Were you the one who drew us into this?
The Polluted watched silently for a long time, then a slight smile appeared on its lips.
Why weren't you killed then?
"The Polluted asked softly."
"Is it because I'm too weak and insignificant that I'm not worth killing?"
That year, during the A-Rank Polluted calamity, the sole survivor was transformed into a low-level Polluted by the hero who saved her. She was not killed; the hero gazed at her for a long time before finally leaving her behind.
At that time, she had just fallen into Polluted, and her mind seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, her consciousness rising and falling and being pulled. She thought this was the kind of suffering that Polluted would experience. It wasn't until her mind calmed down and her consciousness returned that she learned that Polluted like her were actually rare cases.
It seems no one in the world has noticed the existence of such Polluted.
The Mirror Woman went into hiding, avoiding the world, until she unexpectedly encountered the man who had saved her.
The man had just finished a fierce battle and was resting when he was ambushed by the Polluted. Without thinking, the Mirror Woman attacked. At that time, she was just a weak F-Rank Polluted, while the Polluted opposite her was incredibly powerful. She thought she was going to die, but the next second she appeared in a brightly lit, clean and beautiful shopping mall.
"We fell into this strange place together, and were bothered by the toys here."
"The mall is so big, we've never met, we only knew we existed. I'm sorry, it's not that you couldn't find me, it's that I've been avoiding you."
"I... I can't see you."
"In this vast shopping mall, it was just you and me. You seemed to think that the person who saved you was one of your own kind. I'm sorry, but the one who accompanied you to the end was just a Polluted couldn't stand the light of day."
The Mirror Woman spoke softly, as if catching up with an old friend, the glass wall behind her cold.
"Song Cen, I never imagined you would die so soon..."
The Mirror Woman once hated the brevity of human lifespan and how easily people could die.
That day, she lost her hero.
Before Song Cen died, the closed shopping mall didn't make Mirror Woman realize her loneliness. Only after Song Cen died did she realize that such a place was just as lonely as the rubble and landslide she had once been in.
Therefore, she once thought that the toys in the building often came to fight with her just because they wanted someone to play with them.
She assumed they were also feeling lonely in such a place.
The Mirror Woman tilted her head and looked to the side.
The hero of yesteryear lay quietly beside her. She tilted her head slightly in that direction, almost imperceptibly moving closer, closed her eyes, and bid farewell in her heart.
Goodbye, my hero.
Just then--
"Huh? There's a special Polluted here."
A voice suddenly rang out in the graveyard, echoing through the area.
The Mirror Woman suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze sharp as an eagle's. In the dim light, she could see a figure looming behind a toy, but the graveyard was too dark for her to make out clearly.
The arm shattered into pieces and shot out, but the man easily dodged it, his scrutinizing gaze fixed on the Mirror Woman.
A soft chuckle rang out.
"These are really good materials."
Chapter 128 Did you orchestrate this?
Male, with the Blood Moon symbol, is a superhuman.
He has an ordinary appearance, is not tall, but is agile and strong, especially in his legs. The muscles under the fabric are firm, indicating his explosive power. He is a typical speed-type ability user.
The mirror shards swirled back, quickly piecing themselves together to form an arm. In those few milliseconds of proximity, the Mirror Woman could see who it was through the shards.
The Mirror Woman relaxed slightly; she was just an esper.
Three hundred years of growth, aided by the strange power of the shopping mall, she is no longer the weak F-Rank ability user she once was. More than a hundred years ago, before humans even entered the shopping mall, she broke through the S-Rank barrier and regained her human body. More than a hundred years have passed since then, during which she has been immersed in the strange energy of the shopping mall day and night. Now, she doesn't even know how powerful she has become.
According to what she learned from the humans who entered the building, the highest level of Polluted only appeared four years ago, and that was the S-Rank- level. Humans' abilities evolved much more slowly than those of Polluted, with the highest A-Rank.
He's just a superhuman with good agility.
A hint of displeasure at being disturbed appeared on the Mirror Woman's cold and beautiful face. Her face cracked open, and fragments seemed ready to move, but she forcibly suppressed them and put them back together.
"Roll."
She uttered the word "expel" coldly.
She didn't want to see blood in the cemetery.
The superhuman emerged from behind the toy, his demeanor relaxed and carefree. He chuckled, "Quite the temper, but..."
I don't dislike it.
As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished from the spot like a ghost, so fast that Mirror Woman couldn't even catch him. Only then did Mirror Woman realize that something was wrong. As a superhuman, his movement speed was abnormally fast!
She immediately became alert, but then felt a chill on her neck as it was pulled into a rough hand.
