Weier'aimina Tuk had grown increasingly restless lately.
Ever since the Nineteen King Beasts had attacked Fortress 76 and Black Storm had "died of exhaustion in battle," her mood had become somewhat gloomy.
Even though Wang Jixuan had sent her a message beforehand, telling her that he was merely hiding away to cultivate;
this feeling of being suppressed, forced back by the Blade Beasts, while having no means whatsoever to retaliate, left her feeling utterly powerless.
Even if she wanted to sacrifice something in exchange for power, the Core Circuit had no technical support for anything like that.
The methods Wang Zheng had passed on to her were not attacks she liked at all. Though they allowed her to mobilize her psionic energy more easily, they were far from enough to let her do anything beyond what the Core Circuit permitted.
Spiritual Practitioners were completely shackled by the Core Circuit.
So in the end, there's nothing I can do.
Number Five let out a soft sigh.
She was currently sitting atop a dune near the ruins of Fortress No. 76. A Supply Vehicle was hidden beneath the sand here.
Over the past few months, whenever she felt troubled, she would come here to hide for a while.
No one knew she was here.
As usual, she sat on the crest of the dune and watched the azure sky for a time. Wearing jeans and a batwing top, with short golden hair cut to her ears, she looked like the heroine of some cyberpunk painting, except her eyes carried the melancholy of an artsy young woman.
"Ah."
Number Five sighed softly.
Ding ding.
A notification sounded from inside the Supply Vehicle.
Number Five rolled her neck, lowered her head as she walked down the dune, then leaped into the Supply Vehicle enclosed