“We did it!”
“We really did it!”
“I never thought Her Highness’s modification plan would actually work!”
“I didn’t think this day would ever come!” one scientist exclaimed.
“Yes! Nearly one hundred percent Androidization!” the scientist beside him added, still reeling in awe.
“It’s like something out of a dream…”
Their amazement soon gave way to a rising wave of cheers outside the lab. Applause erupted, jubilant shouts echoing down the halls.
Inside, the scientists clapped with uncontainable excitement, hugging one another in celebration.
Serena, especially, exhaled deeply, her body coated in a thin sheen of sweat.
But within seconds, she jumped in place, unable to hold back her joy.
“Ahhh!!! It really worked!!”
All eyes turned with fervent admiration toward Seraphine, who stood silent and composed inside the laboratory.
In that moment, to every scientist present, Seraphine was the God of Science.
Only Yvienne, standing quietly in the corner, wore a subtle frown. She muttered under her breath, again and again:
“39.5 billion... 39.5 billion... 39.5 billion...”
Yes.
This procedure—though it lasted only a few hours—had cost nearly 39.5 billion Auril.
Seraphine, naturally, was unfazed.
She had long since stopped assigning much meaning to the concept of money.
But Yvienne, as the grand steward of the heir’s mansion, was almost in physical pain.
Because to those who manage finances, rising expenditures are a constant source of anguish.
“Hmm…”
Selene, who had been sleeping soundly on the operating table, suddenly opened her eyes.
Drowsy and disoriented, she pushed herself up with two fair, slender arms.
Her hands, without realizing it, pressed down with the slightest force—
Hiss hiss ~
A metallic groan echoed beneath her palms.
She had unintentionally left two deep, hand-shaped dents in the thick steel surface of the operating table.
“Huh?”
She stared at her own hands, raising them slowly in front of her face.
Pale, smooth, and warm.
They looked and felt like ordinary human hands.
“You’re awake.”
A pleasant woman voice rang gently in her ears.
She looked up.
It was Seraphine, calmly approaching with her hands clasped behind her back.
Without hesitation, Selene turned and stepped down from the table, kneeling on one knee before her:
“Your Highness!”
Though her body had been resting peacefully until now, Seraphine had already conveyed the outcome of the surgery to Selene’s mind via spiritual telepathy—
Including the risks.
And the reality that, upon success, Selene would cease to be human.
She would become fully mechanical.
But in that moment of transmission, Selene had not hesitated in the slightest.
She accepted it instantly.
Because ever since that cruise ship explosion—and the loss of her elder brother—
Selene had changed.
Profoundly.
Compared to who she once was, she was now almost an entirely different person.
And that, was natural.
After all, harsh reality accelerates maturity.
It’s just that the direction of that growth… is never easy to predict.
Now, only two things remained in Selene’s mind:
One was revenge.
The other, was to serve Seraphine with absolute loyalty.
And so, when she opened her eyes again—reborn in a mechanical body—
Selene didn’t speak of debts too great to be repaid.
She didn’t utter a single word about gratitude.
She had already made her choice—
To become the blade in Her Highness’s hand.
From this point on, all glory and disgrace would no longer concern her.
Gratitude? Appreciation?
Such emotions no longer existed within the self-reflection range of a killing tool.
In short—
Whoever Her Highness ordered her to kill—
She would kill them.
Even if that meant assassinating the Emperor of Emberlight himself…
She would not hesitate for even half a second.
“Mm~”
Seraphine paced halfway around Selene, lightly stroking her chin as she spoke:
“Selene, I believe your new body is in desperate need of a performance test.”
“As for the test subject…”
Selene said nothing.
She simply stood still.
Silently awaiting Her Highness’s next command.
Seraphine suddenly turned her head.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, gaze drifting toward one of the laboratory’s reinforced walls.
No—
Not the wall.
Her spiritual perception had already pierced through the thick layers of alloy.
