Chapter 20: The Chasm

“Let’s call it a day, Fran. Get in touch with the cleaners; the entire block needs to be swept.”

“No damage from smashing, but it was burned… Hey, how could it have been me?!”

“Leave the tally to someone else—Bianyin or Jingdu will do. Xingyu and I have other matters to attend to this afternoon.”

After hanging up, Hill narrowed her eyes slightly. The crisp morning breeze, tinged with the fresh scent of blood and gunpowder, gently brushed against their cheeks.

Though they had just survived a harrowing explosion, Hill’s deep coffee-colored trench coat remained pristine, as if fire and dust could leave no trace upon it.

She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a slender, silver-gray object. Hill toyed with it for a moment, then casually snapped one end open with a crisp “pop”—a sound that was oddly pleasing despite its incongruity.

Xingyu caught a glimpse of the item in Hill’s hand and froze.

“Wait, what is that?!”

“You mean this?” Hill waved the object with the same casual tone one might use when discussing the weather. “Quinna gave it to me—a rare find, they say. The taste’s strange, but the kick’s pretty strong.”

“A central nervous system stimulant…” Xingyu asked incredulously. “Where did you get that?”

[Name: Central Nervous System Stimulant Nebulizer Inhaler]

[Production Number: CNA2390PA8823J21KBV29108]

She had seen Hill using this yesterday as well!

But back then, she was trapped inside the Mist Sea space, without any ability to access [Information Retrieval].

After returning to reality, Hill immediately snuffed it out, so she hadn’t had the chance to see the details.

Yet Hill looked baffled: “What’s that? Never heard of it. Want one?”

“…I just think something like this shouldn’t exist here,” Xingyu said hesitantly.

Hill casually pulled out another and handed it over. “Here, take it if you’re interested. But there aren’t many of these—I can’t get more.”

Xingyu accepted the silver-gray “cigarette.”

Her hand was still damp with fresh blood, sticky and wet.

Yet the nebulizer inhaler remained spotless, reflecting a cold metallic gleam under the sunlight.

By her understanding, the technology throughout the wasteland was primitive; even the agent terminals were considered advanced.

But this device was clearly beyond the technological level currently evident in this world.

This unexpected discovery strangely eased some of the turmoil within her.

Her heartbeat gradually steadied. Taking a deep breath, Xingyu pocketed the device.

In her mind, the face of the dying Red Flame member lingered relentlessly.

At the last moment of life, his eyes were wide with disbelief and boundless hatred. He stared at Xingyu with all his remaining strength, as if to imprint that hatred forever onto her soul.

When the dagger pierced his throat, the sensation was vivid and real. The moment the blade sank into flesh, time seemed to freeze.

Warm blood trickled down the hilt, soaking her fingers—sticky and foul-smelling.

Without hesitation, she gripped the hilt tighter and twisted once.

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