Ark Chess Player.

The slender, thin figure swung out her left arm, clashing against the black stone pillar that could easily shatter the foundation of a moving city!

"Boom!!"

The Kingslayer's left hand, glowing with the light of dawn, brutally and unreasonably deflected the stone pillar with its bare hands. The air itself trembled violently, and the shockwave from the blast swept past. Uvi was pulled in halfway, his legs buckling on the ground, leaving him with a gaping wound and unable to move.

The tattered flesh armor and broken carbon fiber short blades slowly flew into the distance.

Time seemed to slow before the Kingslayer's eyes because her speed had exceeded its limits.

The Kingslayer's right hand pierced through Uvi's chest. The breastplate, already nearing its limit, could not withstand her attack and was torn out, revealing a mud ball teeming with countless insects. These very creatures had been parasitizing Uvi's corpse, beating in place of his heart, desecrating his life.

Goodbye, Uwe.

The regicide clenched its fist, crushing the struggling insect into a spray of slimy liquid.

"And then there's my weakness."

Chapter 311 W and Amiya

Uwe's body remained in a kneeling position, dying silently.

Even when seated, his 2.4-meter-tall frame allows him to maintain eye level with the regicide.

The red and white tactical gloves glowed with the light of dawn, and the insects crushed into dust in the Kingslayer's hand were burned to ashes and scattered randomly.

The Kingslayer grasped the crimson flames, closed Uvi's bulging eyes, her fingers trembling uncontrollably. The sun-like light bathed the corpse, the warm flames washing away sin and cleansing away all filth. The Kingslayer wished that her former student would close her eyes, never to open them again, never to witness this cruel land where humanity had been devoured by countless conflicts.

"Thank you, Amiya."

The Kingslayer nodded to Amiya.

Behind her, the corpse was bathed in the warmth of the sun, flames scorching the remains.

Night falls.

Dusk reached the edge of the city.

The firelight in the ruins, however, chilled the king-slayer to the bone.

"Miss Kingslayer..."

Amiya wanted to comfort her, but before she could speak, the Kingslayer shook her head.

"I can hear it."

"When I fell into the trap, although I couldn't break free, I could hear it."

“My students… those who believed in me have become Mephistopheles’s experiments. Matthias, Uvi, Elfrid, Garros, Ruhar, Ogise, and Ariel. I remember them, I know them, but I never expected them to be implicated because of me. I never intended to have any further contact with them, and I never stepped forward directly; I always let them fight on their own.”

“Everyone in the Reunion Movement thinks I’m an irresponsible person, a complete slacker, and I don’t care. I know very well that I will always bring disaster and misfortune to those around me. If they hadn’t followed me in the first place, perhaps they wouldn’t have been used…”

The ink-wash mask of the regicide could not read her emotions and silently became dull and lifeless.

“Miss Kingslayer, this is not your fault.”

Amiya immediately said that she saw many things in Matthias's memories; none of them blamed the Kingslayer when they met with misfortune! Although some people were puzzled and couldn't believe that the Kingslayer would betray them for the conditions offered by Rhodes Island, it was because they all knew that the Kingslayer couldn't do math! Addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division of numbers over ten were enough to make the Kingslayer crouch down and question her existence; no matter how much money Rhodes Island offered, she wouldn't know how much it was!

The king killer nodded and said, "Of course it's not my fault. I didn't turn them into this grotesque state."

"That's right...wait, what?!"

Amiya didn't react in time. When she looked up at the Kingslayer again, he was no longer in a state of dejection.

"The one who truly deceived and hurt them is Mephisto, not me. Whether I leave Reunion or not, he will eventually target others. This time, I simply gave him the opportunity. His next targets will be Bonecrusher's subordinates, or W's subordinates. He probably won't dare to touch Frostnova and Patriot—at least not until he's more powerful. By then, not only will the Yeti Squad and the Ursus Guerrilla be on his radar, but even Frostnova and Patriot themselves will be part of his plans. Mephisto covets me, and he doesn't even intend to let me go… so how could he possibly let anyone else go!"

The Kingslayer's fiery red eyes were filled with rage. She couldn't put into words the feeling of being corrupted by the barren Holy Grail. She couldn't even recall what she had experienced during that long period of time. The only thing she remembered was that in a world where she had nothing, only the tactical gloves that Lin Lu had given her continued to radiate warmth, preventing her consciousness from falling into the cold abyss.

...Did Lin Lu foresee this all along?

The Kingslayer blinked. She was still wondering why Lin Lu had suddenly given her a gift. It turned out… Lin Lu had anticipated Mephistopheles's intentions and had prepared a countermeasure. If that's the case, why didn't he remind me about Matthias and the others?!

