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Chapter 200 Separation and Integration, Little Rascal

"what?"

The little rascal squeezed out a sound from his throat, then slowly turned his head to look at the principal next to him.

Those big eyes were filled with disbelief.

For many years, she has been tormented by her own abilities.

Let alone physical contact with people, even just reaching out to pet a small animal or gently placing your palm on trees and flowers.

Those vibrant lives would have all their vitality drained from them within seconds, withering and dying.

Possessing this death-like power, she has never been truly happy, not even for a single day.

After arriving at the academy, even Wolverine Logan, who possesses extremely strong self-healing abilities and is even known as immortal, could only barely withstand her power for five seconds.

If it exceeds a thousand seconds, it will be life-threatening; at most, three thousand seconds will be enough to completely drain this immortal warrior.

As she grew older, she even seriously considered whether to end it all.

But in the end, I still didn't have the courage.

She could only wrap herself up tightly in clothes, put on gloves, and then put on another layer of sleeves, as if she had put several layers of seals on herself, keeping herself separate from all her classmates.

But now, this person in front of her is saying that he can strip away this death-like power and give her the right to live as an ordinary person again.

Upon hearing the news, her first reaction was not happiness.

A sense of unease arose, as if something was stuck in my chest, leaving me speechless and unable to believe.

That's why she instinctively looked at the person she had always respected most—Principal Charles.

The other students and teachers also stood quietly in place, and no one made a sound.

They all knew what Little Rascal's abilities meant, and they all knew how she had endured all these years.

At that moment, everyone held their breath and turned their attention to Charles, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Charles spoke softly, his tone as gentle as ever, but every word was earnest: "Mayor Lee, do you really have a way to strip away Little Rascal's abilities?"

Li En turned his head and gave the little rascal a smile.

The smile was faint, but it was completely different from his usual cold and hard image in news footage; it carried a kind of reassuring certainty.

"Of course, I never make promises I'm not sure about."

He paused for a moment, then naturally changed the subject, his tone frank and undisguised: "However, in my opinion, your ability has enormous potential value for humanity."

So if you really decide to remove it—could I have a vial of blood drawn beforehand?

He didn't make up any excuses or use lies like "blood must be drawn to strip away the ability" to lure the other party; he simply laid out his needs directly.

This frankness, on the contrary, made everyone present feel a sense of inexplicable reassurance.

Charles took a deep breath, turned to look at the little rascal, and said in a calm but weighty tone, "I don't think Mayor Lee is lying."

The little rascal's expression instantly became excited.

She frantically pulled down the layers of sleeves that were wrapped around her forearm, one by one, until her entire forearm was exposed.

Her voice trembled, urgent as if she were afraid the other person would back out: "My ability will be triggered as soon as it touches the skin! When you draw blood, whatever you do, don't touch my skin—whatever you do, don't touch it!"

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Li En nodded, and with a flick of his wrist, pulled a metal box out of the spatial storage.

The latch popped open, the lid was lifted, and inside were twenty specially made fully automatic blood collection needles neatly stacked.

Charles, sitting in the wheelchair beside him, twitched his brow slightly.

He now fully understood that Mayor Li En's other purpose in coming today was probably to fill all these syringes before leaving.

Li En picked up a syringe and quickly applied it to the vein on Xiao Taoqi's wrist.

The fully automatic blood collection device emits an extremely faint sound of air pressure, the needle tip pierces, and it is withdrawn. In no more than five seconds, the required blood has been steadily poured into the tube.

As the needle was removed, a disinfectant dressing was applied to the injection site. The whole process was clean and efficient, and the little rascal didn't even have time to feel any pain before it was over.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Li En put the collected blood sample back into the box, looked up again, and gave the little rascal a gentle smile.

This smile caught the attention of the surrounding students, causing them to pause slightly in surprise.

When you see Li En on TV news and online live streams, he always has a cold and hard demeanor.

That posture certainly made people feel safe, but it was definitely not related to the word "closeness".

But the Li En standing in front of them at this moment smiled like a trustworthy elder.

Li En straightened up and clenched his right hand sharply in the air.

The rebellious Yama, accompanied by a dark red aura, fell from the void into his palm.

He aimed the tip of the sword at the little rascal's heart, his movements steady and slow.

"This weapon comes from a demon I once slew—or you could interpret them as some kind of alien life form."

It contains a power capable of stripping everything away.

In a moment, I will insert the tip of the sword into your heart and separate your X gene and related abilities from your body.

From now on, you are just an ordinary person.

Moreover, there is a very high probability that your X gene will be completely removed during this process, and you will never awaken any abilities again.