Tens of kilometers away—
She was already “seeing” into Cloud City Airport.
There, a promising test subject had just stepped off his flight.
Emberlight, Cloud City Airport.
Planes were taking off and landing one after another in orderly succession.
At this moment, Ling, who had just arrived by air, exited the terminal building.
He reached into his chest pocket and pulled out his phone.
As usual, he wanted to check in—see if the organization had any pending operations.
But something was off.
The Black Skull Organization’s intranet was suddenly… inaccessible.
“What’s going on?”
Ling frowned deeply, clearly confused.
Then—
A notification suddenly popped up at the top of his screen:
—【Zenbach Armament Engineering faces privatization, suspected full acquisition by Sky Capital】
“The Chur family pulled out of the market? And Sky Capital…?”
“I’ve never even heard of them. Where the hell did they come from?”
Ling’s thick brows furrowed even tighter, his face filled with doubt.
And then—
A voice.
A cold, distant voice suddenly echoed inside his mind:
“That is my company’s company’s company’s company’s company’s company’s company…”
The sudden voice sent a jolt of terror through Ling. His expression changed drastically as he spun around and shouted:
“Who?! Who’s messing with me?!”
But before the echo of his words faded, an invisible, overwhelming force materialized from thin air.
It snatched him up, dragging him straight into the sky.
“Ahhhhhh—!!!”
Ling barely had time to react.
A vast telekinetic force lifted him clean off the ground, hurling him upward—piercing through layers of atmosphere at impossible speed.
It happened in seconds.
All he could do along the way was scream in terror.
There was nothing else he could do.
“What… what the hell is happening?!”
He now hovered in mid-air, suspended in the skies, his face frozen in astonishment.
Shaking all over, he darted his eyes around desperately.
But all he saw was an endless expanse of clouds.
Looking down, the ground had vanished from sight entirely.
And then—
That overwhelming force returned.
Whoosh!!
In the next instant, Ling became a human meteor.
He arced through the sky like a blazing comet, trailing a high-pitched scream as he plummeted back down to Earth.
A few seconds later—
BOOM!!!
On the outskirts of Cloud City, a thunderous impact echoed across the wasteland.
In the center of a fresh crater, Ling stood stiffly, his body frozen, motionless.
Surprisingly, he wasn’t hurt.
But his mind was flooded with fear.
“What… what the hell is going on?!”
He gasped for air, eyes wide, scanning his surroundings in a panic.
“How did I just fly into the sky?! And fall back down like that?! Is this the outskirts?! How did I get here so fast?!”
The whole event had taken less than ten seconds.
In that short span, he had soared and then crashed, covering over ten kilometers, traveling from the airport to the edge of the city like a projectile.
Under such circumstances, any normal person’s mind would short-circuit.
Panic would override logic. And Ling was no exception.
Just then, the cold, distant male voice echoed again in his mind:
“I am Seraphine. I heard… you wanted to kill me.”
A chill swept through Ling’s body.
His forehead instantly broke into a cold sweat—pouring down like a waterfall.
His heart skipped a beat.
‘From who-knows-how-far-away… she can toy with me like a puppet… and I can’t resist at all?!
This is… Telekinesis!
Telekinesis with range and magnitude beyond comprehension!’
Ling was no fool.
He knew about supernatural abilities.
And he instantly understood what kind of terrifying power had just been used against him.
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Worse still—
He realized, in that moment, that the intel he had worked so hard to acquire—paying a hefty price—was completely fake.
‘Damn it… I’m going to die here!’
At the same time, this brief encounter made something else painfully clear:
The gap between himself and Seraphine—
Was unfathomably vast.
So enormous that it defied logic.
A disparity beyond imagination.
Although he couldn’t comprehend how a mere Martial Artist like Seraphine could wield such overwhelming telekinetic power—
Ling, ever the realist, immediately put on a humble smile.
