Chapter Thirty-Two: It Is Already Full Here

Bang!

The gunshot echoed through the night sky. The cold voice of a woman intertwined with the roar of a flintlock, tearing through the nocturnal silence.

Unaware that someone had silently appeared behind him to launch a sneak attack, Alex twisted his body by instinct. Still, the bullet, molded from spiritual power, pierced his waist, sending a spray of blood mist into the air.

"!!!"

Alex clutched the bloody hole in his side. Blood-red energy coalesced in his hand as he slashed backward with his claw. Tokisaki Kurumi’s reaction was no less swift; before Alex’s blood-drenched claw could reach her, she fluttered into the sky like a graceful butterfly, landing on a rooftop ten meters away.

Moonlight bathed her, allowing Alex to clearly see the appearance of his assailant: long black hair tied into two braids—one long, one short—draped nonchalantly over her shoulders. Her slender limbs looked as if they might snap with the slightest pressure, her skin was as fair and smooth as a pearl, and her lips were as delicate as cherry blossom petals. Contrasted against her black and red Gothic dress, she appeared enchantingly beautiful.

Most captivating of all were her eyes. Her right eye was a wine-red, filled with a demonic charm capable of ensnaring a man with a single glance. Her left eye, however, was like a golden clock; a closer look would reveal that the clock within it was ticking away in rhythmic motion.

"A member of the North Arctic Team?"

Alex stared at her, filled with wary suspicion. He was not distracted by Kurumi’s beauty. In the Main God’s space, there was no shortage of handsome men and beautiful women. Furthermore, his previous teammates had included a woman with a succubus enhancement—he didn't even know how many times he had "played" with her—so he would naturally not be easily swayed by mere good looks.

What he feared was the strength of the person before him.

The bullet from just moments ago had actually pierced his defenses and wounded him. He had reacted in time to form a protective barrier using blood energy and magic, yet those two flintlocks in her hands—could they be some kind of specialized magical weapons?

Judging by her vitality and soul intensity, she was no weakling. The intuition granted by his genetic lock told him clearly that the strength of the person before him was not inferior to his own. But how could this be? Was the North Arctic Team not the first reincarnation team to enter the field? How could such a formidable existence appear?

Just as Alex was gripped by suspicion, Chu Hao, awakened by the gunshot, sat up abruptly from his bed. Grabbing the pistol hidden under his pillow, he leaped to the window and peered out at the scene beyond.

The others had also awakened. After all, they were still in the reincarnation world of *Skyline*, an alien invasion of Earth; no one would dare sleep soundly. The sound of the gunshot had easily roused everyone.

Five clones remained in the safe house, while several others had already reached the outside. Relying on the abilities of a Spirit, they flew into the sky and landed beside Alex, staring at him with playful, mocking gazes.

"How are these guys all identical?"

A wave of intense killing intent and a sense of crisis washed over him. Alex felt his hair stand on end. With a roar, he immediately unlocked the second stage of his genetic lock. His muscles swelled, transforming him into a small giant. The Kurumi clones simultaneously aimed their flintlocks at Alex and pulled the triggers in succession.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

With the second-stage genetic lock combined with a double-B rank bloodline enhancement, Alex could theoretically ignore the direct fire of most conventional weapons. If he utilized energy circulation to cover his body, even being hit directly by anti-materiel weaponry would, at most, only pierce his skin.

However, the weapons in the hands of the Kurumi clones were not mere flintlocks; they were artifacts molded from spiritual power, akin to magical weapons. The bullets fired after being infused with spiritual power were things even an AST wizard capable of deploying a territory could not take lightly.

In comparison, Alex’s defensive methods were crude. He simply blanketed his body with energy, and the defensive effect of this energy was far inferior to *douqi* or *gangqi*. Thus, these bullets easily tore through his defenses, carving countless bloody holes into his body.

Even though Tokisaki Kurumi was relatively weak compared to other Spirits, she was by no means someone a reincarnator who hadn't even reached the third stage could compare to. Even a single clone would be enough to force Alex into a bitter struggle, let alone five.

In less than two seconds, Alex’s body was riddled with dozens of bloody holes. Were it not for the fact that he had protected his vital organs with his arms in time, and the formidable vitality granted by his vampire bloodline, he would likely have died on the spot.

"How? How did it come to this?"

Alex could never have imagined that the North Arctic Team, whom he had deemed a group of lambs for the slaughter, would turn out to be a tiger he could not afford to provoke. And he was the lamb, having walked straight into the tiger's den, delivering himself into their hands.

"Is this your layout, too? You tactician of the North Arctic Team!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

There was no time to think. If this continued, he would be reduced to a sieve within seconds. Alex pushed off the ground with his legs, leaped into the air, landed on a distant bungalow, and then fled rapidly toward the horizon.

His experiences over the past few days had made Alex increasingly proficient in the skill of running away. But could he really escape?

The answer was no.

"I heard you are a half-breed of vampire and demon."

To Alex's shock, one of the Kurumi clones appeared beside him. Despite having no wings on her back, she drifted freely through the air.

"And yet you don't even have wings. You can't even fly... I thought you were quite something, but it turns out you're just a small fry."

"What did you say?!"

Alex’s face turned crimson with rage, but it was immediately followed by a heart-wrenching pain in his back and the sound of a gunshot ringing in his ears.

"That won't do, sir."

Another Kurumi appeared at his side, aiming her flintlock at Alex, a sickly smile playing on her lips.

"You are the prey that is supposed to be running. Why have you stopped so easily?"

"You are just... foolishly adorable."

As she finished speaking, countless bullets descended like a rainstorm, striking Alex’s limbs, torso, and even his head.

"Pugh—!"

Alex let out a muffled groan, plummeted from the building, and landed heavily in a nearby alley.

A hit to the head, while not killing him instantly, left Alex unable to control his body. Crimson blood blurred his vision; waves of nausea and intense fear surged from the depths of his heart. His entire body was drenched in blood and cold sweat.

If nothing changed, he was going to die.

"No! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

Alex screamed in a breakdown. He crawled along the ground like a dog, dragging his body forward with his arms, his eyes fixed intently on the manhole cover ahead.

"As long as I can... as long as I can... make it there..."

Exhausting his final ounce of strength, Alex finally reached the manhole cover. As he struggled to push it open, a flintlock held by a delicate hand emerged from the sewer, pressing firmly against his forehead.

"It's already full down here."

Staring at the Tokisaki Kurumi who had appeared in the sewer when he hadn't noticed, Alex’s face was filled with despair.

"You cannot escape."

Bang!