Chapter 11: Accumulation

“I remember just now I arrived at a street intersection, but why am I here now?”
Wakaba recalled that her vision had blurred for a moment, accompanied by a faint sensation of weightlessness. When she came to her senses, she found herself here.

“This mist seems to have appeared directly in front of my eyes. Could this be the Mist Realm recorded in the contract information?”
Wakaba recalled the memories embedded in the contract.

“The contract states that the Mist Realm is a manifestation of the calamity’s pollution upon the world. Each Mist Realm corresponds to an origin, known as a Tainted Beast. Only by eliminating the Tainted Beast can the world be saved from the calamity!”

“The urgent task now is to find the Tainted Beast and save the world... No! What does this have to do with me? I should report this to the Safety Bureau and let them handle it.”

“Save the world? The world belongs to everyone, not just me. Naturally, everyone must work together to save it—no one can be left behind!”
Wakaba felt her reasoning was sound.

“By the way, why was I so eager to come here just now?”
She pondered over her recent behavior and found it increasingly strange.

Just now, she felt that if she didn’t come here, she would miss something incredibly important—something that would cause regret and lifelong remorse.

This kind of deep, instinctive impulse is devastating for a girl. After all, human females are creatures of intuition.

Naturally, Wakaba had fallen for it and came running without hesitation.

Fortunately, this was not her true body but a clone.

She had absolute control over the clone and could easily alter its memories and emotions, but she chose not to do so.

Faced with the clone’s inner desire, she immediately rejected it, took control, and directed the clone to turn back and go home to sleep.

As for the Mist Realm... this world wasn’t without police—or rather, the Safety Bureau.

However, as she turned around and clearly saw the scene before her,
a chill surged from her feet to the crown of her head, her entire body tensed.

Somehow, six or seven meters behind her, a dense crowd of humanoid shadows had gathered.

“When did this happen?!”

Wakaba quickly put distance between herself and them, slipping her right hand inside her coat to grip her handgun, ready to draw and fire at any moment.

But as the shadows drew closer and their forms became clearer,
her tense heart gradually relaxed.

She realized they were not Tainted Beasts but dozens of ordinary people, at least by appearance.

Their faces were expressionless, their eyes vacant, and their steps unsteady as they walked inward.

Their clothing was plain, nearly half of them appeared to be homeless.

Wakaba watched them warily from the side, refraining from rash attacks, simply observing quietly.

The people soon passed by her and kept moving forward without attacking her.

“Could these be ordinary people lured in by the Mist Realm?”

She bent down, picked up a small stone, and struck the knee of a middle-aged man with great force.

Crack!

His knee likely broke, but even so, he limped onward.

Seeing this, Wakaba turned and walked in the opposite direction from the group.

She didn’t try to be heroic or think she could save them.

She was just a weak girl without any ability to rescue anyone.

If anyone claimed otherwise, it would be a moral burden imposed on her.

Wakaba had self-awareness!

Striding swiftly to the end of the line, she was about to pass the last person.

But suddenly, she sensed something was off.

‘No, this person’s steps are too steady—danger!’ Her heart tightened, and she leaned back, preparing to retreat explosively.

Whoosh!

But that figure was quicker, shifting from walking to sprinting in an instant.

Wakaba’s eyes widened, her attention fully focused, as the figure became a blur, shooting straight at her.

The distance between them was no more than eight meters, and in the blink of an eye, the figure was only two meters away.

At such close range, Wakaba caught a clear glimpse of her opponent.

It was a girl with shoulder-length white hair, about fourteen or fifteen years old, her expression cold.

She had beast ears on her head and wore fur resembling a wolf’s pelt.

Her wrists and ankles were furry, like plush slippers.

Between the knuckles of her right hand, three white spectral claws extended—like Wolverine’s claws, but half a meter long, radiating a sharp edge.

“What incredible speed!”

Wakaba’s heart grew solemn.

She recognized this girl as a magical girl, far stronger than herself.

Under normal circumstances, a novice magical girl like Wakaba would be defeated in one strike.

But she still had a trump card: two brains!

One was the clone’s brain, and the other was the original’s small brain.

The combined processing power, nearly doubled, allowed Wakaba to anticipate her opponent’s attack.

If she could see it, she could counter it.

Both brains worked rapidly, fueling the surge of magic energy within her.

Boom!

She concentrated the magic energy beneath her feet and detonated it, the massive recoil propelling her to the left.

With a swish, the opponent’s sharp white claws swept past her side.

Wakaba felt the razor-sharp claws stimulate her skin so intensely that goosebumps rose all over.

The girl seemed surprised that Wakaba had evaded her strike.

Carried by momentum, she continued charging forward, crossing past Wakaba without time to turn her body.

Seizing the opportunity, Wakaba summoned three razor-sharp silver threads floating around her.

Whish!

The three silver threads, like whips, lashed toward the white-haired beast-eared girl, breaking through the air with fierce speed.

Silver light flashed as the threads sliced into the girl’s body, feeling resistance.

But it only slowed them for a moment.

The silver threads continued cutting through the resistance, about to slice her skin.

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