Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

She was lonely and unwilling to talk, but she was clearly more sensitive than anyone else.

Using a love of quiet to escape the outside world may seem impressive, but in reality, it's just a reclusive adult.

I want to go back.

"But you, who have survived three deaths, have been forgotten."

"My sister still remembers me, and you all still remember me. That's enough."

"...But it's so painful there. People are born, grow old, get sick, and die. Are you really prepared? Are you prepared to lose her one day? Entering a world you're no longer familiar with, there's hell ahead."

The girl raised her eyes and looked directly at her mother, whose eyes were the same color.

In his gray-white pupils, a mysterious pentagram suddenly lit up!

"I have awakened!!"

The woman was taken aback at first, then smiled with relief.

He slowly picked up his suitcase, no longer holding the girl's hand, and walked straight onto the train parked on the platform.

"It looks like...our little Yelena has grown up..."

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"See that... Hehehe, that's the true power of illusion."

The monster, hanging upside down in the sky, coiled around Swire, enjoying the sight of the silver-haired girl kneeling on the ground, slowly strangling herself.

This is illusion, creating false emotions and infinitely amplifying the other person's pain. It's like forcibly accessing the other person's memories, then selecting the things the prey least wants to remember, and then infinitely magnifying the degree of pain.

In the end, the broken prey will kill itself.

Because of self-loathing, self-hatred, or even finding non-existent enemies, one then destroys oneself.

Ultimately, people cannot cross the threshold called self.

"woo woo woo woo!!"

Swire struggled, but to no avail; it only made the monster feel better.

"What, you want to wake her up? That's impossible. Illusions are absolutely impossible to break free from; no one can help you. Hehehehehehehe!!!"

"Cough cough cough!!!"

A cough interrupted the monster's maniacal laughter; it was the girl!

The girl's eyes gradually regained focus, and she gasped for air; clearly, she had woken up!

"What?! How could she possibly be awake?!"

However, before the monster could figure out the answer, the girl on the ground had already raised her head and looked at herself.

His gray eyes were resolute and filled with murderous intent.

"I thought you'd drown in your dream, but not bad, you actually woke up..."

The monster remained calm and composed; his strength did not concern him with the little girl who had become his meal.

To everyone's surprise, those eyes, which should have been innocent, fearful, and immersed in that false beauty, suddenly revealed black and red pentagrams.

That is...

resonance.

It's not a resonance of blood ties, but rather a resonance born from an emotional connection—a resonance that only Sarkaz could comprehend!

Every pore on his body bled, but the blood droplets didn't fall. Instead, they defied gravity and floated in mid-air, merging with the bursting cold air, like a sky tree formed from blood and snow.

What was originally just a frigid current froze into countless icicles under the girl's wave of her hand!

die! ! !

Because the sudden burst of low temperature was too overwhelming, the monster, unable to maneuver in time, could only barely dodge by abandoning Swire.

The extreme low temperature even caused the entire space to freeze.

how can that be!

The illusion was gradually dispelled by the temperature, as its overly realistic presence caused it to crumble back into something that was inherently false.

This place was originally located within a sewer network.

But that wasn't all; the icicles floating around the girl suddenly shot out!

Like a torrential downpour flowing against the current, countless icicles, filled with hatred, rushed towards the monster.

"too slow!"

Having already sacrificed everything to the gods in exchange for superhuman power, how could the power of a mere child possibly compare?!

The monster's agile body twisted and turned during the attack, and its tentacles, filled with curses and malice, reached out to Yelena.

The speed was so fast that even the girl seemed to have no time to react. The speed of those strikes was enough to pierce through the human body and turn any prey into a honeycomb!

Even extreme cold cannot stop it.

"Small!!!!"

Too fast! Swire struggled to sit up, not even having time to utter the word "be careful."

The monster's grotesque laughter gradually widened.

Until the tentacles pierced through the girl in front of him.

wrong!