He paused for a moment, looked into the little rascal's eyes, and spoke with a more serious tone than before.

"So I'm asking you one last time, are you really sure about this?"

Without any hesitation, the little rascal blurted out almost as soon as he finished speaking: "Of course, I just want to be a normal person."

"Wait." Wolverine Logan took two steps forward, his brows furrowed tightly.

He first glanced down at the little rascal, then fixed his gaze back on Li En's face, his voice sounding like it was being ground out from deep in his throat.

"Such a big sword, plunging it into her heart like that, are you sure you won't kill her instantly?"

Li En turned to look at Logan and explained calmly, "This sword is imbued with the rules of separation, not a blade in the physical sense. Don't worry."

He paused for a moment, as if he had suddenly remembered something, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Of course, if you still think it's too dangerous, I can do an experiment on you first."

For example, we could separate out all the adamantium alloy from your bones.

Logan's eyes widened suddenly.

His hands clenched unconsciously, and six alloy claws sprang out from between his knuckles with a thud.

He looked down at his claws, which gleamed coldly under the light, then looked up, his voice filled with a complex emotion: "You said—you can get these things out of my body?"

"Of course, but let me make this clear first: if you lose this alloy, your combat power will drop drastically."

But if you just want to remove them, I can precisely strip away the metal without affecting your healing abilities.

Logan stared at his claws, his face, etched with the wrinkles of time, contorted with several indescribable expressions.

He had lived through war, wandered the world for far too many years, and was utterly fed up with fighting.

But after becoming a teacher at Xavier's School, he rediscovered something that made him want to keep living.

He wanted to protect the students here.

If you remove those metals, all he's left with is his self-healing ability and over a hundred years of combat experience. Is that enough?

There was a long silence.

He gritted his teeth, about to speak.

"Mr. Logan! No need." The little rascal suddenly shouted, interrupting him.

She looked up and met Logan's gaze. There was no hesitation in her eyes, only a resolute determination that had rebounded after being pushed to the limit.

"Let me do it. I trust Mayor Lee and I trust the principal's judgment."

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Logan ultimately said nothing, but simply took a step back.

But he didn't retract his claws, and his eyes remained fixed on Li En.

The little rascal puffed out his chest, opened his arms, and closed his eyes.

Her voice boomed clearly in the quiet office.

"bring it on."

Li En did not wait any longer.

He gripped the hilt of the Rebellious Yama's sword with both hands and thrust the tip of the sword into the little rascal's heart from the front.

The dark red blade pierced her chest, and the tip of the sword silently emerged from her back.

The hearts of all the teachers and students in the office were simultaneously on edge.

But the next moment they discovered there was no blood.

Not a single drop of red liquid seeped out of the wound.

The little rascal didn't even feel any pain.

With her eyes closed, she whispered, "Has it started?"

Li En did not answer.

His consciousness had already sunk into the separating power of the rebellious Yama, probing into the little rascal's body along the sword, accurately capturing the X genes scattered throughout her cells.

He locked onto them, gathered them together, and then pulled them back sharply.

The moment the separation was complete, he casually tried to see if he could use the power of fusion to reassemble the freshly extracted genes.

But those gene fragments vanished completely as soon as they left the sword tip, as if they had never existed in this world.

This discovery is worth noting down.

"Don't worry, I can manage," the little rascal said again.

Her eyes remained tightly closed, and her lips trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Li En put the rebellious Yama back into his spatial storage, took a step forward, raised his right hand, and gently pressed it on the top of the little rascal's head.

His palm rested against her hair, its temperature steady and warm.

It's over.

"Why?"

The little rascal slowly opened his eyes in disbelief.

When she saw clearly that Li En's hand was resting steadily on her head.

When she felt the warmth of that hand and saw the expression on the face of the person standing in front of her—an expression that showed no discomfort, no reluctance, and none of the "don't come near me" look she had seen countless times—tears welled up in her eyes without warning.

"That's great—that's really great—"

She was somewhat incoherent, unsure of what to do with her hands, and just kept repeating those few words in place.

Li En lowered his hand from above her head, took her hands in his, and personally removed the gloves that she had worn for who knows how many years, one by one.

Then, with his own hands, he firmly grasped those small hands that had turned slightly white from being covered by gloves.

He didn't say a word. He just smiled and looked at her.

Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds, one minute.

Li En's body showed no abnormalities.

Little Mischief didn't feel the absorption sensation that had given her countless nightmares.

Nothing happened.

"It's really...it's really over! That's wonderful!"

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