Chapter 41: A Regressor?

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: A Regressor?

Somewhere far away from the borders of the Valthoros Empire.

Deep within the lawless territory of the Human Federation, situated in the lower-tier slums of District 07, a child around the age of ten was desperately running away for her dear life.

Cutting through the humid, filthy air behind her posture, a series of angry, horse-like shouts violently echoed off the metal walls.

"Stop right there, you little bitch!" the leading man bellowed.

Four heavily built men were actively chasing the little girl down the winding pathways, their hands tightly gripping a variety of brutal street weapons.

"I will kill you, bitch! Stop running!" they howled and screamed behind her, their heavy boots slamming against the concrete.

The little girl ran with every single shred of stamina left in her small frame, her head actively bleeding from a fresh impact wound as droplets of dark blood hit the dirty ground beneath her feet.

Instead of possessing the delicate, well-nourished facial features typical of a normal child, her facial structure was incredibly skinny and hollow.

Bearing the undeniable physical proof of years of severe malnutrition, starvation, and a complete lack of basic nutritional care.

Her breathing patterns were completely disoriented, ragged, and uneven after running for miles without a pause.

Turning a sharp corner, she rapidly slid behind a massive rusted dumpster situated in a dark, dead-end alleyway. She clamped both of her thin, trembling hands tightly over her mouth, forcing her body to remain absolutely still as she shook in a state of pure terror.

After hiding in silence for a tense minute, the grumpy, frustrated voices of the men chasing her echoed directly at the mouth of the alley.

"Where the hell is she? Which way did that little wretch go?" the leading boss growled, scanning the immediate surroundings. His three lackeys rapidly looked in every single direction, desperate to locate the child’s hiding spot.

Failing to spot her, the leader turned around and angrily punched one of his men squarely in the jaw. His voice was completely laced with frustration, fury, and impatience.

"You dump fucker! You couldn’t even keep one little girl locked inside a cell? Do you have any baseline idea how much money we stand to make from selling a hybrid Half-Angel, Half-Fallen Angel race girl? Individuals holding that mixed lineage are so exceptionally rare to find across the cosmos! We could have easily sold her to the high-tier black markets for billions of cosmic stones!"

"I’m sorry, boss!" the lackey apologized frantically, clutching his bleeding jaw as he winced in pain. "But she was freakishly strong! I never expected a starving brat to exert that much raw physical strength with that simple, small, emaciated body of hers."

The boss glared at the lackey with hatred and disdain, raising his voice to a harsh whisper. "What the hell do you expect? She possesses the bloodlines of both a pure Angel and a Fallen Angel! When those specific genetic lineages, the resulting hybrid is fundamentally stronger and more volatile than a real pure Angel or a Fallen Angel!"

He turned his gaze toward the remaining two lackeys, barked out a direct order. "What are you idiots waiting for? Disperse and hunt through every single alleyway in the surrounding sector! I refuse to believe a starving brat could have run that fast. Let’s meet back at this exact location in thirty minutes. GOT IT?"

"Yes, Boss!" the lackeys answered in perfect union, straightening their postures before scattering away into different intersecting alleys.

Hiding behind the dumpster, the little girl trembled violently as their words reached her ears. She shrank deeper into the dark corner, the icy winter wind biting mercilessly into her fragile, undernourished body.

The severe effects of years of chronic malnutrition, coupled with the rapid loss of blood flowing from her severe head injury, finally pushed her body past its structural limit.

Before she could process the danger, her consciousness fractured, and she fell into a deep state of total unconsciousness.

For thirty continuous minutes of real time, she lay slumped against the rusted metal of the dumpster, completely unmoving.

Initially, her mind was plunged into a horrifying, chaotic nightmare detailing the brutal suffering of her early life, but the dream unexpectedly shifted, showing her the silhouette of a mysterious, all-powerful savior who had stepped through the void to rewrite her destiny.

She saw flashes of a long, magnificent journey where she traveled alongside him, accompanied by a group of sisters she had met along the way.

She remembered the burning, childish, possessive waves of jealousy she felt whenever her other sisters tried to get closer to her savior, contrasted against the unconditional, protective love she held for her family.

The timeline spun rapidly until she saw a memory of herself exploring an ancient, unstable cosmic ruin, only to get trapped within a collapsing temporal rift.

With a sudden, violent jolt, the little girl snapped awake from her slumber.

She instantly realized she was being aggressively dragged across the concrete, a massive, calloused hand tightly gripping her long hair. Feeling her sudden movement, the man looking down at her form grinned devilishly.

"Do you honestly think a hidden corner would keep you safe from me? I followed your blood trail straight to this trash pile," the boss sneered, staring down at the confused child.

"You hold far too much market value for me to lose, brat. So be an obedient little pet and stay perfectly still while I’m still feeling merciful."

’Huh...? What on earth is going on? Why am I back in here?’ the little girl questioned herself, her eyes wide as she looked around the alleyway.

The crippling waves of fear, helplessness, and terror she had been experiencing half an hour ago had completely vanished from her system. In its place stood a cold, deeply composed, and highly calculating awareness as she rapidly assessed her situation.

’I remember it clearly. I was trapped deep inside the ancient cosmic ruin, exhausting my power to survive against a localized temporal rift.’

As the boss continued to mock her, a specific chord triggered deep within her memories. She knew this voice. She could never, under any circumstance, forget the exact pitch of this man’s tone.

To clarify her dark suspicion, she shifted her gaze upward to lock her eyes directly onto the man’s face—and everything clicked. She felt it instantly.

