Chapter 47 - Mimicry Weapons

"Get out of the way," Bai Youyou whispered sternly."Don’t underestimate the professionalism of us Ogres!"

The Two Tier Cleaner roared, his gray robe torn by his expanding body, growing a full size larger and revealing a ferocious face.

"Mimicry · Bone Head!"

A savage aura surged, countless beams of light in his hands gathered into a rudimentary form, and then an Ogre Bone Staff covered in spikes appeared in his hand.

Pieces of rotting flesh with a foul odor were scattered among the spikes on the surface of the bone staff, with a structure resembling the ribs of a baby wrapped around its top.

Countless ghostly black mists entwined around its staff, sending out a chorus of wails.

The massive Bone Head swung with a whoosh, smashing towards Bai Youyou’s face.

Bai Youyou sidestepped to dodge.

Once a Cleaner reaches Two Tier, their life becomes fundamentally different from that of ordinary people, capable of soul resonance to gather their own mimetic weapon.

No scholar could ever explain the origins of these mimetic weapons, akin to bizarre creatures, manifested naturally when one’s spiritual power reaches a certain threshold.

These weapons vary widely, with forms differing according to the soul strength of different Cleaners. A Two Tier Cleaner might first be able to gather only a part of the weapon, perhaps just the hilt of a sword or the grip of a gun.

As one ascends the ranks, the mimicked weapon becomes increasingly complete.

A mimetic weapon is linked to the disposition of its owner; if the owner is brutal and bloodthirsty, the gathered weapon will bear gruesome and twisted characteristics.

Like this Ogre’s weapon.

Bai Youyou retracted a fist to her waist and abdomen, then launched it forward quickly. The thick Bone Head was shattered into pieces under the girl’s terrifying power!

"What!"

The Ogre’s face was filled with disbelief as a mouthful of blood spewed out.

With his mimetic weapon shattered, his soul sustained severe damage, and the intense tinnitus made his mind explode with confusion, the girl’s figure becoming increasingly eerie before him.

Another punch followed, this time hitting the Ogre’s chest hard, crushing his entire ribcage inward.

The massive body flew off like a kite with a broken string towards the distance, falling into a dilapidated shed, his life and death uncertain.

Just as Bai Youyou resolved the Ogre, the whistling wind sounded behind her.

The only remaining small figure leapt towards her, claws extended, aiming directly at her vital spot.

She turned around, her hand striking out with precision like a clamp, grabbing its neck and lifting it into the air.

The figure growled like a wolf, a scarlet gaze seemingly staring at her from beneath the mask.

For some reason, Bai Youyou had a sense of familiarity with the figure before her, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

In a moment of distraction, Anya seized the opportunity, suddenly opening her mouth and biting Bai Youyou’s wrist.

The sharp fangs pierced through the pure white glove, and blood oozed out.

The sting made Bai Youyou instinctively release her grip, and Anya quickly retreated, putting distance between them.

Bai Youyou clutched her injured wrist, staring intently at the small figure.

The opponent seemed to have entered a frenzy state, moving much faster than at the start, and though originally inferior to the Two Tier Cleaners, now far surpassing them.

What puzzled her was not this; even facing five Two Tier Cleaners at once, she could manage with ease.

Why did this small figure evoke such familiarity in her...

No time to ponder, a massive shadow loomed over Bai Youyou’s position, and the Ogre’s roar resounded like war drums.

Despite being severely injured, the Ogre charged again, wildly swinging the half-broken Bone Head towards her head.

"Tsk..."

Bai Youyou decided not to drag it out any longer.

She caught the swinging Bone Head with one hand, unmoving no matter how much the Ogre roared and exerted force. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on N0veI.Fiɾe.net

She opened her right hand.

Invisible elements began gathering in her palm; at first, a small flame appeared, and soon the air twisted from the heat, with a searing fireball suddenly manifesting in her hand.

The Ogre’s eyes widened.

Seriously?

This power, this close combat capability, left a Berserker like him utterly unable to fight back, and yet you’re telling him she could resonate with elements, being a Magic Profession!?

"Fireball Bombardment."

Bai Youyou whispered the curse word, then leaned in towards the Ogre, the furious fireball engulfing her fist, and with one punch, the raging flames instantly burned a large hole in the Ogre’s chest, igniting his three-meter-tall body into flames!

The blaze shot to the sky!

Noticing the commotion in the distance, Xu Xiaoyou halted in her tracks.

Seeing a large part of the sky dyed dark red, she cursed inwardly.

Most things today were within her control, except she misjudged Bai Youyou’s combat power.

This investigator wasn’t an opponent she could contend with at this stage.

The Two Tier Cleaners couldn’t even get through a single round against her!

Ignoring the faint elemental resonance she felt with the Fire Element, Xu Xiaoyou’s legs ran at an unnatural speed.

Anya, you better hold your ground for me.

Just hold on a bit more, and I promise, all the good stuff in the future will be yours.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

A charred corpse lay unrecognizable, burnt beyond recognition.

In her Moon Madness state, Anya became increasingly frenzied, striking at Bai Youyou from all directions.

Her world was a crimson haze, as if a voice was whispering inside, continually driving her desire for blood and slaughter.

If she didn’t prove her worth, she would be abandoned, and being abandoned meant losing this home.

The woman before her would take Xu Xiaoyou away from her side.

She would return to a cage, bruised and battered.

Tear her apart, tear her apart!

Countless thoughts and corrupted programs grew like madness, filling her mind, eroding her sanity.

Bai Youyou noticed the small figure before her was in a distorted state, seemingly on the verge of losing control completely.

"Mimicry · Osiris," she murmured.

Intricate patterns appeared in the air, constructing a marvelous piece of art, as thousands of precise components seamlessly assembled, forming a mechanical steam hammer.

"Animate!"

She gripped the handle of the steam hammer, and with steam billowing, the hammer began to morph.

The intricate mechanical structure expanded on both sides, the armor covering it quickly contracting, revealing a massive, menacing eyeball.

Thud—

Like a powerful heartbeat, the entire hammer was enveloped by countless blood vessels and flesh, like a large pulsating tumor, emitting an intimidating aura!

With one strike, Anya’s eyes cleared, and she was sent flying, crashing straight into a residential building.