Freya on the Offensive (1)

"Damn it, did I break him? I was being so careful." Freya sighed regretfully. When she realized Sam had gone mad and could no longer communicate, frustration welled up in her. At the same time, she was secretly grateful that a great deity had granted her extraordinary powers. She was no longer as fragile as an ordinary person. With a thought, the Bone Claw snapped shut around Sam. His breathing stopped at once. Bones shattered throughout his body, broken ribs drove deep into his organs, and his lungs were squeezed until every last bit of air was forced out...

Five seconds later, Freya released the Bone Claw, and Sam's corpse dropped to the floor like a rag doll.

Freya did not panic after killing Sam. She looked at the ghastly corpse, blood streaming from every opening in his face, as though he were no different from the little mice she had stepped on as a child.

Meanwhile, in the dormitory provided by the Anomalies Bureau, Green was still watching Freya. It was rather like watching a live reality show.

Freya's actions made Green see her in a new light. "I never thought this little girl would be so decisive about killing. She has talent, opportunity, and a ruthless streak. I wonder how far she'll go."

Freya's lips curled upward. "So he's dead. Everyone at that Police Station is in league with him anyway. I'll go ask them where my sister is."

At the nearby Police Station, the officer on duty was leafing through an illustrated book. Public order in the Upper District was good, and patrols covered the streets at night, so the station was hardly needed. Keeping someone on duty each night was just a formality—and a convenient excuse to give the officers a bonus.

It was Aliov's turn