A towering, uncontrollable wave of pure, unadulterated killing intent and decades of deep-seated resentment toward this specific man.

This was the exact slave trader who had initially captured her and sold her to a sadistic man that had tortured her for eight consecutive years.

Her physical body began to tremble violently. Not out of a single shred of fear, but from the raw magnitude of her boiling anger and absolute bloodlust. The boss, witnessing her frame shake, simply assumed she was hyperventilating from fear and let out a mocking laugh.

Reaching the designated meeting point a minute later, the boss spotted his three lackeys waiting by the main street, casually conversing. He shouted aloud while dragging the trembling girl forward by her hair.

"Hey, dumbshits! I secured the asset. Where the hell are the cosmic dampening cuffs?"

The lackeys rapidly snapped their heads toward the sound of his voice, their eyes widening with a mixture of immense relief and pure greed the moment they saw their leader dragging the hybrid girl.

One of the men quickly stepped forward, reaching his hand into his spatial storage ring to pull out a pair of heavy, runic dampening cuffs.

The boss grabbed the metal cuffs, bending down to forcefully lock them around the little girl’s wrists. But in the exact millisecond his fingers touched her skin, the boss completely froze.

It wasn’t just his movements that halted. Every single living entity and physical particle situated within a broad one-kilometer radius instantly locked in place. It wasn’t a true, universal time-stop, but a highly advanced form of localized spatial stagnation.

Their physical bodies remained completely frozen in time, yet their conscious minds remained perfectly awake, and their eyes could still move within their sockets. The four men were instantly thrown into a state of total confusion, profound shock, and absolute terror.

They could not understand what kind of power was acting upon their bodies. The boss then watched in horror as his own arm was slowly moved aside. It wasn’t by his own command, but by the small, thin hand of the little girl.

His eyes dilated with pure terror as he processed a horrifying reality. This starving child was the single, solitary entity within his eye limit who could still move.

The three lackeys could do nothing but watch. The girl calmly removed the boss’s hand from her hair, her back initially facing the men.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she turned her body around to face them. The terrified, helpless little girl they had been hunting down a few minutes ago was entirely gone.

Standing in her place was a being whose eyes were completely flooded with an ancient, bone-chilling anger and dark resentment.

Instantly, the fundamental laws of the surrounding space mutated. Her thin, frail form began to morph, encased in a shifting aura of bright golden and pitch-black light.

As the radiant energy settled, the little girl’s physical form underwent a drastic, reality-breaking transformation.

Her messy, blood-matted long hair smoothly straightened out. The entire right side of her mane transformed into a brilliant, shimmering golden color, while the left side shifted into a deep, light-devouring pitch black.

Her right arm, stretching all the way down from her exposed waistline—turned completely radiant, covered in a complex matrix of glowing golden patterns.

Concurrently, her left arm turned entirely dark, carved with an intricate web of white, cosmic patterns.

Fwip!

Two pairs of colossal, feathered wings erupted majestically from her back. The right set of wings burned with a light-golden coloration, laced with pure golden patterns, while the left set of wings held a deep, dark cosmic hue, embedded with a shifting field of distant stars and nebulas.

Her right golden eye and left pitch-black eye locked directly onto the frozen group of slave traders.

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The men’s faces lost every single trace of natural color the moment they witnessed her true transformation. Seeing how she was the source for their body to freeze, combined with the terrifying pressure radiating from her new form, it was blindingly obvious that this child held complete authority over their lives.

The little girl had absolutely no intention of granting these criminals a single extra second to draw breath. With a swift, silent motion of her massive wings, she executed a combined slashs through the frozen air.

Whoosh! Slice!

Over and over, her feathers acted like conceptual blades, cleanly slicing through their bodies. Their physical bodies didn’t fall into pieces just yet, remaining intact by her spatial freeze until she deactivated ability.

Instantly, a network of bright red execution marks manifested across their flesh, before their bodies exploded into a shower of severed pieces.

Blood splashing violently across the alleyway walls, with a few hot droplets landing squarely against her smooth cheek.

Surveying the carnage, the girl slowly let out a breath, her posture relaxing slightly as her mind was bombarded with a non-stop barrage of questions.

’Why on earth am I back here? This specific event occurred exactly fifty years ago,’ she calculated, tracing the blood on her face. ’What am I doing back in District 07? Is this a high-tier mental illusion cast by a verypowerful being? No... that’s completely impossible. I am immune to any and all forms of spiritual illusions. Furthermore, my original cultivation base is completely gone; I no longer hold the strength of the Constellation Realm. Did the backlash of that temporal rift actually caused me to regress back into the past?Back to this exact intersection of time?’

Question after question rolled through her thoughts, her current mental maturity standing miles apart from the helpless persona she held fifty years ago.

Finally, her came to reach a definitive, unshakeable conclusion.

"I have truly regressed fifty years into the past, back when i was only eleven years old," she murmured aloud, her voice carrying a sweet yet chilling melody. "Right now, I hadn’t even met my master at this point in time..."

Recalling a specific memory of her beloved savior, she paused for a brief millisecond. Her face instantly flushed with a deep, radiant crimson color, and her lips slowly widened into a deeply possessive, beautiful smile.

"Furthermore... those other shameless bitches haven’t even met him yet at this point in the timeline, except for two of them," she whispered to herself, her wings trembling with an intense, euphoric excitement.

"You will belong entirely to me in this life, my love. I will be your first for everything this time around. Hihihihi..."

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