Gao Wu: After transforming into a soft girl, I became a calamity?

Ahua… or rather, the imitator, stared in disbelief at the hand that had pierced through his chest.

How could that be?

Before it could even react, its core was ripped out?

The instant the core detaches from the body, the imitator's facade crumbles, slowly fading away.

It revealed a gaping mouth that stretched all the way to its ears, and excessively small eyes; the rest of its body was not much different from a human's.

It seemed that a last shred of strength remained in its body, allowing it to barely turn its head.

When it realized that the perpetrator was Jiang Mian, a hint of shock appeared in its eyes, which was almost human-like, followed by a sense of understanding.

No wonder... I deliberately let myself be suspended the whole way...

Who exactly is she...?

Before it could figure it out, its consciousness plummeted into the abyss, its body lost its support, and it collapsed to the ground with a "plop".

The black arm slowly retracted, obediently handing the still-warm core to Jiang Mian.

Speaking of which, this thing can be considered a type of water illusion.

Once inside the mist, she found her abilities to flow much more smoothly, manipulating elements at a significantly faster pace, and compressing water into this form with ease.

Its strength is decent, and with the wind attached to its surface, it increases the tearing effect, making its attack power quite impressive.

Breaking through the defenses of this nearly exhausted imitator would be a piece of cake.

Speaking of which, the imitator's ability is quite amazing. Maybe we should study the core of it?

If you can't figure out what's going on, you can just click "recycle".

The Calamity Core isn't difficult to store; you can just put it in your pocket.

Jiang Mian put away the core, a dark gold glint flashing in his eyes.

An orange-gold flame instantly erupted from the remains of the imitator.

It was completely devoured in just a few seconds.

The returns are pretty good... without burning the core, it's equivalent to a regular Tier 3 target.

Perhaps it's because of the high sequence number?

Number Eight witnessed the entire process from a short distance away and was momentarily speechless.

He vaguely understood what had happened, but it was too surreal... Number Six, was that their mission target?

Or rather... Number Six never existed from beginning to end; he was a fake!

Jiang Mian himself was fully aware of their actions and even secretly manipulated them.

Perhaps... she deliberately lured these third-tier imitators here!

Who would believe that if I told them?

Number Eight couldn't understand how she used the Communicator, but that wasn't important.

The important question is, what exactly is her ability?

Controlling water, igniting fire... and the wind power she usually displays, why can she control three elements?

A terrifying thought surfaced in Number Eight's mind.

Jiang Mian is not some kind of "eye of the storm" at all! Nor is he some innocent little rabbit that can be easily manipulated!

Being able to hide for so long, no matter which side's apex sequence she belongs to, she can't be a kind person!

Having learned her secret, I'm definitely already on her kill list.

"What's wrong? Number Eight, are you ready?"

Jiang Mian uttered the sound of number six, which sent chills down Number Eight's spine.

"Um... is it possible to reconcile?"

Number 8 gave a smile that looked more like a grimace.

The surrounding wind pressure was increasing at an incredible speed, as if sealing off the surrounding space, making it impossible to move for a moment.

Now... he can't even sneak into the shadows!

There was a reason why Jiang Mian didn't kill him first.

She had just had some stomach upset from taking the inhibitors before, so I wonder if taking the No. 8 that had taken those inhibitors will make her feel unwell.

Since the imitator still had some strength left, she quickly eliminated the imitator.

But that doesn't mean she'll let Number Eight off the hook.

"Number Eight, are you kidding me?"

Jiang Mian put on a smile, looking quite approachable.

She wouldn't be surprised if Number Four said something like that, but Number Eight... it seems that all the infected are the same; their deepest obsession is to live.

But she won't let go of anyone who lays a hand on her, even if they beg her.

When the dark gold in Jiang Mian's eyes lit up again, Number Eight's body suddenly trembled violently, and his skin was covered with strange black patterns.

He clenched his teeth, veins bulging, as if he were enduring immense pain.

"Is this... a catastrophic transformation?"

Jiang Mian could tell the other person's physical condition at a glance.

Strange, Number Eight's physical condition was considered quite "healthy" among the infected, so how could he suddenly...

Could it be... the effect of that inhibitor?

Number 4 was forcibly controlled before, and Number 8 just now... perhaps he mentally gave up resisting, triggering some special mechanism?

After all, she had never heard of any cases where a patient with the disease skipped all three stages and directly became catastrophic.

Without hesitation, Jiang Mian sent out a thought, and flames instantly engulfed Number Eight's body.

She didn't have any deep-seated hatred for Number Eight, so giving him a quick death might be the best option.

Number Eight's body was twisting and changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it looked as if there were living things wriggling wildly under his skin, ready to burst out at any moment.

After being completely engulfed by the orange-gold flames, the process of distortion actually stopped.

"Hahaha……"

Number Eight suddenly burst into a maniacal laugh.

His body, along with the hemoglobin inhibitor in his pocket, vanished along with the flames within seconds.

Jiang Mian didn't speak, but quietly picked up the Zhan Ying from the ground.

I am also a patient with the disease, and although I also have many restrictions, compared to them, I am relatively free.

Only by being strong enough can one control their own destiny.

She often wondered, if her own strength was already so outrageous, what would the strength of the other peaks be?

What level is she among these monsters?

After all... their own development conditions are quite demanding. If it were a primordial calamity or the pinnacle of awakening, the conditions would definitely be much better.

At least there are no physical or mental health issues.

Ye Chenyang is an exception; his strength is hard to predict. He seems to know a little bit about everything, so let's just call him an all-rounder for now.

Fortunately, they are relatively easy to fool, but their behavior is somewhat strange.

I don't know why five corresponding vertex sequences were created in this world.

Is it for a five-on-five check and balance?

Jiang Mian had no intention of confronting them, nor did she want to find so-called "kindred spirits," and she certainly didn't want to be some kind of dark villain. She just wanted to live her own life.

She flicked the katana in her hand, her heart unmoved.

This thing is okay to play with, but as for its actual use... it doesn't help her much.

Taking it away would be too conspicuous and would make it harder to disguise myself, so I'd better stay here with Number Eight.

Jiang Mian aimed the tip of the knife at the ground and inserted it into the spot where No. 8 had just been burned to ashes. He casually tossed the scabbard aside, and flames ignited, gradually melting the scabbard.

She turned around and looked at the other end of the white mist.

Number four... has been delivered to my door.