Chapter 95 - Your Weakness

  All of us stood frozen in stunned silence as the thunderous shockwave from the punch rippled through the air. Bits of scorched metal and shattered plating scattered like confetti across the arena, clanging against the floor and walls. Myrrh’s Frame Unit lay eerily still, sprawled across the battleground like a defeated knight in a field of debris.

  Fei turned to me, her synthetic eyes wide with panic, voice trembling with guilt.

  “I—I’m sorry! I just… we’re in the middle of a fight, so I saw my chance and—bam! I punched you in the face!” she cried, her words tumbling out like a confession.

  That snapped me out of my shock. I clenched my fist and grinned, my voice rising with excitement.

  “Nice one, Fei! That was a textbook headshot! Myrrh’s gotta be out cold after that one!”

  “R-really? Hooray!” Fei beamed, raising her gleaming metallic arms high in the air like she’d just won the intergalactic heavyweight championship.

  “Well done, Fei,” came a calm, feminine voice—too familiar.

  Our cheers were cut short as a sharp mechanical whine sliced through the tension. Myrrh’s Frame Unit stirred. Metal groaned as she slowly rose from the wreckage. Her armored head was crushed on one side, sparks flickering from exposed wires, and only one blue LED eye flickered defiantly in the darkness.

  “But it’ll take more than that to bring me down,” she said, voice distorted yet unwavering.

  “Oh shit,” I breathed, watching in horror as Myrrh suddenly dashed forward like a missile launched from hell.

  “Aaaah!” Fei screamed. But instead of dodging, she just stood there, arms flailing.

  “Hyah!” Myrrh shouted as she launched into the air, foot extended in a precision flying kick straight toward Fei’s chest.

  Fei barely managed to raise her arms in time. The impact rang out like a gong, and sparks flew as Myrrh’s kick collided with Fei’s metal limbs. The force was enough to send her skidding back, armor chipped and sizzling, but she held her ground.

  “Kian! Make yourself useful and give me some weapons—now!” Myrrh barked, her voice echoing with raw intensity.

  “Y-Yes! Yes Ma'am!” Kian stammered, fumbling with his interface before slamming his palm onto the WEEB System. A holographic menu flickered to life. “Laser Sword, Equip—x2!”

  With a surge of light, two cybernetic summoning circles shimmered into existence on either side of Myrrh. From their glowing centers, she reached out and grasped the twin hilts of energy blades. The weapons ignited with a piercing vwoom, bathing her in a sharp violet glow.

  Without hesitation, Myrrh launched herself like a bullet, soaring across the battlefield toward Fei.

  “Eeeek!” Fei yelped, throwing her hands up in a panic. The laser swords came down like twin guillotines—but her hands, still coated in the energy of the Divine Fist, caught the blades mid-swing with a shower of sparks.

  Searing energy screeched through the air as metal met plasma, the clash lighting up the space like a firework show gone wrong.

  “Kuhhh—!” Fei grunted, struggling under the pressure, teeth clenched and eyes wide with panic.

  But the Divine Fist was reaching its limit.

  [Divine Fist: 00:03]

  [Divine Fist: 00:02]

  [Divine Fist: 00:01]

  [Divine Fist Disabled]

  At that moment, the golden-orange glow around Fei’s arms flickered out like dying embers. Her defenses vanished in a blink—and Myrrh’s twin laser swords carved through her metallic limbs like hot knives through butter. With a hiss and a spray of sparks, Fei’s severed arms clattered onto the floor, the glowing blades having sliced straight through to her elbows, leaving behind molten steel and twitching wires.

  “Ah!” Fei cried out, stumbling backward, her eyes wide with disbelief.

  My heart dropped. This was bad—no, catastrophic. With the Divine Fist gone and her arms reduced to scrap, Fei had no way to retaliate. She couldn’t use a beam rifle, a laser sword, not even a defensive shield. She was utterly exposed.

  Myrrh didn’t waste a second. She leapt backward, coiling like a predator preparing the final strike. Then, with a guttural roar, she launched herself forward again—her laser swords arcing in an X-shaped slash, glowing like twin crescents of death.

  “This is your end!” Myrrh howled, voice charged with fury and finality.

  A chill shot down my spine. In that instant, everything slowed. The air felt heavy, like it had turned to liquid. I could see the glint of Myrrh’s damaged LED eye. I could see Fei, motionless, vulnerable, eyes shut tight in fear. Myrrh was aiming for her head—her metallic head. If the blades struck, it would be over. We had lost this fight.

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  Until…

  A sound like a rumbling heartbeat echoed in my ears. And then—

  [Weapon of Mass Destruction Series: UNLOCKED]

  A glowing interface burst to life in front of me, shimmering with raw, unstable power.

  [Level 1 – Particle Cannon]

  [Level 2 – Uranium Blade]

  [Level 3 – Shadow Curtain]

  [Level 4 – Lightning Storm]

  [Level 5 – Particle Accelerator]

  [Level 6 – Proton Slicer]

  [Level 7 – Ion Cannon]

  [Level 8 – Timesphere]

  Time seemed to pause at the sight of it. My breath caught in my throat.

  My WEEB System beeped—a sharp, clear tone that sliced through the chaos. I froze.

  The Weapon of Mass Destruction Series... It activated… by itself?

  That had never happened before—not without Myrrh synced as my WAIFU. And now… she was the enemy.

