473: Chapter 10 Coincidence (Part 2)_2 473: Chapter 10 Coincidence (Part 2)_2 What an unfortunate day.
What on earth did he do wrong…
The battle with the mysterious girl had completely cleared his muddled head.
Or rather, after such a commotion, he couldn’t return to that odd state anymore.
Before going home, Gongsun Ce deliberately took a detour to the place where he had first encountered her.
30 minutes prior, it resembled a gruesome slaughterhouse.
Yet, when he returned, not a trace of blood or flesh could be seen at the end of the alley.
Even the walls and ground, which had been damaged by the girl’s abilities, had returned to their usual appearance.
This must have been the result of an official cleanup.
The fact that official personnel hadn’t contacted him even after thirty minutes indicated that this was an incident “unrelated to him.”
There was no need to be nosy then.
This incident was unrelated to him.
If his brother had seen this, he would surely have urged him to start an investigation.
However, things were different now.
His brother was weary, and so was he.
He couldn’t let his curiosity drag his brother into trouble.
“…It’s none of my business.”
Gongsun Ce turned around and headed toward his place.
His slightly improved mood had once again dipped.
He thought to himself, he should see a doctor tomorrow, get some medicine…
Adjust his condition…
Catch up with Kardesia…
Anything would do…
Stay away from danger, from misfortune.
He wasn’t a meddlesome hero.
The Gongsun Ce of now was nothing more than an unqualified clown, who had even discarded his original appearance.
The location where he encountered the strange girl wasn’t far from his residence.
Not seeing any lights on his walk was proof that he had entered a blackout area.
The blackout had happened in the afternoon, and now it was deep into the night; what kind of damage had occurred for the power not to be restored for half a day?
As he contemplated this, one by one, the streetlights on the side of the road lit up.
“At least there’s air conditioning now.”
He would have to do laundry when he got back.
His recently changed clothes were soaked with blood; people in the neighborhood would think he had been fighting again.
Not wrong.
A one-sided beating wasn’t much different from a fight.
Thankfully he had white substance for protection, else he feared he might have been seriously injured.
Thinking thus, a strong sense of self-disgust surged once again in the young man’s heart.
Alandia had entrusted her power to him in good faith, yet what was he using the white substance for?
As a shield to block the stranger girl’s attacks.
He didn’t even want to imagine how the Knight lady would judge him, merely sighing deeply and whispering in his mind, how good it would be if he could return this power to her.
It was really not a power he should have had.
But he couldn’t return it, nor was he able to.
“Don’t think anymore.
Go home.
The mission’s over,” Gongsun Ce muttered mechanically, “Do laundry.
Take a bath.
Sleep.
Then get up the next day.
Everything will get better.”
He habitually slipped his hand into his pocket, feeling something with the consistency of slime.
Gongsun Ce shook out his trouser pocket, dislodging the viscous liquid that may have once been concrete or brick.
There was a clinking sound of metal colliding.
“?”
Gongsun Ce picked up a small object.
It was a metal earring, a long arc connected to a smaller curve on the side, looking like a miniature crescent at a glance.
It seemed to have been struck by something, twisted considerably out of shape.
“What’s this?
Something that girl dropped?
Or from a passerby or a victim?”
Gongsun Ce carelessly stuffed the object back into his pocket.
It didn’t matter—it was irrelevant to him.
He only kept it because there were no trash cans nearby.
“…Thinking about environmental protection at a time like this, I must be crazy.”
The gray-haired youth taunted himself as he walked into the apartment building.
“…”
Was it due to extreme stress that he had a hallucination?
The elevator’s door seemed like a cement wall, with the walls dripping wetly downward, the floor as slippery as ice.
His warm and ordinary apartment building had, in just half a day, become like a den of demons.
“Not this…”
A bad premonition arose in Gongsun Ce’s heart.
Today, recently, he had definitely seen similar phenomena somewhere.
The gray-haired youth swallowed and repeated in his mind, “It’s an illusion,” “I’m overthinking,” “It’s unrelated to me.” He flew directly to the seventh floor, tumbling into the corridor.
He’d just forget all about this after a good night’s sleep—!
This self-hypnosis shattered the instant he tumbled into the corridor.
As expected, his home’s entrance was also a complete mess.
On the left-hand side, a black-haired girl who looked somewhat familiar was standing at the door of Room 706, holding a key that resembled a jelly-like material in her hand.
The girl, who was aware of the air currents, turned around just at that moment, her surprise quickly turning into embarrassment and anger.
“You—!”
“Just to be clear, I did not intentionally follow you, nor am I some masochistic pervert who likes to be hit.”
Gongsun Ce pointed to his own front door, the room 707 which was only separated by a wall.
“This, is, my, home.”
While he spoke, Gongsun Ce, who was prepared, moved quickly using telekinesis.
As expected, the girl began her attack the moment she saw him, slashing towards where he had just been with a hand-chop, her excessively fast attack dragging out afterimages and tearing through the air with explosive roars.
With a ripping sound, Gongsun Ce’s collar was torn open.
…How frightening.
What was the principle here?
Making blades from highly compressed air, relying solely on physical strength?
The body of an average person would break from moving at such speed; isn’t this girl some sort of artificial human created in a laboratory?