Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 264 - 236 Bleeding

Chapter 264: Chapter 236 Bleeding

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The clues lead to Tenjouin Zina, which is quite mysterious.

"Why would she want to harm Kyoto Infinity?" Lila pondered, "She sent people to modify the Hundred-eyes Demon, deeply affecting the Chika Island, causing Kyoto Infinity to fall into decline at the onset of the war... What benefits does this bring her?"

"That broadens our next course of action," Xu Yang fell into thought, "Either we hint to Tenjouin Zina that we have collected information that’s unfavorable to her, thereby establishing a connection with her; or we hand over the information directly to Kirino Reisei and neatly complete the transaction; or we simply conceal this piece of information, hide the real culprit, claiming we’ve come up empty-handed, and let Kyoto Infinity continue to suffer from division and internal strife."

"Based solely on this information, it’s not enough to affect Tenjouin Zina’s position," Lila said.

"Any organization is made up of individuals," Xu Yang stroked his stubble on his chin, "It’s impossible for there to be no friction between individuals; the question is whether they still adhere to the same goal and whether they still have aligned interests."

"In other words, this matter indicates that there is a divergence in the upper echelon of Kyoto Infinity," Lila said.

"Indeed, for us, knowing that is enough," Xu Yang nodded, "We need not delve into their private affairs, just treat this clue as the answer and exchange it with Kirino Reisei for intelligence, then focus on rescuing Pan Ruiyi."

Once their work was finished, they returned to the large office in the industrial park.

Lila had set up a bar here, which she valued for its ambiance. As soon as Xu Yang stepped in, she pulled the door closed, locked it, turned on the warm pink ambient light, and took out two cans of orange-packaged aluminum can beer from the small freezer, placing them on the grey marble countertop.

She opened the pull-tab can, and the bubbling sound halted Xu Yang’s steps; he turned around and sat down at the bar.

"Cheers," Lila lifted her can to clink it with Xu Yang’s.

Xu Yang opened the pull-tab and took two sips. The chilled beer was delicious, imported straight from the Gottingen region of Taixi Continent, with a simple packaging and a fresh visual design that subtly enhanced the flavor of the drink.

Lila also drank, and it passed through simulated oral and throat cavities, with a precision sorter in her body corresponding to the stomach, directing the contents to different areas of the body according to their nature. The alcohol was treated as fuel and fed into the sealed combustion furnace in her lower abdomen.

About 10 seconds later, the power supply in Lila’s body increased, triggering a simulated exhilaration of emotion that made her eyebrows rise. At the same time, she noticed Xu Yang’s subcutaneous blood vessels slightly dilate, micro-expressions indicating his mood was improving.

Good... Really good.

What makes me different from a real intelligent life? Lila’s chip generated a new analysis report. She had a sufficiently restored bionic exterior, highly realistic emotional simulation programs, and a consciousness chip that replicated her original thoughts, half a soul entwined here, even reestablishing the connection with the starry sky.

Drinking was just as joyful.

Leaning forward, she reached over the bar and kissed Xu Yang deeply.

Looking at Lila’s tender gaze, Xu Yang couldn’t see her as a mechanical body, not now, nor ever. He took Lila into his arms.

Lady Farosa walked towards the office, took a turn at the door, then circled back.

She went out to the metallic walkway, casting an indifferent gaze towards the mining machinery in the core area of the industrial park. She observed the stones being dug out from the mine beds and then mercilessly crushed by the giant machines; it gave her a feeling of relief, as many things should be destroyed like this.

"Lady Farosa," 101 hurried over. She had habituated herself to acting as Lady Farosa’s personal attendant.

"Where is your sister?" Farosa asked.

lifted the device; she had planted a child locator on her sister while 102 was asleep, to prevent 102 from getting lost.

"Near the prison cells," 101 said.

"There should only be the Chainsaw Angel in the cells, right?"

"Yes."

"Does she know she’s not supposed to communicate with the pup? Or did you fail to remind her?"

"I’ve told her."

"Take me there," Farosa said.

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Elsewhere, 102 held a plate of cream cake in her left hand and an entire platter of fruit in her right, her steps light as she approached the cell.