The white skin was pierced, but there was no flesh or blood inside!

Inside, there are just simple ice crystals.

The monster's attack pierced through and suddenly tore apart the prey in front of it, shattering it into pieces, but what burst out were ice crystal fragments.

This is a mannequin made of ice!

That real person...

—In that instant, a shadow loomed over the man's head!

Her astonishing jumping ability made the girl soar like a snow goose, completely obscuring the view above her. The drifting water vapor within her perception range all turned into sharp icicles.

"Go to hell!!"

I want to go back!!!

Nobody can stop me!!!

"..."

resonance!!

P.S.: The climax is finally starting!!!

Section 84, Chapter 81: [The Girl's Battle]

The rain of death poured down in an instant.

However, even with the enhancement of magic, the seemingly sharp icicles are still not very lethal.

The monster was only injured on the outside.

The girl eventually couldn't stay in mid-air and was about to fall into the monster's attack range as she gradually descended.

There's no way to get leverage in the air.

"You can't escape now, kid!!"

The monster, having been mocked in this way, naturally felt a surge of anger; he felt that not tearing the brat apart would be an insult to his faith.

The cold air was inhaled into the lungs, and it was as if one could smell the blood in the air.

The monsters are agile and unpredictable, experienced and ruthless, and vicious and cruel.

He had killed countless people and was shrouded in an aura of curses, making him seem like a visitor from hell.

but.

The girl's eyes widened in anger!

Those who block my way...

--"die!!"

The silver-haired girl roared and howled, showing no intention of dodging, and pounced straight down from mid-air towards the monster.

Like a mad beast!

"Uhhhhhhhh!!!"

The fist, generating heat from friction in mid-air, collided with the tentacles thrust out by the monster.

"Boom!!!"

how is this possible! !

Didn't they expose it?!

Only when he got closer could he see that the girl's hands were covered with a layer of ice that was incredibly hard.

Those are handguards formed from ice as hard as iron, which can only be formed at extremely low temperatures.

The girl was unfazed by the cold; her body had long been deprived of warmth.

If warmth is a habitable environment for living things, then cold is a hell of death.

However, the rules of this world are cruel; if you want to gain something, you have to pay more.

Since warmth is no longer available, the endless winter may simply be a one-way ticket to the flames.

Right and wrong are meaningless; power is everything.

The ancient Originium Arts of the Sarkaz have awakened, and the pure white girl is both beautifully ethereal and eerily strange at this moment.

The pentagram representing the devil has long since transformed into the pupil itself, gleaming with determination and conviction.

In the instant of the attack, Yelena landed in front of the monster.

The monster was enormous and ugly; its tentacles, when spread out, could completely block out the sky as far as the girl could see.

But it doesn't matter, the girl's smile was incredibly ferocious as she clenched her fists.

"Compared to your sister's domineering presence, you're still far from it!!"

The battle between the monster and the young girl was about to break out. The close-quarters combat had long since become a battle of attrition, even involving biting and tearing at each other with teeth, using the most primal violence and bloodlust in their biological genes to fight.

"This is····"

Swire looked at everything in front of her, her voice trembling; the scene before her was too stimulating.

That was a true fight to the death.

boom----! ! ! !

Grabbing the extra tentacles, the girl, solely due to the presence of the ice crystal gauntlets, roughly shoved the monster into the wall.

In an instant, the bricks and stones fell.

The rising dust mingled with the cold wind, leaving white frost on even the monsters that came into close contact with it.

But this couldn't stop this monster who had long since ceased to be human.

Several dark figures suddenly pierced out of the smoke-filled cave entrance.

Barely managing to dodge the opponent's counterattack, the girl's intense fighting style, which disregarded pain, did not last long.

My body's functions are declining, and even ignoring pain is due to numbness caused by excessive fatigue in my muscles.

time is limited.

Maybe there are still thirty seconds left.

Or perhaps twenty seconds, or even less.