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Chapter 1352: I Will Protect You

Zero pulled herself through a broken window with wounds covering every visible inch of her.

The car was unrecognizable. The steel frame had twisted like a wrung-out cloth, the body compressed to half its size; black and yellow engine oil pooled beneath it and filled the air with a sharp, acrid smell. No ordinary person survived a crash like that. Without the Force of Nature holding her together, she would have been minced along with the wreckage.

She endured the pain and stood.

The bridge was wrecked in every direction — vehicle parts scattered across the lanes, the overturned truck sealing the road ahead. Behind her, she turned to find a line of cement mixers forming a wall across the rear. Even if her car had somehow dodged the initial accident, there was nowhere left to go.

A purely accidental collision would have brought drivers running to help by now. From the moment it happened until she had climbed free, not a single person appeared. The bridge held a silence that had weight to it.

She might have cried on any other day. The tears were there, pressing at the rim of her eyes; her body was shaking. She locked her jaw and kept them from falling.

Her uncle had warned her, again and again: the Fallen Evils target people who have awakened their Force of Nature. This was not an accident. This was planned.

I can’t let enemies see weakness. Not just useless — it would make things worse. She was not the child she’d been. She was an Awakened Martial Artist now.

A grinding sound broke the silence.

The roof of the overturned truck was torn open from the inside. A figure in a mask stepped out of the cab.

Ripping steel apart with bare hands. Walking out of a devastation like that untouched. Whatever this person was, ordinary was not it.

Zero pressed herself against the ruined car behind her.

Through the mask she felt something she had no word for — cold that started at the soles of her feet and climbed. She could not see the eyes, but the attention was unmistakable: the fixed, unhurried concentration of a snake that has already decided.

“This is the target?” Two more figures appeared on top of the truck. One was almost human, if you didn’t look at the arms or the legs. The other had wings and fangs, something out of old stories about gargoyles. Fallen Evils could transform — she knew this — but seeing it stripped the knowledge of all its abstraction. The red eddies swirling at their chests left no doubt. “She looks like a brat who hasn’t even hit puberty.”

“No need to send so many people for one child. Find a moment, bite her — she won’t even have time to scream. Better if I just take her life for Master Oracle—” The gargoyle laughed its strange, hollow laugh and opened its wings to lunge—

The masked figure raised one finger and pointed downward.

The gargoyle hit the bridge with a force that cracked the surface.

“Imbecile.” The masked figure’s voice was flat as stone. “Who told you to act?”

“Master, she’s only just Awakened—”

“That’s right. But she isn’t an ordinary Martial Artist.” The figure looked at Zero with what might have been interest. “What you see is a weak eddy. What I see is radiance around her entire body.” He bent forward in something that was almost a bow. “Am I right? World Creator — Miss Zero?”

What did it just say?

World… Creator?

Zero swallowed. “I think you have the wrong person.”

“So you don’t know.” The masked figure sounded genuinely pleased. “No matter. Everything will end soon enough. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the emissary of the Deities — Delta. I come from what you call Erosion.”

“You want to kill me?”

Kill is imprecise. I am following the Deities’ orders to return everything to its proper place — to send stolen power back to its source. Your world is part of that.”

“Master Oracle — we’re not killing her?” The gargoyle scrambled upright with confusion on its ruined face.

“Not yet.” Delta’s tone did not change. “As a Martial Artist she is nothing of value. But never underestimate a Creator, especially inside her own territory. Your recklessness would destroy our plans. The power I can exercise here is limited by the rules; she, on the other hand, holds power without end. Before we do anything, we must sever her connection to this world. Only then can we be certain. We cannot wait long — the crack will open soon.”

Zero looked up. The sky had gone strange: translucent lines were spreading across it, folding inward toward the center of the bridge in an expanding lattice of rhombuses. The scenery beyond them had begun to shift, blurring like a place seen through disturbed water.

“There has never been a way out for you — not since you stepped onto this bridge.” Delta spread both arms wide. “All those logic-minded fools at the Martialist Association believed the Association itself was our target. What a joke. The more people they sent here, the more gaps they opened in their own defenses.”

He turned slowly, as if lecturing an empty room. “Beneath this bridge are more than a thousand hidden cores. The Association has no knowledge of them. It is the power from those cores that allows me to drag this space into the overlapping crack between worlds. Inside the crack, all Realm of Mind territories fall under the Deities’ interference — you will receive no help from it. This is where we settle things, on equal ground, until one side returns to the source.”

As he finished speaking, the lines in the sky converged. The outside world dimmed, then went dark. The bridge lost all natural light — but as the world was torn open, the light that belonged to it remained, pale and sourceless, filling every corner of the crack.

“Now,” Delta said, “do as you wished.”

The two Fallen Evils looked at each other and moved at once — one coming from the front, one sweeping in from behind.

Zero grabbed the car frame and did not move.

To any observer she would have looked frozen with fear. She was afraid — deeply, physically afraid, the kind that made her hands shake and her vision narrow. But Fei Yuhan had warned her, had repeated it enough times that even now, even with open mouths and reaching claws closing the distance—

Stay near the vehicle. Stand straight. Face them.

Her mind had gone white. But two things stayed clear.

The first: in the moment of the crash, Fei Yuhan had torqued the car sideways and flattened the driver’s seat as the vehicle struck the truck. She had pulled Zero into her arms. A white light had bloomed around them and made the whole violent world soft while everything spun upside down.

The second: the words that had come with that light, low and steady.

“Don’t stray too far from the vehicle. Stand up straight and face them.

“I will protect you.”

Even as the gargoyle’s jaws descended, Zero did not step back.

A blade of silver light erupted from inside the wrecked car — one clean downward stroke that took the gargoyle from crown to pelvis. The light touched and vanished. The creature hung in place for one impossible moment, a seam running the full length of its body, before the two halves fell in separate directions.

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