Kill Her (Thanks to Corn, Lord Jun for the Alliance Leader)

Silence, stillness, suffocation.

In the hot, foul-smelling underground garage, there had hardly ever been such a crowded moment since its construction—the almost tangible awkwardness piled together, forming a peak that stood between them.

It was like settling into an eighteen-hour long-haul flight, only to discover that the seatmate on the left was an ex-girlfriend you had torn into each other during the breakup, while the seatmate on the right was her current boyfriend.

Utterly inescapable suffocation.

Ji Jue struggled to maintain a smile as he stared at that rapidly healing face, occasionally glancing at Lu Feng, who was about to completely pass out.

His expression twitched.

"You? Ha, what a coincidence. So that's how it is."

Zhu Hong's frozen expression slowly shifted. Between the tears in her face, a long tongue wriggled like a snake. "I was wondering where that familiar scent could possibly come from. So it was you..."

It's me, damn it!

Ji Jue really wanted to introduce himself with his head held high, but Feng Ge's neck was still caught in that thing's hand. His hanging palm twitched slightly, making a gesture. Lu Feng, struggling in mid-air, paused and did not grab the weapon in the holster behind his back.

"What an unexpected delight."

Zhu Hong giggled. Her sharp limbs stripped away Lu Feng's Night Vision Goggles and mask, while the sharp nails of her right hand slowly sank into his neck. Blood seeped out, then vanished beneath the lick of her long tongue.

A faint, intoxicating blush appeared upon her pale face. Her eyes shimmered as she smiled. "What a pity, Little Ji Master. I had wanted to invite you along... But your scent is getting sweeter and sweeter. Wouldn't you consider doing something fun with big sister?

"Who knows? You might even be more successful than big sister."

She studied the young man's face, savoring the panic and fear he tried so hard to conceal in his eyes. She was in no hurry, like a beast watching prey dying in a trap, playing to her heart's content.

"What kind of fun are you in such a hurry to do together?"

Ji Jue forced a smile and casually spouted nonsense. "Queueing for a game? Sure, sure. I'm damn good at jungling!"

Yet his gaze could not help drifting downward... sweeping past those three white, conical objects trembling amid her coquettish laughter, then moving on Without any attachment to settle upon her right hand, which had crushed the Gun Barrel.

Her Wristwatch.

He was briefly dazed.

Under the flickering lights, the exquisite Wristwatch embedded with diamond chips refracted a faint gleam. Delicate yet solemn.

The Navigator logo. Crown Series. Red Wing.

People superstitious enough to believe luxury goods possessed inherent value always liked to say that wearing such a watch was like wearing a real crown.

Enough to make the jewelry of other wealthy wives and noble ladies pale in comparison.

As a top luxury brand from the Southern Continent Empire, the retail price of a commemorative Red Wing model like this was an eye-popping 3.24 million. Yet on the secondhand market, its actual transaction price never fell below five million.

To even take it from a saleswoman at a boutique and look at it, one first had to be a high-level VIP member who had accumulated enough purchases to buy more than ten basic models.

Just seeing it worn made a pauper like Ji Jue smell the fragrance of money.

Untouchably high above.

It was not something a mortal like him, wriggling and crawling through the mud, could ever reach.

"Do you really not understand, little brother?"

Zhu Hong licked her fingertips, her smile growing ever brighter. "It'll feel a little strange at first, but later on, you'll discover what true happiness really is."

Her long tongue licked the bloody fluid on her face. She looked so bewitching, like a flower blooming from blood.

"How wonderful."

Ji Jue Couldn't help but murmur softly.

"Hm?" Zhu Hong was slightly stunned. Seeing him suddenly drift off, she Don't know what trick he was playing.

"I mean, having money must feel amazing, right?"

Ji Jue Sighed, raising his head to look at her face with utter focus and seriousness. "You must be rich. Very rich. Richer than I imagined."

That was precisely why he could not understand, why he felt lost, why he simply...

Couldn't fucking make sense of it at all!

She could casually wear something that How Many People could never touch in their entire lives, turning the wealth Ji Jue dreamed of into a string of insignificant numbers...

Was that not enough?

What was she after?

Did she have some grand ideal or great wish that could only be fulfilled by chewing upon the corpses of her own kind?

Was it worth creating hell, worth turning herself into this?

He could not understand it at all.

Nor did he want to.

Ji Jue Sighed. "Forget it."

"...What did you say?" Zhu Hong asked blankly.

"I said, dream the fuck on!"

Ji Jue raised his voice, no longer able to restrain his fury. "I've fought people, competed with people, measured myself against people my whole life—not to turn into some ghost thing like you!"

"—I'd rather die!"

In the sudden dead silence, Ji Jue abruptly raised his hand and aimed at her face.

He abandoned all pretense and stalling.

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger!

The only response was a scornful sneer.

Slow.

Far too slow!

After surviving the Giant Serpent's strangulation, Ji Jue was already on the verge of death. First there had been the giant python's entanglement, then the impact of the high-voltage current. He had nearly exhausted all his Spiritual Substance; now, he barely even had the strength to stand.

Let alone whether his trembling, convulsing arm could aim straight.

Even with the muzzle pointed at her, Zhu Hong did not care in the slightest. Instead, she mockingly raised her arm and placed Lu Feng in front of the Gun Barrel.

