I am a female swordsman.

'Sephiroth, become a hero!'

At the edge of the light, the silver-haired, crimson-eyed Chairman of Shinra, with a faint, enigmatic smile, gazed at Sephiroth standing amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. Endless light emanated from beneath her feet, like a long ladder awaiting Sephiroth's ascent.

Amidst the obscure and intricate whispers, Sephiroth, enduring a continuous decline in his mental state, stepped into the light.

………………

"Soldier Sephiroth, your mental state is very poor. The battlefield has put immense psychological pressure on you, and the battlefield medic recommends that you seek medical attention as soon as possible."

That light was actually the cold light from the roof.

"I see."

Recalling everything from the nightmare he had just experienced, Sephiroth's turquoise eyes shimmered like a deep lake, gleaming with an impeccable luster.

Psychological stress?

How could that be? Why would I have psychological pressure? Sephiroth was aware of his situation; he was born different from ordinary people, far more indifferent and dull to emotions than most. Apart from a few individuals who could evoke any emotional response in him, everyone else was no different from ants crawling on the ground. Would you feel guilty or ashamed for stepping on so many ants?

Why is that? That dream...

Whenever he recalls the real events in his dream, he feels a faint sense of foreboding.

Something terrible is happening.

"First Class Soldier Sephiroth, this is the program for the break."

The hanging information screens started playing programs automatically, showing that Shinra had made ample preparations, both mentally and materially, to alleviate the pressure on the frontline soldiers.

Accompanied by rousing music, a battlefield unfolds with flying cannons and roaring planes. The Shinra soldiers, pinned down in the steel ruins, cannot even lift their heads. Faced with the rebels' fortress, based in the old building, conventional forces are simply incapable of taking it by force.

Sephiroth's expression immediately became somewhat subtle.

Just as his expression became subtle, the scene suddenly shifted, showing them on a rooftop a kilometer away from the building's stronghold.

Gazing up at the azure sky, the man faced the outpost, roughly the size of a toy model, and with a dashing back, he raised the Masamune sword. The sword's aura, spanning a thousand meters, was unstoppable! In an instant, it shredded the entire building into fragments! With a single strike, he effortlessly destroyed the resistance's meticulously constructed fortress!

This handsome and dashing man is Sephiroth.

Burn!

Just watching the perfectly timed cuts and perfectly timed music in the promotional video is enough to get anyone fired up. But when Sephiroth sees himself showing off, he doesn't feel any excitement. He just thinks... why does he have to make such a big deal out of something he could have done so easily? How boring.

That's what a hero is.

I am bored.

Lying in bed, Sephiroth couldn't help but replay the scene from his previous dream in his mind. He was convinced it wasn't a random nightmare. Why did he say he had been deceiving himself? Was there something he hadn't seen, or something he had seen but hadn't realized was the truth?

I can't figure it out, what exactly does it mean to deceive oneself?

Thinking that seeking help from others might be a good approach, Sephiroth began writing a letter.

Of course, it couldn't be a paper letter. Shinra, having gained information superiority on the battlefield, ensured the smooth flow of information. With a system-controlled network, two generations ahead of its time, it was simply impossible to crack. Sephiroth wrote down his recent experiences and previous dreams in an email and sent it to his truant assistant's private email address, seeking clarification. With his privileges, he could bypass checks and contact the outside world.

Chapter 105 Experiment

Because someone's excessive force shattered the arena, the progress of the World Martial Arts Tournament was delayed considerably.

However, due to the event's brilliance and other subtle reasons, the organizers of the conference also went to great lengths to send him to the underworld.

The specific process will not be detailed here.

The gist is: A martial artist as strong as you, barging in to slaughter children without even a warning—how are the others supposed to compete? For the sake of the tournament's reputation, you should forfeit the rest of the matches. The champion's prize will still be yours. Please, please forfeit! Otherwise, the rest of the participants will be left with nothing!

The blazing sun spear pierced through the phantom of the sacred beast!

A mighty force that pounds the sky!

