Chapter 21

  Resurgence of Hyped Queen

  Part Two

  Ira’s fall shattered everything within a few kilometres of her until she finally leapt into the water. In front of the castle, a massive hole had opened up, revealing the depths below.

  Darsh blocked Manya’s path to Ira. His eyes filled with a menacing determination to destroy her.

  Another cramp provided her with a temporary boost of strength. Far from the strength she required to tear him apart.

  “Manya?” Atharv said through her comms.

  Her racing heart slowed. “Mamu?”

  “Never doubt yourself.” His voice conveyed pain.

  “Mamu, why are you talking? Just stay quiet! You are a police officer. Just have some sense!”

  He giggled. “And see you struggle with a problem so tiny.”

  “Tiny? From which angle?”

  With a thunderous roar, Darsh charged at her, his muscles bulging with power. She could dodge it with little effort.

  Darsh’s strength was fading with every attack, and his body was breaking down. A side- effect? Despite that, his assaults were powerful enough to demolish the structures. With every passing moment, the surreal land crumbled into ruins. Had Ira not defeated Astrid, she would have already been defeated.

  It took her some time to adapt to Darsh’s surprise teleport attacks. The mass of Darsh’s body was decomposing—but it would still take him hours to evaporate.

  A roar emanated from the freshly dug hole in the ground. In the blink of an eye, a beaten angel emerged from the depths of the ocean, each breath filled with fury. Ira’s eyes locked with Manya’s, who gestured towards Darsh. Although he evaded her attack, he couldn’t escape the forceful impact, leaving him with bruises.

  Ira’s impressive fighting skill captivated the attention of the angels around. The sight of the angel using her wings with such precision in the fight left Manya mesmerised. She had never seen such elegance and skilled moves before. A perfect entertainer. If angels want to market one of their energy drinks, this was the Ad they could run. Each of her feather acted on their own accord.

  Manya scanned Ira for wounds or any critical condition. To her surprise, Ira’s vitals were improving. Afterwards, she spotted many green flowers and flew through the shimmering green smoke.

  A sense of joy washed over her, seeing Ira’s spirited battle against the angels. Yet, it also sparked a hint of jealousy in her. Manya charged towards the biggest crowd of angels and celeriots, causing a stylish and graceful wreck.

  She looked at Ira, who sliced through the whole climate and the creatures, and grinned.

  With a newfound burst of energy, Manya began crafting the orbs, multiplying them to dozens and directed them to specific areas and beings, ensuring they would inflict greater damage than Ira’s.

  In a matter of minutes, their face off had destroyed the angel’s army, leaving only wreckage behind. Atharv’s words echoed in Manya’s thoughts, reminding her that once she found enjoyment in her work, there would be no limits to what she could achieve.

  Several spaceships crashed into the land of Sevavann. “Like they can’t repair the land in seconds. Krishna… I am tired.” She shoved the gun inside an angel. “I want to shower! Wait—Vega, we never continued the talk about defecation.”

  ‘Yes, Ms. The SL absorbs everything you consume—the waste or non-beneficial substances and stores them to be used as a backup energy or to form objects.’

  Manya lifted her arms and looked at her attire. “Are. You, saying. That. These clothes. Are. Made off. My waste?”

  ‘No Ms.’

  Manya searched everything she could on this disgusting process and found that after the digestion process, the waste exit through exhaling or skin pores as energy. What relieved her was the information which stated, “No odour during such a process and no effects on skin.” She now never has to pee or poop for the rest of her life.

  ***

  Her excitement over decreasing angels halted over witnessing an angel thrusting a spear into Ira’s abdomen. “That’s karma. Shit. Ira!” She charged at the angel, but startled by her appearance. She was the angel Karulsh had been boasting about, who also served ice cream to Yajvan. Trishark.

  When Manya neared her, a formidable pressure trapped her. Not even small bursts of her cramp energy could release her from it.

  Darsh was the sole angel left out of the entire army. The remaining spaceships and injured angels departed from the planet, disappearing into the vastness of space. The war should have ended.

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  Sooner, Darsh, who was slumped and struggling to maintain his posture, met his demise at the hands of Trishark. She absorbed him into a sphere and transformed it into a menacing black sword.

  “Such intrigue surrounds the notion,” Trishark said. “How could a mortal sway away a celestial being to her cause?” The sharp tip of the sword pressed against Manya’s neck, causing a trickle of blood to stain her skin. Trishark’s eyes widened in disbelief, her hand trembling at the sight before her. “How… How could this be? How did you escape from the divine realm?” Despite her confusing words, Manya’s gaze never wavered from Ira’s wound. “Look at me!”

  With a swift motion, Trishark pushed Ira away, thrusting spears into her and leaving several others suspended in the surrounding air.

  “Please! Stop! She’ll die!” Manya said.

  “Reveal. How did you flee from the heaven?”

  Several spears were inch away from Ira’s neck. “Stop! Please! What heaven? I don’t know what you are talking about.”

  Trishark smirked. “You shall serve as the conduit for me to reunite with the Divine, a vessel of reward. Wherefore did you seek refuge?” She laughed. “Upon this feeble planet, unable to safeguard itself,” she gazed over the entire land. “All that lies before you shall soon crumble to dust.” With one quick movement, she left an enduring scar on Manya’s face.

  Trishark moved closer to Manya’s wound and licked off the blood off her cheek. Her eyes burned with an intense fury.

  A wide smile spread across Manya’s face. “Surprise, surprise.”

