Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Stashed Into The Inventory (Two-In-One)

A father over 1.8 meters tall was being carried while running by his daughter who was less than 1.6 meters tall.

Okulet felt a bit humiliated, but both of his daughters had physical enhancements, while at most his own physique was equivalent to that of a special forces soldier.

Even if an ordinary human trained their body to the level of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, it would only amount to a mere LV2 physical enhancement—still not bulletproof.

Say what you will, Misha’s short little legs (Short compared to his own) were indeed running lightning fast. On top of that, the narrow shoulders she used to carry him constantly bumped into Okulet’s stomach, making him feel extremely nauseous.

“Stop, Misha.”

Okulet patted Mi Xiaoliu’s back.

But when Mi Xiaoliu actually stopped, he couldn’t vomit—just dry-heaved, which felt even worse than real vomiting.

“There, there.”

Mi Xiaoliu patted Okulet on the head.

Even more humiliating.

Suddenly sensing something, Okulet pulled his daughter into the roadside greenery with a quick movement.

Moments later, a red pickup truck with its headlights off suddenly skidded on this road. The right rear wheel dramatically came off, rolled a good distance forward, and smashed through the glass of a shop.

Fortunately, no one was inside the store.

Okulet didn’t intervene.

He didn’t sense any danger to others, so whether or not to stop it wasn’t his responsibility.

Right now, he just wanted to throw up.

And also take the opportunity to teach his daughter a lesson.

“If you see a tire like that, stay away. I used to know a guy surnamed Chen who insisted on showing off in front of a girl he liked—ended up getting his whole arm crushed and spent a week in the hospital.”

“Mm.”

The pickup truck door opened, and a man in a sailor uniform stepped out. His walking pace was stiff—maybe due to a past leg injury, or perhaps he was just lame.

Driving with a lame leg? Still more acceptable than a blind driver.

Seeming to overhear the conversation, he moved closer toward Okulet, appearing a bit anxious.

“Sir, are you there? I need your help.”

His pronunciation was clear, but his tone was rigid and slightly stiff—maybe he’d had some alcohol.

Due to many past experiences with staged accidents, Okulet instinctively pulled his daughter back to keep a safe distance and used his fog-piercing goggles to observe the truck’s missing rear wheel.

Why didn’t this person check his vehicle first?

Also, driving through dense fog without headlights—was he just stubborn, or were the lights broken?

Bruises were visible on the man’s body, indicating he was already within a dangerous range—but Okulet hadn’t sensed any danger earlier. That meant the man’s injuries happened prior to this encounter.

His intuition hadn’t been disturbed—only just now did he sense the danger of possibly being hit by the pickup.

It looked like a drunk who had been beaten up, then drove under the influence.

But Okulet noticed a keychain hanging from the man’s waist—a car key with buttons clearly among them.

He hadn’t removed the key when getting out.

If the key wasn’t inserted, how did that truck even start?

In unusual times, one had to be extra suspicious.

He retreated with Mi Xiaoliu into the mist, pulled a tranquilizer from the borrowed gear, and threw it.

A perfect hit to the man’s shoulder—he collapsed as expected.

Okulet cautiously stepped forward half a pace, but his intuition still didn’t signal anything.

Even so, he didn’t rush in to offer aid. Instead, he lifted Mi Xiaoliu by the armpits and carried her to the other side of the greenery, then unzipped his black coat to reveal a bright red shirt underneath.

Then he called Mi Xiaoliu’s eldest aunt.

For a middle-aged man with two daughters, a black coat with a red shirt was even more ridiculous than red underwear.

Using that feature, the aunt located Okulet’s position and, per his request, created an illusion of him and his daughter—identical in appearance.

The illusion cautiously approached the sailor from two steps away but remained obscured in the fog, never drawing close enough to be seen clearly.

A standoff began between the two sides.

About twenty seconds later, the sailor suddenly leapt up, his four limbs not touching the ground at all as he lunged toward the illusion—just like the physics engine of a game like “Goat Simulator”.

“Shit.”

Okulet was thoroughly disgusted. He immediately erased the space behind the sailor to make him scram, and at the same time erased the space in front of himself and ran off with his daughter in his arms—thoughtfully using the princess’ carry.

He was almost ambushed.

He recalled what the faceless man had said earlier.

The God’s Eye of the Supreme Heaven could attach its perspective to someone’s back in third-person mode.

It was known that the God’s Eye would be completely blocked by the fog, just like the fog of war in “League of Legends”.

But a normal person would still have about two meters of visible range in the fog.

Based on what had just happened, it seemed that if the God’s Eye was attached to someone’s back, it would still maintain a visibility range roughly equal to that of an ordinary person within the fog.

