new nickname she’d bestowed upon Mi.  

She couldn’t understand. She’d infected Mi’s body with Sentinel bacteria, watched the little monster collapse in pain. 

Yet even then, she’d stayed cautious, waiting for the follow-up neurotoxin to finish the job before retrieval—because Sentinel bacteria alone couldn’t kill quickly. 

She’d even maintained distance, staying outside Mi’s ability range the entire time.  

Aside from recklessly pursuing the mission while being hunted by federal agents, she’d been so careful!  

If there was one unnecessary thing she’d done, it was muttering, “As much as I’d love to have some fun with you right now, I’ll play it safe and let you die one more time first,” while waiting for the toxins to take full effect.  

She’d thought the flames in the dossier were the real threat. Instead, she’d been undone by that insignificant spatial ability.  

If her current state allowed speech, she’d scream at the person on the other end of her earpiece—”Why hide such critical information?!” 

While she’d foolishly kept her distance, wary of Mi’s eyes, the entire windmill—foundation and all—had vanished. Then, she’d ended up like this.  

The windmill reappeared horizontally, its blades slicing clean through her.  

That she hadn’t been crushed into the walls was pure luck.  

Like a zombie from an apocalypse film, Shen clawed forward with her remaining arm, ruthlessly abandoning most of her torso—heart included.  

With LV4 Regeneration, as long as her brain (The core of her ability) remained intact, she could recover. But without energy reserves, the process would be agonizingly slow.  

The files said Mi’s spatial ability had a five-meter range. They never mentioned she could store an entire twenty-to-thirty-meter windmill inside it!  

Five meters, my ass. Five-meter range plus a twenty-meter windmill?! The organization couldn’t have made such a mistake. Why?!  

Never had she imagined she’d one day see her own lower half from this angle—even if she’d always dreamed of reducing other beauties to such a state.  

As she regenerated, she dispersed toxic blood into the air, saturating the area with poison.  

Then, the shadow above her vanished again. Rain struck her wounds, the cold seeping in despite her numbed nerves. A deep sense of dread followed.  

With the windmill’s shadow gone, Shen could see Mi Xiaoliu on the other side—kneeling weakly, poisoned but still watching her with those exquisite eyes Shen longed to pluck and preserve.  

The beginner combat suit kept Mi upright, its enhancements fighting off the toxins.  

The poison had spread—a lethal strain, enough to kill an elephant in three seconds.  

Just how many antibodies has the organization forced into this girl…?

Staring at Mi’s face, Shen faltered.  

…Being killed by such a beautiful little angel, in the very way she herself adored, might not be so bad.  

Then came a shadow darker than the storm clouds. The windmill returned, crashing sideways into the earth, burying Shen’s bloodied remains under layers of soil.  

Vanishing, reappearing—over and over, the ground was churned into a wasteland of craters.  

Watching through his scope, the Devil’s eyelid twitches.  

Finally, the windmill impaled the earth upside-down. No trace of Shen remained.  

Staring blankly at her handiwork, Mi Xiaoliu clutched her head and staggered back into the windmill. She dragged the filthy cloth over her freezing body, curled up, and hugged her knees—slowly processing the memories she’d suppressed.  

The blank space she’d extracted not long ago.  

“I’ll play it safe and let you die one more time first.”  

A cold woman’s voice—the exact same words Shen had just spoken.

“So cold…”

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The sight of a human body being dissected step by step is nauseating, but even if it’s given a process of self-recovery, the scene isn’t much better. 

The skeleton, starting from the size of an infant, visibly grows and extends, followed by the gradual formation of blood vessels, muscles, and internal organs. 

This is the most revolting stage, as the incomplete growth of skin and flesh allows one to see the pulsating organs, the trachea, and the lungs moving with each breath. 

Sometimes, the organs don’t grow back into their proper places—intestines might spill out and need to be manually pushed back in.

But as the final layer of skin forms, a stunning, completely naked beauty re-emerges into the world. This is the strength of a Level 4 self-healing ability user, the very reason why such individuals are highly valued.

Luckily, the girl didn’t notice that she had left behind a “head”—the kind of head that refers to a severed one. The nutrient solution she drank earlier played its part here, thankfully, she had saved one dose. It’s terrifying, truly—close combat is a death sentence.

She was too reckless. She should have set up sentries first and used them to carry the virus to silently kill her target. She didn’t need to reveal herself at all. Who was the bastard who sold her sentries to the FBI with such shoddy quality? Because of that, she couldn’t fully showcase the true horror of being the Third Fractal.

“Shameless,” someone commented on her naked state.

She turned her head to see a veiled nun, holding a black umbrella, quietly observing her from somewhere. In this age where people are obsessed with science, there are still many who believe abilities are a gift from God. 

Thus, every city has at least one church, and the appearance of a nun isn’t strange. Even so, seeing her now, coupled with the recent mysterious targeting she’s faced, it’s hard not to think of the other person in the Easter files who might have a habit of wearing nun outfits.

“Arrogance?”

The former Third Fractal.

“Was it you causing trouble?” She gritted her teeth. “Are you insane? I’m not here to catch you!”

She wondered why someone would block her signals. The unique pink poison gas secreted from her pores quickly spread, unaffected by the rain, filling every corner within a hundred meters. Any living thing that touched it died instantly, with no escape.

“To repeatedly try to kill a thirteen-year-old girl… you’re even worse than I am,” came a cold voice, completely unaffected by the poison. “You rely solely on your healing, so your poison will forever remain at Level 3… Are you just a pawn for Easter?”

A chilling sensation spread from her limbs to her entire body, destroying cells and rushing toward her brain. She scoffed at these symptoms. 

While she might be inferior in using poison, her Level 4 healing factor could naturally adapt to invading bacteria, producing the necessary antibodies. She was immune to all poisons!

But then she realized—her healing system was being killed off. Tumors the size of buns grew in various parts of her body, swelling like balloons, their ends oozing a disgusting pale yellow fluid, utterly ruining her beautiful form. And it wasn’t just external—her internal organs were also growing tumors.

This woman…?

“Before you die, I’ll ask you some questions… with a truth serum you’ve never seen,” the nun said, pulling a test tube from her waist.

“Wait! The girl inside is poisoned. If you stay any longer, you’ll watch her die in agony!” 

Desperate in the face of death, she grasped at any straw, even though she didn’t know the relationship between the former Third Fractal and Mi Xiaoliu.

Her reckless act of accelerating her own death made the nun frown beneath her veil.

The tumors exploded, splattering blood and filth onto the soil, washed away by the pouring rain. All that remained was a skeleton, sitting quietly in place.