Oh, what?

Has Lin Lu lost his memory?

Oh, that's okay.

The king killer tapped his head in exasperation.

Of course she knew that Lin Lu was not invincible; he was human, and only human.

Despite his diverse backgrounds, Lin Lu has always maintained a clear understanding of his own position and acted in accordance with his principles. Even with his superior strength and intellect, he remained acutely aware of what he could and could not do. Whether it was his past self or the one who emerged from Chernobog, Lin Lu consistently instilled a sense of security in the Kingslayer.

“I will no longer push all the responsibility onto you, Ritsu.”

The regicide raised her head, took a deep breath, and released the knot in her heart.

This experience made her realize that if she continued to bury her head in the sand like an ostrich, similar things would inevitably happen again. The Kingslayer deeply understood her wasted potential, how she had squandered her talent, and how she had simply wasted her days. She couldn't continue down this path of decadence; if Lin Lu and Amiya ever encountered unsolvable problems, she would have to be the one to find a solution.

I've decided that starting tomorrow, I'm going to at least learn multiplication and division!

...Thinking about it carefully, it seems a bit difficult. It's definitely better to be more solid and start learning from the basics.

One should not try to swallow a dangerous beast whole; even if it is Ursus leba, one should eat it slowly, one bite at a time.

Okay, I've made up my mind. Starting tomorrow, I'll at least learn addition and subtraction!

More than the kind that requires both hands to be used together!

I am awesome!

The regicide almost pounded her chest on the spot; she was moved by her own words, for she was a genius.

Slightly relieved, the Kingslayer turned to the other side of the ruins and shouted, "W, how long are you planning to hide there? Do you really think I don't know you're here?"

"W?!"

Upon hearing this, Amiya's face immediately tensed up, and she quickly turned to look. She was currently focused on activating her mental powers and hadn't even noticed anyone there, remaining relaxed as she subtly eased her furrowed brow.

If someone were to attempt to ambush her at this moment, she wouldn't even have time to react, which is a major taboo on the battlefield.

"Trying to use stealth against a real wolf is clearly not going to work... I was quite confident in my own abilities."

On the edge of the broken ruins, behind the collapsed rubble, a Sarkaz mercenary girl, dragging her broken bones, walked out helplessly.

Even amidst the ruins blanketed in black snow, the faint firelight still illuminated W's stunningly beautiful face. Her skin was fair, and her features were delicate and harmonious. Her warm, moist red eyes always gave off a tender and affectionate feeling, alluring yet not frivolous, and her gaze towards Amiya held a hint of a smile.

For some reason, Amiya felt a strange sense of familiarity when she looked at W.

Amiya gazed into W's ruby-like eyes and murmured:

Are you lost again?

Chapter 312 Even at the cost of my life! (4K)

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"You're lost again?"

Amiya blinked, not knowing why she blurted it out as she looked at W. And she had even subconsciously imitated…the woman of her ideal. In her heart, that person was as gentle and powerful as sunshine, capable of melting even the frozen ground with her smile.

W froze, stunned.

She stood there quietly, her heart filled with hesitation and confusion, as if she saw a familiar figure in Amiya.

“Theresia…no, no, you’re not…”

W shook his head self-deprecatingly, a faint, lonely smile playing on his lips.

She stared intently at Amiya, no longer glancing at the shadow behind her.

W said sternly, "Rabbit, what price did you pay to awaken that misty boy's will? If I'm not mistaken, there's a crack in the ring on your left index finger! Do you know what the consequences would be if your ring broke?"

"What are you talking about?" The Kingslayer frowned, not quite understanding what W was saying, and turned to look at Amiya.

“…Thanks for the reminder.”

Amiya instinctively hid her hands behind her back.

It's like a child who accidentally breaks a flowerpot and cuts their hand, and is too ashamed to show it to adults.

Just how much do you know about me?

Amiya stared at W, a faint red glow emanating from her azure eyes. An invisible mental domain rapidly expanded, instantly enveloping everyone present. But this time, Amiya miscalculated. Her ever-reliable mental power failed her; she couldn't access W's mind.

A silvery barrier blocked Amiya's view, leaving her isolated outside the door, unresponsive no matter how much she knocked. Amiya felt utterly alone, like a schoolchild returning home only to find she'd forgotten her keys, and she felt a pang of sadness and wanted to cry.

