A Math Problem with the Wrong Answer

Narancia didn't have time to think about it too much.

Because the light energy has already rapidly condensed on the Sun Disc at the top of the tower, the blazing "sun" has taken shape again.

Soon, the deadly light projectiles, coalescing into a cluster, silently appeared on the Sun Disc.

The first energy blast is about to hit:

The dazzling light suddenly intensified, illuminating the dimly lit streets along the way.

Fugo, focused on his escape, couldn't turn back, but he could still discern from the constantly changing light patterns on the ground that the energy blast would be launched.

"Coming right away!"

Fugo's heart was pounding.

He was like an extreme athlete performing a high-wire act on a skyscraper; even with prior planning and preparation, he still couldn't change the enormous danger hidden in every step.

"Now!"

With a loud shout, Fugo leaped forward with all his might.

He had already calculated his escape route, and the thing that could help him block the light projectiles was just ahead:

It's just two large roadside trees.

They were positioned one after the other along his escape route, which helped him block the bombardment of the light bullets.

So, the instant the first energy blast locked onto him and hurtled out, Fugo leaped up and rolled behind a roadside tree.

The light projectile does not bend; it will only hurtle straight toward its target.

If Fugo happens to be hiding behind a large tree when it locks onto him, it will bombard that tree exactly as Fugo has planned.

Just like now.

The light bullet struck the tree trunk directly.

The sturdy tree trunk crumbled inch by inch amidst a series of alarming cracking sounds.

But Fugo, using the tree as cover, escaped unharmed and continued his escape. The energy of the light blast was absorbed by the tree trunk, without being released onto the ground or creating any new damage to the surface.

"It was a success!"

Having successfully blocked the first blast of light, Fugo quickly seized the opportunity to continue his escape.

He ran very fast, but the speed at which he accumulated light energy was equally fast.

Soon, just a second later, Fugo once again noticed the "little sun" about to emerge behind him from the bright light reflected from the ground.

"Here comes the second shot."

Fugo counted silently in his mind.

Most of the pedestrians around were ignoring the strange man running desperately along the roadside. Only Narancia was chasing closely behind, could see the deadly light floating on the tower and understand Fugo's dangerous situation of walking on the edge of death.

So, it's 30% fate and 70% hard work.

Before the second energy blast could be fired, he leaped forward and quickly hid behind the second large roadside tree that stood right in the middle of his escape route.

The light bullets struck again.

The intense light bombarded the thick tree trunk that protected Fugo without reservation.

The bark was torn, sawdust flew everywhere, and the whole tree was trembling.

"The second shot was blocked."

"The third shot is coming soon."

Narancia, who was chasing behind, was filled with anxiety and worry for Fugo.

According to Fugo's previous calculations, in order to run the 20 meters safely without any problems, he would have to block 3 to 4 light flares along the way.

In other words, he will face at least three light blasts.

Now, only two light bullets have been blocked.

But the last 8 meters or so ahead of Fugo was completely empty; there were no trees or anything to block the light projectiles.

Narancia's heart tightened involuntarily.

Even though he had already vaguely sensed Fugo's plan.

At this point, Fugo showed no intention of giving up halfway.

Even though the space ahead was still empty, he continued to run forward desperately.

At the same time, the third luminous bullet condensed and took shape on the spire several meters behind it.

The light reflected from the ground is becoming increasingly bright, which means that the energy accumulating on the Sun Disc is increasing.

When this energy rapidly accumulates to its peak, he will face this deadly attack, capable of tearing through steel, without any cover.

Fugo involuntarily held his breath.

He was gambling, gambling that his plan would work, gambling that his "savior" would arrive before the third luminous bomb hit.

There was no third object on the road ahead to help him block the light projectiles, so he had to find a "shield" that would appear in front of him on its own.

Yes, the shield that Fugo pinned his hopes on will "appear on its own."

At this critical moment, just as the energy blast was about to hit Fugo...

Sizzle!

A slightly harsh screech of brakes followed.

A taxi suddenly cut in front of Fugo, almost blocking his way.

"Sir, there's no need for you to be in such a hurry."

The taxi driver, looking through the half-open window, said to Fugo with some confusion:

"I already saw your wave in the rearview mirror, you don't need to rush to catch up."

"Just stand still where you are, and I'll come and get you."

"Hey, wait a minute."

As the distance drew closer, the driver finally noticed Fugo's bloodied left arm:

"Do you need to go to the hospital for your hand?"

Fugo didn't answer, but his eyes lit up:

This taxi was his mobile "shield."

Taxis come to you as soon as you wave them down; it couldn't be more convenient.

Unfortunately, by the time Fugo noticed the taxi passing by, it had already driven more than ten meters past him.

That's why he was running desperately in this direction while waving his arms exaggeratedly ahead, hoping that the taxi driver would see him, a passenger in urgent need, in the rearview mirror.

Fortunately, Fugo won his gamble.

The taxi appeared in front of him just in time, providing him with a perfect steel shield.

More than just a shield, a car that's running, has a driver in place, and is protected by steel plates is now a tank that can carry him perfectly out of the war zone.

The light blast would definitely be absorbed by the car's steel plates, and all he had to do was let the driver step on the gas, so he could hide inside the car and safely make his way through the remaining 8 meters.

