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For some reason, Amiya felt a strange sense of familiarity when she looked at W.

Amiya gazed into W's ruby-like eyes and murmured:

Are you lost again?

Chapter 312 Even at the cost of my life! (4K)

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"You're lost again?"

Amiya blinked, not knowing why she blurted it out as she looked at W. And she had even subconsciously imitated…the woman of her ideal. In her heart, that person was as gentle and powerful as sunshine, capable of melting even the frozen ground with her smile.

W froze, stunned.

She stood there quietly, her heart filled with hesitation and confusion, as if she saw a familiar figure in Amiya.

“Theresia…no, no, you’re not…”

W shook his head self-deprecatingly, a faint, lonely smile playing on his lips.

She stared intently at Amiya, no longer glancing at the shadow behind her.

W said sternly, "Rabbit, what price did you pay to awaken that misty boy's will? If I'm not mistaken, there's a crack in the ring on your left index finger! Do you know what the consequences would be if your ring broke?"

"What are you talking about?" The Kingslayer frowned, not quite understanding what W was saying, and turned to look at Amiya.

"...Thank you for reminding me."

Amiya instinctively hid her hands behind her back.

It's like a child who accidentally breaks a flowerpot and cuts their hand, and is too ashamed to show it to adults.

Just how much do you know about me?

Amiya stared at W, a faint red glow emanating from her azure eyes. An invisible mental domain rapidly expanded, instantly enveloping everyone present. But this time, Amiya miscalculated. Her ever-reliable mental power failed her; she couldn't access W's mind.

A silvery barrier blocked Amiya's view, leaving her isolated outside the door, unresponsive no matter how much she knocked. Amiya felt utterly alone, like a schoolchild returning home only to find she'd forgotten her keys, and she felt a pang of sadness and wanted to cry.

“Rabbit, if you want to read my mind, you’ll at least need my permission first. Anyone else trying to do it will be cursed from head to toe, but as for you… I’ll forgive you this time.” W’s tense expression melted like spring snow, and she said playfully, “It’s better if you don’t know too much right now. I can tell that annoying doctor is planning to take you out of your greenhouse, but…”

W's expression changed instantly, like the pages of a book turned in quantum reading. She coldly surveyed her surroundings and said in a deep voice, "The current situation is beyond your capabilities. I don't know what that person is thinking, letting you act alone. Don't think you're Mephisto's toy; if I wanted, I could kidnap you right now and take you back to Reunion. Is your only guarantee of safety her? Her? Is that all?"

W turned his gaze to the kingslayer, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain.

This is roughly what it means to insult someone without using profanity.

"..."

Instead of attacking in a fit of rage, the Kingslayer raised his left arm to block Amiya, silently adjusting his formation to a balanced offense and defense.

"Hey~ You didn't lose your mind and charge at me directly? It's only been a few days, Kingslayer, your IQ has obviously improved a lot. Rhodes Island is indeed a pharmaceutical company. Could it be that the Brain Gold that guy was talking about has really been developed? The effect is really obvious, it can even cure brain atrophy."

W smiled and said, her tone sarcastic throughout, trying to provoke the king-killer's anger.

If this were the Kingslayer from an hour ago, she would probably be furious by now, eager to rip open W's skull to see what was inside. But she was remarkably calm, her eyes serene, revealing a half-finger red and white tactical glove, which she slowly clenched into a fist.

She had promised Lin Lu that she would take good care of Amiya.

Even without Lin Lu's instructions, the King Killer would not allow Amiya to be in danger.

The regicide had made up her mind; she would no longer choose to run away, but would instead raise her head and face reality. If running away was shameful and useless, then she might as well transform into a wolf of Syracuse, tearing apart and devouring all enemies who dared to lay a hand on her family members, reducing them to ashes.

I don't care what you want to do.

The Kingslayer stared directly at W, his powerful will once again controlling the tactical gloves of unknown origin, which shone brilliantly in the morning light.

"If you want to hurt Amiya, I will stop you... even if it costs me my life!"

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"Oh... really?"

W narrowed her eyes slightly, her face still bearing a smile, but this cold smile was devoid of any genuine joy.

After a few seconds of intense fighting, Amiya broke the escalating momentum of the battle.

"W, you want to take the Broken Bones with you, right?"

Amiya calmly observed and analyzed the situation, then cut straight to the point, questioning W directly.

She wouldn't rely too much on her talent, even though this mental power was indeed useful.

Dr. Kal'tsit had warned her not to become complacent with this power and forget her original abilities.

Amiya has studied everything she's learned at Rhodes Island over the past few years—whether it's "Compensation Management," "Recruitment and Screening," "Career Planning," "Organizational Behavior," "Management," "Columbia Economics," "Employee Mental Health," or "Terra's Universal Language"—with utmost diligence and without ever slacking off. In addition, she dedicates at least three hours each day to honing her tactical command and Originium Arts skills.

Amiya's current achievements are definitely not due to her talent, but to her hard work.

She even went so far as to make everyone else on Rhodes Island forget one thing.

Amiya, the CEO of Rhodes Island, is only fourteen years old.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"

W pointed behind Amiya and the Kingslayer, kindly reminding them, "Do you still have the mind to speculate about my actions? The beasts Mephisto unleashed are already raiding our base. I'll be frank with you, Bonecrusher and Misha, you can only take one of them."

Amiya slowly clenched her fist: "What if I want them all?"

"Then...BOOM! None of them! Neither he nor she can survive."

