I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 299 - 297: New Ability

Chapter 299: Chapter 297: New Ability

Wei Tianyang rushed forward and reached out to touch Yaha.

At that moment, the shaking of the house grew more violent, and then, to his astonishment, it flipped 90 degrees. Wei Tianyang fell towards the corridor, thrusting out the Bone Knife and embedding it into the floor, securing himself in mid-air.

Looking up, the white whale had already moved away from the window, while Yaha had turned into a mass of grey fog. There was a loud bang as the window shattered, and a surge of putrid, hot air burst in. The white whale had turned around, opened its massive mouth, and was swimming towards the black house.

Wei Tianyang’s left foot kicked against the floor, his skin gradually hardening. Then, with a powerful push, he shot upwards like a bullet, piercing through the grey fog, breaking through the window, and plunging into the gaping maw of the white whale.

Wrapped in scorching heat and a bizarre, fishy stench, Wei Tianyang no longer hesitated. The Bone Knife shot out more than ten meters, piercing the side of the white whale’s mouth and exiting the other side.

Flesh tore apart as he violently pulled his right arm, bisecting the white whale in one move. The bloody incision tore through the white whale, and a torrent of crimson blood rushed in, enveloping Wei Tianyang completely.

He was submerged in a sea of blood, struggling, forcing himself toward what he believed was upward. He had no idea how long he swam until his feet suddenly touched the ground, and he stood up with a jolt.

Blood sluiced off his body, and the scene before his eyes shifted once again. Crimson rain fell from the sky, and a giant winged creature circled in the grey heavens.

The thing had four wings, its body resembling a slug, not much different in size from 091.

Wei Tianyang stood in the shallow blood pool, locking eyes with it. At that moment, he looked down at his body on instinct, only to find that he had become 091. The moth had also regained its body, lying on 091’s back, sharing its head and senses with him, allowing him to see.

The four-winged slug flew above Wei Tianyang’s head, circled for a moment, then landed in front of him, its huge body splashing blood, and the ground thundered in response.

Yaha’s voice came into his mind.

"She’s broken, from now on, she’ll follow you."

As the voice faded away, darkness overcame Wei Tianyang’s vision, and when he opened his eyes again, he was back in the attic of the courtyard.

Yaha was tilting her head looking at him, still in a state of mental disarray. Wei Tianyang released her, glanced at his hands, knowing within his heart all that had transpired.

He had absorbed Yaha’s superpower...

But that wasn’t his intention.

Wei Tianyang cradled Yaha in his arms, trying to re-enter the sea of memories, but this time, in Yaha’s sea of memories, there was only Wei Tianyang’s face left.

The three years in Yin Country had become Yaha’s sole memory.

"Yaha..."

He didn’t know if this was the outcome he had wished for, but at least, Yaha was completely freed from the shackles of her past.

She had become a blank slate, her mind now only filled with himself, cognitively equivalent to a three-year-old child.

He had been considering seeking out the Heavenly Falling Objects that had granted Yaha her abilities, to see if her consciousness could be restored. Now, it seemed he had skipped several steps...

Perhaps Yaha had completely lost her superpower, but Wei Tianyang certainly wouldn’t just leave her be.

Now that he had Yaha’s abilities, he should... he should try right away to transfer Yaha’s illness and injuries to someone else...

Wei Tianyang hurried out the door, up to the third floor, and directly pushed open the door of the room there.

Zhao Ling stood with her back to him, naked, applying makeup in front of a mirror. Black lace underwear and a complete set of deep red business attire were draped over a stool beside her. It seemed she was about to go out, planning to change out of her cheongsam into formal wear.

She saw Wei Tianyang enter through the mirror and continued with her makeup, unbothered.

"I need a death row inmate," Wei Tianyang said.

"Death row inmate? What do you need them for?" Zhao Ling asked.

"I have my uses," Wei Tianyang replied.

"Why does it have to be a death row inmate?" Zhao Ling said with a smile.

"There could be disabilities, and there’s also a possibility of death," Wei Tianyang replied.

"Uh-huh~ Male or female? Any age requirements?" Zhao Ling asked again.

"As long as it’s a living person with all limbs intact," Wei Tianyang replied.

Zhao Ling walked to the side, put on her underwear, and then her briefs. She turned to face Wei Tianyang, tilting her head, her long hair falling on her collarbone, half-covering her face, with one leg bent at the knee. Thanks to years of martial training, even standing on one foot she was perfectly steady.

She finished dressing and picked up her phone, dialed a number, and said, "Connect to Central Prison, send a death row inmate over to the Red Hall, one that’s scheduled for execution soon, just grab anyone and bring them over, immediately."

After the phone call, she looked at Wei Tianyang and said, "Alright, do you need me to arrange a secluded place for you?"

Wei Tianyang thought for a moment and replied, "Just do it outside, kill them after the deed, and bury them on the spot."

After all, it didn’t matter how a death row inmate died, death was death.

He heard Zhao Ling’s thoughts. She was trying to guess what Wei Tianyang wanted to do with the inmate—was it to satisfy a sudden urge to kill, experiment with a new ability, or some strange fetish...?

Wei Tianyang didn’t explain. Just as he was about to turn away, Zhao Ling called out to him.

She stepped forward, suddenly kissed him, and held him in her embrace, calling him affectionately a few times.

"Tonight... Can we tonight?" Zhao Ling asked.

"The United Council has a new mission, I have to leave tonight," Wei Tianyang replied.

"Then... how about now?" Zhao Ling persisted.

"We need to cool down," Wei Tianyang shook his head.

"I don’t want to cool down, I’m about to burn up," Zhao Ling said.

"Restraint," Wei Tianyang replied.

He left Zhao Ling and returned to Yaha’s room, just as Helena Mina called.

"Wei. Prussia’s situation can’t be delayed, the defense forces in Gerlitz are already under pressure, and the peacekeeping troops have suffered many casualties," Helena Mina’s voice was tense.

"I’ll set off tonight, I just need to take care of one last thing," Wei Tianyang assured her.

"Alright... If it’s possible, can you teleport directly here?" Helena Mina ventured to ask.

"That’s a very long distance..." Wei Tianyang sighed.

"Uh... I’m not sure how your teleportation works... do you also need to travel?" Helena Mina inquired.

"Something like that, maybe we can take a compromise. Tonight, I’ll fly to the Western Alliance, then teleport from there," Wei Tianyang said.

"Okay then, let’s do that. I will contact President Leona and have her prepare your equipment," Helena Mina said.

After the call, around 6 PM, a black SUV pulled up below the courtyard building, and a prisoner in a jumpsuit with a hood over their head was dragged out of the vehicle.

Wei Tianyang stood on the second floor, looking down, watched as the Inner Guard took off the prisoner’s hood, revealing cascading long hair—it turned out the prisoner was a woman.