How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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It's right inside their own ring road, but nobody's going to be wandering around the streets wearing a gas mask, right...?

"You're so despicable! Targeting a young girl when she's emotionally vulnerable, are you even human?!"

Katya cursed and stalled for time, racking her brains for a way to escape.

"Sorry, I'm weak."

Henson's tone conveyed genuine apology.

"The props were already set up when you came here in a daze."

"Mr. Hen-sen, you really are... from the Fallen Order?"

Katya's cold questioning, coupled with the slowing down, made it difficult for her to speak properly.

Rather than being indifferent, it's more like he's imitating a comedian.

Speaking of which, why was Henson unharmed?

The S33's effect is indiscriminate; it slows down whoever it inhales.

Explorers buy these products only after carefully observing the wind direction and proceeding with extreme caution.

At such close range, Henson must have inhaled as well, yet he appeared completely unaffected.

Could it be that he has rhinitis?

Or does it mean he doesn't need to breathe?

Talent, or tools?

Upon hearing the words "Fallen Demon Society," the timid Henson's expression instantly turned murderous, and he corrected himself:

"It's Hallownest. But how did you know?"

I'm so unlucky.

How did we run into each other again?

It's always when I'm feeling down.

So disgusting.

Katia showed a look of disgust and contempt.

Being able to do things that harm others with a straight face—that's what the Fallen Order is all about.

Katya had no time to complain; her next step was to quickly assess her surroundings.

Some tourists are heading this way, but it will take at least two minutes to get here.

Do you want to shout?

Certainly not.

It would only hasten the arrival of innocent, well-meaning tourists. In fact, the time it would take for them to understand and come to help—the whole process—would be more than enough for Henson to choose between fleeing or attacking.

"what--"

Moreover, Katya felt her vocal cords begin to slow down, and she could no longer speak.

She simply started holding her breath.

Reduce inhalation and utilize the innate ability of friction to accelerate sweat excretion, thus diluting the effects.

How much time is left?

Approximately 43 seconds have passed since the effect was detected.

Within two minutes, you either need to call for help from the tuner, escape, or...

Knock down the opponent.

Katya's eyes sharpened.

Despite gaining a significant advantage, Henson did not approach Katia.

Instead, they glided backward, and the distance between them was now 10 meters.

"Very well. Rest assured, I only wish to bestow upon you the gift of Izabilis; this power belongs to you. You must accept it."

He took out pieces of clothing from his pocket and placed them on the iron bench; there must have been some kind of storage device inside.

"??"

Katya didn't understand what he was trying to do, and looked closer—

Waist-cinching skirts, blazers, cheongsams, haute couture, pink T-shirts, dresses, and so many more.

Judging from their colors and styles, they all share a common characteristic—they are women's clothing.

She couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

Are there really no normal people in the Fallen Demon Society? Is this guy a cross-dressing pervert?!

Please don't look at me like that.

Henson adjusted his glasses and said seriously.

He tossed a small, black twig of an unknown color in his hand, clenched it, pulled his fist back, and assumed a baseball pitcher's stance.

"For safety's sake... I'm not good at fighting, and I don't have much magic power. If you don't resist, I wasn't planning on doing this anyway."

Henson took off his glasses and put them in his pocket, looking utterly helpless.

“I’m going to throw this with all my might, and the impact might make a hole in you. But the Lord will heal you, you’ll be fine. These are spare clothes, clothes my sister doesn’t want anymore. I won’t let you walk around naked in the street, it’s too embarrassing for a girl.”

Henson rubbed his nose, embarrassed, his face turning red.

117. Surrender

Henson's arm movements were so fast that they were just afterimages.

The dark branches transformed into dark meteors and hurtled towards Katya.

If nothing unexpected happens, an object traveling at this speed hitting Katya will blast a large hole in the left side of her upper body, and pink contents will probably splatter out in a circle.

"—!"

Katya, move to the right—about 5 centimeters.

The black branch silently tore through her shoulder, passed through her fluttering blue hair, and crashed behind her with a powerful, explosive sound.

First, the steel bars supporting the platform deformed, and then the glass shattered and scattered all over the ground.

As the glass fell, Katya swung her sword.

To be precise, it was brainwaves that drove the demonic blade to swing.

Hertanid unleashed a pink slash that ignored air resistance.

The bright pink intestines stretched out like whips, reaching Henson's neck and embedding themselves in his flesh.

"Kick-"

At the last second, Henson dodged to the left with lightning speed.

It can't be said that they completely avoided it.

call out--

pat-

The former is the sound of the demon's blade sheathing.

The latter was the sound of Henson's right arm being completely severed and falling to the ground.

Round one ends.

The two dodged and weaved, playing a game like baseball, but it was easy for someone to die.

"Huh...? Why... can you still move? Is this why the Lord... took a liking to you...?"

Henson's expression was contorted, he was sweating profusely in agony, and blood gushed out.

He took a tourniquet from his pocket and quickly bandaged the severed arm.

"Thanks to you... I'm holding the Gift in my left hand now, so it's inconvenient to take out the S33 from my left jacket pocket... If I had the time to take it out... your weird skill would have chopped me to pieces..."

Did he interpret the slashes of the Demon Blade as a skill?

"..."

Katya stared at the other person speechlessly.

It is estimated that there are 56 seconds left before the deceleration effect completely wears off.

Blood was trickling down her forehead, and her clothes were stained with large patches of red.

It wasn't caused by the other party's attack.

Just now, the body accelerated its circulation and metabolism through friction to expel the gas, but the blood vessels could not withstand the pressure and ruptured, causing bleeding.

My body can move a little, but it's still very slow.

"Ugh, it stinks... I'm going to eat some green banana hot pot flavor when I get back. Katya, that guy's reflexes are incredibly fast; I could have cut his head off just now... What a pity."