Chapter 11 The Brigade Leader of Meteor City 11 (Completed [Biological Exercises...])
The four people surrounding Ayana exchanged glances.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
One of the four men was the first to attack, his expression changing as he reached out and aimed straight for Ayana's throat.
He is extremely fast. If someone were to be caught by his hand, their throat would probably be completely crushed in an instant, killing them on the spot.
[Special Ability Enhancement Confirmed, Use Count Remaining: 0.]
Although the system had informed us beforehand that the powerful amplification was no match for these four people, there was no better way at the moment.
Fortunately, Ayana acted at the right time; a split second before the man could grab her, she slipped out of his grasp.
Ayana made several backward leaps to create distance, but she was still trapped in the encirclement of the four and had nowhere to escape.
To make matters worse, the other three also started moving.
They were all Nen users. One of them concentrated his Nen throughout his body, and his physical abilities were greatly enhanced in an instant. His muscles bulged and his aura increased sharply.
He is an Enhancement-type Nen user. His Nen ability is similar to [Powerful Amplification], belonging to the same type.
The others did not use their Nen abilities; they looked down on Ayana and treated her as just an ordinary child.
"Is it necessary to use Nen to deal with a small child?"
One of the four men said nonchalantly, giving Ayana a cold look, his gaze like a sharp blade that viciously scraped over her entire body: "This child seems to have some value, wouldn't it be a waste to kill her like this?"
The enhancement-type Nen user shook his head, his expression solemn: "This kid overheard so much of what we were saying. If it gets out, we're all doomed."
…If she says she didn’t hear anything, can she still save her life?
Before Ayana could even consider the feasibility of this method, the Enhancement-type Nen user swung his fist at her.
That fist carried immense power; it could even be described as carrying a strong gust of wind.
An intense sense of pressure followed the fist as it attacked Ayana, like a terrifying beast charging towards her, about to devour her whole.
Ayana leaped into the air, but her opponent also jumped up and punched her in the stomach mid-air, sending her crashing to the ground and slamming heavily into a tree trunk.
An unbearable pain shot through Ayana's abdomen and back simultaneously. She gasped, tears welling in her eyes, almost spilling out.
"He's still alive?" one man said, arms crossed. "Anthony, did you back down, or did you hold back?"
The man called Anthony shook his head: "I train hard every day, there is absolutely no way I will regress, let alone hold back."
The man touched his chin, his eyes suddenly turning cunning, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes making him look particularly ugly with greed: "Then certain parts of her body can fetch a good price."
“We need to arrest her first,” another person chimed in. “Then we’ll cut off her tongue so she can’t speak anymore, and then we can test her organs.”
"That's a great idea, as expected of you."
The group discussed Ayana's fate as if she were a commodity, coldly and cruelly deciding on her destiny.
This is definitely not the first time they've done this.
What should I do? ...
what to do? !
As the group drew closer, Ayana's survival instincts kicked in, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She suddenly remembered that she had one more special ability that she hadn't used yet.
After use, any species can be specified for manipulation.
Although the specific usage and limitations of this function are uncertain, the situation is urgent, so we have no choice but to try it as a last resort.
[Special ability biological manipulation confirmed for use, single use time is five minutes.]
Please specify the target audience.
Countless translucent red halos suddenly appeared in her field of vision, covering all living beings.
Plants, humans, and even tiny insects.
Any living organism with any characteristics of life can be manipulated.
The situation was urgent, and Ayana didn't have time to think, so she pressed the buttons randomly.
[Host, you can currently only designate a single creature for control.]
The system will randomly select one object from your chosen target list for manipulation. Please provide your command.
Need I say more?
Of course, we should eliminate all of them!
Okay, command confirmed.
[Target audience: Grass.]
Command: Clear all humans from the host's field of vision.
The cold, mechanical voice had barely faded when, in an instant, the wild grass on the ground began to grow wildly, snaking and crawling across the ground like a swarm of snakes.
"What...what is this?"
"How can the grass move?!"
The grass wriggled rapidly in a bizarre way, moving along the ground and wrapping around the four people's ankles. They tried to struggle, but to no avail.
The Enhancement-type Nen user tried to jump into the air to distance himself from the grass, but the grass had already climbed up to his waist, freezing him firmly in place.
Moreover, these grasses exhibited extremely strong resilience; no matter how much these people tore at them, they could not tear them off.
The dense grass enveloped their bodies, wrapping them up like cocoons, blocking their breathing and making any sound.
Four humanoid cocoons suddenly appeared in front of Ayana. At this moment, she was a complete outsider, watching the scene unfold as a spectator.
After successfully wrapping the group tightly, the grass suddenly contracted, desperately squeezing inwards.
The human-shaped cocoon shrank smaller and smaller, but because it was wrapped up so tightly, Ayana had no way of knowing what was happening inside.
All she could see were the four human-shaped cocoons getting thinner and thinner, until they were almost the shape of a piece of paper.
The grass retreated back into the soil, and everything was calm, with only the sound of the wind blowing.
[Mission Objective: Expel the Intruders (4/4)]
[Congratulations, host, on completing the mission and driving out the intruders. The system will issue you a reward.]
After dying, Ayana sat on the ground as if she had escaped death, panting heavily, with sweat streaming down her forehead.
She felt a sense of fear.
This fear did not stem from the lingering fear of almost being killed, but rather from a special ability [biological manipulation].
Everything is controllable.
Humans, animals, and living things.
