Chapter 146
by Need_More_SleepChapter 146: I’m So Awesome
Seizing the moment Okulet’s ability failed, Mi Xiaoliu leaped onto the trunk of a roadside landscaping tree, using its recoil to catapult herself a mere ten meters into the air toward a narrow path.
Learned from cartoons—turns out it’s shorter than her normal jump.
Upon landing, she zigzagged away at top speed, the whoosh of air rushing past her ears.
Watching the Black-Clothed One vanish a hundred meters in an instant, Okulet lazily raised his right hand and made a grasping motion.
Mi Xiaoliu’s vision blurred—and the next second, she was back in the courtyard, Okulet’s hand already resting on her shoulder.
“Master, the Little Demon King is one of the world’s top-tier Level 5 ability users. His power erases any matter—what he just did was erase the space between you two.” Sasha reported like a bootlicker. “Six years ago, his maximum range was measured at a 60-kilometer radius… Oh, and Master, don’t go for the kill. He’s not a bad guy.”
This was the first time she’d ever volunteered intel on an enemy.
“Mmm.” Mi Xiaoliu grabbed the hand on her shoulder and kicked backward.
Okulet, with his Level 3 Intuition, dodged preemptively with a large step back.
“I just want to talk.”
But Mi Xiaoliu didn’t stop. At close quarters, she launched into a flurry of hand-to-hand combat.
Last time I stood there listening, Wei Shi yelled at me.
Okulet recognized the moves—police close-combat techniques copied from watching Little White Whale. But her form was sloppy, her repertoire limited to a few repetitive strikes, and her mechanics far from textbook.
Yet the sheer force behind those tiny fists sent painful gusts of wind whipping past. Brute strength could compensate for any lack of skill.
With his Intuition, decent physique, and ability-assisted counters, Okulet barely held his ground. Unlike his usual style, he didn’t outright sever her limbs—partly because his power would just fizzle against her anyway.
“Where did your blue flames come from?” He swept her legs and pinned her down.
Then got yeeted one-handed, barely recovering with a breakfall.
This kid doesn’t listen.
Intuition wasn’t clairvoyance—just a vague sense of incoming attacks, like an exclamation mark over a monster’s head in games.
It signaled what was coming, maybe even the direction, but not how to dodge. Like seeing the warning before a boss fires a full-screen laser.
Real life wasn’t balanced for players to win.
At first, Okulet dodged flawlessly. But Mi Xiaoliu was too fast—by the time he processed one attack, the next was already inbound.
It felt like that Undertale’s Genocide route, Sans’ fight—except instead of carefully choreographed patterns, it was just unhinged windmill punches backed by gorilla strength.
So when one slipped through—
THUD.
The punch to his chest sent him flying like a tourist-kicked Emei Mountain monkey, smashing through three of his neighbor’s walls before crash-landing in their backyard.
The world’s top-tier powerhouse suddenly looked like fodder.
The sudden turn of events left the bodyguards momentarily stunned. The new recruits silently shook their heads—Leave the job of protecting the house to us professionals. Why did this pretty boy have to show off?
“Sasha, I won. I’m so awesome.” Mi Xiaoliu straightened up proudly.
She seemed… smug? He didn’t even use his main ability.
Sasha was speechless.
“Capture her! Alive!” Shen Qing barked orders.
The deafening crash of Okulet smashing through walls had lights flickering on across the neighborhood. Residents peeked out their windows—only to slam them shut and kill the lights the moment they spotted the Black-Clothed One.
None dared send their own bodyguards out, terrified of drawing attention.
At least 70% of Fanzui City’s wealthy elite had shady pasts. The Black-Clothed One, known for executing scum, was someone they’d rather avoid.
The Lasvedos heard it too.
When Mi Xiaoliu glimpsed a certain window lighting up—Gloria, in pajamas, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she pushed the curtains aside—her victorious high evaporated. She bolted.
Bloodline Supremacy.
The bodyguards weren’t about to let her waltz out.
Amid the chaos, no one noticed a button camera slipping through Okulet’s ajar door, gently bumping into the small robot in a bedroom.
A minute later, a woman with clown makeup floated in, arms raised as if climbing an invisible rope—pulled along by a perfectly ordinary pen.
At the rooftop, she let go. The pen darted through a crack like it had a mind of its own, while she acrobatically swung into a fourth-floor window.
The pen circled back, joining the button in nudging the robot.
Then—shadow tendrils coiled around her.
Damn it! The Clown Girl panicked. I was so careful!
With her free hand, she grabbed the robot and hurled it through the window.
Glass shattered. Defying physics, the bot didn’t arc downward—it shot horizontally into the night.
“Caught a little thief,” Shen Qing remarked from the first floor, not even glancing up.
“The Black-Clothed One?” Okulet limped over, clutching his ribs.
“Gone.” Shen Qing hesitated, then added, “Teleported. Used spatial abilities.”
Unlike the new hires, she’d been transferred directly from the Lasvedo estate—a servant since before the mistress struck it rich. She knew exactly who called the shots.
Most civilians didn’t even recognize the Lasvedo name—supernatural cops operated under secrecy. But the mistress had elevated the surname in recent years.
“She couldn’t have gone far.” Okulet’s gaze sharpened in the distance.
Then his radio crackled:
“Boss, the thief Shen Qing caught says she’s got the Second Young Miss.”
Okulet froze.
———
Meanwhile, Mi Xiaoliu—who couldn’t actually teleport—had simply vanished from their perspective.
Hayato Shigenobu pedaled the shared bike away, panting heavily.
Of course, he hadn’t bothered to properly scan the QR code to unlock it—he’d just pried the lock open with brute force.
The “panting” wasn’t due to poor physical condition. The guy could crank out 150 push-ups in one go, putting him ahead of 90% of his peers.
No, it was ability overuse. He felt drained.
Supernatural abilities didn’t operate on neat game-like cooldowns.
Normally, his time-stop lasted five seconds max, with a similar cooldown. But if he cut the duration short, the cooldown shrank too.
It worked like regular exercise—push too hard, and you need a break. Go easy, and recovery’s quicker.
And in dire situations? You could push past your limits.
Not that breaking the limit once meant staying that strong forever. It was like outriding a bear chasing you—you’ll pedal like hell then, but good luck hitting that speed again.
Still, consistent training did yield progress. Though some could train their whole lives and see no gains.
Ten-plus seconds.
Hayato had never sustained his ability this long. Stars danced in his vision—he felt one breath away from keeling over.
Mi Xiaoliu, perched in the bike’s front basket (No rear seat available), tilted her head in confusion.
Easier to move a bike than a car during time-stop.
“You sure know how to stir up trouble, little sis.” Hayato flashed a lopsided grin, then glanced up at the small robot streaking across the sky.
“I’m sorry.” Mi Xiaoliu lowered her head.
“Sorry? Let me kiss you, and I’ll forgive you.” His smirk turned downright sleazy.
Mi Xiaoliu turned away, ignoring him. Sasha and Heli both said no to stuff like this with boys.
“Kidding. I’d rather not get shot by the boss.” He refocused on pedaling.
He hadn’t just randomly spawned here to rescue her.
The boss had ordered him to surveil the Little Demon King’s home—specifically, that robot. With strict instructions to time-stop every time he looked its way, lest his gaze tip someone off.
But what’s the point of observing in frozen time? Everything’s just… stuck.
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