“Rabbit, if you want to read my mind, you’ll at least need my permission first. Anyone else trying to do it will be cursed from head to toe, but as for you… I’ll forgive you this time.” W’s tense expression melted like spring snow, and she said playfully, “It’s better if you don’t know too much right now. I can tell that annoying doctor is planning to take you out of your greenhouse, but…”

W's expression changed instantly, like the pages of a book turned in quantum reading. She coldly surveyed her surroundings and said in a deep voice, "The current situation is beyond your capabilities. I don't know what that person is thinking, letting you act alone. Don't think you're Mephisto's toy; if I wanted, I could kidnap you right now and take you back to Reunion. Is your only guarantee of safety her? Her? Is that all?"

W turned his gaze to the kingslayer, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain.

This is roughly what it means to insult someone without using profanity.

"..."

Instead of attacking in a fit of rage, the Kingslayer raised his left arm to block Amiya, silently adjusting his formation to a balanced offense and defense.

"Hey~ You didn't lose your mind and charge at me directly? It's only been a few days, Kingslayer, your IQ has obviously improved a lot. Rhodes Island is indeed a pharmaceutical company. Could it be that the Brain Gold that guy was talking about has really been developed? The effect is really obvious, it can even cure brain atrophy."

W smiled and said, her tone sarcastic throughout, trying to provoke the king-killer's anger.

If this were the Kingslayer from an hour ago, she would probably be furious by now, eager to rip open W's skull to see what was inside. But she was remarkably calm, her eyes serene, revealing a half-finger red and white tactical glove, which she slowly clenched into a fist.

She had promised Lin Lu that she would take good care of Amiya.

Even without Lin Lu's instructions, the King Killer would not allow Amiya to be in danger.

The regicide had made up her mind; she would no longer choose to run away, but would instead raise her head and face reality. If running away was shameful and useless, then she might as well transform into a wolf of Syracuse, tearing apart and devouring all enemies who dared to lay a hand on her family members, reducing them to ashes.

I don't care what you want to do.

The Kingslayer stared directly at W, his powerful will once again controlling the tactical gloves of unknown origin, which shone brilliantly in the morning light.

"If you want to hurt Amiya, I will stop you... even if it costs me my life!"

—Bonebreaker: Please turn on your microphone to communicate.

"Oh, is it so?"

W narrowed her eyes slightly, her face still bearing a smile, but this cold smile was devoid of any genuine joy.

After a few seconds of intense fighting, Amiya broke the escalating momentum of the battle.

"W, you want to take the Broken Bones with you, right?"

Amiya calmly observed and analyzed the situation, then cut straight to the point, questioning W directly.

She wouldn't rely too much on her talent, even though this mental power was indeed useful.

Dr. Kal'tsit had warned her not to become complacent with this power and forget her original abilities.

Amiya has studied everything she's learned at Rhodes Island over the past few years—whether it's "Compensation Management," "Recruitment and Screening," "Career Planning," "Organizational Behavior," "Management," "Columbia Economics," "Employee Mental Health," or "Terra's Universal Language"—with utmost diligence and without ever slacking off. In addition, she dedicates at least three hours each day to honing her tactical command and Originium Arts skills.

Amiya's current achievements are definitely not due to her talent, but to her hard work.

She even went so far as to make everyone else on Rhodes Island forget one thing.

Amiya, the CEO of Rhodes Island, is only fourteen years old.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"

W pointed behind Amiya and the Kingslayer, kindly reminding them, "Do you still have the mind to speculate about my actions? The beasts Mephisto unleashed are already raiding our base. I'll be frank with you, Bonecrusher and Misha, you can only take one of them."

Amiya slowly clenched her fist: "What if I want them all?"

"Then...BOOM! None of them! Neither he nor she can survive."

W made a dramatic onomatopoeic sound as she grabbed the broken arm and put her arm around the unconscious boy's shoulder.

The menacing whale mask, adorned with broken bones, slipped down to his neck, revealing a delicate boy's face and fluffy bear ears that evoked a strong urge to pinch and squeeze them. He looked remarkably similar to Misha. Even in his unconscious state, Alex still wore an expression of pain. Amiya didn't miss this detail; a vague guess formed in her mind, but before she could question it, W threw a smoke bomb to the ground.

“Rabbit, I know what you’re thinking, and I know what you’re delusional about. Wanting to save everyone is a good idea, but the good thing is it’s just an idea! When you bow to one person, your backside will always be facing another. Remember, whenever someone gains an excessive advantage, someone else will inevitably lose theirs! Take care of your own life first, Amiya!”

W's mocking laughter echoed through the rising smoke, but for some reason, Amiya felt that W... was imparting his experience. He was offering advice in a dishonest way, reminding her not to set her sights too far ahead, lest she lose sight of the path beneath her feet.

"What a strange man."

Amiya whispered, feeling that she had some impression of W, but she just couldn't quite place it.