Chapter 21: I Refuse to Transmigrate Again! (Third Update)

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Ignoring the fallen phone, Luka lifted his head and immediately noticed something. At a previously normal intersection, a dump truck that had been driving just ahead of his car suddenly slammed on the brakes for some unknown reason. If Samira hadn’t maintained a safe distance and reacted quickly enough, their car would have likely crashed straight under the truck’s chassis at that moment. Even so, their vehicle was forced to stop in the middle of the road.

However, Samira’s quick reflexes didn’t guarantee that the drivers behind them could react in time. Before Luka could catch his breath—

“Bang—”

A loud crash echoed. Unsurprisingly, the car behind rammed directly into the rear of Luka’s vehicle. The tremendous impact pushed their car forward another section. Then came a rapid series of crashes: “bang bang bang bang.” It was unclear how many vehicles were involved in the chain collision.

At this point, the front of Luka’s car was completely wedged beneath the dump truck. The windshield shattered in a web-like pattern, and the deployed airbags forcefully slammed Samira’s head against the seatback. Yet, Samira had no time to worry about herself. While stabbing a sharp knife into the airbag to deflate it, she urgently shouted to Luka, “Young master! Get out of the car!”

Dazed by the successive impacts, Luka drew on his past life’s experience with car crashes to quickly reach for the seatbelt and undo it. But then—

“Thud—”

Another collision struck. This time, a car from the side lane crashed directly into Luka’s door. The impact wasn’t strong, but the vehicle was perfectly wedged, trapping Luka’s door shut.

Righting his body and glancing at the incoming car, Luka saw the driver didn’t even look his way, abandoning the vehicle in a panic. Instantly, Luka realized this was no accident. Indeed, as he turned to climb over to the other side to escape, he could already see a massive dump truck barreling from the opposite side of the intersection at full speed, heading straight for him.

“Damn it!!”

There was no time to think further. Even if he managed to get to the other side and open the door, it was unlikely he could dodge that roaring dump truck. His eyes flicked to the shattered window of the right-side door, and his mind quickly calmed.

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He immediately reached for the gun holstered at his waist. He drew out a large, oddly shaped pistol, its body a deep green. At the same time, he began clambering toward the door, using both hands and feet.

The pistol’s cyan light strip flickered continuously, accompanied by a series of electronic announcements.

“Portable psychological diagnosis... system not connected... Dominator activation complete... User confirmation...”

“Cut the crap!” Luka shouted angrily, interrupting the lengthy report. “Activate Disassembler mode!”

“User confirmed. Executing mode: Destruction·Disassembly!”

The dark green pistol in Luka’s hand rapidly unfolded. Like exposed circuitry, glowing cyan light surged forth, forming bands of light that wrapped around half his arm. The faint crackle of electricity filled the air.

“Samira! Get out first!”

Hearing his shout and noticing the weapon charging in his hand, she knew its power and without hesitation, bolted from the driver’s seat.

Luka pushed the door open, one foot touching the ground. The speeding dump truck loomed dangerously close, but his eyes burned with icy resolve.

“Die! I’m not going through this again!”

He raised his arm, the voice in his ear continuing its announcements.

“Complete target elimination in progress, please stand clear!”

The glowing orb at the gun’s muzzle swelled to its peak, the cyan light bands converging into a terrifying high-energy particle beam.

In the next moment—

“Hum—”

A surge of blue-white energy blasted forth, instantly striking the dump truck. The cyan and white glow flared, forming a sizzling orb of immense power. The scorching particle beam carved a huge circular hole through the truck’s front.

As the vehicle sped forward, the cut rapidly spread backwards. In an instant, the energy sphere suspended before Luka had penetrated the entire truck, severing the metal with a glowing red cross-section. The momentum of the truck’s mass scattered the fragmented pieces outward in all directions.

The massive dump truck was utterly shattered by a single shot, leaving only a few scraps clinging to the edges of the circular breach.

“Rumble—”

Scattered fragments sped past Luka’s side. He could even faintly feel the heat wave from the molten metal flowing near his ear.

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The cars on either side were battered and broken by the flying shards. Yet Luka, standing at the epicenter of the impact, remained completely unharmed. Every “attack” had been torn apart by his shot.

He planted his other foot firmly outside the car, letting the breeze stirred by the hot metal wash over his face. Luka steadied himself.

The pistol in his hand—the Dominator—quickly retracted its intricate mechanism, returning to the form of a dark green handgun, its design still somewhat peculiar.

By now, most bystanders hadn’t yet grasped what had just occurred. But whether passersby on the street or drivers who had gotten out cursing and ready to find the culprit behind the pileup, all were now staring blankly at Luka, stunned by what he had wrought.

For a moment, the entire street fell silent.

...

Until—

“Oi! Lixie! That’s—”

“Ahhh!!”

A chorus of angry shouts erupted. No one screamed in terror; after all, New Yorkers hardened by the recent Citari invasion were no strangers to psychological endurance.

Many stopped to raise their phones and start recording.

The “ahhh” came from the driver who had just crashed the dump truck into Luka. He was probably an athlete, or simply lucky. Despite the truck being torn to pieces, he was still alive—just one leg completely disintegrated, bruised and broken, writhing and screaming on the ground.

Luka slid the Dominator back into his holster and only spared a glance at the crowd snapping photos, paying them no mind.

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