Xyrin Empire-Chapter 281 - The Loss of a Lollipop

Chapter 281: Chapter 281: The Loss of a Lollipop

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Chapter 281: Chapter 281: The Loss of a Lollipop

The silver-gray sports car that came out of the small woods on the opposite side did not slow down at all and headed straight towards Visca, who stood still in shock.

Suddenly, I remembered the rumors I heard the day before yesterday; recently, a few reckless street racers frequented the road beside this riverbank. Just a few days ago, a couple out for a walk encountered a car accident nearby. Although they were lucky enough to survive, both were now facing the risk of lifelong disabilities…

Could we really be so lucky as to encounter such an entertaining incident just on a walk home?

Street racers… They seemed not so uncommon in today’s cities, but street racing near the city’s canal… Are they not afraid of steering failure and plunging into the water?

“I think the left front of their car will hit.”

As we watched the speeding sports car, none of us showed panic. Sandora even transformed into a Superhuman Prophet and calmly said through a spiritual connection—I couldn’t help it; the car was too fast, and usual communication methods were too slow for this girl’s antics to continue smoothly.

“I think it’s the right side,” my usually stoic sister joined in the excitement, nodding slightly at the back, “Look, that car is clearly closer to Visca on the right side.”

“But its transmission system has already shifted to the left,” Sandora shrugged her shoulders, “I’ve scanned it…”

Qianqian listened silently on the public channel for a while, then suddenly said with a mix of laughter and tears, “You know, at the very least it’s your own sister about to be hit by the car, right? Discussing this doesn’t seem quite appropriate… Besides, I think there’s a greater chance of the car hitting right in the middle. Look, the sports car is so fast, it couldn’t complete the turn in time…”

…This girl was no better…

However, one could foresee that no matter what angle the sports car collided with Visca from, the result would be a tragic crash with fatalities—and it would definitely be one-sided.

Being a Superhuman, one really should have the capital to remain calm.

We couldn’t see the expression of the person inside the racing car. They didn’t slow down, perhaps they hadn’t reacted in time? This would be the normal assumption, but in fact, from the moment the sports car appeared until it hit the little girl, they had plenty of time to slow down or make a sharp turn. Even if it was too late, they had the chance to make such emergency maneuvers, but they didn’t. Their speed didn’t decrease, nor did their direction change much; they just crashed straight on, as if the little girl in front wasn’t within their sight at all. In a flash, I understood their thinking: for an unavoidable accident, it’s better to just crash it out—the chances of successfully escaping would definitely increase a lot since staying at the scene after causing a death would be much more troublesome…

Moreover, isn’t there this saying? It’s a lesser issue to kill than to injure.

A despicable thought, but unfortunately, many people agree with this theory.

But today, the tragedy was destined only for the unlucky driver in the sports car who thought he was making a calm and decisive move.

Visca stared blankly at the oncoming car, seemingly frozen by fear, but in reality, this girl, who processed thoughts using a quantum computing core, couldn’t possibly fail to react. She was just curious about this primitive yet interesting vehicle in front of her.

After all, although there were some similarities in appearance, the gap between our seven hundred billion and a sports car was still quite significant…

As for why she didn’t dodge… I often don’t analyze Visca’s thoughts, just as we all ignore Little Baobao’s daily mumblings. Analyzing those things that simply defy logic is really a torment to one’s own brain cells.

Anyway, she could differentiate what kinds of head-on collisions were threatening, couldn’t she?

Just when the sports car was about to hit her, Visca finally moved: she turned her head, pointed a finger at the sports car in front of her, and opened her mouth as if to say something—then at that moment, the two collided solidly.

“Bang—”

This was the initial impact, followed by the cacophony of metals breaking and twisting, the crisp sound of shattering glass. The sports car smashed right into the middle of Visca, as if it had hit a titanium alloy pillar that was solid and embedded deep into the ground, over ten meters. The car’s front crumpled completely, shattered metal, circuits, and parts exploding out like fireworks, the windows shattered under the pressure of the deformed body around them, scattering all over. In just a few seconds, the sports car, worth at least several million, had turned into a huge pile of non-flammable trash.

Then, from a few cracks that burst open on the car’s body, fresh red blood began to slowly trickle out. But I still saw the person inside the car moving: Even after such a fierce collision, they were still alive?

Should I say the other person was lucky or unlucky?

The sudden hit did not cause Visca to wobble even slightly. Though the small-bodied Xyrin Apostle wasn’t as stable as a giant like Sicaro, she still had an internal coordinate stabilization system powerful enough to ignore such an impact. I even doubted whether a full-speed charging main battle tank hitting Visca would end up being split in half by her.

Only one thing was regrettable, as the sports car was far less sturdy than Visca had estimated. The suddenly burst-open car fragments startled the girl, and thus, the half-eaten lollipop she was holding dropped to the ground. Additionally, a few cuts on her princess dress—this probably counted as the only loss Visca suffered in this car crash, right?

“I guessed right,” Qianqian suddenly exclaimed happily, “Today I want to eat braised pork!”

…This… Just say what you want to eat directly, because there really isn’t any connection between these two things…

Smoke began to rise from the wrecked sports car which, fortunately, showed no signs of exploding. After biting her lollipop to pieces, Pandora quietly walked up, uncompromisingly pulled her suddenly spacing-out sister back, then moved forward and tore off the warped car shell with one hand, pulling out a person along with the seat from the driver’s position.

“Hey, hey,” Sandora poked my arm and said mysteriously, “Pandora secretly scanned Visca’s body just now, that little girl really cares about her sister.”

“Nonsense… we all know…”

Perhaps the car’s airbags and other life-saving gadgets had worked, as this driver, who had collided head-on with an unlimited-tonnage alloy barrier while speeding, was covered in blood but miraculously had his life preserved. When Pandora threw him onto the ground, the man immediately struggled to stand up!

“Extensive abrasions and moderate muscle damage, but no fatal wounds…” With just a glance, Sandora discerned the man’s condition, “Well, find him a car, let Visca get back into position, and let this stupid pig who doesn’t even know how to crash smash into her once more…”

So I decisively cracked a knock on the head of a certain queen.

The infant-survivor looked like a young man in his twenties, wearing a once snazzy, high-end suit, but due to the blood all over his face, we could no longer discern his original appearance. Now under our watchful eye, combined with the unimaginable experience he had just gone through (actually, this was the key point), he seemed extremely terrified. He kept scanning frantically with his nearly breaking gaze between the wrecked sports car and the little girl beside it looking regretfully at a lollipop on the ground. I figured if a psychologist didn’t show up within twenty-four hours, this poor kid’s worldview might be ruined for life.

None of us noticed that Visca had already opened her eyes, yet the man seemed oblivious to those eerie, blood-red cat-like pupils.

“What should we do?” Sandora shrugged her shoulders asking for my opinion, “Should I stew him?”

… You’re really joking too much today you damn girl!!

But what I hadn’t expected was that there was someone even more capable of joking than Sandora. After dismantling the now flaming car into a heap of scrap metal in no time, Pandora quietly walked over and then stood in front of the scare-stiff roadside driver.

Look up, look up…

Under our sympathetic gaze, the unfortunate man slightly looked down at Pandora and was immediately dropped to the ground with a precise knee kick by her, suddenly becoming even shorter than a certain forever one-meter-two short guy.

Haven’t you heard? Seeing Pandora’s bowed head meant immediate execution—an ancient cosmic law.

“My sister’s lollipop fell,” Pandora said from a rare high ground, “You, go buy a lollipop and bring it back, compensate her.”