W made a dramatic onomatopoeic sound as she grabbed the broken arm and put her arm around the unconscious boy's shoulder.

The menacing whale mask, adorned with broken bones, slipped down to his neck, revealing a delicate boy's face and fluffy bear ears that evoked a strong urge to pinch and squeeze them. He looked remarkably similar to Misha. Even in his unconscious state, Alex still wore an expression of pain. Amiya didn't miss this detail; a vague guess formed in her mind, but before she could question it, W threw a smoke bomb to the ground.

“Rabbit, I know what you’re thinking, and I know what you’re delusional about. Wanting to save everyone is a good idea, but the good thing is it’s just an idea! When you bow to one person, your backside will always be facing another. Remember, whenever someone gains an excessive advantage, someone else will inevitably lose theirs! Take care of your own life first, Amiya!”

W's mocking laughter echoed through the rising smoke, but for some reason, Amiya felt that W... was imparting his experience. He was offering advice in a dishonest way, reminding her not to set her sights too far ahead, lest she lose sight of the path beneath her feet.

"What a strange person."

Amiya whispered, feeling that she had some impression of W, but she just couldn't quite place it.

The Kingslayer stared into the pitch-black smoke, remaining vigilant. Who knew if this madwoman might suddenly change her mind, drop the Bone Shatter, and launch a reckless sneak attack? In her memory, W and the Bone Shatter weren't exactly on good terms; after all, W was originally just a moderately skilled Sarkaz mercenary… Wait, why was W promoted?

Was it because I blocked and killed most of the Sarkaz mercenaries back then?

Am I working for W for free?

The ultimate working-class man, the king slayer!?

The Kingslayer's lips twitched slightly. After confirming several times that W had left, she asked, "Amiya, what should we do?"

"...The other party has already made the choice for us."

Amiya sighed in distress, "Let's go back and rescue Misha. I wonder if Liskarm and Miss Franka can hold them off..."

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While Amiya and the Kingslayer struggle against the Atomized Parasites and the Hardened Parasites.

The Rhodes Island squad members followed Amiya's instructions in an orderly manner, constantly moving towards the rear and the Lofty Hoof docking area to shorten the distance to the medical team that was on its way to provide support.

The reconnaissance teams maintain a stealthy approach, clearing paths and providing terrain information; they are the eyes and ears of the entire Rhodes Island squad. Although they are not directly involved in combat, the tasks they shoulder are equally weighty.

The Guardian and Heavy Armor squads held off the Reunion Movement commando team's attack, while the sniper squad, having lost its high ground advantage, could only provide support from the flanks. The medical team did their utmost to treat the wounded, including Misha, whose skillful hemostasis and wound bandaging were of great help. Even the wounded who initially had reservations about her couldn't help but nod and thank her shyly after receiving her assistance.

How old is she? About the same age as Amiya, right?

Why does this world always burden such young children with so much?

This was probably the thought in everyone's mind: a deep sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep emotion) and helplessness, because they had no power to change the world.

"Hey...whoosh!"

Misha struggled to lift the heavy medical kit; she had no idea what was inside that made it so heavy.

“Misha, that’s my equipment. I can carry it myself.” The gentle and generous medic Natalie reached under Misha’s armpits and hugged the heavy white metal box that almost dragged her to the ground. It had a symmetrical symbol on it, the symbol of the Star of Life.

"But I..."

"Misha, I understand how you feel right now."

Natalie slung the medical kit over her shoulder, a look of relief in her bright brown eyes, and gently patted Misha's head.

“You want to help us, right? That’s a good thing, but you can’t push yourself too hard because you feel guilty. That’s not good for anyone, and everyone will worry about you. Just do what you can.” Natalie

“Both you and Amiya are almost overwhelmed by the immense sense of responsibility, and that’s not good.” Natalie gently hugged Misha, patted her small shoulder, and smiled kindly like a mother. “It’s okay, you’re still a child, and children always have the right to make choices again. We adults may not be able to do other things, but protecting you is no problem.”

"Um……"

When Misha looked up again, her eyes were a little red.

She was still a child.

She herself had almost forgotten about it.

"Misha, you..."

Natalie was about to say something, but a chilling gust of wind brushed against her neck, and she abruptly straightened her back. An ordinary person might have mistaken it for a gentle evening breeze at dusk. But Natalie wouldn't, because she was a medic from Rhodes Island, and a member of Kal'tsit's private squad—the Life Star Field Rescue Team.

Something bad has secretly followed us.

“Billy, take Misha and the frontline troops to assemble.” Natalie said in a deep voice. She placed her hands on Misha’s shoulders and gently pushed her toward Billy, the guard operator who was limping and had an injured leg.

Billy asked, somewhat puzzled, "And what about you?"

"I followed shortly after; I had some personal matters to attend to."

Natalie chuckled, but her voice took on a more serious tone, exuding an invisible sense of authority.

Billy shivered, whether from the wind or from being startled by Natalie's sudden seriousness, he couldn't tell.

“Little… cough cough, Misa.” Billy swallowed the impolite term “kid” and helped Misa walk forward. “Let’s go, let’s go. We, who are no longer in the combat, shouldn’t get in the way. Reducing the burden on the frontline operators is also a responsibility.”

"OK……"

Misha nodded slowly, a sense of foreboding creeping over her. She turned to look at Natalie.

"Can you come back soon?" Misha asked anxiously.

“Of course, see you later,” Natalie said with a smile.