Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 143 - 141 - Soul Monster

Zosia's breath hitched the moment she appeared in her system space.

Alarm bells echoed in her mind, a warning so loud and urgent that it was impossible to ignore.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as her sharp eyes scanned the room.

Nothing seemed out of place, but her instincts screamed otherwise—a deep, primal unease that made the hairs on the back of her neck rise.

Her instincts had never failed her.

Suppressing the chill that snaked down her spine, Zosia tapped on the screen to claim her rewards.

The faint glow of the interface was the only source of light in the room, but even it couldn't soothe her growing anxiety.

Her hand hesitated, hovering above the screen.

Her eyes twitched involuntarily, and every nerve in her body demanded she leave this place.

Biting her lower lip, she forced herself to press the button, collecting the rewards without even checking what they were.

It was unlike her, but her unease had become unbearable. Something was wrong—terribly wrong.

The Soul World was vast, complex, and full of dangers.

Its sub-soul worlds, each with their own characteristics and inhabitants, were in a constant state of unrest.

During rare periods when barriers weakened, sub-soul worlds would clash, leading to chaos and instability.

System spaces like Zosia's, positioned at the very edges of the Soul World, were the most vulnerable.

Even though, there were towers that protected the soul world, the system spaces at the periphery also acted as the first line of defense, often becoming the target of invading forces or wandering threats.

And among these threats were soul monsters.

These grotesque entities emerged from the deeper, darker recesses of the Soul World, preying on the weakened edges.

They were unpredictable and deadly, their arrival heralding destruction.

Zosia's instincts screamed louder. She didn't have the luxury of hesitation. Without resting, she tapped on the next mission.

The screen flickered briefly before displaying her new objective. Wasting no time, she pressed "Accept."

The moment she did, her body was enveloped in light, vanishing from the space just as the air behind her twisted violently.

A soul monster erupted into her system space.

The creature was monstrous, a manifestation of pure malice.

Its form was unstable, shifting and warping as though reality itself rejected its existence. Black, ichor-like tendrils slithered across the floor, leaving trails of decay in their wake.

The ground beneath it withered, and the vibrant energy of the space recoiled as though trying to flee.

Its eyes—hundreds of them—glowed with a sickly yellow light, darting around the room as it searched for prey.

The air grew heavy, suffused with an oppressive darkness that made the once-serene system space feel tainted and malevolent.

The creature emitted a low, guttural growl that echoed through the room, a sound that could freeze even the bravest heart.

The soul monster had been drawn to Zosia's space by a disturbance in the Soul World, or so one might think.

The weakening of the barriers had allowed it to breach her defenses, targeting her system space at the periphery.

It was a predator, and it sensed the faint remnants of her presence.

Frustration emanated from its writhing form as it prowled the empty space, searching for what had narrowly escaped its grasp.

With a deafening roar, the soul monster's frustration turned to rage.

It lashed out, its tendrils striking the walls of the space and leaving behind scars of void-like nothingness.

This creature, a product of the Soul World's most sinister depths, sought to consume all in its path.

Since, its prey wasn't here, it decided to go after other shrimps.

But then, a blinding light cut through the darkness.

The light was sharp, searing, and it struck the monster with unrelenting force.

The creature howled in agony, its numerous eyes flashing with hatred and fear.

It recoiled, trying to retreat, but a sudden space warp blocked its escape.

A figure emerged from the light—Lucian. His eyes emotionless as he wielded his power, striking at the creature without hesitation.

"Halt!" The creature shouted, but Lucian had no intention of stopping.

"Wait, I have an information to share with you." The creature pleaded, fearing that Lucian would strike at it once more, it's body trembling with fear.

It's numerous eyes flashed. A scheming glint appearing in its depth while there was a flicker of hope and fear.

"I don't care about your information." Lucian said closing, swinging his sword once more.

Since he had tested the strength of the creature, it was time to kill it.

Lucian eyes flashed coldly as he swung his sword in a horizontal slash.

"It's Lady Elara Von Kyrath that sent me. If you deal with me, she definitely wouldn't let you go." The creature threatened. Unfortunately, that didn't phase Lucian who struck down on the creature.

As for Lady Elara Von Kyrath, he had a way to deal with her.

With one final, devastating blow, the soul monster let out a bloodcurdling scream before disintegrating into nothingness.

Lucian stood amidst the emptiness of what remained.

Zosia's system space, once vibrant and full of life, was now hollow. The walls were scarred, the air still heavy with the residue of the monster's presence.

He sighed, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the devastation.

"What a mess." He muttered, the deep pools of his eyes calm and undisturbed, his thoughts and emotions unreadable.