He bowed his head slightly and raised his voice:
“Your Highness, I don’t know where you might’ve heard such rumors. In truth, I’ve always held you in the highest regard—”
Buzz ~
A boundless telekinetic force surged in without warning, instantly sealing Ling’s mouth shut.
Seraphine’s voice echoed calmly in his mind:
“Black Skull has already been eradicated by me.
So what exactly are you still rambling about?”
The words hit like a hammer.
Ling’s eyes flew wide open.
A wave of uncontrollable rage burst into his eyes but beneath it, unmistakable fear shimmered.
No wonder!
No wonder the Black Skull intranet had gone silent.
His life’s work… effortlessly wiped out.
Just like that.
And what truly terrified Ling—
Wasn't just the loss.
It was the realization that the image he had held of Seraphine as some overrated joke… was a catastrophic miscalculation.
This terrifying telekinesis, which hadn’t appeared in any of the intelligence reports—
Was already beyond what he could grasp.
Pah!
He cursed his foolish reliance on that worthless intel. It had duped him completely.
And if the data was that wrong—
Then her true strength…
Could be far beyond imagination.
“Hmm…”
Seraphine’s voice came again, cold and casual:
“You’re so weak, I can’t even move you too quickly with telekinesis. I have to carefully cancel out every trace of friction or you’d be ground into dust on the spot.”
“But you did think about killing me. And more than that, you flew all the way to my doorstep to do it.”
She let out a soft, mocking laugh:
“What a clueless insect.”
Then her tone turned sharp—cutting like ice:
“A pathetic fly like you… Even if I killed you a hundred, a thousand times, I wouldn’t feel even the slightest bit of satisfaction.”
Whoosh ~
A silver flash streaked past Ling’s head.
In the next moment, a tall, lithe figure descended from the sky, landing a hundred meters away with mechanical precision.
Selene.
Hiss ~
The ion engines on her back hissed as they folded inward, smoothly retracting back into her body with a mechanical creak.
Seraphine’s voice echoed in Selene’s mind, crisp and calm:
“Your electronic brain contains extensive martial arts and combat data.”
“All the weapons hidden in your body have already been mapped in your mind.”
“You won’t need to worry about attack speed. I’ve modified your brain—
to you, even supersonic sniper bullets now move like sluggish snails.”
“Go. Kill freely. Show me your performance.”
Selene silently ‘listened.’
Then she raised her head.
Her cold gaze locked onto Ling, who still wore a look of confusion and dread.
In her crystal-clear eyes, data streams began to cascade like waterfalls.
[Body performance fully deployed]
[Offensive elimination mode activated]
Across the field—
Ling glared at the oncoming Selene, his expression twisted, murder surging in his eyes.
Seraphine’s voice returned, cold and final:
“Fight my subordinate.
Win, and you’ll earn a clean death.
Lose, and I’ll make you experimental material on my operating table.”
Then—
Silence.
The telekinetic force binding Ling’s body vanished completely.
He gasped, his chest heaving with relief, but his eyes still burned with hatred.
He clenched his jaw, spitting the words with venom:
“So, according to Your Highness… no matter what, I’m destined to die?!!”
There was no reply.
Seraphine no longer acknowledged his presence.
As if she had already discarded him.
That pure, overwhelming contempt caused veins to bulge across Ling’s forehead.
She had humiliated him so thoroughly—
He nearly had a brain hemorrhage from the rage.
“Fine.”
Ling suddenly looked up at the unfamiliar woman over a hundred meters away—
her entire body radiating a cold, murderous aura.
He snarled viciously:
“I’ll kill you first!”
His hand snapped into a claw shape.
With a sharp swish, his nails extended half a meter, glowing with a sickly green light.
Then—
he stomped down hard, collapsing the ground beneath his feet.
A chain of craters burst into existence behind him as he launched forward, charging straight at the still-silent Selene.
“Darkscale Nine Claws!!”
His savage cry tore through the air.