Full of Expectation, she admired the expression Lu Feng would wear when his good brother killed him with his own hand.

Dullness. Shock. Bewilderment.

But not despair!

On the contrary, in that instant of realization, a smile appeared on that blood-smeared face.

Because there was no gunshot.

There was only a click—the crisp sound of the firing pin striking empty air. The Hunter Pistol only held twelve rounds, and Ji Jue had already emptied it during the support fire and his struggle against the giant python!

You really got me there, Little Ji!

At that critical moment, iron light suddenly slid from the sleeve of Lu Feng's limp arm and fell into his clenched fingers. Without hesitation, he thrust the dagger at Zhu Hong!

"Seeking death!!!" Zhu Hong roared, the fingers clutching Lu Feng's neck abruptly closing.

But before that, something else Sounded first—a deafening roar!

And it was Close at hand!

It came from the Shotgun still clutched tightly in Lu Feng's Other Hand. Though its Gun Barrel had already been bent and crushed, the shells in its chamber still roared forth, bringing about a thoroughly satisfying... chamber explosion!

Blood sprayed. White bone was exposed in Lu Feng's gun-holding hand, while the shattered chamber and bullet fragments fell over both of them like a torrential downpour.

At last, a scream Sounded.

From Zhu Hong.

Lu Feng fell to the ground. An aberrant, savage, sharp hand was still stuck around his neck, but it had been severed cleanly at the wrist! In the same spot, Zhu Hong stood half-covered in blood, howling and roaring in sudden agony.

At the same time, a mournful cry, like something on the verge of death, also Sounded.

It came from beneath Ji Jue's hand. His Left Hand, wearing the Wristwatch, had already pressed against the Giant Serpent's remains.

[External active Aberrant Spirit Essence detected. Extract?]

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Fucking yes!!!

From the flowing light of the Matrix, crimson color burst from the charred flesh and blood remains. It screamed like a worm and fell into Ji Jue's hand, only to be drained dry by the Wristwatch in an instant.

The number that had fallen to 0 began skyrocketing, climbing Once again. Don't know how much human blood it had drunk or how many lives it had devoured, but merely a small portion was enough to raise the number to its limit of 99.

"You think you're the only one who can transform?!"

Ji Jue roared, raising the Wristwatch on his arm. "I CAN TOO!!!"

With the last of his remaining strength, he lunged forward, grabbed the Cross Cone from his pocket, and drove it into another Close at hand... electrical outlet!

Almost suicide!

No, it was suicide.

When the current Once again surged out without obstruction and rushed into Ji Jue's body, countless error windows Emerged before his eyes.

[Error][Error][Error][Error]

[Temporary worker detected to be in mortal danger... Calling Stations within the surrounding area, no signal response. Calling Headquarters Support Center, no signal response...]

At last came the appearance of a lifeline.

[Temporary Worker Emergency Survival Protocol activated]

Click!

The number on the Wristwatch suddenly reversed.

This time, Ji Jue finally felt what the Protocol's activation looked like. The Matrix that could once drain a monster's soul burst forth from the watch, following Ji Jue's body and covering everything. It even spread inward, enveloping his soul, penetrating it, implanting itself, merging with him as one!

As if it had always been so...

And within the Matrix's cover, Ji Jue's once elusive and distant ability rapidly rose, Emerged, and Turned into something tangible. Like a star ignited within his soul, it shone with Blazing Light.

The world seemed to come to an abrupt halt. Everything fell silent.

Within that frozen state, Ji Jue's consciousness seemed to break free from time, freely able to Look down upon everything: the flying blood, the falling Lu Feng, the enraged Zhu Hong, and even more.

More presences that had been here all along, yet had been completely overlooked by everyone!

The light tubes, electrical outlets, cables, ventilation fan, mobile phones, and even a genuine, unmistakable Colossal creature.

—That enormous Big Truck, its cargo bed already more than half filled with equipment!

Ji Jue Looked towards the truck.

The truck's headlights flashed, Emitting light, as though it too were looking at him. It gazed humbly, waited respectfully, prayed devoutly, waited, pleaded, devoutly.

A wordless kowtow.

Ji Jue issued an order: [Kill her.]

The truck was overjoyed.

The engine roared, the fuel line trembled, the driveshaft howled, the radiator sang, the wheels praised, and the frame played hymns through its shuddering—cheering, shouting, shrieking in ecstasy.

As though its silent soul had finally learned the most important duty of its life, its greatest meaning, the unbreakable Truth and eternal justice of the world.

It said: [As you command.]

At that instant, a violent howl was Stirred up by the trembling of countless machines in operation.

From the world's only Truth and command, sparks Splattered, pistons moved, the engine ran wildly at the cost of self-destruction, sparks flew from the driveshaft, and an ear-splitting horn Sounded from Close at hand—yet even it could not drown out the shriek Stirred up by the tires against the ground.

The dazzling headlights illuminated the crimson upon Zhu Hong's face.

Filling those burning red eyes with Blazing Light.

Then, from a dead stop, it accelerated to 210 kilometers per hour in just two meters. The South Wind Truck, weighing twenty-six tons under full load, spread unseen wings, its Formless embrace opening wide.

And pulled Zhu Hong into its arms!

—BOOM!!!!