This ability is so powerful that, although it only lasts for five minutes, it can turn the tide in an instant.
This time, we're only controlling the grass.
What if it were other creatures? What if it were animals?
What if... it were a human?
Ayana grew increasingly horrified as she thought about it, goosebumps rising on her arms. She scrambled to her feet, drenched in cold sweat, and decided to stop thinking about it.
…
"Hey! Get out here!!"
A deafening roar came from the window.
The person shouting outside didn't expect a response; the ear-piercing sound of shattering glass came from the next room, and the poor windowpane was broken again.
Then came the sound of the door being kicked open.
Uvogin seemed not to understand what the word "door" meant, and he climbed back into the house through the window.
Fortunately, this time he broke his own window, which saved Ayana some trouble, because she would never help that brat replace the window.
If doors truly possessed consciousness, then all the doors in the world would probably need to form an "Anti-Ultimate Alliance."
Uvogin's body was cut by shards of glass, leaving many small wounds. Some of his existing scars were reopened, and although they were not very serious, beads of blood still flowed out along the lines of the wounds.
The smell of blood lingered around Uvogin. He grinned wickedly, revealing two rows of white teeth, and strode toward Ayana, his voice booming.
"Shh!"
Ayana raised a large "well" shape to her forehead and solemnly made a shushing gesture.
She is reinstalling the door. Although the door to her room is cracked in the middle, the opening is not very big, and it can be repaired and used.
Given the situation, it would be impolite to be picky.
Moreover, this "special" door has its own unique charm.
This is how Ayana comforted herself.
But Uvogin was like a brat sent by heaven specifically to cause trouble for Ayana. She had finally managed to install the door, and then spent points to replace the window in Kuroro's room. Her heart was already bleeding.
As a result, Uvogin smashed the window in his own room and kicked away an intact door.
Does this person even realize how precious resources are in the current situation?
Ayana cast a slightly displeased glance at Uvogin and solemnly declared beforehand, "I won't install a door for your room, nor will I replace the window glass. If you catch a fever from the cold at night, you'll have to figure it out yourself."
"Stop talking about that!"
But Uvogin wouldn't listen to Ayana at all. He put his hands on his hips and said gleefully, "I've cleaned it up for you. Now it's time for you to fight me!"
"Keep your voice down!" Ayana frowned and lowered her voice to the lowest possible level. "Kuroro is sleeping. If you wake him up, I'll never fight you again."
She stood up, opened the door a crack, and peeked inside.
As the sun rose higher, it cast its light upon the earth, streaming through the transparent glass into the room and casting a golden glow on Kuroro's porcelain-colored profile, softening and blurring his features.
An unprecedented peace and tranquility surrounded Kuroro, causing his heart to settle down unconsciously and his tense nerves to relax.
His breathing was soft and long, and his expression revealed the innocence that a boy of his age should have.
Kuroro is fast asleep.
A sense of relief welled up inside Ayana. She closed the door again, looked at Uvogin, and her expression softened slightly: "So much trash, and you cleaned it all up in just one morning?"
"Of course, don't underestimate me!"
Uvogin's expression grew proud: "If you don't believe me, you can come with me to see for yourself."
Ayana paused, her gaze shifting to the crimson bloodstains on Uvogin's body, her tone calm and even: "We should treat these wounds on your body first."
"These wounds are nothing, don't worry about them!"
Uvogin waved his hand dismissively, about to continue speaking, but then received a warning look from Ayana, which made him shut his mouth for some reason.
Ayana sneered and replied coolly, "If you continue like this, I will never fight with you again."
This was more effective than any other method. Although Uvogin was dissatisfied, he could only obediently listen to Ayana and sit down in the chair like a corpse.
The way she looked so resentful yet forced to sit down was so awkward, yet it had an unexpected charm that made Ayana chuckle softly.
The laughter made Uvogin stare wide-eyed, as expected. He had already sat down reluctantly, and this made him even more uneasy.
A sharp pain shot through his arm, making Uvogin flinch. He instinctively tried to pull back, but Ayana grabbed him.
A warm hand gripped his wrist tightly. The hand was small and could not cover Uvogin's wrist at all, but it held it very firmly, not allowing him to pull away.
"Don't move," Ayana said.
Feeling the arm she was holding suddenly stiffen, Ayana didn't say anything, but silently lowered her head and wiped Uvogin's wound with a soft cotton ball soaked in iodine.
Disinfect and apply medicine.
Ayana even felt that she had mastered these steps.
The metallic smell of blood was replaced by a strong medicinal smell, and the application of the medicine did not hurt Wojciech.
He was like a wild beast in nature, always relying on his body and others to fight for food, so he was often injured and had long been used to the smell of blood.
But Uvogin was unfamiliar with the smell of medicine.
His expression turned grim, as if he was holding something back; his face turned a deep purplish-red, and his entire body exuded tension.
Ayana glanced at him: "Why are you so nervous?"
Uvogin immediately perked up and said pretentiously, "Who's nervous? I'm not nervous at all!"
His voice, however, carried a hint of panic.
To prevent the person in front of her from jumping up, Ayana did not expose Uvogin's bluff. She lowered her eyes to apply the medicine, her long black eyelashes casting a gray shadow under her eyes.
The air became quiet.
Until a cool breeze touched Ayana's back, followed by an extremely familiar, still-childish voice.
"...What are you doing?" Kuroro asked, standing at the top of the stairs, one hand on the wall.
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