Chapter 140: 140
The nineteen crimson-armored seniors floating in the high-altitude air parameters of the Floating Sky Fortress Sector remained completely paralyzed. Their breathing was shallow, ragged, and filled with a suffocating level of pure disbelief. Below them, on the shattered white alloy platform, the lifeless body of their absolute faction leader, Draco, lay completely still, his chest split wide open where his mutated Dragon Core had just been brutally harvested and swallowed whole.
The cold mountain winds howled through the ruined crystal barriers, but to the remaining members of the Roaring Dragon Faction, the entire universe had suddenly fallen into a dead, terrifying silence.
They did not have a single microsecond to process their collective grief or horror. From the bloody floorboards below, a small, translucent blue mass shot upward into the sky like a continuous beam of blue lightning. Ayla did not use any complex flight spells or high-tier magical arrays. She simply relied on the sheer, unbridled kinetic output of her Gale Acceleration trait, backed by the immense, overflowing mana pool of her maximized Peak Gold Crusader rank.
The air parameters violently cracked in her wake, creating a powerful sonic boom that tore through the sea of white clouds below the floating metal islands.
"Scatter! Scatter right now!" one of the senior vanguard captains screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice completely cracking from pure survival panic as he activated his flying boots to their maximum capacity. "She is not a student! She is an active prehistoric predator! Do not let her get within striking distance of your soul containers!"
The nineteen elite seniors frantically scattered in every direction, completely abandoning their tightly organized combat formations. They no longer cared about their proud senior dignity, their faction’s political territory, or the fifty glowing Aerial Matrix Crystals they were supposed to lock down. Their exclusive, all-consuming objective had instantly transitioned into a desperate race to survive.
But to Ayla, their desperate movements looked incredibly slow, clumsy, and thoroughly unchallenging. Her golden-ringed pupils tracked their spatial trajectories with an absolute, deadpan indifference.
"Nexus, their flying speed is very pathetic," Ayla communicated through the mind link, her mental voice carrying a heavy, unmistakable layer of pure boredom. "Even the volcanic birds in the primitive wasteland world were faster than these seniors. Hunting them is not a good exercise at all."
"Well, you just swallowed a mutated Dragon Core as an appetizer, little monster!" Nexus’s voice giggled loudly inside her head, flashing nineteen blinking red targeting matrices across Ayla’s right holographic lens. "Your internal propulsion parameters are currently outputting double the energy of a standard vanguard squad. Why don’t you try out your area control functions? It is much more efficient than chasing them one by one."
Ayla’s round body bobbled once mid-air in a quiet agreement. She soared directly into the center of the floating metal island network, positioning her mass right in the middle of the scattered senior lines.
She focused her Twin Lens of the Weaver and locked her golden pupils onto ten fleeing senior mages simultaneously, completely covering their spatial coordinates within a single millisecond.
"Combination," Ayla commanded flatly inside her mind.
She forcefully injected the absolute pinnacle of her conceptual data packages, jamming the clashing, violent waves of hysterical, screaming joy and deep, suicidal despair directly into their ten unprotected soul containers at the exact same fraction of a second.
The results across the sky sector were immediate, silent, and completely devastating.
The ten elite senior mages didn’t even have time to release their defensive mana shields or utter a gasp of confusion. The extreme, conflicting emotional data packages violently short-circuited their cognitive nervous systems within a fraction of a single microsecond. Their eyes instantly rolled into the backs of their skulls, their bodies falling into violent, uncontrollable muscular seizures mid-flight.
Their flying boots lost their magical power sources, and all ten seniors dropped straight out of the sky like heavy stones, crashing heavily onto the hard white alloy plating of the lower floating islands with a series of loud, echoing thuds. Bright blue pillars of emergency system light shot down from the crystal-clear sky, enveloping their seizing forms and instantly ejecting them back to their residential rooms while resetting their personal score counters back to absolute zero.
"Ten senior participants eliminated," the automated system voice announced over Ayla’s personal interface, its mechanical tone glitching slightly as it processed the ridiculous statistical anomaly.
The remaining nine faction members looked back and witnessed their vanguard mages dropping like dead flies, and their faces turned completely gray. The fragile illusion of their senior superiority was thoroughly mangled into pure, unadulterated terror.
"This is madness!" a heavy spear-warrior roared, tears of pure horror leaking from his yellow eyes as he flew desperately toward the outer boundary lines of the map. "She is short-circuiting everyone’s brains from a kilometer away! The system grid isn’t stopping her! The security parameters are completely broken!"
Ayla did not give them a single moment to breathe. She activated her Gale Acceleration again, her blue fluid mass becoming a devastating high-speed projectile that crossed the remaining distance in less than three seconds.
She materialized directly in front of the fleeing spear-warrior. Before his mind could even register her physical presence, Ayla extended her five pitch-black claws with a sharp, synchronized metallic click.