When Zosia returned, she would find her system space gone, reduced to a chilling reminder of the Soul World's dangers.

The ever-present threats that lurked beyond the fragile barriers were now no longer abstract to her—they were a terrifying reality she would have to face.

Just as the last traces of the monster's presence faded, the space trembled.

A ripple spread outward, distorting the air like heat waves on a scorching day. Then, in the blink of an eye, five figures materialized.

Each of them was clad in gleaming silver uniforms, the metallic fabric reflecting the eerie glow of the broken system space. Their presence was imposing, their postures rigid and disciplined.

These were not ordinary people—they were enforcers of order in the Soul World.

Lucian barely spared them a glance. His deep, unreadable gaze lingered on the shattered remains of the space before he turned away.

"The monster has been dealt with. The rest is up to you." he said in a voice as cold and detached as ever.

Before any of them could respond, his figure blurred, then vanished, swallowed by the void.

The leader of the newly arrived team, a tall man with sharp features and an air of authority, exhaled heavily. His silver eyes remained fixed on the empty spot where Lucian had stood just moments ago. His mind whirled with thoughts.

"The Soul World will become more turbulent." he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His brows knitted together, concern flashing in his eyes before he schooled his expression back into neutrality.

A younger man among them, his face angular and still carrying the sharpness of youth, scanned the space warily. His dark eyes flickered with unease as he took in the lingering energy of the battle. He frowned.

"Captain," he said, his voice laced with worry. "How did this monster manage to bypass the tower guards?" His fingers curled into fists at his sides, tension evident in his posture.

"It was a Level 5 monster," he continued, his frown deepening. "Any of us here could have handled it, though it would have taken some effort. But the real question is—how did it get in?" His voice wavered slightly, betraying the fear creeping up his spine.

The Captain glanced at him, his silver eyes cool and unreadable.

But before he could answer, another member of the team—a man older than the rest, his hair streaked with silver despite his youthful face—spoke up.

"You're new, so you wouldn't know," the older man said, stepping further into the ruined space. His voice carried a knowing edge, tinged with bitterness. "Some big shots use methods like this to get rid of people they see as nuisances."

The square-faced man who had first questioned the Captain went pale. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, the color draining from his face. His eyes darted around the space, as if seeing it in a new light.

"So... this wasn't just an accident?" he asked, his voice quieter now filled with dread.

The older man scoffed. "Accidents rarely happen in the Soul World, rookie. Everything here has a purpose. Someone wanted the owner of this space gone." He kicked at a broken fragment of the ground, watching as it crumbled to dust beneath his boot.

The young man shivered, suddenly feeling the weight of the Soul World's hidden politics pressing down on him.

He had heard rumors before, but seeing it firsthand was different.

"Is the owner of this space… still alive?" he asked hesitantly, his voice almost hopeful.

A woman, the only female among them, was crouched near a cluster of residual energy, her hands glowing faintly as she analyzed the remnants of the battle.

She didn't look up as she answered, her tone calm but firm.

"They should be. The system space is still intact, which means the owner is alive—somewhere." She rose to her feet, brushing her hands together as if dusting off invisible residue. "But for how long? That depends on who they've crossed."

The atmosphere grew heavier at her words. The group stood in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

While they processed the implications, another member began erasing the traces left behind by the monster, his hands glowing with purification energy. Wisps of dark mist curled and dissolved beneath his touch.

The Captain watched for a moment before stepping back.

"Now, the only thing left to do is assign the owner to a new system space," he said, his voice steady but it further served to remind them that without power, they would forever be treated as ants, not worth mentioning.

There was no point in keeping the ruins of this place. The Soul World did not tolerate remnants of failure.

A soft chime broke the silence.

The Captain pulled out a sleek, metallic device and glanced at the screen. A single message blinked at him. It was a message sent to him by his direct superior.

Imagining the superior's voice, he read the message.

"Destroy the place and get back."

Those simple words, a simple command, yet it somehow chilled his heart which had gone through so many muddy waters.

His jaw tightened slightly. It was as he had suspected. This wasn't just about clearing a corrupted space—it was a direct order from above.

Someone powerful wanted this place erased, along with any lingering traces of its existence.

But why? Who had the owner angered?

The Captain didn't have those answers. And besides, it wasn't his place to ask.

He exhaled slowly, shoving the questions aside. "Since we're done here, let's move out," he said firmly.

With a final nod to his team, he turned away as the last remnants of the system space collapsed into nothingness, its anchor point dissolving into the void.

A portal shimmered into existence behind them, swirling with silver light.

One by one, they stepped through, their figures vanishing into the unknown.

And then, silence.

The space that once existed was now gone, leaving behind only emptiness.

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