Chapter 302: Drill Through

【Now, carefully perceive the thing you are fighting. Don't be afraid of it; try to control it.】

The voice guides, like teaching a child to untie the first knot.

Ying is bewildered, but on the brink of disaster, any guidance becomes a lifeline.

She forces her nearly scattered mind to contract, further condensing the faint violet light power, and cautiously probes toward the writhing presence inside Shi Chen's body.

(It... wants to emerge... wants to drill through... wants to find... more life... a warm place...)

A nauseating sensory feedback returns.

【Very good.】

The voice in his mind seems satisfied, 【Now, guide it. Not to stop it from emerging, but... give it a better direction. Downward.】

Downward?

Ying froze.

【Yes, down. Imagine a... channel with less resistance, closer to the surface. Guide that breaking impulse toward there.】

The voice patiently sounds like a tutor teaching a complex craft class, 【You can do it, focus your mind, use your power to gently push it, just like redirecting a stream.】

Although Ying has no idea why she should do this, the absolute calm and confidence in the voice infects her.

She again gathers the increasingly weak violet light, no longer resisting the upward thrust, but like a gentle yet firm hand pressed to its side, carefully steering that breaking intention, bit by bit, toward some spot beneath her father's body...

Guide it onward.

Meanwhile, the voice gives the next command, this time directing her bodily movements:

【Now, slowly lay your father down, let him... hmm, lie prone. Yes, face down may not look elegant, side‑lying is fine too; the point is... align that exit direction toward the uninvited guests.】

Ying's brain almost ceases independent thought at this moment, merely mechanically following the crystal‑clear command in her mind.

She continues guiding the worm inside while using her uninjured arm, cooperating with Lin, who is completely out of the loop, only seeing her gaze suddenly become unusually steadfast and a bit bewildered; together, the two carefully lower the half‑conscious Shi Chen from his seated position against the wall, turning him onto his side on the carpet.

This posture... is a bit delicate.

Shi Chen's face tilts to one side, unconscious, and his hips... happen to face Yan Feng Qili, who, a few steps away, is surrounded by Assassins and watching quietly.

A faint hint of doubt finally flickers across Yan Feng Qili's hollow eyes.

He doesn't quite understand the significance of the two little girls adjusting their father's posture at the last moment.

Is it to let the dead lie more peacefully?

Useless tenderness.

【Alright, now.】

The voice in his mind remains steady, 【Count down three, remove all your suppressing power, give the final 'push' with full force. Then, cover your ears.】

Ying's heart races wildly.

Remove suppression? Then the worm would immediately...

【Three.】

(I... )

【Two.】

(Believe... trust this voice!)

【One. Push!】

Ying snaps her eyes shut, the faint glow in her violet‑black pupils instantly extinguishes!

At the same time, she channels all the power she can muster, forcefully pushing toward the 'breakout point' she has already guided into a specific direction, ready to erupt.

Ugh... Ho!!! Ah~

Shi Chen's body on the ground suddenly arches, emitting a hoarse sound of extreme pain mixed with release!

Pfft—!!!

A sound, not loud and a bit muffled, accompanied by wet vapor and a strange hiss of gas release, comes from beneath Shi Chen's body.

Immediately after, a faint rustle of fabric tearing.

A semi‑transparent worm‑shaped creature, its body drenched in viscous dark‑red blood and suspicious yellow‑white substance, slides out rather than jets, emerging from the tear in Shi Chen's pants at his hips!

It traces a brief arc in the air; due to its launch angle and initial force, its speed is modest, but its direction is quite precise—

Pat.

It lands precisely on the chest of the nearest Assassin, who had just been ordered forward to scout and now bends slightly, maintaining a defensive posture.

The worm seems a bit stunned by the sudden 'landing', writhes twice, then instinctively senses the abundant energy and vitality within the body beneath it.

It hesitates barely, its head swiftly thrusts out a sharp proboscis, with a pfft sound, burrowing into the location of the Assassin Clone's spirit core, its whole body writhing rapidly as it disappears!

The Assassin Clone instantly goes rigid in place, its white skull Mask reveals no expression, but the whole body begins to tremble unnaturally violently, and the dagger in its hand clangs to the ground.

The scene falls into a dead silence.

Lin gapes, looking at his father's torn pants, unconscious and unresponsive yet his chest no longer rising, his breathing oddly smoother, then glances at the frozen Assassin, utterly unable to grasp what just happened.

Ying collapses to the ground as if exhausted, shoulder wound throbbing, power spent, her small face pale, yet she stares blankly at her 'result'.

Yan Feng Qili's hollow eyes, rarely, show a clear pause and... bewilderment.

He slowly raises an eyebrow.

This development... completely exceeds any script he had for death, betrayal, Despair.

Even the other Assassin Clones nearby, their lifeless white Masks, seem to collectively 'gaze' at the companion pierced by the worm, their motions freezing instantly.

And Yuanban Shichen, who had just regained a sliver of consciousness from the internal upheaval and an indescribable sense of release, in a daze seems to hear a strange muffled thud, then feels a sharp, cooling pain and relief in an unmentionable spot, followed by the daughters' and enemies' eerie silence.

He struggles to lift his eyelids to see what happened, but only manages a weak groan before slipping back into semi‑consciousness.

Perhaps, not knowing the details for now, is healthier for his body and mind.

Xianzhou Luofu, Heimu has just concluded a discourse on the possible topological mapping relationship between fate power and local mystic foundations, pausing appropriately, looking toward Walther as if awaiting his feedback.

Walther ponders and nods, "A very unique perspective, Black Tower Lady."

Xing Ze took the opportunity to point at a roadside stall selling "Qiongshi Bird Skewer", his eyes lit up: "Yang Shu! Black Tower! That one looks delicious!"

Heimu glanced in the direction Xing Ze pointed, gave a slight nod, and thus agreed to rest a moment.

Just at the Shana of turning, her mouth corner lifted in a faint curve.

(Guiding the bugs out from that kind of place, and delivering them precisely… hmm, I still have a nasty sense of humor.)

She thought, feeling quite good.

So, Gundam, activate!