Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 26 Now, I am even weaker

An inexplicable sense of déjà vu and an inexplicable level of proficiency.

Maybe I dreamed about it, or maybe I was just lucky...

This kind of thing is fine anyway.

Susie sneered, raised her eyes, clasped her five fingers together, and held the knight's sword in one hand.

The blade flipped and pointed at the already sweaty werewolf.

The fluency and ease of mastery that have been honed through thousands of trials are manifested unintentionally.

Susie took a step forward, and a rare but tenacious energy burst out from the soles of her feet.

This kind of good luck that may only come once in half a lifetime, this kind of infinite thing that can never be reproduced, this kind of... a little charity that flows out from the fingers of disgusting and ruthless fate.

"——I don't need it!"

There are no hidden tricks or fancy moves, and no longer any reliance on instinctive déjà vu.

Susie moved straight forward, slashing the sword straight down from top to bottom.

Qi runs through the whole body.

Behead fairly and squarely!

The werewolf could clearly see the trajectory of the sword, but could not dodge it.

He only had time to hold the sword across his chest.

Then, tremendous force descended upon his arms and body.

How could a girl who looks so thin possess such powerful strength!
The werewolf's eyes were bloodshot, and he tried to push away the knight's sword, but he was completely unable to move.

He could only watch as that solemn little face kept approaching, the blade pressing the broadsword to his chest…

Then, it broke with a loud bang!
The sword blade cut through the werewolf's clothes at an extremely fast speed, grazed his chest, leaving a long and narrow blood mark, and finally, wedged heavily into the snow.

opportunity!

The werewolf's eyes turned cold, and he subconsciously wanted to cut Susie's throat, who was exhausted.

But in the end he just collapsed on the snow and sighed.

"I lost."

If you lose, you lose, no matter what tricks the other party uses.

What's more, this girl took me down head-on.

Defeated by a girl in her early teens...

Ha, shame on you, werewolf.

The werewolf picked up the blade fragment on the ground, stretched out his right hand, and wanted to chop off the little finger on it, but the iron piece was bounced away by the cold sword blade.

"unnecessary."

Susie turned around, looked back sideways, and spoke coldly.

The cold and thin sunlight passed through the golden hair and fell into the werewolf's stunned black pupils.

"I have already cut it for you."

At this time, the werewolf discovered that there was a clear blood mark slowly emerging from the skin on the little finger of his left hand.

Swish!
The blade was sheathed and the thumb dropped into the snow.

Susie looked at the young man who was clapping and cheering not far away and smiled gently.

"Good, good fight! That's the way to fight, or rather, the only way to fight!"

Yuan Qingzhuo hugged the thugs who dared not speak out and cheered loudly, so the rest of the thugs all started to clap and applaud sporadically.

What about those who don’t applaud?
They have all fallen into a quality sleep like babies.

They were a group of pure puppet soldiers who were beaten and abandoned their weapons.

Yuan Qingzhuo jumped down from the stairs and patted Susie's little head vigorously: "You are truly a congenital martial arts saint. You can perform so well in your first actual combat. It's more like dancing than martial arts!"

"I'm so happy that I want to start performing the old three tricks."

Susie curled the corners of her mouth, but a faint worry arose in her heart.

Why, this scene seems to have happened many times...

"All right, little inmates, follow me to the mayor's place for labor reform and make a fresh start."

Yuan Qingzhuo showed a kind smile, which made the gangsters, who had no idea what they had been through, shudder.

Those who were able to move hurriedly followed him, while those who were unable to move were carried up one by one, even if they were lying dead.

Afterwards, Susie saw Yuan Qingzhuo run over and say something to the werewolf, making him stand up willingly.

The sense of déjà vu reappeared, this time it was…

——Sister Hydra will appear and say, "Why did it take so long to cure those small fry? It's really troublesome."

Susie thought.

"Why did it take so long to cure this bunch of trash? It's really annoying!"

Hydra poked his head out of the door and yelled something, then looked at the dazed Susie and shrank back.

Surprisingly, it really happened.

Susie stood there, a little dazed.

What is going on here?
Are these things what I have experienced?
She saw Yuan Qingzhuo speaking and doing things as she had expected, and saw the birds falling and taking off as she had expected.

Everything was determined by her premonition, as if there were invisible threads controlling the world.

The indescribable chill creeps up little by little like a maggot on the tarsal bone, seeping into the skin, flesh and bone marrow, even though the sun is so warm and bright...

But Susie felt as if she had suddenly fallen into endless sea water and was submerged in an instant.

The salty taste filled her mouth, and the suffocating pressure made the world in her eyes begin to become unreal.

Everything is so unreal.

But even in this endless confusion and darkness, a big hand broke through the layers of sea water, ignoring the chill.

In the lightless abyss, he grasped her hand firmly and held it tightly.

Then he scooped her out.

Finally, see the light of day again.

Susie gasped for breath.

"Why is the little thing still standing there, are you so happy?"

Yuan Qingzhuo waved his other hand in front of her eyes and narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "I always feel like something is wrong... Tell me about it?"

"No, it's nothing."

Susie forced a smile, but couldn't help but clench the warm hand in her hand, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

Yuan Qingzhuo nodded, feeling the unusual strength in his hand.

——Generally speaking, if someone says this, there must be a problem.

If this is no problem, I will wash my hair upside down.

But I don't want to say it, which is a trouble.

He led the little thing out and shouted to the defeated mafia soldiers, "What are you looking at? What are you waiting for? Hurry up and go to the mayor for quick labor reform. Your brothers and sisters, Lao Da and Lao Er, will be there to accompany you soon."

During this gap, Yuan Qingzhuo turned back vaguely and caught a glimpse of Susie's dazed face.

Damn, it seems to be a big problem.

She looked so miserable at a time when she should have been celebrating with champagne... Was it such a big blow to her that the little thing's father didn't come home last night?

Yuan Qingzhuo thought aimlessly that his level of understanding of normal people's mental states could only be described as tragic.

Forget it, the child is unhappy, just leave her alone.

Thinking of this, Yuan Qingzhuo gently pulled his hand out, bent down and looked Susie in the eye and said, "Ran Rika's mafia seems to be a bit too urbanized. I'll go and ask them to return to the labor force of agricultural civilization."

Susie still didn't understand what he said, but she nodded sensibly and hid her uneasiness in her heart again.

I can't ask my husband for help with everything...

Occasionally, you have to try to solve problems yourself.

After all, the weak me is dead.

Susie returned to the house alone and practiced martial arts as usual every day. She never looked for Yuan Qingzhuo again about this matter.

First night.

She saw the girl from the imperial capital wearing armor, dying tragically on the ice field while standing there to protect her cowardly subordinates, but there was no one to collect her body.

So lonely.

Soon, an all-consuming black fog enveloped the entire world.

a nightmare.

Second night.

She saw a young man with a gun standing in front of the Unfrozen River, who actually looked a bit like her good-for-nothing father.

She stepped into the river, holding the lantern and putting on the crown, with incomprehensible spells lingering in her ears. She fell into the bottomless river for nine days and nine nights.

Then, the mind and the self were torn into thousands.

a nightmare.

Night three.

She saw a black... fragment?
Fragments or something else.

But there was always a voice telling her to touch it and embrace it.

That was her mission, her destiny.

In order to save the world and for all living things to continue, she deserves to die.

Her whole life had been leading up to this moment.

But the gentleman said no, he ate the piece.

He died right in front of me, for me.

A...nightmare?
Night four.

Susie timidly hugged the pillow and pushed open the clean door.
"Sir, I am afraid."