Chapter 4: Self-Rescue

Everything Waka had done was for this moment.

She had not forgotten what the chibi spider-like creature had said: as long as you can see it, you can consume it, form a contract, and become a magical girl.

“What’s going on... How can you see me?” The boy’s mouth formed the chibi spider-like creature’s last question, which was immediately swallowed by his closing lips, silencing it forever.

That scene had unfolded too quickly.

Almost within a second or two.

The bald man’s henchmen behind him couldn’t react in time.

Moreover, they dared not react in their hearts.

After all, Waka was entangled with the enemy, and the dim light obscured their vision.

If they fired, what if they hit Waka?

Their comrade who had been killed earlier for speaking out was still not cold in his grave.

Therefore, doing more could only lead to more mistakes, and doing nothing was safer.

At this moment, they saw Waka pick up a pistol.

They immediately raised their guns, aiming at the boy, and pulled the triggers.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Inside the dimly lit container, the pistol bullets sparked as they slid from the barrels, bright and dazzling.

Bloody splatters erupted across the boy’s body.

Waka felt a sharp, searing pain… as if molten iron was coursing through her veins, as if she were melting away.

This was no illusion, but reality: the boy’s body was truly dissolving.

Though under the continuous gunfire, it was not visible from the outside.

At this moment, Waka’s consciousness resided ninety percent inside the boy’s body, allowing her to vividly feel everything happening within.

‘If this continues, this clone will collapse. No, I must repair it!’

She hurriedly consumed precious spiritual essence points to heal the clone.

This was one of the vital uses of spiritual essence points: no matter how severe the injuries, as long as there were enough points, the clone could be restored.

With the continuous repair from the spiritual essence points, the body’s collapse was halted.

Waka could sense that as the bullets shattered skin, flesh, and organs, strange changes were also occurring at the genetic level.

A peculiar energy, like a glowing surgical blade, penetrated deep into the clone’s cells.

It sliced through the boy’s DNA double helix, performing an unknown genetic transformation…

This pain far exceeded that of bullets tearing flesh.

Waka found she couldn’t even faint.

She could only painfully and clearly feel it all.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bald man also picked up his pistol.

He had been flustered earlier, forgetting he had henchmen, and instinctively bent down to grab his gun.

Only when the henchmen’s gunfire sounded did he realize it.

But if he stopped halfway, wouldn’t he expose his panic in front of his men?

So, he had no choice but to continue picking up the pistol.

“Shoot, kill him!” the bald man ordered, pulling the trigger.

The gunfire lasted for over ten seconds before stopping.

They had emptied their magazines and were calmly reloading.

After all, in their eyes, the boy was already dead beyond revival.

His face was battered beyond recognition, no skin visible, only sticky blood and flesh, with the white cheekbones exposed, his neck nearly broken—they had aimed precisely for these fatal spots.

“Boss, should we keep going?” one henchman asked cautiously.

The bald man was about to answer when a buzzing sound drifted in from outside.

‘A helicopter’s rotor blades,’ he thought, his expression changing as he realized it was time to leave.

“Go kill the little beauty in the cage, then we retreat,” the bald man ordered.

Since the boy’s body was blocking the front of the iron cage, they couldn’t find an angle to shoot the petite little beauty inside.

The henchman hurried forward, lifting his gun toward the little beauty lying on the ground behind the boy, ready to pull the trigger.

But at that moment—

In the dim container, his eyes caught a dazzling silver light, so pure, so mysterious, like the Milky Way.

“Huh~ Why can I see my own body?”

The man’s last gaze fixed on his own headless body, especially the smooth, mirror-like severed neck.

Splurt!

Blood erupted from the severed neck like a fountain, spraying over the rusty ground, the broken ceiling, and the cage’s iron bars.

This scene made the bald man and his men, who were about to turn and leave, widen their eyes in shock.

They hurriedly raised their guns to fire.

But it was too late.

Boom!

The metal floor of the container in front of them seemed struck by a heavy object, emitting a thunderous sound.

When they looked clearly, the boy’s body stood before them like a demon god.

“This speed...” The bald man’s scalp tingled, a chilling coldness shooting from his feet to his skull.

He would die, die, die, die...!

Swoosh!

At that moment, a brilliant silver light, like a soaring divine bird, grew larger and larger in his pupils, eventually spreading out and dissolving into nothingness.

The silver light radiated from the boy’s center, sweeping across three meters around him in an instant.

The speed was so fast that only a blur was visible to the naked eye.

The bald man and his henchmen were all horizontally sliced in half by the silver light, blood gushing forth, intestines, lungs, and other organs spilling everywhere, the already pungent stench intensifying exponentially.

The two damaged container walls on either side were also sliced open and collapsed, leaving smooth, mirror-like cut surfaces.

The battle ended in an instant.

From the moment the boy beheaded the first man to when he reached the bald man five meters away and sliced them all, barely over a second had passed.

Waka, controlling the boy’s body, looked at the bloody scene before her, unable to believe she had caused it.

She keenly noticed that after being cut in half, the bald man was not dead immediately; his upper body was still moving.

Suddenly, she could no longer hold back and bent over to retch.

However, the boy’s stomach was clean, and she had nothing to bring up.

Whistle, whistle...!

Sharp sirens sounded outside.

Hearing the noise, Waka quickly guided the boy’s body to the breach in the container wall and looked out.

Above the warehouse, a kilometer away, several futuristic twin-rotor helicopters were launching dozens of rockets toward this place, determined to level it.

“They’re using artillery to wash the ground even though there are hostages! What scoundrels!” Waka cursed bitterly.

She then controlled the boy to rush to the iron cage, silver light shimmering over him.

Three silver threads, as fine as ox hair and extremely flexible, moved under her control like fingers.

It was these silver threads that had just instantly killed the gangsters.

Shing, shing...!

The cage’s iron bars were easily cut apart by the silver threads.

Waka controlled the boy to cradle her true body in his arms, avoiding the dismembered corpses on the ground, and hurriedly fled.

But just as they left the container, rockets began to fall.

Boom!

The entire warehouse was engulfed in flames in an instant, the shockwave from the explosion like a level-nine gale.

Waka managed to control the boy to hold her tightly before being swallowed by the violent blast.

Her last memory was being hurled by the explosion, unsure where she landed.

After an unknown time, in a daze, she seemed to hear voices.

“Found a survivor…”

“Looks like a student... Ambulance…”