"Rend of the World-Order," she muttered flatly.
She swung her fluid arm in a simple, lazy downward sweep. The pitch-black claws, shimmering with intricate golden runes, sliced cleanly through his high-grade crimson spear, through his heavy dragon scale armor, and straight through his torso muscle structures. The permanent bleeding effect instantly latched onto his soul container, draining his vitality within a fraction of a second.
Ayla twisted her fluid mass, using her tendrils to rip the silver matrix stone straight out of his armor core, and then she smoothly bounced toward the next target.
Over the next three minutes, the Tier 2 Floating Sky Fortress Sector became a literal, one-sided slaughterhouse where the absolute elite of the second-year bracket were transformed into helpless, crying prey. Ayla moved through the sky parameters like a natural disaster, guided by Nexus’s real-time coordinate updates.
She did not show a single drop of mercy or hesitation. Whenever she reached a senior student, she simply crushed their mental defenses with her heavy, unsuppressed Peak Gold aura farming, and then she used her Combination function to put them into instant fatal seizures before the system light carried their bodies away.
The Iron Shield Faction units who were hiding inside a reinforced metal bunker on the third floating island? Wiped out in forty seconds.
The remaining members of the Roaring Dragon Faction vanguard attempting to hide behind the main reactor core? Deleted within a single minute.
Every single time an older student tried to fight back, use their advanced ancestral lineages, or activate their high-tier magical artifacts, their cognitive nervous systems would instantly collapse under the brutal weight of her conceptual mind control. The entire sector fell into a state of absolute, widespread panic as the veterans realized that a literal prehistoric apex predator was systematically clearing the entire map tier.
By the time the high-altitude sun reached its absolute peak in the sky, the loud explosions of magic spells and the frantic shouts of the senior students had entirely vanished from the Floating Sky Fortress. The vast, metal island sector had fallen into an absolute, eerie silence.
Ayla rolled smoothly onto the highest balcony of the main central fortress tower, looking down at the empty, quiet world. The endless sea of white clouds rippled softly beneath the floating platforms, but there was absolutely no one left to navigate the current.
Every single one of the elite second-year seniors who had entered the Tier 2 sector this morning to protect their faction’s dignity had been forcefully hunted down, mentally short-circuited, and completely eliminated by a single, small blue slime. She had literally emptied an entire advanced map tier by herself in less than ten minutes.
Ayla extended several long, translucent fluid tendrils across the air parameters, casually grabbing the fifty glowing Aerial Matrix Crystals that were floating peacefully between the islands. The moment the fifty golden crystals entered her center, her Apocalypse Gold Metal Core swallowed them down, converting the dense energy matrix data into clean, permanent progression points.
[ Master Database Updated ]
[ Advanced Mission: The Floating Sky Fortress Sector — Tier 2 ]
[ Status: Fifty Aerial Matrix Crystals Gathered — Criteria Completed Ahead of Schedule ]
[ Performance Evaluation: SSS Rank (Absolute Solo Confirmation) ]
[ Total Leaderboard Score: 142,500 Points — Status: Sole Survivor ]
A loud, world-spanning system chime suddenly echoed across the entire sky parameters of the sector. The transparent crystal barriers around the central tower began to break apart into fine purple particles, replaced by a massive, glowing golden portal that manifested directly over Ayla’s round body.
"All sector participants have been successfully eliminated from the parameters," the automated global system announcement boomed across the empty realm, its mechanical frequency carrying a heavy, vibrating glitch as it processed her historic score data. "The Tier 2 advanced evaluation trial has officially concluded ahead of schedule. Calculating final resource rewards now. Initiating emergency spatial recall."
Ayla bobbled her round blue body in complete, deadpan satisfaction. The artificial golden energy from the fifty crystals and Draco’s digested Dragon Core settled perfectly within her center, further anchoring her maximized Peak Gold foundation. She was thoroughly finished with this boring school assignment, and she was more than ready to return to her private room to claim her real rewards.
"Nexus, the academy maps are truly a massive waste of my time," Ayla muttered through the mind link, her multi-layered voice sounding completely relaxed as the spatial mana wrapped around her mass. "The seniors are just as fragile as the beginners. They do not even last a single round of cutting."
"Oh, do not be so grumpy, little monster!" Nexus’s voice giggled hysterically inside her head, her digital parameters flaring with a bright purple light. "You have completely destroyed the entire political hierarchy of the second-year bracket in less than ten minutes. Look at the data logs. The campus forum boards are literally melting down right now because you ate Draco. Let’s go back to your suite so you can open your private cosmic hunting portal!"
Ayla let out a soft, compliant ripple, her golden eyes shining brightly as the spatial teleportation flash completely enveloped her body. The massive golden portal flared violently, carrying the small blue slime back to the academy grounds, leaving the empty, blood-stained platforms of the Floating Sky Fortress behind in absolute silence.
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