Bengtie, I'm really not a villain!

That was a controlled injury caused by Jingye deliberately controlling his strength during Iai training.

The dark red wound contracted and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the broken ribs were reassembled with a crackling sound. The tingling and numb sensation brought about by the growth of new tissue made her tremble all over.

She bit her lower lip hard, and salty blood dripped down the corner of her mouth, landing on Jing Ye's cold blade and rising into a fine white mist.

As her knuckles turned white from gripping the knife so tightly, she suddenly felt a long-lost power surging through her muscles—the fighting instinct she had lost due to her severe injuries was reviving.

In the monitoring room, Einstein's fingers suddenly stopped on the keyboard, and his gaze behind his glasses instantly sharpened.

On the holographic projection, the heart rate curves representing Himeko and Kiana fluctuated at an eerie frequency, their blood oxygen levels arranged in distorted geometric shapes, and in the skeletal scan, their joint angles displayed ergonomically incorrect bends.

This is impossible...

She murmured to herself, her voice filled with undisguised confusion, "The vital signs are improving, but the body's structure is being subjected to unnatural pressure."

Tesla leaned closer to the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, his trembling fingertips almost touching the display.

"Their wounds healed twenty times faster than medical records show, yet their muscle fibers continued to tear and regenerate... What kind of new treatment is this?"

Theresa stared intently at the scene showing Kiana being pinned down, and at Himeko's painful posture as her arm was forcibly twisted.

"Jing Ye!" She slammed her fist on the control panel, leaving a clear dent in the metal surface and causing the nearby instruments to vibrate loudly.

How dare they bully them like this!

"Wait, Theresa!"

Einstein suddenly grabbed her arm and pointed to the constantly updated treatment data.

"Look at these regeneration rates and the patterns of synaptic remodeling... This isn't just simple damage; it's stimulating cell activity in some extreme way."

Theresa's breathing gradually calmed, but she remained glued to the screen, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She clenched and unclenched her fists, the crescent-shaped marks left by her nails on her palms still throbbing faintly, while in the medical pod in the distance, Jing Ye's blade gleamed coldly once more.

The overhead lights in the medical pod emitted a continuous crackling sound of electricity for three days and three nights without stopping, as if they too were lamenting this cruel iaido training.

In the monitoring room, Theresa's fingernails had already carved deep grooves into the metal control panel. Her uniform was full of wrinkles, and her eyes were full of fatigue and anxiety, but she refused to look away even for a moment, staring intently at the holographic projection.

Einstein's glasses fogged up slightly as she kept pushing them up and mechanically tapping her fingers on the keyboard, trying to decipher Jing Ye's unpredictable training methods.

Tesla repeatedly wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, her palms already blistered but she was completely unaware, her gaze following the fluctuations of the electrocardiogram.

On the first day, the electrocardiogram curves were like surging waves, rolling violently.

Kiana's heart rate suddenly spiked into the danger zone at a certain moment, and her blood oxygen level plummeted like a waterfall.

The holographic projection clearly showed Jingye's blade precisely pressed against her throat, the cold metallic gleam contrasting sharply with Kiana's terrified eyes.

Himeko's skeletal scan showed cracks in several ribs, but she still gritted her teeth and tried to fight back. However, Jingye's offensive was like a storm, instantly suppressing her resistance.

Mei's brainwaves became increasingly erratic, and her body trembled uncontrollably under Jingye's oppressive aura, yet she continued to mechanically execute commands.

The next day, the data chart showed a strange balance. Jing Ye's blade made contact with the three people's bodies more regularly. Each stroke of the blade was like a precise scalpel, creating wounds while simultaneously stimulating the body's potential.

Himeko's wounds healed at a visibly faster pace; the skin and flesh that had been cut by the blade began to scab over within minutes.

Kiana's muscle fibers became stronger through constant tearing and rebuilding, and although her eyes were still filled with fear, they also held a hint of stubbornness.

Mei's movements began to subtly change; she seemed to be trying to find a weakness in Jingye's moves. Although each attempt ended in failure, she never gave up.

Tesla stared at the fluctuating data and muttered to himself, "This is nothing short of a medical miracle, but the price is just too high..."

On the third day, the electrocardiogram curve suddenly became abnormally volatile. Jing Ye's offensive intensified abruptly, and the air in the entire medical pod seemed to be distorted and deformed by his sword energy.

Himeko's skeletal scan showed that her right arm was under tremendous pressure and was in danger of fracturing at any moment, but she gritted her teeth and fought back with all her might.

Kiana's body was pressed almost to the ground by Jing Ye's oppressive aura. Her nails dug deep into the metal floor, but she still stubbornly raised her head and glared at Jing Ye.

Mei's brainwaves were trembling violently, and her body was convulsing in pain, clearly trying to protect Kiana and Himeko beside her.

However, it had no effect whatsoever on Jing Ye.

