My Anime Shopping Tree & My Cold Prodigy Wife!
Episode-179

Chapter : 357

He felt her power, the raging storm, answer his call, pouring into the mould of his will. The air around his outstretched hand began to crackle, to hum with a rising, terrifying crescendo. A single, brilliant point of azure light appeared above his palm, then elongated, solidified, coalescing with a sound like tearing silk into a shimmering, six-foot spear of pure, white-hot energy. It did not radiate heat; it seemed to consume it, the air around it growing unnaturally cold. It hummed with a low, deadly, aural thrum, a contained thunderclap waiting to be unleashed.

Down in the clearing, one of the bandits, perhaps sensing a subtle shift in the air, a sudden drop in temperature, glanced up nervously. His eyes widened. He saw the figure on the crag, the white, featureless mask, the impossible, shimmering spear of pure lightning held aloft. His mouth opened to shout a warning, a choked, terrified sound.

It was the last sound he ever made.

The world, for the bandits in the clearing, did not end with a roar, but with a silent, blinding flash.

Lloyd, the White Mask, a faceless arbiter of consequence standing silhouetted against the dying sky, brought his hand down. It was not a throw, not a launch. It was a simple, downward flick of his wrist, a conductor’s final, decisive gesture. A command.

The Spear of Justice did not fly. It did not arc. It simply… struck.

With a sound that was less a thunderclap and more the sharp, final crack of reality itself breaking, the spear vanished from his hand and reappeared in the center of the clearing in the same infinitesimal fraction of a second. But it was not one spear anymore. It had become five. Five silent, lethal, impossibly fast streaks of azure lightning, each one seeking its target with a horrifying, unerring precision.

The bandit who had looked up, his warning a choked gargle in his throat, was the first. The spear materialized an inch before his chest. There was no time to scream, no time to move, no time to even register the incandescent point of light before it punched through his leather jerkin, through his ribs, through his heart, with the casual, irresistible force of a falling star. He was dead before his body even began to slump to the ground, a look of pure, uncomprehending terror frozen on his face.

The burly, scar-faced man who was still holding the merchant’s wife by the hair grunted, a sudden, sharp intake of breath. He looked down. A shimmering, six-foot shaft of pure, solidified lightning was now protruding from the center of his chest, its light casting an eerie blue glow on the woman’s tear-streaked face. He stared at it, a look of profound, almost comical, surprise on his face. He opened his mouth, perhaps to comment on this unexpected and deeply inconvenient development, but only a gurgle of blood emerged. His grip on the woman’s hair slackened, and he pitched forward, collapsing into a lifeless heap.

The third and fourth bandits, who had been laughing as they rifled through the contents of the overturned wagon, died without ever knowing they were under attack. One moment they were pulling a bolt of silk from a crate, the next, their world dissolved into a silent, white-hot flash. The spears pierced them from behind, one through the neck, one through the spine, their lethal energy vaporizing vital organs instantly, their bodies collapsing amidst the scattered silks and spices like discarded puppets whose strings had been cut.

The leader, the wiry, cruel-eyed man who had been savoring his power over the weeping woman, was the last. He had seen the first flash, had spun around, his hand instinctively going for his sword. But he was far, far too slow. The final spear manifested directly before him. It did not strike his chest. It struck him square in the face. His sneering triumph, his casual cruelty, his very existence, was erased in a single, silent, brilliant burst of pure, elemental judgment.

The five spears, their lethal work done, did not clatter to the ground. They held their form for a single, breathtaking, terrifying heartbeat, five pillars of azure light marking the positions of the fallen bandits. Then, with a soft, sighing hiss, they dissolved, dissipating back into the twilight air, leaving behind only the lingering, sharp scent of ozone and the profound, absolute silence of the dead.

The entire engagement, from the first silent flash to the final dissolving spear, had taken less than two seconds.