In the blink of an eye, Ling covered the hundred-meter distance—
his claw slashing forward with deadly intent, aiming straight for Selene’s face.
“Interesting.”
Over ten kilometers away, inside the research facility, Seraphine observed the scene through her spiritual perception and let out a soft chuckle.
“Ling’s claw technique has an ancient flavor to it. Though it leans more toward brute cultivation than destiny refinement… its destructive power is mediocre, but there’s some ingenuity there.”
With her vast and near-limitless martial knowledge, Seraphine saw through Ling’s technique with a single glance.
From her deduction—
This martial art used martial artists' corpses as cultivation material.
It absorbed corpse vital energy and toxins through the hands.
After long periods of refinement—
The practitioner would ultimately acquire a pair of venomous claws, far harder than steel.
But what caught Seraphine’s attention most…
Was the method’s creativity.
Cultivating such a claw art required nurturing microscopic, mutated fungi—
organisms saturated with corpse toxins.
These fungal colonies would nest inside the user's hands, constantly reinforcing the flesh, repairing wounds, and imbuing the hands with horrifying venom.
Against organic matter, the claws were lethal.
Even inorganic objects would suffer chemical disintegration upon contact.
“If I mimic this process… and cultivate radioactive bacteria instead…”
Seraphine thoughtfully stroked her chin.
“Could that open a new research path?”
“Yes… very promising.”
Meanwhile, back on the battlefield—
In the split-second before impact, as Ling hurled himself toward her—
Selene didn’t even flinch.
Expressionless, she lightly raised one slender arm…
…and slapped her palm outward.
BANG!!
The air around them exploded.
A shockwave burst outward, and Ling’s glowing green nails shattered into fragments.
Eyes wide with disbelief, Ling was slapped clean off his feet, his body flying like a ragdoll.
He shot backward, slicing through layers of air.
Crashing and tumbling for over 200 meters—
Until finally, he slammed into an old building, collapsing it entirely.
“What the hell?!”
Clutching his bruised and swollen face, Ling shrieked in shock and disbelief:
“How can this woman be so strong?!”
In the distance, Selene’s cold expression hadn’t changed.
She slowly crouched.
Her pale, sculpted thighs—gleaming like white jade—tensed slightly.
Crack crack crack ~
The ground beneath her crumbled and caved in under the pressure of her coiled force.
Then—
BANG!!!
A violent burst of gray-white air exploded from her position.
In that instant, she broke the sound barrier, vanishing with a thunderous whistle that would’ve ruptured the eardrums of any ordinary person.
She shot forward—
A silver blur aimed at the panicked, stunned Ling.
“Shit—she’s too fast!!”
Ling gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm as panic surged in his chest.
He made his move.
In a flash, countless pale teeth erupted from beneath his skin.
They fused and hardened, forming a dense fang-like armor that covered his entire body in an instant.
At the same time, hundreds—thousands—of sharp teeth erupted from Ling’s torso, converging into a massive, grotesque maw.
Over a meter wide, it split open violently from his chest.
Inside that cavernous mouth, layer upon layer of jagged, serrated teeth spun like high-speed rotary blades, grinding together with a vicious hum.
“Savage Maw King!”
Ling’s face twisted into a cruel sneer.
“I’m going to grind you into meat paste!”
One second later—
Selene arrived.
Without hesitation, without fear, she drove her fist straight into the gaping maw.
Immediately, her pale, delicate-looking arm was ensnared by rows of gnashing fangs, the monstrous teeth clamping down.
Ling laughed darkly.
“Heh—seeking death, are you?”
The layers of spinning teeth inside the grotesque mouth revved to life, whirring and gnashing with terrifying force.
Hiss hiss hiss hiss… hiss hiss hiss!!!
But—
The grinding only lasted a blink.
BANG!!!!!
A visible shockwave exploded outward from the center of the demonic mouth.
Mixed with shredded dry grass and blasted dirt, the wave howled in every direction.