Theresa's clenched fists trembled slightly, her lips were bitten until they bled, and her eyes were full of heartache and struggle.

When Jing Ye sheathed his sword for the last time, the monitoring room fell into a deathly silence.

Theresa, Einstein, and Tesla stared intently at the holographic projection, waiting for their vital signs to stabilize.

Throughout these long three days, their hearts remained closely connected with the three people in the medical pod, feeling heartbroken for every injury they suffered and moved by every act of perseverance they made.

The metal door of the medical room slowly opened with the sound of gears turning, the harsh grinding sound like the low growl of some kind of giant beast.

Having waited for three whole days, Theresa suddenly straightened her back, her combat boots scraping against the ground, and rushed forward in three strides.

Jing Ye's figure emerged from the dimly lit medical room, his clothes still stained with mottled blood, and the clear sound of the blade returning to its sheath was like the whisper of death.

He walked out slowly, each step carrying an invisible pressure. The corridor lights cast distorted shadows on him, making him look like a demon returning from hell.

Theresa opened her mouth, the questions she had been holding back for three days about to burst forth: "How are Himeko and the others? What kind of terrible training did you give them?!"

However, the moment Jing Ye raised his head and his cold eyes swept over Theresa, the air seemed to freeze instantly.

A chilling aura surged in his eyes, as if they contained a dark abyss that could devour everything, or as if countless sharp blades were flashing within them.

Theresa's voice stopped abruptly, the words she was about to say were choked back, and her body froze on the spot.

She could clearly feel the oppressive force in the other person's gaze, so strong it was suffocating her.

Einstein and Tesla, standing behind Theresa, also felt the suffocating pressure emanating from her.

Jing Ye's lips curled into a faint, cold smile. As he brushed past Theresa, the gust of wind he created lifted her hair, leaving behind a chilling sensation.

Theresa bit her lower lip, her nails digging deep into her palms, watching Jing Ye's receding figure, her heart filled with anger and worry, yet she dared not easily vent it.

Only after the figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor did Theresa slam her taut fist heavily against the metal wall, the crisp impact echoing loudly.

She bit her lower lip, the taste of blood spreading in her mouth. The St. Freya Academy badge felt slightly hot against her collar, yet it burned her eyes.

As the head of a hospital, he couldn't even protect his most cherished students and subordinates.

For the past three days, the horrifying images from the surveillance footage have kept flashing through my mind: Kiana's trembling back as she was pinned down, Himeko's bloodstained blade, Mei's desperate eyes...

Now, facing the culprit, she can't even utter a complete question.

The Conqueror's Haki that Jing Ye released when he appeared had already enveloped the entire corridor as if it were a tangible entity the moment the medical room door opened.

Theresa's combat boots sank deep into the ground, and the metal floor groaned under the invisible pressure.

She forced her back straight, but her muscles trembled uncontrollably. Every pore seemed to scream for submission. Her throat felt like it was being gripped by an invisible giant hand, and even breathing became a luxury.

It was an oppressive feeling beyond reason, more terrifying than any Honkai Beast riot she had ever experienced, as if her soul was about to be crushed.

Moreover, Tesla and Einstein were two researchers, even if they had lived from a hundred years ago to the present day, their experience would be longer than that of Theresa.

These two scientists, who have weathered a century of storms, could barely stand at this moment, as if they would collapse completely at any moment.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the metal wall, and sparks from the friction between the boxing gloves and the wall landed on Theresa's white knuckles.

She stared intently in the direction Jing Ye had left, her eyes burning with anger and resentment, but the trembling in her body betrayed her inner turmoil.

This is the terrifying aspect of Conqueror's Haki; it doesn't even require physical action, its sheer aura alone can terrify people.

The red glow of the corridor emergency lights swept across the floor like a tide, and Tesla's shadow twisted into a broken shape on the metal wall.

Her white coat was soaked with cold sweat at the hem, and her hands, stained with wall plaster, left five trembling finger marks on the wall.

"No wonder Kiana's Herrscher core hasn't fluctuated in the past three days... It turns out that even Herrscher consciousness can be suppressed by this power."

Her voice sounded like it was squeezed out from between rusty gears, each word carrying the harsh sound of metal rubbing together. Her fingertips twitched uncontrollably, as if still lingering fear from being crushed by an overbearing aura.

Einstein hadn't broken out in so many cold sweats in his entire life.

"His strength is probably far beyond our understanding."

Even having witnessed the power of a Herrscher firsthand, she had never felt such a ferocious sense of oppression.

The hoarse voice concealed a barely perceptible vibrato, like a phonograph that hadn't been repaired in a century suddenly jamming.

"There is no record of this person in Anti-Entropy's database—when did Destiny begin to harbor such a ferocious beast?"

Her gaze swept over the cracks on the edge of the control panel, which had been shattered by the powerful force just now, with tiny shards of glass still embedded in the cracks.

