Chapter 41 Christina Fisher, the Transcendent

Chapter 41

As Du Yu shouted coldly, a brown thread that had somehow gotten close trembled. Startled by her shout, it turned and ran, only to be surrounded by the prepared purple flames. It crashed into the flames and screamed as it retreated.

Du Yu was also startled by this thing. She had only sensed something spying on her and instinctively shouted, but she didn't expect this thing to react so strongly, actually turning around and running away.

Before she could control it, the purple flames spontaneously surrounded it. After burning the brown lines for a moment, a pure energy emanated from the purple flames, causing not only mental energy but even the spirit body to feel a sense of fullness.

From the depths of the purple flames, a sense of eager anticipation and urgency emanated. If Du Yu hadn't kept this thing because it was still useful, she would have almost lost control of the hunger deep within her soul.

"A security guard? When did the chaebol's dogs start urinating over such a wide area?"

The brown line twisted within the circle of purple flames, hissing as if being scorched by fire, while precisely raising its "head" and locking onto Du Yu behind the purple flames. A strange fluctuation of mental energy washed over Du Yu, who actually "heard" the brown line's question:

"Go back to your city! The Gray Fog is none of your business! This was witnessed back in March. Go back and ask that old woman Christina if she dares to break the March Pact!"

Although Du Yu didn't know exactly what the brown line was, she had killed Fallen Ones in the wasteland for ten years, so how could she not recognize the aura of Fallen Ones?

However, this fallen creature not only possessed consciousness like the three-headed turtle they had encountered before, but also clearly had an organization behind it and knew more inside information. Du Yu keenly noticed the special term "March".

"Christina?"

Du Yu sneered. In the spirit world, everything was distorted. In the brown line's perception, the chaotic purple flames disdainfully emitted sparks. "She's a good person, but unfortunately, she can't control me."

Even with its disdainful tone, Brown Line betrayed a deep-seated fear beneath its bluster. Although it didn't recognize the woman she spoke of, Du Yu casually tugged at her banner, causing the purple flames to suddenly contract, resulting in Brown Line letting out a fierce scream:

"I'll arrest you if I want to, do I need any reason?"

"Aaaaah! How dare you treat me like this? Where did this wild invader come from? Open your ignorant eyes!"

The brown line writhed in agony, but once it realized that Du Yu wasn't some meddlesome security guard, it became less apprehensive. The line, originally the thickness of a data cable, suddenly split into five thin strings, which trembled slightly in the flames. Delicate and gentle pink notes leaped out one after another, cascading outwards like a fountain.

Pink notes surrounded the five trembling strings, shielding them from the scorching purple flames. The brown strings finally broke free from the soul-crushing agony, and with a tremor of the five strings, Du Yu could even detect resentment and malice within them:

"Die! You should feel honored to have me end your foolish life!"

The soothing music suddenly turned passionate, the notes flowed faster, and the color deepened, eventually turning into a burning red like blood, constantly surging towards the surrounding purple flames.

Du Yu suppressed the urge of the purple flames to rush forward and burn the brown lines, his eyes slightly narrowed as he nervously watched the sea of ​​red musical notes collide with the purple flames.

Although she didn't know the specific level of this strange, corrupted creature, the fact that it possessed reason meant that even if it was the lowest level, the Twilight level, it must be one of the most powerful among the Twilight levels.

Du Yu has no measuring tool at hand and doesn't even know the level of the divine fire from the altar. But since the game dares to name it "divine fire," using it to deal with a fallen being shouldn't be a problem...?

Du Yu was highly focused, prepared to dedicate a large amount of mental energy to support the divine fire—

As the sea of ​​red musical notes swept over the purple flames, a hissing sound was heard, and the purple flames disappeared from the red light.

But before the brown line could rejoice, there was another "whoosh" sound, as if adding fuel to the fire, and the purple flame suddenly surged several times over, swallowing the viscous sea of ​​red musical notes in one gulp.

The musical notes struggled in the flames for a few moments, and the originally stirring music became intermittent like a cassette tape, finally emitting a few rapid and unpleasant noises before falling completely silent.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

The five brown strings forgot to continue their attack, trembled in shock, and shook out two huge "?" and "!", which made Du Yu burst out laughing.

She was indeed happy. The energy from burning the sea of ​​musical notes was not as much as that from burning the brown string itself, but the red musical notes had a large quantity. She couldn't wait for the brown string to attack a few more times, as it was almost enough to fill her up.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Hearing Du Yu's laughter, He Xian trembled even more violently, shaking off more question marks and exclamation marks. It seemed to be so shocked by the counterintuitive scene before it that it could not speak, and could only keep repeating the word "impossible".

