I Refused To Be Reincarnated

Chapter 179: The Third Trial: Desperate Measures

As the last scene dissolved into her memories and dissipated, Misha's eyes cracked open with a lacklustre glow. Warm tears gushed from her eyes as she collapsed on her hands.

"AHHHHHH."

Desperation-filled wails echoed in the entire floor as the weight of her past settled in. A chaotic mess of regret, sadness, and guilt assaulted her mind and gripped her heart painfully. Yet, Ignatius wasn't done tormenting her.

"I almost forgot a detail, my beloved Misha." He started with an affectionate tone before accentuating each following word, "The chimaera you were locked with..." His smile widened, and his eyes became two crescents as he relished revealing the truth.

"Was based on. Your. Horse. Hahaha. I almost choked while you devored it excitedly. Tsk, when I imagine it never wounded you for the past twenty-eight years, but at the slightest chance, you devored your friend.

Bahahaha. I can't stop laughing."

Misha's world shattered in an instant. Her heart clenched painfully in her chest, a sickening realisation washing over her like a tidal wave. She bent, bile rising in her throat, as Ignatius's mocking laughter filled the air.

"NOOOooooo," Misha screamed in despair as her eyes trembled in self-disgust. Her entire body shook with violent tremors, each retch of vomit a physical manifestation of the horror consuming her from within. Why? Why couldn't she escape this nightmare? How could such cruelty exist in the world?

As she grieved, the hideous trapped creature's deformed voice resounded ominously, cutting through the mad scientist's laughter.

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"ArE wE dOnE PlAYiNg? MoRe. MOOOOOOOORE!" It roared, its terrifying blood-red mist maw wide open as an icy wind blew in a circle around him.

The electric bars containing him froze solid before exploding in a rain of glistening Ice shards under Ignatius' shocked eyes.

"What an interesting human. How can he use this newly emerged energy source?" Ignatius asked, his eyes blazing with curiosity as he added, "I need to cut him open and find the answer."

Upon hearing the discordant voice, Misha raised her head with difficulty and gazed in fear at the mysterious creature. She had felt that soul-shattering cold on the creatures earlier. A worrisome realisation settled in her mind as her lips quivered and her right hand clutched her chest. No doubts were permitted as she noticed half a red cape billowing behind him.

"A... Adam? Is that you?" She asked, her voice cracking as she tried to stand up and muttered, "What happened to you, my friend?"

As her soft words left her mouth, Adam's neck instantaneously snapped in her direction, his empty eye sockets scanning her figure with their red lights.

"FrIeNd... FrIeNd?" His disturbing voice asked before black nails elongated from his fingers as he roared, "I HAVE NO FRIENDS!"

The air trembled, accompanying his hate-filled words as the temperature diminished and frost covered the ground. Then, without any warning, he hurled his dagger at her face, aiming to pierce her head.

With widened eyes, Misha moved to the side before the weapon could reach her. However, shock covered her features.

Boom

The air on the dagger's side suddenly exploded, granting it another chance after its trajectory shifted. Death flashed before her eyes as the speeding dagger approached her. The timing was too perfect. She wouldn't have time to protect herself.

'That's what I deserve.' She thought as the weapon enlarged in her eyes. I did nothing right in my life. Because of me, Sunbeam... and now you face things worse than death. I'm sorry.'

As she resigned herself and accepted death, the wind howled as a black figure charged in front of her with its arms crossed before its head.

BANG

The dagger collided with the dark chitin of the hybrid before piercing it and leaving frost marks in its wake. Then, carried by its remaining momentum, the weapon pierced the creature's head, swiftly ending it before dropping to the ground.

"Shit. Misha, come here!" Ignatius yelled, his face darkening before adding, his eyes burning in ambition. "What a monster! I need his power!"

With it, his creation's threat level would triple, no, quadruple. But he needed the girl to stay alive first.

"Come now. If you work with me, we can stop him!" He yelled again, unwilling to see his hard years of research go to waste.

Unexpectedly, his words resonated in Misha's mind. She didn't care about her life, but she vowed to save him by any means or die trying. Her dead heart warmed as a minuscule spark reignited her determination.

In a blur, her body swiftly vanished before reappearing in front of Ignatius, pursued by a raging gust of wind.

Her unnatural speed caused Adam to tilt his head in confusion. Then, he opened his maw and said, "StAtUs."

[Tier 3 Elite ???: Nyxothrix. You have gained 100 experience points.] x25

LVL: 7

Exp: 1800/2560

HP: 434/434

Vitality: 43.4->44.6

Strength: 44->45.2

Agility: 44.4->77.6

Intelligence: 50.4->51.6

Free attribute points: 16->0

Note: Soul is damaged. Remaining time until turning into an evil ghost: 2 hours... That's what you deserve.

Acting on his earlier thought, he invested all his points in agility to eliminate his most glaring weakness.

Simultaneously, Misha said, "I don't trust you, Ignatius. But right now, stopping him is all that matters."

With a wide grin, Ignatius ordered, "Offer her your cells."

The four remaining hybrids trembled briefly before raising their hands and piercing their chitin. Next, they extended their bloodied palm towards her, holding their evolutionary cells before collapsing to the ground, dead.

"These twenty cells will shatter the final barrier, and you'll reach the Chimaera queen realm." He explained, revealing the fifteen cells retrieved earlier. The final one was from the chimaera, who had stopped the dagger. He cleverly retrieved it before asking the other hybrids to hurl it before her.

Then he added, "You'll become an entirely new living species. I don't have the exact data, but your strength should double at least."

Misha gazed at him, her golden eyes scanning his every move. How could her situation be more ironic? Fighting his only friend with the help of her worst enemy...