Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 385 - 347: The Glory of Youth_2

Chapter 385: Chapter 347: The Glory of Youth_2

Everything was crumbling.

But Kanako could not intervene; she lingered underground, distant from the gunfire, uncertain whether it was a blessing or a curse. Time could not be rewound; she could not regret her decisions.

All she knew was that most people would die, and the only thing she regretted was that, once again, she had entrusted her fate into the hands of others.

When would she break free from the cage and embrace freedom?

On the beach, the sound of the waves at Bibo City remained.

Farosa braced herself on the ground with her right hand, casting the Law of Recovery on herself to end the agony of being cut in half. She had never missed her long legs so much.

...She remembered something Xu Yang had told her.

"What is Honma Noriko’s greatest weakness?" Initially, Farosa had inquired, "I’m going to perform a ritual for her. It’s too precise, complicated; the slightest carelessness could make things very problematic."

Xu Yang showed her his right hand with traces of cutting, skin grafting, and refilling with artificial tissue, all to conceal the micro-machines underneath.

"Modification?" Farosa asked.

"Modifications make us stronger, while Honma Noriko is unmodified," said Xu Yang.

He explained to Farosa this commonplace phenomenon; it was hard for people to accept new things that emerged in their middle age. For Honma Noriko, human body modification was something she could not accept.

By the time she finally changed her mindset, she was too old; who would dare to cut open and disembowel someone of such an advanced age?

"If you ask me her biggest weakness—it’s that she’s flesh and blood," Xu Yang concluded.

Back to the present, Farosa watched the silent Honma Noriko and Yanagawa Fumihiko, hiding her nails stained with cat blood.

It’s always beneficial for a woman to grow her nails long, especially since she wasn’t allowed to carry even a slight weapon; making that poisoned cat bleed was difficult, and using a ritual dagger was too obvious.

Farosa had tested many times.

The poison from the Poison Master was unmatched, inescapable, and ultimately lethal.

But if it were administered in a minuscule dose into a kitten, using cat blood as a medium, surviving the Witch Transformation’s detoxification effect, and being neutralized by the Regeneration Magic Power, it wouldn’t kill.

Instead, it would become a degraded toxin.

Not fatal, unnoticeable by the individual, constantly eroded by trace amounts of toxins, falling into a state of weakness and confusion.

The Magic Potion Farosa offered to Honma Noriko was a drink of opportunity, ecstasy, and also one of poison. After that, every word Farosa said easily entered Honma Noriko’s subconscious. Utilizing her strong psychological fluctuations of returning to youth and her own mystique, Farosa influenced her judgment, implanting certain psychological suggestions in the newly born Witch.

In that instant, a flash of insight crossed Farosa’s mind, and she knew she had to extract herself.

The moment was upon her.

She had traveled from afar for this divine opportunity.

It was her tremendous effort in shaping history, no need to think, she knew that with Farosa triggering the conflicts ahead of time, "Xisheng," the colossal capitalist beast straddling the history of corporateism, would crumble. No matter what Honma Noriko planned to do, the rift between her and her children was now completely torn apart, much earlier than Honma Noriko had anticipated.

It was Farosa’s turn to feel a surge of ecstasy.

Farosa glanced at Honma Noriko, noticing her expression growing increasingly composed.

That was it, those few minutes were the most emotionally tumultuous of Honma Noriko’s life, experiencing ecstasy, madness, and then calmness, now scrutinizing everything around her with a cautious gaze, instructing Fumihiko Yanagawa to continue his work, rallying allies, verifying keys, and dispelling rumors.

Farosa nodded silently, indeed, once humans reached such a state, they too would acquire a touch of divinity, wouldn’t they? The cold and heartless Honma Noriko from the propaganda posters was back.

The ambush bullets kept coming, but were deflected by Fumihiko Yanagawa’s Bullet-deflection Technique. His movements were unseen, only the sound of metal being torn apart was heard. The Northern Archipelago’s mightiest Sword Saint, how could he be defeated by mere bullets? When confronted with energy weapons, he employed his personal Shield, providing broad protection.

Soon, the ambush ceased as well, the forces Honma Noriko had previously deployed quickly got to work, purging traitors, clearing the dangerous area around the beach, and replacing them with loyal forces.

Hmm... time to leave, Farosa thought. The place would soon be crowded with Honma Noriko’s other guards.

She missed Xu Yang dearly; Farosa knew she was safest by his side. This man would go to great lengths to protect her. Meanwhile, the outside world harbored too much malice. If she played too far, humans would swallow her whole.

Therefore, Farosa did not want to continue talking with Honma Noriko, fearing she might get entangled in her machinations. Honma Noriko had endless methods at her disposal; her anger towards her treacherous offspring would transform into a precise slaughtering knife, orchestrating all their destinies.

Farosa walked towards the beach; she was unsafe. Cautious of an Anti-Magic Bullet, she had been shot with one back at the Bronze Titan Excavation Site; being unable to use Magic Power for an extended period left her chased by rats, marking the most troublesome time of her life. So, she couldn’t take the risk.

Now the side with more bullets and fiercer firepower had the final say. In comparison, it was better to run home, embrace her man, and then ascend to divinity.

Run, little cat.

Run!

"Meet me outside," Farosa gestured to them, "Samurai, take the Witch to a safe place, don’t play dumb, you surely have a plan."