Chapter : 358

The merchant’s wife knelt on the ground, her hands still raised in a posture of helpless defense, staring at the five still, silent forms that had, moments before, been her tormentors. She looked at their lifeless eyes, at the smoking, cauterized wounds where the spears had struck. She looked at the spilled silks, the scattered crates. She looked at her two small children, who were still huddled by the wagon wheel, their own eyes wide, not with terror anymore, but with a kind of stunned, uncomprehending awe.

Then, slowly, hesitantly, she looked up. Up towards the high, rocky crag.

The figure was still there. A tall, silent silhouette against the last, bruised vestiges of the twilight sky. The white mask was a blank, emotionless void, its featureless surface catching the faint light of the rising moon. He stood for a moment longer, a silent, terrifying, faceless guardian, his judgment delivered, his purpose served.

He offered no words of comfort. He offered no explanation. He simply turned, the dark fabric of his tunic melting into the deeper shadows of the ruined watchtower, and vanished. As if he had never been there at all. As if the thunderous, silent judgment had been delivered not by a man, but by the wrathful, impersonal hand of a storm god.

The woman continued to kneel, the silence of the clearing broken now only by the soft crackle of the campfire and the first, hesitant, disbelieving sobs of her own profound, overwhelming, and utterly unexpected, relief. Her life, and the lives of her children, had been saved. Not by a hero. But by a ghost. A terrifying, silent, white-masked ghost who wielded spears of pure lightning.

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The ride back from the ruined watchtower was a long, silent journey through a moon-drenched landscape. The wind, which had earlier felt like a harbinger of conflict, was now just a cool, cleansing presence, washing away the lingering scent of ozone and death. Lloyd, the White Mask tucked safely away in his saddlebag, rode with a steady, unhurried pace, the grim satisfaction of the encounter a cold, hard knot in his gut.

He felt no remorse. No guilt. The five bandits had been a clear and present threat, their cruelty absolute, their fate a direct consequence of their own actions. The Major General, the soldier who had authorized countless strikes against similar threats, felt only the clean, sharp certainty of a problem solved. A threat neutralized. Innocents protected. It was a simple, brutal, and deeply satisfying equation.

He had pushed Fang Fairy Powers(technically), yes, unleashing five spears in rapid succession. The drain on their shared reserves had been immense, leaving a familiar, bone-deep weariness behind. But the test had been a resounding, terrifying success. The Spear of Justice was not just a weapon; it was an absolute. Against mundane, un-shielded opponents, it was irresistible, its speed and lethality belonging to another category of warfare entirely.

As he rode, his mind, no longer consumed by the immediate tactical situation, turned to the other, more pressing, equation in his life: the System. The eternal, relentless pursuit of Coins. The fight against the bandits, while a moral necessity and a useful field test, had also been, in the cold, hard logic of the System, a task. An opportunity.

He focused his will, calling up the familiar, translucent blue interface. He had been so absorbed in the aftermath of the fight, in ensuring the merchant family was safe before he slipped away, that he hadn't yet checked for the reward.

The notification was already there, glowing with a quiet, almost smug, intensity.

[System Notification: Unsanctioned Criminal Entity Neutralized!]

[Analysis: User engaged and successfully eliminated a high-threat bandit cell (Designation: ‘The Rotwood Scourges’). Five hostile combatants neutralized. Two non-combatant civilians and two juvenile non-combatants successfully rescued from imminent threat. Lethal force deemed appropriate and efficiently applied.]

[Target Value Assessed: The ‘Rotwood Scourges’ were a known, high-value criminal target with outstanding bounties totaling 28 Gold Coins from three separate baronies. Their elimination represents a significant contribution to regional stability.]

[Conclusion: Justice, swift and electric, has been served. Also, a notable public service has been rendered. System approves of efficient pest control, especially when it is also profitable.]

[Bonus Reward Issued: 280 System Coins (SC)]

[Calculation: Base reward for high-value criminal elimination (200 SC) + Bonus for rescue of non-combatants (50 SC) + Bonus for tactical efficiency and overwhelming force application (30 SC) = 280 SC.]