She set down the food, climbed the wall, and forcefully tore down the metal shield from outside the bars. Chainsaw Angel heard the sound of the cover being ripped apart and looked up to see the long-missed light entering her cell—going from pitch black to bright—she adapted quickly.

"Is it you?" Chainsaw Angel asked tentatively.

"I’m going to put the food in, be careful. If you get closer to the door, it might fall on your head," 102 brought over a ladder.

She climbed up high and stuffed the fruit through the gaps in the bars; governed by gravity, they fell inwards. Chainsaw Angel caught them swiftly, gobbling them down. It had been a long time since she had eaten anything, and her ascetic life was finally coming to an end.

After finishing the delicious food 102 had brought, Chainsaw Angel leaned against the door. Her wings had healed a long time ago, but there wasn’t enough space for them to stretch out.

"This is all food I love, tell me if you don’t like it," 102 pasted the metal plate back, "we have everything now."

"What do you want to do?" Chainsaw Angel asked.

"Uh," 102 thought for a moment, "you mean what do we plan to do?"

"No, not you all, but you. I just want to know what you want to do afterwards." Chainsaw Angel said.

"Protecting sister is most important, then protecting Lady Farosa, as well as Uncle Xu," 102 also leaned against the door, feeling the thin 5 centimeters of metal that separated her from Chainsaw Angel.

"I can teach you how to fight," Chainsaw Angel said.

"You want me to let you out—that’s impossible!" 102 was shocked.

"No, that’s not necessary," Chainsaw Angel still gazed into the darkness of her cell, arms crossed on her chest, "I am 170 years old, not old for an angel, but my combat experience is quite extensive. Your fighting style is very similar to mine, the gunlance and chainsaw, both heavy and gigantic weapons. I have many moves I can teach you. I can dictate them to you, and I can discern from the sound of your weapon swinging whether your posture is wrong. After a few weeks of training, you can become an expert in wielding gigantic weapons, and given time, you can even become a master of close combat, ready to destroy any sight you do not admire."

"Oh! I think... I could give it a try," 102 was eager.

The wide metal corridor outside the cell became her training ground. As Chainsaw Angel had promised, she silently listened to the rustle of 102’s gunlance swings. Listening to the wind sound most of the time, it hinted at different rhythms and cadences of weapon swings, allowing her to reconstruct 102’s movement trajectory.

Chainsaw Angel had fought with 102 before and was aware that a crude fighting style would limit 102’s potential. But she could change that; Chainsaw Angel corrected one movement after another, elevating 102’s combat skill to a new height.

felt a transformation, once waving the gunlance like swinging a large tree trunk, lacking a sense of powerful application. Now it was different, by minutely controlling the magic power in her arm muscles, she could conserve unnecessary strength with each attack.

The repetitive training was a revelation to 102; the gunlance "Short Spear" was no longer a tool for juggling or unleashing violence, but rather a "weapon" embodying martial arts—a blade carrying significant beliefs.

"The most important thing is to find your own rhythm," Chainsaw Angel said, "In battle, don’t think about fighting for someone’s protection; it will make you anxious. Take deep breaths, cast away stray thoughts. You’re fighting within a system, unlike me, you have many companions and support behind you, and that in turn raises the professional demands on you personally. Like a chainsaw, all the chain needs to do is be sharp enough; other miscellaneous things will only blunt it."

"Oh..." 102 was happy.

She swung her gunlance with graceful ease.

"Perfectly done," Chainsaw Angel heard the correct sweeping sound of the wind, 102 was a fast learner.

"Thank you!" 102 felt she had vaguely grasped something even more important, a key element defining the value of her life.

It was at this moment that Lady Farosa appeared at the end of the corridor.

"She’s here," 101 looked towards her sister from afar, "She’s had too much contact with the prisoner."

"I don’t like it," Lady Farosa looked at 101, "If it were for my sake, would you kill 102?"

"I would," 101 said crisply, "If 102 were to defy your will, I would kill her too."

In such a situation, saying "I wouldn’t" would have put 102 in danger.

"102 missed a lesson," Lady Farosa turned and walked away, "When she gets closer to the little dog, I’ll kill it in front of her then."