"Drive!"

Fugo shouted nervously.

He quickly opened the car door and jumped into the front passenger seat of the taxi.

At this moment, the third light-emitting bullet was already hurtling straight towards Fugo.

Thanks to the timely appearance of the taxi Fugo's agility, the third luminous blast ultimately struck the side of the taxi.

Snap—

A chilling sound of metal shattering came from the taxi's steel exterior, as the energy of the light blast spread rampantly within the metal body.

Then came another loud bang of a tire exploding.

The entire taxi trembled.

"What?"

The taxi driver was terrified.

He couldn't see the terrifying Sun Disc; all he could feel was that his taxi, his livelihood, had been inexplicably and severely damaged.

"What happened? What did you do?!"

The driver instinctively questioned Fugo.

Those strange noises just now all happened when Fugo suddenly jumped into the car.

Could it be that this handsome young man showing off his muscles in a crop top is actually a human tank, crushing the car with his sheer weight?

He even had such an absurd idea in his mind.

But Fugo had no time to explain the driver's confusion; he just wanted to escape this awful place as quickly as possible.

"No time to explain, drive!"

Fugo roared hysterically.

He didn't even have time to wait for the driver to react before sending his double Purple Haze, to "help".

Purple Haze pressed down on the driver's leg, which was pressing the pedal, with one hand, and used the other to shift gears. Then she slammed on the accelerator, and finally...

Snap!

An even more alarming sound came from the chassis.

The entire taxi then began to shake violently.

The engine was roaring, but the car showed no sign of moving forward.

"This"

The taxi driver was startled by this sudden turn of events:

"The bearing is broken!"

"What exactly hit the car just now? How did it get like this?"

He was terrified by a series of bizarre phenomena.

And in the midst of this conversation, the mysterious force that this ordinary man feared struck again—after all, Fugo had been in the car for more than a second, and the fourth light bomb was already brewing.

The light blast poured relentlessly onto the steel roof, tearing a gruesome hole through the thin sheet.

"Damn it."

Fugo's expression changed drastically.

He knew that his plan had failed.

The taxi was rendered immobile by a single energy blast, so staying in the immobile vehicle was tantamount to waiting to die.

"We have no choice but to give it our all!"

Fugo pursed his lips tightly, his eyes burning with fury as he looked at the final eight meters ahead.

It's impossible for him to just sit and wait for death. If he had to start over, he probably wouldn't have the same physical strength or the same opportunities as he does now.

Now that he had come this far, he had no choice but to keep moving forward.

"Purple Haze, remove the car door!"

Fugo jumped out of the taxi without hesitation.

Purple Haze ripped off the fairly thick car door and followed closely like a loyal shield-bearer.

Forward, ever forward!

There are no plans, and there will be no further assistance.

All he has to do now is withstand the relentless bombardment and run those last eight meters, that perilous final stretch.

Fugo is running at full speed.

Purple Haze stood guard behind him, holding a shield.

The fifth light-emitting bullet roared out and blasted straight at Fugo's back.

"Stop them!"

The first requirement for this escape is to ensure that the light blasts do not fall to the ground.

Without hesitation, Fugo ordered his Stand to pick up the car door that had just been removed and use it to block the light bullets coming from behind.

Bang!

The light bullet struck the car door directly.

An invisible energy burst forth in the shadows, instantly twisting and deforming the car door.

The force was so powerful that even with Purple Haze's robust physique and the protection of the car door shield, she still staggered and took a step back.

This stumble is nothing to worry about.

But if this stumble were to be felt by Fugo, who was running at full speed, it could be fatal.

"Ah!"

He cried out in surprise and tumbled to the ground.

At this moment, he was only one meter away from escaping the attack range.

"Damn it. At a time like this."

Fugo awkwardly straightened up on the ground.

The light projected from behind had become incredibly bright.

He knew it was too late to run now:

The sixth luminous bomb has already arrived.

If this sixth luminous blast hits the ground, it will immediately create new damaged surfaces.

In this way, his escape became completely meaningless, and everything returned to the way it was at the beginning.

However, Fugo currently has no "shield" that he can use.

He couldn't possibly use himself and Purple Haze to withstand an attack of that magnitude—

If a single blow could result in serious injury or disability, then the enemy would actually achieve their operational objective.

At this moment, Fugo could only watch helplessly as that intensely bright light took away his last hope.

All the previous struggles and efforts have come to naught.

The sixth light flare has arrived.

"Oh"

Fugo's expression turned deathly pale:

"The sixth shot, the answer is actually six shots."

"In the end, I didn't get this math problem right either."

He looked up at the sky and sighed, as if he had given up on everything in exhaustion and despair.

However, at that very moment, just as the sixth luminous bullet was launched...

A figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

The slender figure stood straight in front of Fugo, like a towering wall that suddenly rose up.

Fugo's expression changed, becoming incredibly agitated:

"Narancia, what are you doing following me?"

"Get out of my way! You'll be seriously injured!"

"Fugo".

Narancia remained standing still.

"My math is terrible, so bad that I can't even figure out how many light blasts you'll be attacked by."

"However, what I can calculate is..."

The "little sun" behind him was rapidly approaching, outlining Narancia's figure in a golden hue:

"I can block one for you."