  Somehow, the fresh scar released Manya from the binding pressure. From the beginning, it was a challenge to land an attack on Trishark; she was as elusive as a wisp of air.

  When Manya gazed upon Ira, the unique colour of her blood surprised her, standing out among all the others she had seen. A combination of black and red. If not for advance tech, it would be impossible to tell them apart. Unlike others with complete black blood. First the mystery of lost memories and now the mystery of blood colours.

  Trishark smirked as Manya’s failed attempt led to a powerful punch in the face, propelling her away. Just as Manya was about to respond, Trishark appeared and punched again. She trapped Manya in a series of unrelenting attacks, and she lacked a stable SL.

  “A species once whispered to be the epitome of strength.” While fighting Manya, Trishark sent a barrage of spears towards Ira, who was still reeling from the previous assault. Ira was having a hard time dodging their unpredictable movements. She was cautious, using her dwindling energy to dodge their sharp points, but they still grazed her.

  “Your torment has only just commenced, betrayer,” Trishark said to Ira. “Every celestial soul has cursed you to endure agony until the end of time.”

  ***

  “Sorry. Am Late,” again the mysterious male voice echoed through Manya. Forcing out the surge of energy. Just like before, everything around her slowed down. She was again in the state of euphoria. Her mind was a blank canvas, devoid of any thought. An eternal smile was stuck on her face. The intense hatred and anger for Trishark just a moment ago had vanished. However, this didn’t stop her from making a decision guided by her own moral compass.

  She looked at Ira, struggling with dozens of spears inches before her body. In the blink of an eye, she grabbed the spears and dashed towards Trishark.

  Just as Manya was about to pierce them inside Trishark, a strong throbbing sensation surged in her abdomen. It transitioned from strong to weaker to more agonising. Her internal organs were about to rupture any second. The time was slipping away. She pushed the spear forward, aiming for the Trishark’s chest, but the slowed time ceased with an explosion in her abdomen and puke of golden blood, just inch before penetrating Trishark.

  “I must commend you for the spectacle you have orchestrated just now.” Trishark pulled off the spear from Manya’s grasp and was about to shove it inside her, but when it reached Manya’s abdomen, it shattered into several pieces.

  Being confused, Manya checked her stats and found that the explosion in her stomach not only made her feel sick but also generated a tremendous burst of energy that the SL absorbed, enhancing its durability to peak.

  “What use is an indestructible body if you cannot land a single blow?” Trishark said.

  Manya smirked. “Who said I would be the one landing a hit?”

  Trishark turned back and saw Ira charging at her with hundreds of feathers. “Do you believe I can’t evade these?”

  “I would love to see that.” Wrapping herself around Trishark, Manya called waterspout creators behind her back and angled them to restrict all Trishark’s effort to free herself. “Kill her!!” Her voice was lost in the chaos of waterspouts behind.

  Ira let out a penetrating scream and launched a barrage of feathers at Trishark. With every piercing of the feather, Trishark’s pain vibrated, spreading its echoes across the land of Sevavann. A pain that carried the weight of victory, marking the end of a long and brutal war.

  Feathers couldn’t remain inside her for longer, as Manya’s indestructible SL shattered them upon impact. However, the broken pieces only intensified the turmoil inside Trishark, a symphony of never-ending agony.

  Despite being invulnerable from attacks, Manya’s body bore the weight of using all those abilities and skills. Ira grabbed Trishark by the neck. Ira smirked. “Divinity.” She plunged a spear into Trishark’s heart and dropped her into the ocean. “I wish you to become a human in next life.”

  ***

  Manya created a platform out of the barrier and rested her back against Ira’s shoulder.

  “Did it end?” Manya said. “Or are there more of your kind left?”

  “My kind?”

  “Oh yes. I think you are just a mistake.”

  Ira gently punched Manya in the head.

  “Sorry,” Manya said. “Before, I used to feel that there’s nothing I don’t know about you and now. Do I know anything about you?” Manya straightened and faced Ira.

  With a smile, Ira held Manya’s hand. “You know I never wanted you to face such hardships. All I wanted was for you to reach this place, to have a peaceful life,” she chuckled. “But you, the queen of bad luck,” she poked her head. With a sheepish grin, Manya pressed her tongue between her teeth. “But it still brought you here.”

  “Modern hell?” Manya said under her breath.

  “Still don’t miss the job?” Ira said. Their soft giggle escalated into laughter. “Stop!” Ira stretched her beautiful wings. “So, how’s your mamu?”

  “… Probably sleeping or pretending so he could listen us. He’s a professional stalker.”

  “Dhruv would have been happy for you.”

  “I can see that,” Manya said. Tears welled up in Ira’s eyes.

  The person Manya once shared love with was now a memory. The journey, which she became involved in by accident, has finally ended.

  “Tell me. Just where they sell these wings?”

  “Only at the planets ruled by angels and can only receive after becoming one. All wings are connected to the almighty and to be under him, one must leave all the bounds behind.”

  “I have seen tons of crazy tech here, and I am sure building the wings far better than this won’t be a challenge for them.”

  Ira brushed off an imaginable dust from her wings. “According to section 19809, no being other than angels can have such wings. In. Entire. Cosmos.”

  “You are challenging me. Manya. The prodigy, who was the first one to achieve blue rank as first?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  Manya extended her hand for a firm handshake.

  Ira smirked. “You’re so gonna lose.”

  As they pulled her arm forward, a force propelled them upward, reaching for the sky—glancing below—they spotted Trishark lurking beneath the barrier.