Which meant the Supreme Heaven could control a person like a parasite to get close to a target, then lock the perspective onto the target after seeing them clearly, and begin controlling them.

The sailor had discovered him in advance, but he hadn’t been controlled.

It seemed that this “parasitic” function had extremely strict vision requirements.

Just locking the perspective onto him wouldn’t trigger the danger intuition. But if afterward control was used to twist his neck, even with an intuition warning it wouldn’t be preventable.

Because the only way to prevent the Supreme Heaven from controlling his neck was to eliminate his own neck—also a suicidal act.

From now on, they couldn’t rashly approach anyone on the road. The damned weather meant not many people were out anyway.

Why hadn’t this kind of enemy caused him trouble in the past? Was it because they weren’t sure if Erasure and Intuition could root him out?

Such a cautious organization—it would be completely unreasonable for them to expose themselves just to kill a person who could manipulate the weather. Seems the masked man was still hiding some other secret.

After running a certain distance, perhaps annoyed at how slow he was going, Mi Xiaoliu struggled out of his arms.

Then continued running forward while carrying him.

Princess carry.

Okulet: “……”

Shouldn’t he do something to establish some fatherly authority in his daughter’s heart?

His phone suddenly rang. Okulet maintained that position and pulled out his phone.

There was no name saved, but the number made him suspect there had been one.

A single digit: just a 0.

He answered.

“I feel like I should give you a heads-up,” said the faceless man’s mechanical voice.

He had memorized the number when Gloria wasn’t paying attention.

Instant memory—anyone could do it.

“What?”

“That dumb blonde chick ran off to the port on her own—I didn’t provoke her.”

This was seriously a bad situation.

Once again, Gloria had acted on her own initiative because of her speed.

Okulet had never told her about the relationship between Easter and Misha, nor the location of the Supreme Heaven. But she had her own phone and could call the eldest aunt to update the intel.

Gloria didn’t fully understand the causal relationship in all this, but she wasn’t dumb.

Even if she didn’t understand the connection between Easter and Misha, she could still tell that Misha wanted to kill some old guy—and that her dad had no real objections.

The wind at the port was rather strong. The fog didn’t seem that dense, but it was like a gloomy veil, giving each giant cruise ship a layer of eerie atmosphere.

Clearly, the Supreme Heaven wouldn’t be dumb enough to just sit out in the open like an idiot.

Gloria didn’t have fog-piercing goggles. To expand her vision, she had to use her own ability, which was basically like a flashbang.

“A brainless little girl—that’s what you must be thinking, huh?”

Gloria felt her body stiffening, yet the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but curl upward.

Then, her entire body turned into a stream of light.

The glass remained completely intact—she was already inside the bedroom.

Even as someone used to traveling by ship, the swaying of the vessel in the strong wind made her feel a little off.

“The one with no brain is you, old pervert.”

Clang! A crisp yet heavy crash.

A burly semi-mechanical old man crossed his arms, narrowly blocking Gloria’s side kick. The steel arms slightly dented under the force of the blow.

Despite taking such a heavy strike, his body stood there against the laws of physics. His aged pupils locked eyes with Gloria’s.

Had she not mentally prepared beforehand, Gloria might really have been startled by his appearance.

A half-mechanical human—not just something from movies, but now actually appearing in reality.

According to the intel from Misha and the faceless man, this guy could only control solids and liquids.

Even though it lasted less than half a second, Gloria was still able to fully elementize her body.

And the Supreme Heaven’s powers couldn’t control light.

Which meant Gloria had a kind of intermittent control immunity.

Without that, she never would’ve dared charge in alone like this.

“With such strong powers, and you still don’t dare come ashore for close-range action—just how scared are you of running into me, old man?” Gloria taunted.

“Pretty sharp little girl. How’d you find me?”

“Why should I tell you?”

It was just that the human eye happened to be able to reflect light. Compared to ordinary objects, the way eyes reflect light was something quite special.

Under normal circumstances, this bit of light sensitivity would be completely useless—but during a typhoon, no one at the port would randomly look this way.

Gloria’s lower leg, which had just kicked the mechanical arm, was now wrapped in golden light. The steel exterior of the arm was coated in a dangerous red sheen caused by the high temperature of the laser.

Supreme Heaven rotated his fist, knocking Gloria away.

Immediately afterward, a blue shock blade nearly a hundred meters long sliced horizontally from the center of the ship. The seventy-thousand-ton behemoth met its end in an instant, the two halves sinking separately into the sea.

Gloria was indeed startled.

She flashed and landed onshore. Midair, Supreme Heaven controlled a ship’s rudder to intercept her, but it got scorched and torn through instead.

Supreme Heaven floated in the air, looking down from above.

“You’re not the one I’m looking for, little girl.”

With a small movement of his arm, a transparent blue force field appeared around him to block attacks.