Based on the power that Sakura Yomi displayed in the arena that day, the Karmic Fire Crimson Lotus Palm would have severely injured any martial artist in the tournament. One strike could cripple you, and Yomi could unleash it repeatedly, leaving no trace of anyone afterward.

We definitely went a bit too far that day.

Seeing an opportunity, Sakura Yomi even used this basic awakening skill, which Yomi found rather excessive.

Since the visitor had gone to such lengths and made such a sincere and humble request, Huang Quan naturally had no intention of indulging Sakura Huang Quan's temper any longer. Ignoring the angry accusations from the person in her mind, she pressed him down and agreed to the visitor's request, no longer mentioning her participation in the tournament.

Although it's quite willful...

But once the first psionic organ began to be transplanted, Huang Quan had no way to turn back. She didn't reload her save file; once the carriage started, it galloped forward in a mighty torrent, and if it stopped, it would mean destruction and death.

The psychic organ [Siphon] has been successfully transplanted and is now awaiting the completion of basic tissue construction on the body's surface. The next psychic organ, [White Blade], is also in urgent preparation.

Z City, underground training ground.

Boom!!!

Deep underground, in this natural training ground, a tremendous roar reverberated through the space where countless steel pillars stood like palaces. The intense sound caused visible white ripples to appear in the air, and the powerful kinetic energy scattered and bombarded in all directions, with a small portion slamming into the pillars, causing them to vibrate and resonate.

next moment!

A massive silver shadow, shimmering with red light, moved at high speed through the irregular space, stepping on pillars with the agility and grace of a cat.

Beep!

A blinding white light illuminated the entire underground training ground in an instant, as if a miniature sun had briefly appeared there. A deafening roar echoed as hundreds of beams of light simultaneously blasted from the faintly visible silver-white fist towards the same target!

A graceful and slender figure!

"good."

A faint, cold voice rang out amidst the roar. Facing the murderous attack from the Colossus mech, she gave a nonchalant compliment, then raised her left hand and pressed down on the surging barrage of beams!

In terms of area, it is simply impossible for one hand to suppress so many beams of light.

But that delicate, fair hand seemed to possess some kind of magical power. As its five fingers spread, it released an invisible force field that absorbed all the surging barrage of beams of light into its palm. The anticipated bombardment and explosion did not occur. It was as if the violent power, capable of blasting a city apart, was nothing more than a bottomless ocean in the face of this hand. Absorb, absorb, absorb—absorb all the energy!

Applications of siphoning.

As the energy transfer bracelet on his left hand absorbed energy, it shimmered with an eerie, dark blue light.

The vast barrage of beams of light vanished in the blink of an eye, and Huang Quan, having absorbed so much energy, clenched his fist tightly. In the silent space, a mournful cry seemed to echo in his heart.

"With only [Siphon] available, the energy absorbed in a crude manner can only be channeled into the gem to allow the transferred energy to dissipate. This ability is really useless to me right now."

Slightly swinging his left hand, Huang Quan pouted somewhat unhappily.

Just as she stood still, a silver-white machine, moving with ghostly silence, attacked from the darkness. A high-frequency oscillating blade slashed viciously towards Huang Quan's head! The speed was anything but indicative of treating Huang Quan as its master!

"Hmm, there's no good way to absorb substances..."

Her body went from extreme stillness to extreme movement in an instant. Huang Quan danced gracefully like a swan, her toes touching the ground as she stepped on the blade of the modified giant weapon and retreated.

"Aside from a few exceptions, the effectiveness of a single psionic organ is extremely limited. Forming a cycle and combining them is the correct use of psionic organs. The Sword Demon has a total of 113 psionic organs in their complete state, including many organs that do not exist in the human form."

The sword flashed!

The Colossus, charging forward in pursuit, suddenly had both legs snap off! The cuts were as smooth as a mirror! Made of a special alloy, its body possessed high strength, hardness, and toughness, and even the sword light casually unleashed by Huang Quan couldn't withstand it! This caused the Colossus, which had been so menacing, to suddenly stop. According to Huang Quan's design for his figurine, such an attack on this part meant that the training exercise was temporarily suspended.

Huang Quan didn't want to talk about piecing this thing together every day.

