Unspeakable bubbles

Atu's body withered away at a visible rate, and the black flowers bloomed even more alluringly.

Skin, muscles, blood vessels, bone marrow... everything became nourishment for this flower of death.

Moments later, Atu's body vanished from the world.

What remains is a bewitching flower of death.

"People turned into flowers. So, the legends were all true."

"My lord!"

Seeing this, Tana completely broke down, kneeling on the ground and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden, the flower, the flower is moving!" Bayan stammered.

Tana looked up, and sure enough, the black flower seemed to be drawn by something, and it floated lightly out of the tent.

With a determined effort, Tana stood up from the ground.

Things have come to this point; let her witness even the most terrible disasters to come!

Bayan wanted to follow, but found that his legs were shaking and he couldn't move.

The black flower floated and floated, circling a small tent before slipping inside through a gap in the tent.

Tana looked stern and, without a second thought, strode into the suspicious tent.

Inside the tent, a little girl was crouching in a corner, covering her ears, while another girl stood beside her, whispering something.

"Miri, bubbles!"

"Huh, Tana?"

Misato exclaimed with delight, "You're back!"

What's wrong with Bubble?

Tana strode forward, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Bubbles.

The black flower was now lying quietly at the little girl's feet.

"When did this flower appear?" Following Tana's gaze, Misato also noticed the strange flower.

"Don't touch it!" Tana quickly stopped Misato when she saw that she seemed to want to touch it.

"What's with the fierceness? I won't touch it!" Misato said angrily, startled.

Tana had no time to comfort the girl. She leaned close to Bubble's ear and said, "Bubble, Bubble, it's me, Tana."

Why are you covering your ears?

"It's so noisy!" the little girl said with a pained expression. "There's laughter everywhere, it's keeping Bubble awake."

"laughter……"

"Yes, everyone except Misato has laughter on them, including Tana."

"Bubble, why do you always talk nonsense?"

Misato sighed and looked at Tanasuya, saying, "Um, everyone outside is sick, and Bubble might have suffered some kind of shock. Could you... could you help her?"

"Bubble, do you see that flower?"

"It's black, right at your feet."

"What beautiful flowers!"

The little girl happily tried to pick up the flower, but the black flower and bubble disappeared the moment they touched her fingertips.

"Ah! The flower, the flower is gone!" Misato rubbed her eyes.

"Bubble, where did the flower go?" Tana's breathing became rapid.

"Hmm, it ran, it ran to Bubble's finger, and then,"

The little girl touched her brow and said uncertainly, "Then, it seems like I ran here."

Bubble removed her hand, revealing a seed-shaped stigmata.

"Bubble, bubble, do you know what this flower is?"

"It seems to have transformed from the thing that always made laughter on Tana."

The little girl blinked and said thoughtfully, "If they turn into flowers, they won't make a fuss anymore."

"Black spots, laughter, flowers, catastrophe, holy marks..."

Tana looked at the little girl in front of her, and her eyes gradually became fervent.

"bubbles,"

Tana asked in a trembling voice, "Can you...can you turn the thing in my body that makes the sound into a black flower?"

"I haven't tried it."

"But it's a good idea!"

The little girl said angrily, "They're so noisy! It would be better if they turned into pretty flowers and quieted down."

Section 266, Chapter 265: Self-Destruction Factors

"Tana, how do I try the bubbles?" the little girl asked the important question.

Although Bubble had decided to try to turn those noisy things into flowers, she had no idea how to do it.

Tana held out the back of her hand: "There's a black spot on it, a bubble. Try touching it."

"Oh"

Bubble poked the black patch with her finger, and a strange expression appeared on her face.

Slaves, self-destructing factors, devouring, integration, weapons... fragmented information flashed through the little girl's mind, and in an instant, Bubble seemed to understand something.

"How is it?" Tana looked at her nervously.

"It seems like it's possible."

Bubble grasped Tana's hand and activated the permissions she had inexplicably gained earlier.

"flowering!"

Tana groaned, a sharp pain shooting through her heart.

Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and something... came out of her heart!

"Okay."

The little girl nodded, and as she stretched out her hand, a wilted-looking black flower floated lightly into Bubble's palm.

This is only natural; without the nourishment of life, how can the flower of death bloom?

"It's not as pretty as it was before, but at least it's quiet now." Bubble nodded in satisfaction as she watched the flower gradually disappear into her palm.

"The dark spots are gone, I'm fine!"

Tana immediately knelt down: "Bubble, Lord Bubble! Please save us, save the grassland!"

"Get up, get up quickly."

The little girl asked helplessly, "Um, Tana, how can I save you?"

"Just like before, quiet down those terrible things."

"Oh, I see. That's easy."

"Leave it to Bubble!" the little girl said confidently, patting her chest.

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"Hurry, carry the next critically ill patient over there!"

"Heavens, heavens."

"Don't push, those with more serious conditions should be given priority."

"Quiet down, everyone!"

A large crowd surrounded Bubble, their gazes filled with tension, admiration, fear, and all sorts of emotions, making Bubble feel quite uncomfortable.

"flowering!"

After Bubble removed the self-destruct factor from a little boy's body, she smiled at him and said, "It's ready now."

"The dark spots have finally disappeared. I've been rinsing them with water for the past few days, but I haven't been able to wash them off."

The boy grinned: "Bubble, I didn't know you were so capable—"

Before he could finish speaking, a man rushed up to the boy and slapped him hard across the face.

"The little boy is ignorant, please forgive him, please forgive him."

The man knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, while pressing the boy's head down with one hand and slamming it against the ground again and again.

"..."

The surroundings fell silent instantly, and people stared at the father and son indifferently, as if they had committed some grave offense.

"Huh?"

"No, it's okay."

"What are you doing?" The little girl asked blankly, completely bewildered.

“Your sins have been forgiven, now step back,” Tana said calmly. “Don’t delay the treatment of the next person.”

Praise be to Khwarazm!

The boy's father led his child away, tears streaming down his face. Just as the little girl was about to say something, another incoherent person was carried in front of her.

"Hmm, it's blooming!"

As one dead flower after another was removed from the bubble, the surroundings became quiet.

No one argued about who should go first or last anymore; everyone gazed at the bubbles with reverence in their eyes.