How naive.

Back then, even after Heli confiscated from Gloria the bedroom door key that belonged to Mi Xiaoliu, she still couldn’t stop her from bullying Mi Xiaoliu.

It wasn’t that Gloria could pick locks—but because her elementized body could use that instant to pass through glass windows like real light.

No matter how high-tech this shield was—as long as it was transparent, it couldn’t block Gloria’s attacks.

“Yata no Kagami!”

Not only did Gloria insist on shouting out the move’s name, she also faithfully recreated the technique’s edge-tracing attack style.

Supreme Heaven merely raised his mechanical arm to block in front of him, and the light bullets headed toward him behaved like bullets homing in on Captain America’s shield—magnetically drawn upward.

It was an inexplicable instinct—just like how you always want to break Braum’s shield when you see it.

In fact, the barrage of light bullets did succeed in heating up his body. He was forced to use a short-range space-jump device to dodge.

“Damn it!”

This old man could short-range teleport too?

After just one exchange, it looked like he was being completely suppressed by a blonde brat. Supreme Heaven’s expression couldn’t help but twist slightly.

With a slight movement of his fingers, dozens of massive cruise ships in the port floated neatly into the air and came crashing down toward Gloria’s head. Each ship, with just the water accumulated in its bottom hull, could create a localized downpour right over her.

At the same time, he flew backward toward the sea.

“Little girl, you have to understand—there’s a reason some people are LV5, and you can only be LV3.”

After a brief bout of combat, he had roughly analyzed the mechanics of Gloria’s ability.

She couldn’t move at high speed constantly like the Flash—she had to pause about every three seconds. Three seconds was already a long time for someone with high-speed movement. The pause was too short to be a true weakness, but it was still noteworthy.

Second, he had intentionally increased his flight altitude—but Gloria hadn’t followed.

Her decision to land exposed the fact that she couldn’t actually fly; she had to have a foothold to perform a jump.

And the ship’s rudder he had thrown earlier wasn’t really meant to hit her. It was just to test whether she could control the direction of her movement while elementized into light.

The answer pleased him greatly—Gloria couldn’t change direction midair.

But if one switched perspectives, any normal person would think to project themselves upward repeatedly in light form to achieve something like infinite double jumps.

She hadn’t done so, because even after transforming into a light beam, she still needed to generate her own propulsion—and there was no leverage point in the air for Gloria to push off from.

You’re already made of light and still need to borrow force? Powers like a Flash Fruit were being used by this girl like a basic high-speed mobility skill—wasting it.

Pardon his bluntness—this ability had been developed like crap. A dog could use it better than she did.

A pampered young lady—even if born with superior blood—still couldn’t become a qualified warrior.

The falling ships forced Gloria to return to a high-speed evasion state.

Immediately following that came an attack method like the one that had swept through the streets earlier.

The roughly 13 square kilometers of port land began to contract inward like a steamed bun, and once again started to twist into a massive “rope” in the center. The sea level, originally below the port, began to spread toward a new layer of land.

Such a conspicuous disturbance allowed Mi Xiaoliu and the others to clearly determine his position.

Under these circumstances, the only thing Gloria could do was to dash straight toward the Supreme Heaven in the sky. As long as she could predict his movements in advance, all it would take was a sidestep to dodge his straightforward attack.

What followed was obvious—she fell toward the ocean.

Supreme Heaven had hollowed out the seabed to create a massive whirlpool above the water. That was to be this girl’s final resting place.

A massive whirlpool wouldn’t provide her with any leverage point to project herself back into the sky.

It was over.

Even though the opponent had figured her out in a short amount of time, Gloria still wanted to laugh.

She controlled herself to turn into a stream of light and fall downward.

But when she struck the surface of the sea, she rebounded like a beam of light hitting a mirror, and shot upward at an angle, flying straight toward the completely unguarded Supreme Heaven.

This old man actually wanted to force her into the sea to cut off her leverage points.

Please—aside from transforming into light, her ability was mainly controlling light.

Although she had hardly trained her power and couldn’t achieve advanced applications like affecting vision, all light that touched objects would undergo varying degrees of refraction.

Controlling light to reflect off any object like it was hitting a mirror was actually the simplest application for her.

How was he using his brain? Even a dog’s brain would be more useful than his.

When Gloria’s blazing fist pierced through the shield and landed on his face, the stunned expression on the perverted old man’s face gave her immense satisfaction.

“Old pervert, who told you that an LV3 couldn’t solo kill an LV5?”

Her searing hot right fist burned off half his face, but Gloria immediately sensed something was wrong.

Though she wasn’t quite at real laser-level speed or intensity, any normal flesh-and-blood body hit by this should’ve exploded like a smashed watermelon, right?

“Good. Very good.”

