Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The blue light attack clearly came from outer space and accurately struck the unsuspecting masked man.

It dealt a massive -48900 damage.

"This……"

The masked man was dumbfounded.

He is not dead yet.

However, its powerful regenerative ability was also suppressed, and the wound could not be healed no matter what.

He could feel his life slipping away.

Unless there's a miracle, it's too late to save them.

The body, now unsupported, slowly falls.

An Ran stepped back a considerable distance, holding the Mimicry Holy Judgment Sword horizontally in front of her, and warily looked upwards.

There was no one there; not even the mech's visual system could see anyone.

Where did this attack come from?

Who exactly is its target?

"Anran." Ella flew anxiously to Anran's side.

For a moment, all I could hear was the sound of the wind.

But after waiting for quite a while, they didn't see the enemy launch another attack.

The masked man was about to land.

The damage amount is "-1", "-11", and "-121".

Oh, and there's Sheila on the ground too.

There was also Bessadin being dragged away by a group of pirates, trying to escape.

Anran is unwilling to give up, as she hasn't completed a single task yet.

If the guy who attacked the masked man really wanted to kill her, he wouldn't have waited until now.

Given the intensity and unexpected nature of that attack, struggling would be futile; it would be better to seize the benefits first.

An Ran, on the other hand, suddenly became more open-minded.

"Ella, stop that spaceship! Leave the rest to me."

In the blink of an eye, An Ran piloted the mecha and jumped off.

They arrived near the ground before the masked man landed.

This guy is really resilient; he survived such a large penetrating wound to his chest without dying instantly.

"Unfortunately, although I had the idea of ​​cooperating with you, you're beyond saving."

An Ran shook her head. If it weren't for that sinful mark, she would have done it herself.

and many more.

Tears streamed down his face as the wind blew, and the incredibly weak masked man cried out in his heart, "Wait!"

"Stop struggling, you're going to die anyway, so a short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one. Close your eyes, empty your mind, and fall towards that sharp rock. At that moment, you can reflect on your life, and that will make you a little happier."

Wait, there's still hope for me, don't let go!

etc--

At the last moment, the masked man still couldn't utter that cry of longing for life.

He remembered running in the sunset that day; it was his lost youth.

But his life was full of resentment and regret.

Damn it, you just watched me fall to my death.

boom!

The masked man's body slammed heavily onto a rock, and after losing all ability to recover, it shattered into pieces.

Splattered blood covered Sheila's face.

"Pity."

Anran gazed at the masked man's corpse, overwhelmed with emotion.

The "Sword of Judgment III" quest on the panel is grayed out, indicating failure.

My five hundred million experience points and the Holy Judgment Sword!

Traditional Virtues Holy Church!

Once I get stronger, I'll chop you all down.

An Ran didn't immediately get down to find Sheila; her gaze first lingered on a ball of light floating in front of her.

Something that looks familiar!

【Zeta's Soul Orb】: Alchemy Item.

Wow, this thing actually exists!

"..."

I used to think I could sell Heloise's Soul Orb for a lot of money, and now I can sell this too.

An Ran stretched out her hand, about to throw the soul orb into the subspace.

However, this ball of light was quite unexpected for her.

It can actually jump!

"Damn it, you actually dared to jump!"

The ball of light was too small, and the mecha's hand was too big; An Ran couldn't even grab it.

Her face darkened; she was furious. Not giving her experience was already infuriating enough, and now that she'd turned into a ball, she still dared to act so arrogantly.

Even I am no match for you now, let alone a mere soul orb. I can't possibly defeat you, you monster!

An Ran took out a prop that she hadn't used in a long time.

Alchemy Hammer!

This is a 1.5-meter-long hammer.

However, when placed in the hands of the 50-meter-tall Night Messenger, it is roughly equivalent to an ordinary person holding a toy hammer a few centimeters long.

Who says toy hammers aren't scary?

"Behave yourself, or I'll smash you to pieces with this hammer."

When Anran used her thumb and forefinger to pinch the "toothpick" to hit the ball, Zeta's soul orb immediately shrunk, as if deflated, and obediently gave up resistance, being thrown into subspace by Anran.

The next person to deal with is Sheila.

When the Nightbringer landed, Sheila did not retreat in fear. Instead, she pounced on An Ran as if she had been given a mad buff.

However, all of this was in vain.

Looking at Sheila, who was no longer human, Anran felt a surge of emotions.

If she had known from the beginning that she was Princess Anran, the pirate princess, none of this would have happened.

But who can say for sure?

Even if someone told them, most people probably wouldn't believe it, or if they did, Sheila would just report her for "using an alternate account," and then the Royal Knights would arrive, giving her no chance to struggle.

Therefore, there aren't that many "what ifs" in this world.

"Without this mech, you wouldn't be a match for me at all..."

Sheila glared fiercely at the Nightbringer.

“What’s the point of saying all this? If you don’t get the injection, you’re no match for me anyway.” An Ran shook her head.

She raised the sword of mimicry.

Go early, or I'll feel compelled to argue with you again.

“Kill me! Even if you kill me, you will be swallowed by the void,” Sheila shouted.

"That's impossible. The void has been sealed again. I'll find a way to keep it inside. When it comes out, that's when I'll turn it into nourishment."

The void has been sealed again. What happened?

A flash of sword light.

Sheila's face remained blank as she was disintegrated in the roaring energy.

There was no restart.

If the soul cannot be preserved, then all of this ends in this world without reincarnation.

Call ~

An Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

The mimicry sword of holy judgment in his hand fell to the ground.

Because of Sheila's identity, she still sensed something different when she took action.

However, to escape fate, to overcome obstacles, to overcome the obstacles erected by others, one may also have to overcome one's own corpse.

Ding.

"You killed Sheila, contribution 72%, reward 3.24 million free experience points, cross-level experience bonus 130%, additional reward 9720 million free experience points."

"The mission [Sword of Judgment II] has been completed."

The mission rewards 3 million experience points, one bottle of Void Elixir, one Weakness Aura Ring, and a new skill: Soul Absorption.

The Weakness Aura Ring, an 80-level item, weakens the attributes of enemies based on level advantage.

The effect is to reduce attributes by 1.5% * level difference after entering the aura's range.

It's a game-changer for easily defeating weaker opponents.