Crack crack crack—Screeech!!!
In the next instant—
hundreds, thousands of broken teeth exploded outward, ricocheting in all directions like shrapnel.
Ling’s eyes went wide in disbelief.
His entire armor shattered as he was once again blasted backwards, sent flying several hundred meters by Selene’s single punch.
Far away, Seraphine observed the result through her extended spiritual perception, her brow faintly furrowing with displeasure.
“Selene’s Titanium Soulform should output over 10,000 tons of force. Right now she’s barely operating at 20% efficiency.”
She let out a quiet breath.
“Fission power… still can’t compete with fusion.”
The miniature nuclear fission reactor embedded in Selene’s chest—
its base technology had been borrowed from a high-level military R&D division.
And though the ‘borrowed’ had been… uncomfortable for them—
The upper echelons of Emberlight had long since abandoned any serious restrictions on Seraphine.
The military’s research department had no choice but to close their tongues.
They dared not complain.
Not even once.
That so-called “cutting-edge core tech” they had guarded like sacred treasure?
Seraphine had deconstructed, redesigned, and iterated on it in a single day.
Her version surpassed the original by magnitudes in volume, energy output, leak resistance, and overall stability.
Ironically, Seraphine had never been particularly interested in fission technology.
Because for her, controllable nuclear fusion was already a theoretical non-issue.
The only problem?
Miniaturization.
The obstacles she faced were entirely engineering-based.
Fusion power generation requires the stable manipulation of high-energy plasma, contained in extremely complex magnetic or physical structures.
It demands real-time control over chaotic, unstable materials.
To build a containment system for this volatile plasma that both constrains energy and withstands material stress is, from a physics perspective, nightmarishly difficult.
Even with Seraphine’s current level of science and tech, she could only build large-scale fusion reactors that functioned for sustained periods.
But miniaturizing such a system?
Still far out of reach.
The precision required for maintaining thermonuclear reactions on that scale was inhuman.
So for now—
Selene had to make do with a fission reactor.
As for why Seraphine insisted on pursuing controllable nuclear fusion?
The answer was simple.
Controllable nuclear fusion had always been a prerequisite technology for the phenomenon known as Matter Ether-Crystallization.
Without practitioner intervention, only physical reactions on the subatomic level—such as nuclear fusion—could produce effects strong enough to influence Ether.
This influence was crucial. It allowed Ether to empower ordinary matter—artificially—
ultimately enabling the material to undergo Matter Ether-Crystallization.
Of course, fusion was only one of several complex conditions necessary for this transformation.
But it was also one of the main reasons why Ether-Crystallized substances remained so expensive to manufacture.
Pfft!!!
Ling struggled to his feet, eyes wide and bloodshot.
His chest heaved.
He let out a hoarse roar:
“Her arm… it’s way too hard!!”
Rib fractures stabbed pain into his lungs.
He doubled over, coughing, a fresh spray of blood splattered from his lips.
“Hoo… hoo… but this woman, is she really just a subordinate?!”
Ling collapsed back onto the ground, hand clutching his chest, panting hard.
“This is insane… she’s too strong!”
“If this keeps up… she’s going to beat me to death!”
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE —
The sound of displaced air echoed like rolling thunder.
Two breaths passed.
Then—
He looked up.
Selene was approaching again, streaking across the terrain at supersonic speed, the roar of her acceleration drowning the air.
Ling’s eyes sharpened. Rage flared.
The grotesque toad-like mouth on his face suddenly widened with a hiss.
At the same time—
His chest, shoulders, and even thighs split open, revealing dozens of smaller fanged mouths, all with jagged teeth.
They snapped open and shut rapidly, locking onto the incoming Selene.
A heartbeat later—
They unleashed.
Dozens of fist-sized globules of viscous, transparent fluid launched forward.
“Hellbile Overdrive!”
The toxic fluids converged midair, twisting into a high-pressure stream—
a concentrated, roaring beam of Magic Acid.
