Chapter 19: Explosion

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Darkness enveloped her sight. A persistent buzzing echoed in her ears. She tried to breathe, but each inhalation was accompanied by a dull pain. It felt as if a heavy weight pressed down on her lungs, preventing them from fully expanding.

The darkness before her shifted, revealing a familiar white floating inscription:

【Material: D-912 Mesh Fabric.】

D-912 Mesh Fabric.

What was this?

Lingyu felt a wave of confusion and blinked. Her temples throbbed violently, as if countless needles were probing her nerves. Slowly, her senses began to return, and her perception sharpened.

First came a crushing pressure, like a mountain resting heavily on her chest, nearly suffocating her.

Suddenly, the weight on her chest vanished.

Soft strands of hair brushed her cheek, bringing a gentle warmth. Blinding sunlight poured down without warning; Lingyu instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes, tears blurring her vision involuntarily.

The aftershocks of the explosion hadn’t yet dissipated; the world appeared shrouded in a hazy mist, blurred and indistinct.

The only thing clear was Hill’s concerned gaze.

“Are you alright?” Hill’s voice was hoarse, laden with worry. She reached out, carefully inspecting Lingyu from head to toe, fearful that she might have sustained serious injuries.

Lingyu grasped Hill’s hand and sat up, dazed. This time, the physical contact didn’t bring the previous jarring shock but felt like a calm, flowing stream.

The surroundings gradually came into focus: Hill knelt beside her, her signature dark brown coat half draped over Lingyu’s legs, the hem fluttering softly in the breeze.

The explosion had left the area in utter chaos—blood splattered everywhere, mingled with shattered human remains. Even Hill’s long hair and coat were stained with nauseating grime.

A familiar scent lingered at her nostrils—sweat, blood, and gunpowder—yet it strangely comforted her. Lingyu greedily inhaled, feeling all her fear and unease dissolve in that moment.

Flames burned along both sides of the street; blackened holes scorched the walls, engulfed in raging fire. The residual heat from the blast distorted the air, dust and debris billowed across the ground and swirled in the sky.

Smoke still drifted, permeating the shattered scene left by the explosion. The burning wreckage emitted a faint charred odor, the air thick with suffocating tension.

She recalled what had just happened—

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Before she could speak, Hill had already discarded her weapon without hesitation and charged forward recklessly. Lingyu was enveloped in strong arms, instantly wrapped in Hill’s oversized coat. In that instant, they crashed heavily to the ground together.

The next moment, a piercing scream tore through the sky. Members of the Red Flame gang were reduced to ashes in a thunderous explosion, blood mist spreading, flames soaring. The blast wave overturned everything, burying them beneath rubble.

“…Kind of disgusting,” Hill’s voice suddenly resonated in her mind. Only then did she realize their mental link was still active.

Hill covered the back of her head, her face contorted as she touched something wet. A wave of revulsion surged through the mental connection into her consciousness, causing Lingyu to furrow her brow involuntarily.

“You have to get used to how I communicate. In combat, this often happens; relying on spoken words is too slow.”

She instinctively reached out to stroke Lingyu’s hair, but only then noticed her own hand was smeared with blood and grit, stopping abruptly. She shook her hand violently as if to cast away the pain and then gritted her teeth to stand.

“Wait, I’ll make them pay.”

Before them lay a wasteland of ruins—scattered rubble everywhere, buildings reduced to broken fragments. Dust had yet to settle, forming a hazy fog under the sunlight.

The street after the explosion was a mess; debris and bodies lay in disarray, blood flowing like rivers, staining the ground a deep reddish-brown.

Some corpses were mutilated beyond recognition, organs and limbs scattered, a sight that turned Lingyu’s stomach.

Hill stood tall in the center of the shattered street, her slender figure straight and resolute. She scanned her surroundings with narrowed eyes, seemingly searching for something.

Through their mental connection, Lingyu sensed the turmoil within Hill—anger, anxiety, and a hint of… excitement?

“Hill…” Lingyu opened her mouth to speak. Though not severely injured, her throat was parched and hoarse.

She instinctively sent gratitude and apology through their mental link but worried it might burden Hill further.

Hill seemed to sense her thoughts. “Don’t overthink it; it’s my duty. But you—next time you face danger, learn to evade immediately.”

With that, Hill strode purposefully toward the Red Flame members, her boots crunching on the rubble.

Her fists clenched tightly, knuckles crackling. A fierce murderous intent radiated through the mental link, suffocating Lingyu.

Lingyu gazed blankly at Hill’s departing silhouette, feeling an intense aura around her, like a drawn blade—sharp, formidable, and captivating.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm.

Amidst piercing screams and the crunch of breaking limbs, Red Flame members fell like scattered debris, silenced forever. Hill surveyed her handiwork from above, striking at enemies’ faces with fierce blows. Those hit seemed soulless, lacking resistance before being flung aside.

This was the power of Hill’s extraordinary ability—bare-handed blows combined with overwhelming mental force that quickly shattered opponents’ consciousness.

So this was how mental disruption worked?

Lingyu pushed herself up, ignoring the dull aches throughout her body.

Thanks to Hill’s protection, her injuries were minor, mere bruises.

She scanned the ruins and scattered corpses, finally resting her gaze on one Red Flame member in a corner.

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