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Chapter 37 What does it mean to be facing the "White Reaper"?

"Damn it! Something's wrong with these humans!"

Taking advantage of the few seconds that their companion bought by sacrificing his life, the remaining two parasites, whom we'll call "A" and "B" for now, scrambled open the side door of an abandoned building and disappeared into the dark stairwell.

The building's interior was filled with dust and construction debris, and the intricate structure of load-bearing columns and exposed steel bars resembled a maze.

Two parasites hid behind a huge concrete pillar on the third floor, their chests heaving violently.

Although they don't need to breathe like humans, the fear that originates at the cellular level makes their mimicry somewhat unstable.

"Those weapons... can suppress our cellular activity." Parasite A touched its scraped arm; the wound was healing at an alarmingly slow pace.

"They are not ordinary troops; they understand us."

"Calm down." Parasite B was clearly more cunning; its eyes darted around eerily in their sockets as it surveyed its surroundings.

"They didn't immediately come after us. The building's layout is complex, and our perception and dynamic vision have a greater advantage here."

"We have to break out. Staying here is like being trapped in a barrel."

Shh—listen.

The suffocatingly intense gunfire and tactical footsteps outside suddenly disappeared.

Instead, a strange, lonely sound of footsteps could be heard.

"Tap, tap, tap."

That was the sound of leather shoes stepping on the cement floor, which was covered with gravel and broken glass. Unhurried and leisurely, as if strolling through one's own backyard.

The two parasites exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion and wariness in each other's eyes.

Only one?

Parasite B quietly moved its eyes to the edge of the pillar, using its extraordinary vision to peer into the stairwell.

In the dim light, a tall, slender figure was slowly walking towards them.

He was a man wearing a long gray-white trench coat, with striking short white hair, frameless glasses perched on his nose, and an expression so indifferent that he seemed devoid of any emotion.

He wasn't wearing a heavy tactical exoskeleton, nor was he carrying an assault rifle.

In his hand, he was carrying only a rather expensive-looking silver metal briefcase.

"There's only one human. No gun, carrying a box," Parasite B said in a low voice.

"He looks like a commander or a civilian employee."

"Is he looking for death? No one outside can get in, but he dares to come up alone? This is our chance! Kill him, or kidnap him!" The fear in Parasite A's eyes gradually turned into ferocity.

"Wait, something's not right..."

Just as Parasite B was about to stop him, the white-haired man suddenly stopped.

He stopped in an open area about ten meters away from where they were hiding.

silence.

A deathly silence enveloped the entire floor.

The man just stood there, neither moving forward nor backward, neither drawing his gun nor uttering a single word.

He simply lowered his eyes slightly, as if waiting for something, or as if nothing in front of him was worth his attention.

This kind of disregard is more insulting and oppressive than a barrage of insults and the sound of gunfire.

A minute passed.

Every second felt like torture for the parasite hiding behind cover.

"He's stalling for time! He's waiting for the encirclement to complete!"

The somewhat impulsive parasite A finally couldn't contain its inner turmoil. Every cell in its body was screaming "Attack!"

"Die!!!"

Without any warning, Parasite A suddenly sprang up from its bunker!

Its head underwent an extreme transformation in an instant, with several razor-sharp tentacles weaving into an impenetrable net in the air.

With a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air, it aimed straight for the white-haired man's throat, heart, and eyes.

It was so fast that to the eyes of ordinary humans, this attack was so fast that it was impossible to even catch a glimpse of its afterimage; all that could be seen was a blurry, flesh-colored storm.

Parasite B, still hiding in its bunker, held its breath.

Since the other party dared to come alone, they must have had corresponding confidence. Judging from the professionalism of the previous unit, they would not have made such a basic mistake as sending civilian personnel to their deaths.

Even so, it could not imagine how an unarmed human could withstand a supersonic slash from his companion.

However, in the very next instant...

"Click."

A crisp sound of the mechanism starting rang out.

There was no bloody carnage or screams as expected.

The white-haired man—Arima Kishou—simply raised his right hand slightly and pressed the button on the suitcase handle.

The silver briefcase instantly disintegrated and unfolded. It was no ordinary metal, but a biological weapon made from the kagune of a powerful ghoul—the Quinque: IXA.

[Defense Mode]

The suitcase transformed into an indestructible spiral shield, firmly blocking the way in front of him.

"Clang clang clang—!!!"

The parasitic beast's tentacles, capable of slicing through steel, struck the IXA's shield, sending up a series of dazzling sparks, but not even leaving a scratch.

Immediately afterwards, the video appeared to be dropping frames.

Arima Kishou's eyes narrowed slightly, and the IXA in his hand transformed once more.

[Attack Mode - Piercing]

The shield instantly disintegrated, transforming into several spiraling spears that seemed capable of piercing through anything. Like a white dragon leaping out of the abyss, it thrust out with a speed that completely defied the laws of physics.

"Pfft!"

too fast.

That was a speed that exceeded the limits of the parasitic beast's neural reflexes.

Parasite A, which was jumping in mid-air, didn't even have time to dodge before its body was pierced by several spiral spears.

Immediately afterwards, the IXA's lance-like tip split open instantly, turning into countless tiny spikes that ravaged its body.

Parasite A suddenly lost all movement, unable to even let out a scream, like a puppet whose strings had been suddenly cut, slumping limply on the white spear.

The place returned to its previous silence.

"Is it... over?"

Parasite B, hiding behind cover, felt a chill run straight to the top of its head.

It couldn't believe its senses. Just a moment? Its companion was dead?

Just as it was speculating about the situation on the battlefield and trying to peek out with a little bit of its gaze, its pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a pinhead.

Ahead, there were only their companions lying on the ground, their bodies severed and their fates unknown.

And that white-haired man... disappeared.

"Gone? How is that possible! My dynamic vision is perfectly fine..."

An unprecedented sense of crisis exploded instantly, as if an invisible hand had gripped its throat. Parasite B suddenly tried to turn around, attempting to transform and defend itself.

But just as it turned around, a cold voice rang out behind its ear, so close it seemed to be touching the back of its neck:

"We caught them."

"Varied--"

Before it could react in any way, a sharp pain came from the back of its neck.

Arima Kishou plunged an injection gun into the core ganglion of the parasite.

"Sizzle—"

A highly concentrated blue liquid was injected into the body.

"A mixture of Rc cell inhibitors and potent neurotoxins... I don't know how effective it will be on this organism, but it's enough to calm you down."

Parasite B felt utterly powerless; even its ability to transform was rapidly dissipating with the injection. Its vision began to blur, and the once clear world turned into a chaotic mess.

It understood that this was a muscle relaxant specifically designed for non-human creatures.

Its body went limp and collapsed to the ground. In its last glance, it saw the white-haired man's condescending gaze.

There was no murderous intent in those eyes, nor any joy of victory.

There was only a detached indifference, as if what had just been casually captured was not a deadly monster, but a passing insect.

"Target B, captured."

Arima Kishou pressed his earpiece, his voice as calm as if he had just finished a routine file filing.

"Notify logistics to bring it back to base. Mr. Pei Qi is very interested in this shape-shifting biological specimen..."

Ultimately, filled with resentment and fear, Parasite B fell into a deep sleep...