CHAPTER 535: CHAPTER 331: OSAKA BATTLEFIELD, THE GOTHIC GIRL’S ONE-WOMAN SHOW

"What’s happening..."

Camellia fluttered her wings, stopping in mid-air. She turned back to look at the scene, dumbfounded.

The direction Esther was thrown by the giant rabbit toy was directly where Camellia was trying to escape.

Under the puppet state, Esther’s every action was calculated with utmost precision and efficiency, as if God Himself was controlling this puppet, foreseeing all the changes in the world, seeing everything clearly.

In an instant, she stepped onto a high work platform, her figure rushing toward Camellia like a fierce wind.

Camellia vibrated her large wings violently, wanting to flee, but at that moment, she suddenly saw several shining silk threads falling from the sky, descending behind her.

Stunned for a moment, she turned around to see the ends of those threads tied to human-shaped dolls falling from the sky.

They awakened successively.

It was a group of dancers wearing skirts of various colors, their mouths sewn with silk threads, their lips curled into a sweet smile. Under the guidance of the threads, the dancers’ bodies suddenly tensed, their heads stood up.

The dancers stepped onto the high-rise work platforms, some gracefully performing a swan dance, others performing an elegant tango, leaping into the air, rushing toward Camellia, their figures quick like flickering colorful lights.

Then, they used those invisible silk threads to bind Camellia’s body.

Tough silk threads wrapped around every corner of Camellia’s body, leaving her no escape, just like a mouse trapped in a mouse trap, her face full of fear.

"Is the game over?" she murmured, lifting her ocean-blue eyes, the corners of her mouth still upturned.

Esther shot forward, simultaneously raising her right hand, her black-painted fingernail on her forefinger suddenly tracing in the void, a sharp thread extending from her fingertip.

The unbreakable thread extended straight in mid-air, taut, as sharp as a blade.

In the next instant, Esther already flew past Camellia, the thread she held also passing across Camellia’s neck.

All this happened silently, quietly like a mime. Two or three seconds after Esther landed, the world regained its sound.

When Camellia came back to herself, her head was already separated from her body, flying high into the sky. Then it was swept into the explosive air currents ahead, in an instant being burned into a fluttering piece of embers.

"Bee Prince Three, Camellia... eliminated."

Esther descended from mid-air, her fluttering gray skirt trailing on the ground. Walking forward, she murmured emotionlessly like a puppet.

The dolls she called forth descended from the sky, dispersing toward Osaka City to help the survivors trapped in the sea of flames escape.

A short while later, the threads linked to every corner of Esther’s body snapped with a "snap".

Immediately, her once radiant and hollow eyes suddenly brightened, her crimson pupils no longer empty, like a puppet that gained its own soul.

The gothic skirted girl stood in place, dazed for a while, her mind slowly recalling the series of events after entering the "puppet state".

She nodded slightly, taking a deep breath, her face turned solemn.

"That was my Alice’s favorite little rabbit toy." she murmured.

In the next second, the girl’s eyes suddenly turned black, clenching her small fists, an uncomfortable expression appeared on her face, her eyes turned red, "Grandma doesn’t love me anymore... You tossed my toy to those bees, that was clearly my favorite toy."

"It wasn’t grandma who did it, it was those bees’ fault, I’ll buy you another one then." Esther said, hugging herself.

"But that toy accompanied me for so long..." Alice muttered.

Passersby were screaming and running in panic, the dancer dolls were also busy with rescue operations, only the gothic skirted girl stood alone in the middle of the street, hanging her head, talking to herself.

It was like a one-man show.

Her eyes sometimes turned red, sometimes black, red with a distant face, domineering tone, a bit at a loss, black with pitiful eyes, soft tone, gentle and delicate voice.

"Don’t cry... Listen to grandma, I’ll have that guy with glasses buy you an identical one."

Esther said listlessly, reclaiming control of her body from the other personality, wiping away the tears that just flowed from the corner of her eye, then stomped hard on the ground.

She started walking forward while pulling out a phone from the pocket of her gothic skirt.

Soon, she dialed Ke Qingzheng’s number.

"Resolved?" Ke Qingzheng’s indifferent voice came from the phone.

"What else." Esther said coldly, "My granddaughter is angry, you go to the mall and buy her a rabbit toy."

Ke Qingzheng said, "Can’t you buy it yourself? While you’re still awake, I want to help on the deserted island side."

"Where do they need you on the deserted island? Little thing, who do you think you’re underestimating? If those ten fools can’t even handle three bees, they don’t deserve to be called ’Rainbow Wings’." Esther said, changing the subject, "Your priority is to get my cute little Alice a toy, then come pick me up, I’m sleepy."

"You’re right, they probably don’t need my help." Ke Qingzheng said, "I’m coming over then, wait for me there."

Esther frowned and hung up the phone.

Then she pulled out a black crucifix from her pocket.

She casually tossed the crucifix to the ground, it spun in mid-air, suddenly transforming into a black coffin, landing with a "thud" and creating a dent in the ground.

Behind the girl, a raging fire still burned, turning several hundred meters of city into a human purgatory. In the fire, people wailed and cried, yet she, driven by drowsiness, let her eyelids droop.

Esther raised her hand, gently yawned, crouched down, sat into the black coffin, and then slowly lay back. She put her hands on her chest and gradually closed her eyes.

"Goodnight, Alice. Sleep will make everything better." she said.

"Goodnight, grandma." she added.

The girl’s lips moved slightly, whispering in different tones. The coffin door closed on its own.

The black coffin lay quietly in the raging flame, welcoming a pleasant and quiet night.