Rustle rustle rustle rustle whoosh ~
But Selene didn’t even blink.
Still flying straight toward him, she calmly raised her right arm—
Creak — Click — Grind —
The arm began shifting, reshaping—
Transforming into a thick, heavy cannon barrel in a matter of milliseconds.
BOOM!!
A flame pillar the size of an oil drum exploded from the barrel at extreme velocity—
Slamming directly into the incoming Magic Acid beam.
Hiss hiss hiss ~
The Magic Acid met the flames—
And instantly began to sizzle, boil, and evaporate.
The caustic fluid broke down under the extreme heat, transforming into toxic vapor clouds that spread outward with a sharp chemical hiss.
Nearby dry trees wilted and collapsed into rot, dissolved by the drifting acidic mist.
As for Ling—
His eyes widened in horror.
He stared at Selene’s transformed, fire-spewing arm, his pupils trembling violently.
His thoughts spiraled.
“What… is she?! A robot?! Her body can still transform?!”
“My Magic Acid… it melts anything, how the hell did she stop it?!”
Only now did the truth begin to dawn.
Seraphine’s earlier comment—
“Show me your performance.”
The strange machinery that had surged and shifted across Selene’s back upon her arrival—
His brain finally clicked.
Buzz.
His thoughts crashed together in a storm of realization.
With wide, disbelieving eyes, Ling stared at Selene’s arm creaking as it smoothly reverted to its original form.
“Mechanical... a cyborg?! That woman—Seraphine—actually has this kind of black technology?!”
His chest heaved in growing panic.
“How many secrets is she hiding?! Just… who is she?!”
“Why the hell did I ever provoke her? Was I out of my mind?!”
His mind swirled with regret, so strong it made him lightheaded.
And then another realization struck—
“That flame… what the hell was it?
How did it evaporate my Magic Acid that quickly?!”
What Ling didn’t know—
Was that while the fluoroantimonic acid he produced could dissolve nearly all known matter…
But Selene’s flame was far from normal.
The cannon that emerged from her transforming arm was called:
《Dragon’s Breath Cannon》
Its core weaponized chemical?
Chlorine trifluoride—
the most aggressive fluorinating agent known to humanity.
When ignited, it released a horrifying green flame, one capable of violently oxidizing almost any material: Asbestos, crystals, stone, mud, concrete, water, metal.
None were safe.
Even fireproof materials ignited instantly, torn apart at the molecular level.
And when it finished?
It left nothing but gray ash and ruin.
“Damn it!”
Ling staggered back a step.
His bloodshot eyes trembled as he rasped:
“Who is she?! I know every powerhouse on Earth—
there’s never been someone like this!”
“Could it be… Seraphine created her? A new monster, forged from black technology?!”
Disbelief warred with terror.
But at last—Ling snapped.
He roared at the rapidly approaching Selene:
“You bitch…! You forced me into this!!”
“GLUTTONOUS FORM!!!”
With that bellow—
Ling’s mouth split unnaturally wide, blood-red and bristling with fangs.
And in the next horrific instant—
Those fangs turned inward.
Gulp gulp gulp gulp ~
Like a grotesque ouroboros, the massive jaws began to swallow his own head.
Then—
His neck,his torso, his arms—
All consumed.
In under two seconds, Ling was gone.
What remained was a pulsing mass of raw flesh, blood-red and covered in wriggling buds and spiked bone thorns.
It trembled, warped, and mutated further—
And in a span of seconds, that mass twisted into a gray-black gelatinous sphere, over ten meters wide.
Its surface leaked corrosive Magic Acid, sizzling and scarring the earth wherever it touched.
The sphere suddenly split open—
DOZENS of massive, dark mouths peeled wide, all speaking in unison:
“In this form, your fists and your flamethrower are meaningless!”
“No matter what you throw at me, I’ll absorb it all.”
