It was only too obvious what the situation in the teeming, bustling departure hall must have devolved into following such a gruesome bloodbath! It must have been chaotic beyond control! Screams, wails, and roars mingled together, loud enough that you wouldn't hear a conversation even if you were standing face-to-face!

At this critical moment, Zi executed a fluid sidestep, moving into a blind spot of the enemy's surveillance. With a sharp push from her feet, her high heels made a distinct snap as they were instantly converted into flats.

Simultaneously, she spun with agile grace, shedding her thick, pink overcoat which landed beside her. This revealed the Adidas pink tracksuit with an integrated hood she wore underneath. Swiftly, she untied her scarf, pulling out a faintly reddish headband, and immediately tied her hair back into a ponytail.

Once the pink coat was discarded, it became clear that Zi’s lower half was clad in loose-fitting athletic pants, previously rolled up to expose her calves encased in black stockings. Now, she let the cuffs down. In an instant, the transformation was complete: from a sexy, cold, and glamorous woman in furs to a vibrant, gentle, ponytail-wearing white-collar worker in sportswear.

All these changes occurred within five seconds, and such a concrete shift in demeanor was profoundly bewildering to observers.

Zi’s quick disguise successfully allowed her to evade her pursuers for the moment. She struggled to regulate her breathing, recovering from the exertion of unleashing "Shattered Utopia." She willed the trembling of her chest—her generous curves—to be less noticeable. After descending one level in the hall, Zi spotted the very man who had fired the XM-25 system at her, now striding toward her, scanning everywhere.

"Should I kill him?" Zi clearly understood the strengths and weaknesses of a Servant. Their advantage was resurrection; if equipped properly, their attack power might not be much weaker than their Master's. Their drawback was starkly obvious: resurrection was expensive and caused a drop in loyalty, and most Servants were inherently fragile.

As Zi hesitated, this unfortunate fellow made the decision for her. His gaze locked onto Zi’s face, and then… a look of sudden realization dawned on him.

Even though Zi hadn't fully caught her breath, she still had to act.

A sharp glimmer flashed in her eyes once more!

This time, "Shattered Utopia" was activated again. However, due to insufficient recovery time and skill cooldowns, it could only integrate two abilities: Force Barrier: Sting / Force Barrier: Detonation!

It wasn't until Zi had walked more than ten meters past the Servant that his entire body began to tremble violently. Then, a strange sound, like a mirror shattering, erupted from his chest. What followed was a cascade of matter, halfway between liquid and semi-liquid, slopping out of the hole in his chest. Even as he pressed his hands tightly over the wound, it continued to flow freely between his fingers.

Anyone with a degree of technological knowledge would recognize this viscous, slippery substance—resembling a mixture of plastic and soap—as internal organs.

The organs of a bio-synthetic creature from the Xenomorph line. Their white blood was their defining characteristic.

After the viscera drained away, a bloodied hole the size of a washbasin gaped in his chest, faintly revealing masses of eerie, ruined convolutions and an underlying plastic skeletal structure.

The man convulsed a few times before collapsing to his knees. His skin developed deep wrinkles from the massive loss of nutrient fluid, and a warm, cloying odor filled the air—like the scent of cooked pork. He dropped his head, his neck immediately twisting into a grotesque distortion, drooping nearly ninety degrees downward! His eyeballs slipped from their sockets, clattering onto the hard floor as they shattered.

Zi had killed another one.

As she sauntered onward with a languid, cat-like gait.

If Fang Senyan's fighting style left the impression of "brute force" on the team, then Reef's was one of steady stability; entrust anything to him, and while there might be no surprises, you certainly wouldn't be disappointed.

Zi’s fighting style, however, could only be described as "elegant" and "enchanting." "Shattered Utopia" often meant that enemies wouldn't realize they were critically wounded or dead until long after the initial impact. It was as if Zi's slender fingers were weaving threads of death, invisibly wrapping around the enemy's body, and then tightening them with force!

After dispatching the Servant, Zi continued to use the surging crowds to close the distance by several meters toward Keith and William above in the building. When she could no longer conceal herself for another second, she crouched low and sprang upward.

The other loyal Servant immediately detected Zi’s movement and violently hurled his weapon: a Shuriken!

