Chapter 9

Humans have a strange habit: when they confirm they are not in danger, they will definitely gather together to indulge in the spectacle of something that looks interesting or exciting—this is what is known as onlookers.

Although the plant tentacle monster that jumped onto the highway to escape the army caused significant casualties among the civilians near the station, once the situation was under control, they emerged from the shadows of the walls, from nearby shops, and even from the branches of a tree, and began to chatter about the island in the distance.

Mengyun didn't like to join the crowd and make a fuss, so she found a small convenience store whose owner had long since fled, took an ice cream from the freezer, and sat at the entrance, enjoying it leisurely.

She had no intention at all of seeking help from the army to come back and save me.

This can't be entirely blamed on her, because my sister and I both inherited a "condition" from our mother, or perhaps a special ability: the ability to remain calm in various situations, and to quickly regain composure even after a series of unexpected events. However, it's just that we remain calm. We can't burst into action like a superhero or dodge bullets like a cool guy in sunglasses. At most, we can think without being influenced by the outside world.

Unfortunately, as Nafuga said, I'm not good at processing information. In short, I can't use this calmness to quickly combine the various pieces of information at hand to formulate a perfect plan and turn the tide in one fell swoop. That's something a protagonist with a halo can do. All I can do is think like an ordinary citizen, and then make a decision that may or may not be right, but is ultimately my own choice.

Being able to think of using the manhole cover in the alley to fight the monster was already my limit.

Mengyun also has this ability, which is why she didn't hesitate to turn and run instead of staying and crying. However, in her subconscious, I seemed to be 100% doomed, so she never had the idea of bringing the soldiers back to check.

Is this girl really my sister?

OK, the above is what I thought while being chased and slashed by the beautiful but mysterious girl with a sword. Although my rational mind told me it wasn't the time to think about these things, I couldn't help but let my mind wander and leap—just like how a teacher can never stop a teenage boy from going to great lengths to buy pornographic books... but that's not the point.

Finally, the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield noticed us, and the absurd chase came to a halt.

"Alright, I get it," Mengyun, who had been watching the show for a while, finally finished her ice cream, licked her fingers, and walked up to us, saying, "Bro, it looks like you really got hit by this girl. So, who is she?"

Only then did I realize I hadn't even asked the girl's name. Of course, there were various reasons for this, but no matter what, it was very impolite.

I gave the girl an awkward smile, scratched my head, and tried to force a smile to ease the awkward atmosphere, but it seemed to have the opposite effect—especially on the blonde girl, who seemed to be reminded of someone else, probably also a tragic figure, and was trying hard to cover her mouth with her hand.

It's okay, you can laugh. I'd rather be a clown to make you laugh than face your fist or sword, which would definitely be fatal!

After slapping my cheeks hard, I took a deep breath, calmed down, and said seriously, "Hello, beautiful lady. My name is Zhouyi, and I'm an ordinary student at the high school nearby. I really appreciate you saving me just now. If it's okay, can we get to know each other?"

The people around us were gathered, discussing the island, and didn't notice us. The girl used some technique, and the sword in her left hand, along with its sheath, suddenly became transparent and then completely disappeared before I could realize what was happening.

It was as if she had never held anything in her hand.

Clearly, the girl had no intention of explaining. She used a similar but opposite method to pull out a pure white headband from the air, tied her hair into a large ponytail with a cute bow on the right side of her head, and after tidying her clothes, nodded at us politely, "Whether you believe it or not, I am not from this plane of existence but from another world. You can call me Emilina. I came here to track and stop a demon who is investigating your world to determine whether to invade it."

After a few seconds of silence, Mengyun and I turned to look at each other, "Middle school syndrome?"

Look at this默契 (rapport), we are definitely siblings!

Then, Mengyun and I both clutched the red, swollen bumps on our heads, which were smoking, and tearfully chose to crouch down and protect our heads.

"I'm sorry, please continue."

"I know it sounds unbelievable, but it's okay if you don't believe me," the girl called Emilina rubbed her hand, which had just hit our heads, and continued with a calm expression, "I belong to an organization called the United Defense, which was created by my home plane. Our goal is to prevent and obstruct demons from invading other planes that are defenseless or relatively weak, in order to plunder resources. Since your plane has a high level of technological civilization, it's not easy to invade, so the demon only sent a scout, and the organization only sent me. However, things seem to be more complicated..."

Emilina turned to look at the sea where the island covered with dangerous, unknown plants had retreated, and fell silent.

If what this girl said is true, then it's clear that she was chasing a demon, probably named Belock, in the city. The demon set a trap for Emilina, trapping her in the sewer, and then escaped. Before all this happened, an unidentified plant island appeared and attacked us, and then I met her.

In other words, the killer plants are not related to Emilina or the demon; they are a product of this world itself.

I couldn't help but think of Liu Tao's prophecy again. If I met him now, he would definitely grab my collar with excitement and spout a bunch of incomprehensible information and knowledge, spraying me with saliva.

No, maybe he would have a cerebral hemorrhage from excitement and die before that.

Is the Creator tired of this world and planning to start over? To be honest, I still can't believe such an incredible thing. I'd rather believe that the plants are a secret biological weapon developed by the kingdom than that they are invincible apostles with AT fields. However, this girl named Emilina has completely颠覆 (upended) any common sense I know, and it can't be explained by science.

Even if making things disappear or appear is some kind of magic trick, what about the powerful electric shock that almost burned half the alley? And the current came from the sword in her hand. If an ordinary person held it, they would either be charred on the spot or die from electrocution.

Are you the long-lost sister of Kuroko or one of the 20,000 clones that underwent a genetic mutation?

For the sake of my life, I swallowed those words and said, "Miss Emilina, if there's nothing else, my sister and I will take our leave. We need to go back and let our family know we're safe after such a big incident."

"Hmm, that's right, I also need to contact the organization to report the special situation here," the girl nodded in agreement, "So, let's call it a day. But Zhouyi, don't think I'll let you off easily. You will definitely pay the price for what you did!"

"Please, please go easy on me when the time comes." Recalling the terrifying scene when Emilina instantly killed the plant tentacle monster, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and tears.

The beautiful blonde girl glared at me angrily and then turned and disappeared into a nearby alley.

Mengyun tugged at my sleeve, "Hey, bro. What kind of benefit did you get?"

"Her panties."

"What!?" Mengyun immediately covered her face in horror, "You actually stuck your head under her skirt when she fell and used your nose and mouth to enjoy a super feast of visual, tactile, olfactory, and taste sensations!?"

So, what does this girl think about all day? I'm worried about your future, little sister!

"Wait, let's not talk about the falling skill that often appears in various works; visual, tactile, and olfactory sensations are one thing, but what about the taste?"

"Of course, you, the perverted brother who hides 28 pornographic books under the bed, half of which feature black-haired and half of which feature blonde girls, took the opportunity to stick out your tongue and lick. It must have tasted good, right?"

I think I need to move the hiding place of those 'treasures'...

While Mengyun and I were discussing our daily lives and walking, a voice suddenly came from behind. Unfortunately, it wasn't Emilina's, so the unwritten rule that a girl who falls from the sky must go home with the protagonist was shattered.

The person calling my name was the last person I wanted to see: Liu Tao.