“Now DIE. I will devour you alive!!!”
With that—
The massive sphere surged forward like a rolling apocalypse, crushing the ground beneath it with thunderous crashes.
CLATTER CLATTER CLATTER CLATTER!!!
Its slick surface opened further, launching over a hundred beams of colorless Magic Acid.
These beams tore through the air with a shrill hiss, faster than before, spreading wide, raining down on Selene from every angle.
Faced with Ling’s grotesque new form—
Selene’s expression remained utterly unreadable.
No hesitation. No emotion.
She simply raised her arm again.
Hiss hiss ~
Arcs of deep blue current danced across the surface.
Her slender arm—etched with intricate silver engraving—began to deform once more.
With a cascade of smooth mechanical clicks, the structure cracked and unfolded forward, joint by joint.
Precise internal mechanisms activated with fluid precision.
Her forearm rotated inward, folding tightly against the expanded upper segment of her arm.
Next—
From deep within the reshaping structure, a thick segment of reinforced alloy rods, screws, and nested coils emerged—
Wrapped in dense, tightly wound electromagnetic filaments, humming and shifting as they extended.
Segment by segment, they snaked forward from her shoulder to the front of the arm.
Connection complete.
All within the span of two seconds.
Her entire arm had transformed into a sleek, long-barreled cannon.
A dazzling metallic spiral of silver and electric blue curled along its length, pulsating with power.
Hiss hiss ~
Suddenly—
A deep blue bolt of electricity surged from the base of the cannon.
It lit up the terrain like a lightning strike, bathing the ground in an eerie blue glow.
From hundreds of meters away—
Ling, still charging toward her—
Froze.
A surge of primal terror shot up his spine.
He could feel it.
As if some ancient predator had just locked eyes on him.
A giant, invisible beast poised to erase him from existence.
And her next move?
He wasn’t sure he’d survive it.
Once again—
he regretted everything.
Why had he ever targeted Seraphine?
Why had he flown to her doorstep to die like a fool?
But regret no longer mattered.
Because time—
Had run out.
“High-energy electromagnetic cannon,”
Seraphine muttered from within the research facility.
She let out a soft sigh.
“Embedding that into her arm took some serious engineering.”
Inside the lab—
A massive screen displayed the ongoing battle in real time, captured from high-speed drones.
The room buzzed with chatter.
Dozens of scientists, engineers, and tactical analysts murmured in awe:
“Her Highness has opened a new evolutionary path—mechanical evolution!”
“The Titanium Soulform can be damaged, sure—but unless it's destroyed instantly, it will always repair itself.”
“The so-called powerful bodies of Martial Artists and superpower users? They're nothing compared to Ether-Crystalline alloys.”
“Selene can continuously upgrade—faster and more efficiently than a lifetime of cultivation.”
They weren’t just impressed.
They were shaken.
Because every one of them understood what they were seeing—
And what it meant.
Selene wasn’t just strong.
She was proof of something greater.
That Seraphine’s design had shattered the limits of what the human body—
or even the superhuman—could become.
Outskirts —
Hiss hiss hiss hiss!!!
The cannon in Selene’s arm now surged with blinding light.
Coils spun faster.
Voltage spiked.
Until—
BANG!!!
A thunderous shockwave cracked through the air.
From the cannon’s mouth—
A silver alloy slug, no larger than a fingernail, shot forth at thirty Mach.
In a single instant, it crossed hundreds of meters.
At that speed, the projectile vaporized air in its wake—
Morphing into a radiant beam of light, thick as a human wrist.
Carrying both devastating kinetic energy and tremendous thermal force—
It pierced clean through the enormous gray-black mass that was Ling—
And vanished into the distant horizon.
BOOM!!!
The monstrous sphere ruptured violently.
Half of it was instantly obliterated, leaving a steaming, oozing ruin behind.
What remained of the abomination—
Slumped lifelessly to the earth.
Ling… was dead.