Theresa's combat boots screeched across the ground, the metal teeth on the soles scraping against the floor as if to etch her fury into the building.

“Theresa, prepare for the worst. This person can easily suppress a Herrscher, but can also destroy the entire St. Freya in the blink of an eye.”

Theresa's Adam's apple bobbed as she swallowed her pent-up resentment and anger.

The emergency lights in the corridor suddenly began to flicker irregularly, cutting her shadow into countless fragments and projecting them onto the cracked metal wall, just like her broken yet stubborn determination at this moment.

Theresa, Tesla, and Einstein could never have imagined the methods to treat Himeko and Kiana.

"The Puppet on a String," the entry for the character Jingye helped transform fireflies in the Grammer Empire.

When the dungeon scene is reassembled like a shattered mirror, the ukiyo-e style of Izumo suddenly shatters, replaced by a broken world.

At that time, the rogue simulator's prompt box appeared:

[Scene change detected; host granted permission to add one entry]

Jing Ye swiped his finger across the virtual panel floating in the air, and the entry for "The Puppet on a String" appeared prominently.

In the bloody storms of Izumo, he crushed Himeko's sword with an emperor-like demeanor and used Furibas as Raiden Mei's arena.

Those battles had already subjugated Himeko, Furibas, and Raiden Mei, thus fulfilling the conditions for "The Puppet".

Making a woman blush can further enhance the host's ability to manipulate her, allowing them to control her in battle.

Although they are not the same person in the current broken world, the connection between the same beings allows Jingye's "Puppet on a String" to have a certain effect on them.

The effects of "Marionette" can modify their bodies and naturally heal them, which is why Himeko and Kiana's injuries can be healed.

This also means that they will be more under Jing Ye's control, like puppets to be played with.

The scenes of Himeko, Raiden Mei, and Furibas during their time in Izumo, filled with blood, tears, and humiliation, now transform into the dazzling light of the activated entry.

Jingye stroked the tiny dolls that suddenly appeared in his palm—three adorable dolls that looked exactly like Himeko, Kiana, and Raiden Mei.

As he turned the spool, a muffled groan came from the medical pod in the distance, and the vital signs monitors of Himeko and Kiana flashed wildly.

Cells on the verge of collapse from the battle are being forcibly reorganized by an invisible force, and hidden wounds are healing at a visible speed under the flow of data.

The following day, the cold lights in the medical pod suddenly turned an eerie scarlet, and Jing Ye's shadow stretched infinitely on the metal wall, like a giant beast baring its fangs.

He toyed with the doll in his palm; three thin threads extended from the doll's spine, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light in the air.

"Break time is over." His voice seemed to come from the abyss, each word carrying a chilling coldness.

"Have Himeko and Kiana get up and continue their iaido training."

Raiden Mei's fingernails dug deeply into her palms, and the blood seeping from under her nails dripped onto her combat boots.

She looked at the two people huddled in the corner of the treatment pod. Himeko's bandages were still soaked with blood, and Kiana's eyelashes trembled incessantly from the pain.

“They haven’t recovered yet…” Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, yet it was exceptionally clear in the silent medical pod.

Jingye chuckled softly, turning the spool, and the puppet's arm rose accordingly. In the distance, Himeko suddenly let out a muffled groan, clutching her chest and coughing violently, while alarms blared from the treatment pods.

"I can make training easy, or I can make it unbearable."

Jingye's fingertips traced the doll's neck, and Himeko's face instantly turned deathly pale, a suppressed whimper escaping her throat.

"The choice is yours, Raiden Mei. Will you bring them here yourself, or will I...?"

He yanked the threads violently, and Kiana's body convulsed uncontrollably, emitting a heart-stopping thud.

Raiden Mei's legs felt like they were filled with lead, making every step incredibly difficult.

When she trembled as she reached out to pull Himeko closer, the other's bloodshot eyes reflected her despair.

Kiana weakly grasped her wrist, her voice as soft as a feather: "Mei... no..."

"It seems you made a wise choice."

Jing Ye loosened the threads, and the doll went limp in his palm.

Raiden Mei bit her lower lip, the taste of blood spreading in her mouth. She forcefully dragged the two of them toward Keiya, toward the cruel iaido training.

The moment Raiden Mei's fingers touched Kiana's icy hand, Jingye's light chuckle as he played with the fluffy doll suddenly turned chilling.

Three tiny dolls, identical to Himeko, Kiana, and Raiden Mei, their fluffy fur stained with dark red blood, swayed gently in his palm.

"Principal Theresa cares about you?" His voice was like it was covered in ice, with a malicious upward swell at the end.

Kiana gently turned the doll with her fingertips, and suddenly let out a painful groan. Her curled-up body convulsed uncontrollably, and she trembled even more violently, her already weak body trembling even more.

Jingye tugged at the doll's arm, and although Himeko's back wound did not burst open, she staggered forward a few steps uncontrollably, and the bloodstains under the bandages slightly spread.