  “What the—?” I gasped, eyes wide as golden circuits surged up my arm like living fire. They pulsed, dancing with ancient energy. Something deep inside the system had awakened, responding not to command—but to crisis.

  I thrust my hand forward, instinct guiding me faster than thought.

  “Activate: Shadow Curtain!” I shouted.

  A surge of dark energy exploded from my palm, leaping across the battlefield. Fei’s broken Frame Unit shimmered for an instant—then was engulfed in an obsidian-black veil, like a goddess being clothed in shadows. The surface of her body turned sleek, matte, and menacing, her frame now hidden beneath an armor of pure void.

  The moment Myrrh’s laser sword came crashing down, it struck Fei’s head with a blinding flash—and bounced off harmlessly, sparks flying in every direction.

  [Shadow Curtain: Absolute Defense]

  [Shadow Curtain: 00:30]

  [Shadow Curtain: 00:29]

  [Shadow Curtain: 00:28]

  I watched the countdown tick, breath held. But there was more—the broken stumps of Fei’s arms began to shimmer with golden light, threads of nano-alloy weaving themselves together with blinding speed. In seconds, her arms were back—reconstructed, restored, reborn.

  “What the hell?!” Myrrh shrieked, her momentum faltering. She leapt backward with a hiss of jets, landing in a low stance as she glared at the two of us. Her single blue LED eye narrowed in fury.

  “Zaft…” she growled, voice shaking with disbelief. “You’ve… done it, huh!? You backstabbing bitch-ass, two-timing, goon-faced snake!”

  I couldn’t help it. A grin curled onto my face. I met her glare with fire in my eyes.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, smirking. “But we need that perfect score just as bad as you do.”

  “You really are a jerk, you know that!?” Myrrh shouted, her voice cracking with frustration.

  “You can call me anything you want,” I said, laughing with defiance. “But unlike you, I don’t hold back!”

  Myrrh gritted her teeth, her battered Frame Unit sparking as she planted her foot hard on the floor. “You’re also an idiot! You think I don’t know the weakness of the Shadow Curtain!? I just have to wait it out—thirty seconds of hide and seek, and it’s game over, you goon!”

  With that, she bolted—darting across the battlefield with boosters flaring, zigzagging to stay out of Fei’s range. The sound of her footfalls echoed as she danced along the outer edges like a storm waiting to strike again.

  I glanced at the timer.

  [Shadow Curtain: 00:20]

  [Shadow Curtain: 00:19]

  [Shadow Curtain: 00:18]

  Time was draining like blood from an open wound.

  We needed an absolute hit. One shot to end this.

  And I knew exactly which (technically illegal) weapon to use.

  I slammed my hand onto the WMD interface.

  “Activate: Proton Slicer!”

  A shockwave rippled through the arena as a towering, jet-black sword materialized in Fei’s regenerated hands. The weapon hummed with unstable energy, its edge crackling with microscopic magnetic storms.

  The Proton Slicer—a warcrime forged into a blade. It didn’t just cut. It dragged. It controls gravity, like a black hole in the palm of your hand.

  Fei held it steady, the weapon pulsing as it magnetized the battlefield.

  Myrrh’s Frame Unit jerked mid-sprint.

  “Wha—wa-aaah!” she yelped, flailing as the invisible force yanked her off her feet. Her limbs thrashed helplessly as she was drawn toward the massive sword like a starship caught in a black hole.

  “Now, Fei!” I roared.

  Fei stepped forward, eyes glowing, Proton Slicer raised high—and the Shadow Curtain still ticking.

  [Shadow Curtain: 00:06]

  [Shadow Curtain: 00:05]

  “Yaaaah!” Fei roared, her entire Frame Unit bracing for the strike. With every ounce of servo-powered strength, she pivoted hard, the colossal Proton Slicer cleaving through the air in a sideways arc like a guillotine forged from a dying star.

  Myrrh, still mid-air from being pulled in, somehow twisted her body with impossible finesse.

  CLANG!

  At the very last instant, she brought her laser sword up. The blades collided with a flash of brilliant light and sizzling plasma—but the Proton Slicer was no ordinary weapon. It phased through her laser sword, effortlessly devouring its energy, and then—

  SHHRRACK!

  —sliced clean through Myrrh’s left arm.

  Her severed metallic limb spun away in the air, landing with a clank several feet away. Sparks erupted from the stump at her shoulder, wires twitching like angry snakes.

  I gasped. “No way… she parried it!?”

  Even Fei seemed stunned. For a moment, we all were. But Myrrh wasn’t finished.

  [Shadow Curtain: 00:01]

  [Shadow Curtain Deactivated]

  The black shimmer coating Fei’s Frame Unit fizzled and cracked, then vanished like smoke in the wind.

  And Myrrh saw it. The moment that curtain dropped, her single, glowing blue eye locked on her target.

  “Got you,” she whispered.

  With her remaining right arm, she lunged forward and slashed—a clean, brutal stroke right across Fei’s neck.

  KRSSH!

  Fei’s metallic head was severed from her body, tumbling across the arena floor like a loose bolt.

  “Ah! I can’t see!” she cried, her voice still active through the disembodied speaker. Her headless Frame Unit staggered, then dropped to its knees in defeat, smoke trailing from her neck.

  A piercing whistle cut through the silence.

  Professor Chaldeas stood at the edge of the arena, his hand raised high.

  “Versus Battle Finished!” he declared with booming authority.

  “The winners: Myrrh Alicent and Kian Cyprus!”