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Chapter 473. Malice
Upon hearing this, Jiang Jianxin's eyes widened suddenly.

—A premonition of the home?

How did this monster know that she was the precognitive from the first timeline?
Everything seemed strangely off, as if someone was deliberately targeting her from behind the scenes.

...Killing Jiang Jianxin is tantamount to killing the Predictor.

...to kill the future that is still growing in the womb.

Once a top-level prediction is in place, it is very difficult to crack it from the planning level.

After all, foresight represents the future, and the information gap has become so large that it resembles the Great Rift Valley in Africa, enough to drive people to despair.

The only way to break this scheme is to kill the foresight behind the scenes, thus killing the "future" before it even begins.

This person clearly had this in mind.

But the key point is that it is targeting the Precognitionists. Jiang Jianxin has not yet awakened the memories of the Precognitionists and is currently in the early stages of enlightenment. Directly facing the powerful Precognitionists would be difficult and even terrifying.

High-IQ peak games are played from afar, with players vying for supremacy.

From the carbon bullets of the past to the figurehead of the present, Jiang Jianxin has been unable to find the shadow of the mastermind behind it all; he has only been dealing with its "chess pieces."

A truly skilled strategist's precise positioning and the pieces themselves are enough to give one a suffocating feeling, as if haunted by a damp, sinister ghost.

For example, at this moment, the vase-woman swung her arm, and the heavy porcelain vase, accompanied by a whooshing sound, came crashing down on her head. Jiang Jianxin reacted extremely quickly, parrying with his sword—clang! The mouth of the vase struck the blade, producing a clear and long hum.

The blue glaze on the surface of the porcelain bottle flowed and bent during the tremor, outlining a strange smiling face.

Jiang Jian's heart sank.

Not good.

Her formidable combat reflexes were also part of the enemy's calculations. It had anticipated her ability to withstand the attack, so its true killing move was—

"Wow..."

The bottle, which was being held back by the Tangguang Sword, suddenly softened and melted rapidly from the point of impact, like wax that had been exposed to fire.

The viscous glaze spread down the blade, sealing the entire longsword firmly in its path.

In the blink of an eye, the Tangguang Sword was encased in a hard, glaze-like shell.

The connection between Jiang Jianxin and his natal sword suddenly ceased.

It wasn't cut off, but rather "covered up"—like being covered with a thick layer of wax, still there, but blurry and hard to touch.

The sword trembled slightly, then quickly shrank and collapsed within its shell, eventually transforming back into a light, flimsy paper sword, which she grabbed and stuffed into her pocket.

Jiang Jianxin raised his eyes, his face cold and brooding as he looked ahead.

"You know me very well."

"Hahahahahaha—!"

The vase-shaped figure let out a high-pitched, shrill laugh, holding a new vase in both hands, the smiley face patterns on the vase twisting as if mocking it.

"Didn't I tell you, the prophet?"

It repeated its declaration in its lisping voice, slowly pointing the vase at Jiang Jianxin:

"Today, your head will be decorated here."

After saying that, it took a few steps back, and Jiang Jianxin heard a sound coming from the surrounding darkness.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Countless carbon bombs shot out, trying to riddle her with holes.

Jiang Jianxin knew it was trying to force her to take out her second weapon, the Death Scythe.

The scythe was exposed during the first attack, so it must have had a countermeasure.

Based on her current understanding of the tactics employed, the best way to avoid getting caught in the trap is to play by your own rules.

Just like now, the other party is forcing her to move to the next stage of the game, but she can't move in.

With both weapons rendered useless, the difficulty skyrockets as you fight bare-handed.

"Da da da……"

Jiang Jianxin first cast a shield spell, the white shield helping her block some bullets. Then she quickly dodged the bullets shooting in the darkness, trying to minimize the shield's depletion. Although this allowed her to survive the hail of bullets, it put her in a very passive position.

Jiang Jianxin wanted to change the situation.

Seizing the fleeting moment of the ballistics shift, she suddenly burst from her defense, advancing instead of retreating, and lunged straight at the monster holding the vase, throwing a punch at it.

"Om————"

Just as the fist was about to land, the vase-shaped man suddenly raised his hand.

"call……"

The vase containing the human stump of Andorra flew over and blocked the way.

He seemed to be awakened by the violent commotion, his blood-stained eyelids trembling as he struggled to open them a crack.

In an instant, their eyes met.

Jiang Jianxin's pupils shrank sharply, and he abruptly stopped the punch that was about to be unleashed. He twisted his waist in mid-air, turning the hard fist into a soft palm, and his five fingers, like hooks, clamped down on the vase-shaped man's raised arm.

Using the combined force of her forward momentum and twist, she was thrown upside down, her legs whipping around like whips, and she slammed her back into the vase on the monster's head.

"Crack-!"

A piercing cracking sound erupted, and shards of porcelain flew everywhere.

The vase-shaped figure let out a pained howl that sounded inhuman, and staggered backward.

Jiang Jianxin, following the reaction force, twisted in mid-air, stretched out his arms, and tightly hugged the vase containing Andorra's flowers. He fell to the ground with the vase, absorbing most of the impact with his back.

Almost at the moment she landed—

In the darkness, a hail of bullets suddenly turned all the gun barrels around.

"Puff puff puff puff puff—"

The muffled thuds of bullets entering flesh were so frequent they were suffocating.

Most of the carbon bombs struck Jiang Jianxin's completely exposed back.

The rest of the bullets hit the area around the vase in her arms, with a few even grazing the vase and sparking.

"Uh……"

Inside the vase, Andorra's mangled body convulsed in excruciating pain, blood gushing from his severed limbs, quickly staining the bottom of the vase red.

His face was ashen, his lips moved, and he managed to squeeze out a weak but clear sound:
"Go... don't worry about me... you go quickly..."

Jiang Jianxin unleashed the white light of the shield to its fullest extent, enveloping the vase in his arms and tightly protecting Andor's remaining head and torso.

As for her back and even her entire body, there was no protection whatsoever.

"Cough cough..."

Warm blood gushed from countless wounds, soaking through his clothes and spreading large patches of dark red beneath him.

The excruciating pain washed over my nerves like a tidal wave, and every muscle in my body screamed.

However, her eyes were surprisingly bright.

"Its target is me..."

Jiang Jianxin coughed up a mouthful of blood, his voice trembling slightly from the pain, yet unusually steady:
"How could I possibly leave?"

She lowered her head, looking into the eyes reflected in the bottle, eyes brimming with pain and pleading, and said, word by word:
"Trust me, I can save you."

"We can all survive."

As soon as she finished speaking, she trembled and raised her blood-covered left hand.

"Om..."

In the palm of his hand, a single point of emerald light stubbornly pierced through the blood and darkness.

The lake's green ripples struggled and spread, trying to burst forth and bring warmth almost like spring blossoms.

(End of this chapter)