"After all, she's excellent material." A wicked voice whispered in her ear.
Snap--
The Mirror Woman's neck and above shattered into countless fragments, which crashed backward, only to find nothing behind her.
"Again."
The superhuman's voice came from beside the toy in the distance. The toy leisurely wiped the dust off its head, only to be met with more fragmented attacks in response.
Another disappointment.
"Again."
The fragments were more numerous and sharper, and the dark graveyard began to shimmer with silver light.
"Again."
"Again."
"Again..."
The Mirror Woman's entire body turned into fragments, and the flashing light shattered the ceiling, floor, and shop furnishings, turning the vast underground shopping mall into a jumbled mess.
However, the superhuman was completely unharmed.
He was too fast; even the light emitted from the fragments couldn't catch up with him at all!
What level is he exactly? Can a human with speed-type superpowers achieve this level?
The Mirror Woman was secretly alarmed and regretted her arrogance. She had been in the business world for too long and had become a short-sighted frog in a well!
Damn it!
She suddenly stopped, countless fragments hovered in mid-air, and the superhuman also stopped, looking at her with great interest.
He didn't attack; he never attacked, just kept smiling at her, as if confirming the superiority of this material.
Click.
Click click.
Click click click.
The already shattered fragments broke apart again, becoming even smaller fragments, which in turn continued to shatter... Under the dim light, the Polluted crumbled into fine powder, like flowing black pink crystals, shimmering and sparkling. In an instant, the light subsided, and the pink crystals vanished into the air.
prick--
Like the sound of tearing cloth, a long wound was slashed across the superhuman's face. Bang! The wound split open, and the smile remained on the superhuman's face, but the superhuman's head split in two, like a flower petal in full bloom.
prick--
The superhuman's shoulder had collapsed, leaving only a thin layer of skin and flesh.
prick--
The superhuman's waist split open with a deep crack, and his broken spine lost its support, causing his upper body to crash heavily to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the carefree superhuman was transformed into a bloody, mangled doll, and the murder weapon vanished without a trace.
"Ha."
A laugh rang out, the superhuman's body trembled, the air seemed to freeze, and the weapon hidden in the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
The superhuman, who should have died, straightened up, his broken spine automatically joined together, his sunken wounds quickly sutured, his split head merged back together, and his smile returned to normal.
"These are really good materials." The superhuman looked intrigued, adjusting his slumped shoulder and licking his lips. "Ouch, my body hurts so much, but..." He changed the subject, "It's amazing that Polluted can even reach the Monster Level."
The air suddenly trembled violently, and invisible crystal powder condensed into killing intent, attacking the superhuman. However, the next second, they found that the air was as sticky as transparent glue, making it impossible to move, and every tiny crystal had lost control!
What?!
A sense of panic arose in the Mirror Woman's heart as she shattered into fine powder due to the high energy consumption involved.
She struggled fiercely.
"That's enough, any more trouble would be going too far." The smile on the superhuman's face faded, and the instant his smile disappeared, his eyes revealed blatant malice. Mirror Woman shuddered, her body involuntarily transforming back into human form. She gasped for breath, unsure whether her weakness stemmed from exhaustion or from the invisible pressure of her opponent. For a moment, she felt as if she had returned to the time when she had just fallen, weak and powerless.
At that moment, the superhuman's hand reached out towards her, and a strong sense of unease washed over the Mirror Woman. She had a premonition that if this hand touched her, she would lose herself.
A long-lost fear swept over her. She tried to struggle, but found her body stiff. She couldn't even break herself apart. The air was thick and dense, like a dense glue, binding her tightly in place!
Aren't superhumans supposed to be speed-type? Why can they manipulate the air?
A hint of doubt arose in the Mirror Woman's mind, but the rapidly approaching hand prevented her from thinking any further. She watched helplessly as the hand drew closer and closer, and her body finally managed to develop a tiny crack through her efforts, but she could no longer crack further.
It's over.
Her pupils dilated involuntarily.
I told you there was a sound.
A voice suddenly joined in, its slightly cold tone perfectly matching the cemetery's atmosphere.
The voice held a hint of confusion. "What are you doing?"
The sudden appearance of the aura made the superhuman pause. He turned around and saw two figures standing in the graveyard in the dim light.
"..."
He hadn't even noticed when the two people had arrived.
He observed the two of them discreetly.
Ye Jiang ignored the gazes falling on her. Her eyes were lowered as she looked at the chaos in the room. The floor was broken, the shop furnishings were damaged, and the ceiling light was about to fall. It was a terrible, heartbreaking sight.