And yet the old man could still talk.

Goddamn, he really was a pervert.

His skull was entirely metal—what kind of metal had a melting point this high?

Watching Gloria fall back toward the sea, Supreme Heaven touched the half of his face that had been burned off.

From their first encounter until now, not even two minutes had passed, and Supreme Heaven was already growing impatient.

What truly enraged him wasn’t that a bug dared to challenge him—but that the bug, after escaping danger, didn’t flee, and even started thinking, “I can solo kill him.”

So insolent. So disrespectful.

From beneath his feet and back, flamethrower-like thrusters extended. His ability-based flight switched to mechanical propulsion.

“Feel honored, little girl. This move was originally reserved for the Sixth Fractal.”

He pulled open the reactor in his left chest, revealing calmly burning blue flames.

Something seemed to spread out.

The slight heat made the fine hairs on Gloria’s skin stand on end.

Was this him entering Phase Two?

Gloria instantly felt something was wrong. When she tried to use her ability to refract again after pausing, she unexpectedly fell directly into the water.

Her ability had been sealed—and quite unluckily, she landed right inside the vortex, now forced to struggle desperately with only her LV2-level physical strength.

She looked up at Supreme Heaven, who hovered at least fifty meters above.

Wasn’t this Misha’s ability?

No—Misha’s blue flames didn’t have that kind of range.

Supreme Heaven floated slowly in the air, ignoring Gloria, while his mechanical arm extended again into a hundred-meter-long light blade.

But he didn’t swing downward—because in the distance, a blue light began to shine and rapidly expand.

A long-range energy cannon blast shot straight through Gloria and struck Supreme Heaven’s forcefield barrier, splitting into two beams that carved twin 200-meter-long trenches across the dark clouds in the sky.

In the fog, the blue glow became visible. A not-so-tall figure slowly emerged: a hooded girl carrying a massive cannon.

Aside from the weapon, which was comically oversized for her body, the scene was identical to what had happened half a year ago.

“Let me see who this is. Half a year later, and our little sweetheart hasn’t grown a bit.”

Seeing him clearly, Mi Xiaoliu instinctively took a step back.

Her eyes stared directly at the blue flame burning in his chest, her calves trembling slightly.

Even though the same blue flame also flickered beneath her left eye.

“Misha!” Gloria was deeply moved.

“And Dad too.”

Okulet threw a bundle of boxes tied with rope into the vortex for Gloria to grab onto.

The howling gale dispersed the rain and fog. The typhoon was about to arrive right on schedule.

“Misha, get us out of here first. He can suppress abilities too,” Okulet said, staring directly at the flame in Supreme Heaven’s chest.

Although Mi Xiaoliu also used blue flames, hers came from the side effect of increased black element weight—it was as if only that version was recognized as a legitimate ability by the black element.

Mi Xiaoliu didn’t obey. She simply grabbed the rope and pulled Gloria up.

“Remember this? You caused it.”

The old man gently touched the burn at the junction of his flesh and mechanical body.

Mi Xiaoliu stared at the blue flames in his chest, took a step back, and said nothing.

Then she gripped the giant cannon tightly, charged forward through knee-deep water, and leapt with force—so hard she reached his height in an instant.

The weapon that had been called the “Blue Flame Hand Cannon” transformed into a slender curved blade.

“Misha, come back!”

“Good girl.”

In full view, the cannon in Supreme Heaven’s hand likewise formed a ten-meter-long lightsaber. He raised it high, watching the naive girl crash into his transparent forcefield.

Mi Xiaoliu stored his shield into her inventory.

Then she stabbed her blade straight into Supreme Heaven’s power core.

Shocked, Supreme Heaven swung his sword.

Mi Xiaoliu stored the giant sword into her inventory as well, and in the process, had three of her fingers burned off.

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Author’s Note: Requesting a day off.

These past few days, it’s really not that I’m intentionally slacking off with only 2000 words a day… It’s just that I’ve been inexplicably waking up after only six hours of sleep, still exhausted the entire day, mind foggy, and yet unable to fall back asleep.

It’s not that I don’t want to write—it’s that my brain isn’t functioning properly, and it’s hard to focus, but I still can’t sleep.

Today, my aunt even brought my newborn niece over to my house, and in the evening, a friend—who scheduled this in advance—is coming to have me cut their hair (I have to do it, mainly because it just so happened that this friend asked, and I’d already posted a pre-haircut photo in the group chat—those who saw it know what I mean).

Exhausted, I still forced out 1,500 words, only to realize it was garbage. And tomorrow, more people are coming over to my house…

Seriously, don’t say I’m making excuses or whatever—who uses being tired as an excuse? I’ve pulled 24-hour all-nighters before, but today genuinely feels like the closest I’ve ever been to death…

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