When a certain prince sent his daughter to recall the Shadow Spider, Bai Ya faced the greatest crisis of her life.
The message had been sent out, but whether she would live to see the end was a suspenseful question—though the likely outcome was her being killed by the ghostly little loli.
At the very moment the Shadow Spider launched her attack, commanding eight black armored limbs to strike, Bai Ya’s first reaction was to flee, her second was realizing she couldn’t escape, and her third was, “Then I’ll fight you to the death!”
Thanks to her experience with rhythm games, Bai Ya’s dynamic vision was slightly better than average. When fully focused, she could barely catch the attack trajectories of the black armored limbs, whose clawing movements sent shivers down her spine.
She could see clearly, but her reactions couldn’t keep up. Her body was simply too weak. Had she retained her original otaku physique, she might have at least had some chance of dodging this assault.
“Damn it!!”
Bai Ya made an uncharacteristic move—she charged straight at the black armored limbs. It was pure suicide.
But in her mind, she wasn’t seeking death. She saw this as her only way out.
She rated the Shadow Spider’s combat power at 10,000, factoring in those eight black armored limbs that cut down people like vegetables and that bizarre method of dismemberment.
Without those limbs, the Shadow Spider’s combat power would be reevaluated to 2. Apparently, the ghostly little loli’s real body was fragile—after all, she was a loli, delicate and easily toppled!
Bai Ya planned to beat the Shadow Spider senseless. She thought no further—since escape was impossible, she’d face it head-on. This was the fierce determination born from desperation.
A slave girl, so impressive? Bai Ya seethed with resentment toward the Shadow Spider.
“I’m a hothead. If things don’t go my way, I’ll dive tower-first. Killing without hesitation is routine for me!” Saying this, Bai Ya darted through the gaps between the black armored limbs, advancing toward the Shadow Spider.
The Shadow Spider was momentarily stunned, then a sinister smile stained with blood appeared on her face. That wretched woman was really foolish. Now that she was gathering her black armored limbs inward, the wretched woman would be torn apart. She really had no idea what she was getting herself into.
But that would be too easy for her—just letting Bai Ya die without making her beg and cry was far from enough! The Shadow Spider suppressed her urge to kill Bai Ya outright, intending instead to gather the limbs but slow the pace, only enough to restrict Bai Ya’s movement.
It seemed to work. Seeing herself getting closer to the Shadow Spider, Bai Ya thought inside.
Taking such a huge risk, her only hope was that the nobles wanted a live captive. Surely the ghostly little loli was somewhat restrained, hesitant to kill her outright.
What Bai Ya didn’t know was that while she might have been captured by others who sought to apprehend slaves, encountering the Shadow Spider—this slave girl—was her worst luck.
This girl desperately wanted to kill her and, though she hadn’t attacked yet, was only holding back to torment her further.
Bai Ya couldn’t think that far right now. She was already in front of the Shadow Spider. Pressured by the instinct to survive, she dodged the black armored limbs’ suppression—barely escaping by a hair.
“Wretched woman…” The Shadow Spider sneered coldly at Bai Ya, but before she could finish speaking, her vision spun wildly, followed by a long-lasting cloud of dust.
The Shadow Spider floated in the air, suspended by dark matter, but not very high—about two and a half meters. Bai Ya summoned all her strength and leapt to tackle her down.
Pain shot through Bai Ya’s spine upon impact. The Shadow Spider’s eyes instantly reddened. How could this wretched woman attack before she even finished speaking? Unforgivable!
Her mind was now filled with murderous intent toward Bai Ya, even driving the black armored limbs to stab at Bai Ya, who was riding on top of her.
No matter how terrifying her power was—being a state-killing humanoid weapon known as a slave girl—she was still an eleven or twelve-year-old child, her twisted personality not yet fully stripped of innocence.
Bai Ya was relieved by this childish naivety. Seeing the black, spider-leg-like weapons coming at her, she didn’t hesitate to draw the dagger at her waist, pressing it against the Shadow Spider’s pale neck.
“Stop.” Bai Ya said flatly, “One more move and I’ll kill you. And I can take you down with me. Not a bad deal, right?”
The Shadow Spider glared at Bai Ya with such hatred that if it could transform into a fierce tiger, she would have devoured Bai Ya long ago. Seeing no response, Bai Ya pressed the dagger upward. The chill of the blade seemed to seep into the skin. It was a familiar feeling. The Shadow Spider recalled some terrifying experience, her pupils narrowing to the limit.
At the same time, the eight black armored limbs behind her dispersed into black mist and vanished.
“So fragile, the real body is, huh? Does this count as a win for me, General?” Bai Ya breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the Shadow Spider retract those eerie spider-leg black spears.
What to do next? Bai Ya hadn’t decided. She realized she was in an extremely awkward position and didn’t know where to start.
The goal was to cause a huge commotion, no doubt. The ghostly little loli had already killed so many; that’s enough chaos, right? Just to be safe, she might as well add fuel to the fire. As for what to do with the ghostly little loli… kill her? No, no—Bai Ya was a loli-lover. She couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“Before I knock you out, answer a few questions.” Bai Ya finally decided on this, thinking it the most reasonable approach—at least in her opinion.
“…” The Shadow Spider glared hatefully at Bai Ya.
She was loyal to her master. That wretched woman would never get any information damaging to her master from her—she absolutely wouldn’t speak!
But she was seriously mistaken.
“How old are you this year?”
Bai Ya asked casually, a seemingly random question. The Shadow Spider froze. What strange thing was this wretched woman talking about?
“I’m asking how old you are this year.” Bai Ya repeated patiently.
“Ten… twelve years old.” Hearing Bai Ya emphasize her tone, the Shadow Spider hastily answered in panic.