Plan to Escape the Tower

In a life-or-death situation, with Narancia's help, Fugo found the crucial answer:

"That tower can only appear on a broken road!"

"So, that means..."

"As long as I keep the road surface within a 20-meter radius around me intact, that tower won't be able to attack me!"

Fugo narrowly avoided the light blast again, but his flushed, sweat-covered face shone with a unique radiance of having survived a desperate situation.

But that brilliance dimmed in an instant.

Because he inadvertently saw the ground beneath his feet and the cracks left on the ground by the "little sun" that he had just narrowly avoided.

"The ground has been destroyed by the energy blast!"

Fugo's breathing suddenly became somewhat heavy.

He suddenly realized that although escaping the tower's pursuit seemed simple, it would actually be extremely difficult in practice:

Because the Sun Disc's energy attack simply couldn't be stopped.

Those powerful light blasts should never be taken head-on, but if you dodge them like he just did, the light blasts that miss will crash into the ground, destroy the ground, and create new "tower bases".

Meanwhile, Purple Haze's wide-open jumping style would trample the ground into a mess when she took off and landed.

In this way...

New broken roads always appear around Fugo, and the Sun Disc always appears on the "base" closest to Fugo.

No matter how he runs, he can't escape the tower's attack range.

"Damn it."

"If I want to get rid of this damn tower, I have to make sure there are no broken pavements around me."

"This means that I can no longer use Purple Haze's violent leaps to help me escape, and I can only rely on my own two legs to run away."

"At the same time, I can't dodge the light bullet attack, and I can't let the light bullet miss its target."

"But."

With Purple Haze's help, Fugo narrowly escaped the light bombardment for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

But his body and mind began to show signs of fatigue, and his furrowed brows were filled with seriousness.

"To withstand that level of attack during a 20-meter escape route, one must also ensure that they are not seriously injured by the energy blasts."

He clearly recognized the difficulty of this matter.

At this moment, Fugo had already vaguely given up on the escape plan in his mind.

"Narancia!"

He seized the brief moment when the Sun Disc was condensing light projectiles, and said to Narancia with tension and helplessness:

"I'm afraid I can't get rid of this damn disc."

"Now that you're not targeted by the enemy and can move freely, perhaps..."

Just as Fugo was about to place all his hopes for breaking the deadlock on this reliable companion, and asked Narancia to abandon him and go find the enemy's true form, the ball of light on the Sun Disc condensed into shape once again.

The light bullets came whistling in, the attack still swift and fierce.

Fugo tried his best to dodge, but ultimately, due to the mental turmoil and physical exhaustion, he was slightly slower.

This time, he was unable to completely dodge the light bullet attack.

The golden ball of light barely grazed Fugo's left arm. Although it was technically just a "graze," the strange energy had already caused enormous damage to his flesh and blood.

"Ah!"

A cry of pain.

Blood gushed out, and the wound reopened.

His left arm muscles were like the ground that had just cracked silently, tearing apart inch by inch from the inside.

If it weren't for the resilience of the outer skin and fat that barely maintained its overall shape, that arm would probably look extremely horrifying.

Fugo's left arm hung limply at his sides, and the muscles in his face twisted and contorted with the sudden, intense pain.

"Fugo!"

Narancia nervously stepped forward.

"Don't come any closer!"

Despite the excruciating pain, Fugo managed to shout:

"Don't worry about me! Finding the enemy's main body is the most important thing now!"

"Go quickly. I'll hold on here."

Narancia pursed his lips tightly:

Abandoning Fugo and directly searching for the enemy's main body is indeed a viable option.

However, he could tell that, given Fugo's current exhausted and injured state, it was unlikely that he could endure the continuous bombardment of light bullets until he could find and defeat the enemy.

"I refuse!"

"This is gambling with your life."

"But I have no way. No, it's impossible for me to win the bet before you die."

Narancia's attitude gradually became more resolute:

"Let's run! We'll definitely find a way to get rid of this damn tower!"

"Shake it off?"

Fugo dodged awkwardly amidst the relentless barrage of light bullets.

Sensing Narancia's resolute attitude, he suddenly felt that perhaps he shouldn't give up the struggle so quickly:

"All right."

"If we want to get rid of this tower, we have to block all the light projectiles that are coming at me and not let them miss and hit the ground."

"Since I can no longer use the Purple Haze to jump and escape, at my current fastest sprint speed, it will take me about 3 to 4 seconds to run 20 meters."

"And according to my observation just now, the Sun Disc attacks about once per second."

"In other words, I have to find a way to catch it while I'm running away."

"3.5 light bullets?"

Narancia instinctively answered the question first.

"."

Fugo choked on his words.

But this familiar feeling actually eased his despair just right, and gave him an inexplicable courage to challenge the impossible:

"It's 3 or 4."

"The outcome is still uncertain; it's not something I can predict right now."

Fugo's tone became inexplicably calm, as if he was already confident about this plan to leave the tower.

But even with Narancia's mathematical abilities, he could calculate it:

There's a big difference between 3 and 4.

Each additional orb of light will exponentially increase the difficulty of escaping.

Fugo had no way of knowing how many times he would be shot during his escape, so he could only concentrate on observing his surroundings and do his best to find something that could help him withstand the energy blasts.

"We must accept the light bomb."

"But we definitely can't use our bodies or substitutes to take the hit, otherwise it will be either death or serious injury."

"Therefore, I must find at least three objects within this 20-meter range that can help me block that kind of attack."

"But it's not easy to find a 'shield' that can withstand that level of attack and prevent the energy of the light projectile from spilling onto the ground."

Amidst the calm words, a bullet grazed just past Fugo as he struggled to dodge.

The ball of light, having missed its target, created a shocking crack in the ground, silently confirming Fugo's statement.

Fugo, meanwhile, looked around and muttered calculations to himself:

"If you run in that direction, there are exactly two roadside trees within a 20-meter distance."

"The trunks of these two roadside trees are thick enough to each help block one light blast."

"Since that's the case..."

Fugo's gaze subtly shifted, becoming serious, resolute, and filled with a sense of determination:

Let's go now!

The high-hanging Sun Disc continues to accumulate energy.

The solidified "mini-sun" rapidly took shape, ready to unleash a deadly light-energy attack.

Fugo, on the other hand, cast a much more determined gaze into the direction he had locked onto, and without hesitation, charged off down the street into the distance.

"Huh? Wait a minute."

Narancia was slightly taken aback, but quickly snapped back to reality.

He looked in the direction Fugo had fled and:

"The roadside trees, there are clearly only two roadside trees in this direction that can help block the light bullets."

"That third light bullet."

He clenched his fists and chased after them with a heavy heart.

"And how will you stop them, Fugo?"

Fugo didn't have time to tell Narancia what he was planning.

And just as Narancia had feared, he didn't have time to think of a way to guarantee his safety.

Faced with the relentless attacks of light energy, he had to seize that sliver of hope before he lost his life.

Now is the best time for him to fight his way out.

So, without hesitation, Fugo fled in the direction he had chosen.

He endured the pain, tensed his muscles, and used all his strength to unleash the fastest sprint he could achieve.

Meanwhile...

Under Narancia's puzzled and worried gaze, Fugo suddenly raised his arm and waved it exaggeratedly at the road in front of him.

It's like greeting someone.

"Um?"

Narancia, who was in hot pursuit, was filled with worry.

But upon witnessing this inexplicable scene, he seemed to vaguely realize something.