Chapter 14: Fierce Enough to Fear Oneself

“Ahhh—!” The excruciating pain forced Yuriko Ashida into a heart-wrenching scream, her once beautiful face contorted with agony.

The five black serpents writhed fiercely in tandem.

Wakaba realized her silver threads were on the verge of snapping.

Though the enemy’s black snakes had a shorter reach than hers, their strength and durability far surpassed her own.

Seizing the moment, she clenched her intact right hand into a fist and struck the wound on the opponent’s abdomen.

She then pulled back seven or eight meters, warily fixing her gaze on her adversary.

Her left palm, pierced through, hung beside her body, blood trickling down her fingertips and dripping onto the ground.

Yuriko Ashida gasped for air, her eyes filled with venomous hatred as she stared at Wakaba. “Why are you attacking me?”

“Heh~ You’ve already drawn those filth beasts here to kill me, and you ask why?” Wakaba replied coldly.

“On what grounds do you claim those filthy beasts came because of me? What if it was just an accident?” Yuriko challenged.

“My attack on you just now was also an accident.”

“You…” Yuriko faltered, then continued, “Aren’t you afraid you’re mistaken, falsely accusing me?”

“Killing you would be a mistake too, a false accusation,” Wakaba said evenly.

Yuriko Ashida stared incredulously at the man before her.

She had never imagined a man could be so obstinate, petty, and vindictive.

“Are you even a man? Clinging to such a trivial matter so fiercely?” Yuriko demanded. “Even if I truly attracted those beasts, isn’t it because you left me all alone there?”

“Didn’t I almost kill you? Yet you fuss over such a trivial matter? Are you really a girl? What girl acts so fierce like you?” Wakaba retorted bluntly.

“I... you...” Yuriko felt her anger boiling over.

She began to see clearly—this man was far from a proper man.

“You’re not a man,” Yuriko cursed.

“You’re a—” Wakaba was cut off by a sudden, stabbing pain in her chest. She coughed up blood.

Her legs went numb, and with a thud, she collapsed to her knees, clutching her chest, her face pale.

“What is this...” she gritted her teeth, staring sharply at Yuriko.

“Hahaha, my magic doesn’t just knock someone unconscious—it’s a deadly poison!” Yuriko said triumphantly as Wakaba fell.

Wakaba’s mind raced, suddenly recalling, “Wait, those ordinary people you bit before—”

“That’s not my fault; it’s yours!” Yuriko interrupted hastily. “If it weren’t to gain your trust, why would I do such a thing?”

Then she noticed Wakaba was about to die and regained her smugness. “Forget it, why explain to a corpse? Once you’re dead, I’ll tear you apart... Hey, what are you doing?”

Her eyes widened as if witnessing something shocking.

—

With a swift motion, Wakaba manipulated her silver threads and severed her left arm at the root. Blood sprayed and splattered across the ground.

It was the arm pierced by the black snake and the site of the poison.

The arm fell to the earth, and Wakaba immediately felt the poison’s grip lessen considerably.

Undeterred, she controlled the threads again and sliced open the artery in her neck to bleed out.

Gush! A torrent of blood spurted forth, overwhelmingly viscous and dark.

To accelerate the bleeding, she wrapped the artery with silver threads and pulled it outward.

The blood flowed like a faucet, dyeing her jacket, shirt, and shorts crimson.

From afar, she looked like a bloodied specter crawling up from hell.

The blood pooled rapidly on the dark soil beneath her feet.

Yuriko Ashida watched, stunned.

Though magical girls possessed formidable vitality, wounds deadly to ordinary people weren’t fatal to them.

Still, Wakaba’s reckless act sent chills down her spine.

Cruel!

So cruel!

And to herself, no less.

“You’re a coward, aren’t you? Why can you fight me so ruthlessly but won’t charge to kill the filth beasts?” Yuriko bellowed.

Wakaba gave her a look as if she were a fool.

With so much blood lost, the lethal poison’s effect visibly weakened.

She felt sensation returning to her limbs and rose directly from the ground.

“Madwoman, you crazy madwoman!” Yuriko took two steps back in fear.

Who would do such a thing when near death from poison?

Normally, wouldn’t one quietly await death?

Suddenly, a noise came from the side.

She turned to see the monstrous claw beast breaking free from the large stone, leaving rubble scattered everywhere.

—

“Hmph, even if you don’t die from the poison, what then? You’re gravely wounded now; there’s no way you can escape that filth beast’s jaws,” Yuriko said smugly, turning to leave.

“Hahaha, you should worry about yourself first, big fool!” Wakaba shouted triumphantly. “You’re sensitive to magical energy, so you can find me in this foggy realm. But when it comes to things beyond magic, you’re so dull-witted.”

Yuriko had initially dismissed it but now felt a dreadful premonition.

“What do you mean?” she halted and turned toward Wakaba.

“Don’t you feel something new in your belly?” Wakaba pointed at her abdomen.

Yuriko’s bleeding wound still looked gruesome but had stopped bleeding.

Wakaba continued, “Well, when you’re in such excruciating pain, you probably wouldn’t notice if something got shoved inside.”

Hearing this, Yuriko’s face paled.

She hurriedly reached for the wound on her abdomen and immediately felt something round, swollen, and hard.

“What is this?” she panicked, looking toward Wakaba.

But Wakaba had already staggered three or four meters away, clutching her head and lying down.

Seeing this, Yuriko’s face went deathly pale.

She frantically clawed at her belly, trying to extract the object inside.

Then, a sharp whistling sound pierced her ears. A gust of foul-smelling wind swept down from above.

She looked up just in time to see a gaping, bloody maw looming overhead.

“Ah, yes, and the filth beasts too...” The last thought flashed through her mind before excruciating pain overtook her, plunging her into oblivion.

Boom!

A fiery explosion erupted.

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