Chapter 725: Temporal Sense
"Let's go."
Lun Qin had many things she wanted to say, but in the end, her myriad words condensed into just these two.
"Big Sis... wait for me..."
"Sis... wait for me too..."
She suddenly heard voices from quite a distance behind her.
"Strange, wasn't my brother right behind me?"
It was then that Lun Qin realized that with a single step, she had unknowingly crossed another four or five hundred meters, leaving the two far behind.
"My apologies, I still can't control myself." She took another step, returning to their side as if teleporting. The gale stirred up by her collision with the air almost blew them away.
"..." Hearing this, Lun Heping felt both a sense of relief and a hint of frustration.
"They're so slow..."
Compared to her own speed, Lun Qin felt they were moving slower than a crawling tortoise. Not only that, but even speaking to them had become incredibly difficult, because their speech speed was far too slow compared to her brain's information processing speed.
"It seems you are gradually beginning to understand the world through my eyes."
A wisp of black smoke emerged from behind her and spoke.
"But he will always be my kin!"
"The Temporal Sense gap is too vast."
Lun Qin understood Bai Mo's meaning. Talking to her brother now felt like, during their old conversations, the other person would only utter one word every ten seconds. She simply had no desire to speak more.
If power could still be brought to the same level through precise control, the gap in Temporal Sense was utterly irremediable.
No one enjoyed chatting with someone who could only speak one word every ten seconds and finish a sentence in several minutes.
"I'm going to kill all these Harvesters." Feeling unable to refute, she vented all her indignation upon the monsters.
Finding the two men far too slow, the girl casually hoisted the two hundred-plus-pound men onto her shoulders, then strolled leisurely in the direction of the monsters she sensed.
Lun Heping and Wu Renxing thus experienced the treatment of a "human flesh high-speed rail" traveling at several hundred kilometers per hour.
However, the riding experience on this JK-model train was indeed far from pleasant; if two ordinary people had been riding it, they would have long since been blown to their deaths by the wind.
One punch.
One Harvester.
Two punches.
Two Harvesters.
...
Not a single Harvester was a match for her in one blow.
Converted to the power rating system developed by humanity in the Earth era, she now possessed the power of high Five Tiers, approaching Six Tiers, slaughtering these mere Fourth Tier Harvesters like chickens.
The only problem was how scattered they were.
A full twelve hundred Harvesters were dispersed across the entire world.
Killing them one by one, it would take her many days.
But there was no other way.
She knew no Spirit Arts, only pure fists, brimming with speed and power.
"Nine hundred seventy-five."
Lun Heping and the other man had become her counters.
These past few days, Lun Qin had been leading them across various regions, harvesting Harvesters everywhere she went.
Regrettably, often before she could find these Harvesters, they had already claimed tens of thousands of lives.
Of the more than nine hundred Harvesters, only two had not died by her hand, but were instead killed by local Artifact Holders who piled up human lives to achieve it.
It was midnight once more.
She had never seen this world as clearly as she did now.
Her perception instantly swept across dozens of kilometers around her.
Molecules in the air were revealed in their minutest detail, various rays of light, and even the most subtle heat radiation, none escaped her eyes.
Lun Qin felt herself losing control even further. A massive influx of information continuously poured into her brain, and boundless power seemed to want to cleanse her into another personality.
She instinctively felt this was not a good thing, yet she could find no way to escape the Zero Hour Lost Child.
The remaining population count on this planet felt to Lun Qin like a ticking countdown, an hourglass counting down to the release of a demon.
After taking a deep breath, she made a decision.
Under the moonlight, Lun Qin gently sliced open the fabric over her chest with her finger.
But what followed was not an alluring scene.
She used the index finger that had cut her clothes to slice open the skin of her chest.
If she had used another tool, cutting through that layer of skin might have been as difficult as ascending to heaven, but Lun Qin used her own finger, a finger that could freely draw on steel.
Beneath the skin, there were no muscles or fat in the conventional sense, nor did any fresh blood flow out.
Where her heart should have been, there was no pulsating ball of flesh. Instead, there was a shining, crystalline icosahedron.
Lun Qin actively suppressed her pain, continuing to reach her hand into the incision. She wanted to know what the true form of the Zero Hour Lost Child was.
Yet, to her surprise, her hand grasped at empty air.
Although she could clearly see this object continuously outputting power, maintaining her body's existence, her hand passed through it as if it were a flower in a mirror or the moon in the water—she couldn't touch anything at all.
"A person without a heart, it turns out, won't die."
"How much biological similarity do you think you still share with the species 'human'?"
"Am I just an empty shell cloaked in human skin?"
The black smoke behind her no longer answered.
...
Continuously performing the same effortless task was, in fact, incredibly tedious.
In thirty days, she had killed over a thousand Harvesters.
The vast majority of that time was spent traveling, with the average duration of each battle not exceeding one minute.
Lun Heping and Wu Renxing were left in a safe place by her.
Because bringing them along was simply too restrictive.
...
Day thirty-one.
"What are you?" While clearing the one thousand one hundred and eleventh human settlement, Lun Qin encountered Dun Que.
At this moment, he was disheveled and covered in dust, mixed in with the fleeing crowds.
But Lun Qin immediately saw that something was amiss with him.
Because in her eyes, he was not human, but a twisted monster.
"Esteemed heroine, I... I'm just an ordinary person!" Dun Que said with a panicked expression.
Half of his expression was feigned, and half was genuine fear.
Because at this moment, his strength was only slightly better than that of an ordinary person.
Events had unfolded far beyond Dun Que's expectations.
After he participated in the mutiny that day, his status had indeed risen significantly. But before he could enjoy it for a few days, Harvesters descended outside their encampment.
Accompanied by a vast number of zombies and Observers serving as cannon fodder, the colossal Harvesters easily broke through the Imperial Guard's defenses, slaughtering the remnants fleeing the imperial capital until rivers of blood flowed.
Although the monsters wouldn't consider Dun Que an enemy, they showed no mercy to his subordinates. In the ensuing chaos, even the Emperor himself died beneath their scythes.
The mutiny, the power struggle—all became a joke.
Almost everyone was dead.
It was from this moment that a doubt arose in his heart:
Facing such monsters, even if he did nothing, humanity would perish, wouldn't it?
Even he, a former Reincarnator, knew very well that his entire team, even if they went all out, might not be able to kill a single Harvester.
Until he saw Lun Qin.
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