"You can clearly hear it, so why don't you react at all when you hear my song? That's impossible!"

The brown string trembled with more and more questions. It seemed to be not very intelligent. When it encountered something incomprehensible, it would freeze up like an electronic device. It seemed that the impact of the purple fire swallowing its attack was not as great as the impact of Du Yu being unaffected by its music.

Du Yu glanced at the constantly glowing talent [K·Golden Will] on the panel, smiled and shrugged: "Your song is pretty good. As for why it's not working, I have no idea."

"Only those favored by God can be immune to my Lord's call, and you clearly do not possess the aura of the ocean and new fire!"

Brown String was in even greater disarray, and pink light spots even began to fall from its body. Purple Flame, who was pinned to the spot by Du Yu, seized the opportunity and devoured it clean like a candy bean.

"I understand, I understand!"

The brown string finally stopped collapsing, but the next second, it seemed to be in the midst of an even greater collapse. "You and that old woman Christina are both damned transcendents! Damn it, a bunch of fools who received the favor of the gods but resolutely refused and arrogantly clung to their mortal bodies!"

"Damn it, what are those idiots in the city council doing? Isn't one Christina enough? The Department of Public Security has already fallen, a bunch of good-for-nothings, and they can still produce another Transcendent right under their noses!"

Brown String cursed loudly, this time unleashing angry symbols with bulging veins, as if the appearance of the "Transcendent" was more infuriating than being captured, with angry symbols constantly emerging like a tide.

The Transcendent? This mysteriously appearing brown string really knows a lot of secret information. Even Du Yu, who has read the original work, doesn't know the meaning of this term.

However, when she looked at the name Christina and combined it with the information in the Brown String Curse, she finally found a corresponding character in the original work—the chief of the city's security department, Chief Fisher.

Although she is the director, she doesn't appear much in the original work, mostly serving as a spoilsport in the forced play between the male and female protagonists.

Du Yu was able to remember this name, which didn't appear much, simply because that particular scene was too bizarre.

"I need an explanation, Mr. President."

The woman wore her most formal dress, with more than a dozen medals hanging on her left breast. Each medal was an honor that those guys in the parliament could not obtain even after thirty years of scheming and profiting. However, the only purpose for this respectable lady to wear them was not superficial showing off, but silent resistance.

Despite her still mild and polite tone, the silver-haired Director Fisher's every drooping line beside her hard-edged mouth was a testament to her protest.

"Don't be so agitated, Chief. I didn't mean to provoke the Public Security Bureau." Bian Shaoyan sat behind his desk, his shirt outlining his perfect figure. He elegantly swirled the red wine in his glass, his eyes gazing at the crimson liquid with deep affection and tenderness, yet the words uttered from his beautifully shaped thin lips were utterly cold:

“My dear little bird has escaped to the downtown area and refused my protection, which makes me very unhappy.”

He put down his glass, sighed sadly, and the sharp, cold lines of his jawline resembled a military knife frozen in Antarctica for ten years. "If the sheriff's patrols in District 06 every night don't stop, how will my dear little bird realize its mistake and know how warm my embrace is?"

"I personally cannot accept this reason, and the parliament will not agree to it either."

"Ha, the council is full of smart people. Recently, there are fewer and fewer energy mines being mined in the lower city. Hasn't Director Fisher always said that there is a lack of funds and manpower? Cancel the nighttime security patrols in the 06th district, and all the problems will be solved. It's a win-win-win situation, isn't it?"

The esteemed director's lips curled into an even deeper smirk, but the arrogant, uncrowned king of the upper district was now consumed by rage, determined to teach that little bird a lesson, and wouldn't listen to anyone's advice.

“I’m sorry, but the young master hasn’t smiled since Miss Gu left.” The old mansion’s butler led her away, bowing to her. “You’re good at tracking. If you bring Miss Gu back, perhaps the young master will change his mind.”

The sun was setting, and the badge on the woman's chest, untouched by sunlight, appeared dull and faded, like a rusty antique. The old sheriff stared intently for a long time at the old Bian family mansion, which lay like a sleeping beast in the dim sunset, its brim pulled low. "I will not sacrifice anyone for the benefit of the group," he said.

In the setting sun, the shadow of this respectable old sheriff stretched long.

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Author's note: I tried a new writing style today; I wonder if it improved the reading experience.

P.S.: The inspiration for canceling downtown patrols came from a news report about a US state that decided to shut down its late-night emergency hotline to conserve police resources (the author hasn't verified this, but it's so cyberpunk, it has to be included in the novel).

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