Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 913 I never expected it would be you who dies tonight.

Rum gripped the dagger tightly in his backhand and slowly approached Grace.

Suddenly, Grace leaped up like an electric robot and stood before Rum like a statue made of steel.

With a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect, she snatched the deadly dagger from Rum's hand without him noticing.

Grace stared straight at Rum. This time, she almost fooled herself—to fool the enemy, you must first fool yourself! In a state of near-death, the enemy is most relaxed.

Rum didn't show much shock. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and carefully examined Grace: Haha... It really is you I was looking forward to.

"I knew it," Rum chuckled, "how could a woman capable of stealing keys die so easily under my blade?" He stepped forward with unhurried ease.

However, I was still somewhat disappointed... A hint of dejection flashed in Rum's eyes; I had actually encountered the least probable situation...

Logically, Vermouth should have been the one to arrive. He pursed his lips; it seemed fate had indeed been predetermined...

No human intervention can change the convergence of the timeline. Rum sighed softly, "In five minutes, it will be your end."

But... he tilted his head. "I've actually run into the hardest ending... Looks like my luck isn't so good tonight..."

Enough with the nonsense. Grace gripped the dagger tightly, her eyes sharp as ice. This was the first time she had assumed a fighting stance, and the first real battle of her life.

A surge of courage, she didn't know where it came from, filled her; at this moment, she had no intention of backing down. Now, the only option was to fight to the death. She was utterly fed up with this damned life!

What utter nonsense about fate! What fatalism!

In her eyes, the man in front of her was just an old man who was about to die.

Making money is her only goal—to get the key, exchange it for a huge fortune, and change her miserable life!

Even when facing a final boss like Rum...

It's like leaving the beginner village, having painstakingly defeated the initial boss, only to be told that you have to face the final level.

But she was not discouraged, thinking that she might still have a chance of winning with her skills.

After all, some experts could clear the level without taking any damage, and while she wasn't top-tier, she was still close to being an expert. She barely maintained her strength and used her skills to survive the first round of attacks.

However, what is disheartening is that this is only the beginning, and the road ahead is still long.

Ah!!! Grace launched the first charge. Like a cavalryman galloping across an ancient battlefield, she sounded the charge and faced the ruthless enemy general head-on.

Her attacks were haphazard, lacking any sophisticated techniques or delicate strategies; she simply charged forward like a single-celled organism.

Like a mad bull fighting to the death.

Desperate criminals have nowhere to retreat; behind them lies an abyss.

Clearly, this frenzied offensive was highly effective. Faced with this unpredictable barrage, Rum was cut by a blade in the fierce battle!

The dagger pierced his expensive, custom-made gray suit. Rum tore off his tattered coat and stared at Grace in disbelief.

Truly, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Why you of all people! Rum was gradually losing patience; this suit was worth five times all of your clothes!

"Shut up." Grace's face was icy, her expression focused. For her, now was the perfect time to press her advantage.

She moved quickly while talking, unlike characters in movies and TV shows who would stop their actions during a duel to talk, giving the enemy an opportunity.

In the long corridor of the ancient building, a tall and strong figure was rushing by, the wind blowing his black hair wildly, and the surrounding broken walls and ruins flashing past.

Grace raised her knees high, pushed off the footboard at the bottom of the bridge, and soared into the air, her arms locking Rum's neck like iron clamps. Then, like a wrestler, she slammed him over her shoulder and onto the ground.

Immediately afterwards, she nimbly swung her long legs, quickly retreated, and then, like scissors, gripped Rum's throat, her heels pressing firmly against his trachea, like a stick constantly stabbing him.

Rum's face flushed red instantly, and he felt the air growing thinner and thinner.

This set of fluid movements was actually performed by a woman who had never received professional training.

Grace herself didn't understand how she did it—

It was as if an invisible hand, a mysterious force, was secretly helping her. At that moment, she almost believed in the existence of fate.

Tonight, the goddess of fortune will surely be on her side!

Her good days are coming! All she needs to do is... grip the dagger tightly and deliver the fatal blow to Rum!

Put him to death!

Grip the dagger tightly...

"Oh no!" Grace's expression changed drastically. Without her noticing, her hand was empty; the dagger had vanished without a trace, as if it had evaporated into thin air!

Rum, however, revealed a chilling smile and stared intently at Grace.

"I've already said it..." he said slowly, "Everything was already destined, your death was fate's arrangement... but..."

He coughed lightly twice; this was the most difficult outcome to achieve...

If you had chosen to retreat just now, you should have survived for at least a month. Tonight, it was Vermouth who should have died... Rum gripped the dagger in his hand once more.

It's a pity you didn't know how to cherish it... He licked the blood from his lips. Now, it's her turn to live for another month.

Rum sneered: Looks like I can't avoid this beating...

But it's better than getting beaten up by Vermouth... He approached Grace step by step. Okay, time to say goodbye to this world.

Rum suddenly raised his knee, and his leg shot towards Grace's abdomen with tremendous force, as if the wind had accelerated several times over.

Ah!!! Grace's screams echoed throughout the entire river.

She felt a piercing pain in her chest, as if it were being shattered, as if countless sharp blades were piercing her heart. At that moment, even breathing became difficult, and each inhale felt like being scorched by intense heat.

Goodbye. Rum gripped his dagger and— *click*.

The sharp blade pierced Grace's chest, and blood gushed from her mouth.

Her vision gradually blurred, and the pain strangely disappeared. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and fall asleep peacefully.

It was like the warmth of her mother lulling her to sleep when she was a child.

Despite the harsh conditions, the cold wind blew in through the cracks in the dilapidated house, and snowflakes drifted down sporadically.

But she felt incredibly warm.

At least, those were the happiest times of her life.

A tear silently slid down Grace's cheek.