After all, if you accidentally use too much force and disassemble the Colossus, it's a very troublesome thing to reassemble it.

"This is hardly good enough to be cannon fodder." Looking at the cool-looking mech lying at his feet, quietly awaiting orders, Huang Quan felt that using this thing to deal with the Reincarnators was not a good choice.

"It can be modified further," the system promptly suggested.

"As long as it can be mass-produced, that's fine."

Huang Quan reached into his personal space with one hand and drew his single-edged sword, which he hadn't unsheathed for a long time. This weapon, which had accompanied Huang Quan all the way from the ghoul world to the present, had, after passing through the hands of a certain married woman, barely managed to squeeze into the category of divine weapons.

The only advantage is speed.

It sounds a bit shabby, but anything taken to extremes will become extremely terrifying if pursued relentlessly. This single-edged sword with its mechanical style has already developed its own spirit, and whenever its owner, Huang Quan, holds it, he has a fleeting feeling that it might slip out of his hand and fly away.

'The host has new information.'

"Ok?"

The fact that the system proactively notified him proved that the sender of this new message was someone he cared about deeply. There weren't many such people, or perhaps only a handful, and Huang Quan already had a guess as to who had sent him the message.

"Switch to the external information screen." With that, Huang Quan kicked the giant machine's head, causing it to project a floating light screen.

Chapter 106 The Uninvited Guest

"Huang Quan, I don't know if writing to you at this time is the right thing to do. But lately I've been troubled by some things, about dreams and women..."

To be honest, as soon as Huang Quan saw the beginning of this email, he had an urgent urge to close it. Sephiroth has always had a problem with emotional intelligence; it's not that he doesn't understand, but rather that he simply doesn't bother to. With this innate arrogance, his wording is actually quite easy to misunderstand.

Dreams and women, okay!

The corners of Huang Quan's mouth seemed to turn up slightly as a result, and he sat down on the head of the giant soldier.

"...I've been having nightmares lately. Some are about darkness, some about the future, and some are about a woman. I can't tell you who she is, but she's someone very important to me..." Silly child, even if you don't tell me who the woman you can't forget is, I can guess her identity. Of all the women Sephiroth, a First Class Warrior of Shinra, has interacted with, only two have had any influence on him!

Shinra Chairman Yomi, and Hero Assistant Mado Yomi.

Sephiroth sent a message to his assistant, Mado Yomi, so the only one left is the Shinra Chairman, right?

Although both are pseudonyms, they each have their own unique characteristics. 【Shinra Chairman】is more aloof, almost inhumanly perfect; anyone who interacts with her is generally impressed by her unwavering will. On the other hand, Mado Yomi is more like an ordinary person, imperfect and somewhat rigid, but she is willing to help those she cares about.

"...The scenes in my dreams made me feel uncomfortable and nauseous. Sometimes, voices I'd never heard before would remind me to pay attention to more details. The battlefield medics diagnosed me with severe psychological stress, but I knew I was fine; the battlefield was like a spring outing to me."

Huang Quan carefully read Sephiroth's emails.

While inwardly marveling at the child's carefree attitude, she swiped down. Sephiroth was closely connected to the [Angel King] regarding this crucial outflow of divine essence; it would be a great pity if it got out of control.

'He's already starting to get contaminated.'

Clearly, the system was also paying attention to Sephiroth's situation. After all, this was a creation based on a blank template of humanity, so how could it be compared to life born from the Star Essence?

This is similar to how demons are corrupted. Higher-level life forms have an almost irreversible influence on lower-level life forms, creating an extremely awkward relationship even if it's not intentional.

On the continent of Arad, the Apostle Anton is a good example.

Symbiosis or shared origins are commonplace.

'It is recommended that the host activate the destruction mechanism.'

Experiments must be destroyed if they get out of control to prevent further chaos in the world. Adhering to this principle, the system prefers to destroy Sephiroth on the battlefield; it doesn't want the host to be swayed by emotions and show mercy to the experiment, especially at this critical juncture when the "Great Thousand Worlds" are approaching.

Sephiroth probably never imagined that the email he sent seeking help would become his death warrant.

"Don't worry, this is within my expectations."