The measurement unit for this projectile could only be described in "meters." With an exterior that looked crude but was actually savagely primitive, and possessing terrifying destructive power, this thing howled as it spun, severing seven or eight people before slamming heavily onto the corridor floor, shaking the entire walkway until it nearly fractured.

According to the loyal Servant's calculation, the Shuriken was aimed exactly where Zi was supposed to land. However, the reality was that after jumping, Zi simply gave a light tug on the overhead chandelier—a movement so simple it completely threw off the Servant's targeting.

Consequently, when Zi landed, the linear distance between her and the two veteran snipers had closed to within thirty meters.

For snipers, this was an extremely dangerous range—like an innocent, tender maiden being fooled by the lie, "I promise I won't do anything after we get into bed," and burrowing under a sleazy man's covers wearing only beach volleyball briefs and blinking with wide, innocent eyes... because most close-range burst capabilities are capped around thirty meters. For example, Fang Senyan’s Rage of the Horns could initiate a charge within thirty meters, and Reef's Hand of God could yank enemies closer within that range...

For snipers, once pressed to this distance, they either flee, kill their opponent... or get killed by their opponent. Thus, for Keith and William, they instantly bolted upright as if a hemorrhoid on their backside had been poked until it bled.

William, who controlled his firearm remotely with his mind, chose to flee, while Keith, with his sniper rifle in hand, immediately chose to counterattack! The fact that he made this choice even within a thirty-meter radius demonstrated the extraordinary confidence he placed in his marksmanship.

However, just as Zi invaded the dangerous thirty-meter zone, the slender left foot she used to press against the snipers' bottom line stomped hard onto the floor. For some inexplicable reason, what left the deepest impression of Zi at this moment was the heart-stopping, perfect curve of that delicate left foot.

The polished, mirror-smooth terrazzo floor immediately cracked open with several "squeaking" fissures, resembling fractured ice. More bizarrely, Zi simultaneously dropped to one knee, assuming a starting position like an athlete, with her hands pressed lightly against the floor ahead.

A strange light shone between her ten fingers:

Force Barrier: Impact!

Instantly, the floor beneath Zi was pulverized, sending shards and debris flying everywhere. However, due to the law of action and reaction, she herself was propelled backward like a projectile, smashing through the transparent yet incredibly sturdy glass curtain wall of the terminal building. She landed, executed a roll, and vanished into a firing blind spot.

This maneuver meant that whether William or Keith wanted to shoot her now, they would have to be mentally prepared to blast through the entire terminal building.

Zi’s purpose in employing this "startling the snake" tactic was to alleviate pressure on Fang Senyan... Being targeted by two sniper rifles was an unpleasant feeling for anyone, especially with that terrifying Dark Sukhi monster ahead of them.

What happened next was inevitable. Fang Senyan seized the excellent opportunity Zi created, momentarily freeing himself from the immense pressure of the two sniper rifles. This window lasted approximately thirteen point four seconds.

Thirteen point four seconds was neither excessively long nor short, but it was certainly not enough time for Fang Senyan to eliminate the monster Dark Sukhi. However, that wasn't Fang Senyan’s target anyway; he was focused on an apparently unrelated individual marked by Qin!

The Dark Sukhi was certainly not a Contractor; therefore, it must have been summoned. If the summoner was eliminated, the summoned entity from another dimension would naturally have no reason to remain in this world.

Fang Senyan sprinted to the unlucky fellow, taking eight point four seconds, and then he took five seconds to finish the job.

The hapless man took a blow from Fang Senyan’s Wound of Erosion—two seconds.

Then Fang Senyan utilized a tactical toss—one second.

The summoner flew through the air for two seconds, OK, and then slammed directly into the terrifying, surging laser beam ejected by Cyclops's eye!!!

Well, this summoner had been saved by powerful team abilities N (where N is greater than ten) times when facing danger, but… this time, he was obliterated by a character from the plot!

And when a plot character attacks a Contractor, there is no 40% damage reduction, and second! there is no near-death state! Without a near-death state, the summoner’s life-saving team ability—Hero—had no opportunity to trigger!

Fang Senyan’s calculated sequence was masterful. To achieve a swift victory, he even forfeited the chance to loot the summoner's equipment, his sole objective being to secure precious time!

Because at this moment, Fang Senyan suddenly realized that Mr. Krust’s departure was not as simple as it seemed. All the trouble he had caused might ultimately require someone to clean up his mess!

Note: This chapter is the update for February 11th. RQ