37: The out-of-control witch of disaster

The Calamity Witch’s golden eyes flickered slightly, her pupils gradually dilating.

She felt Meng Yun’s goodwill.

Meng Yun didn’t care if she was human or a containment object, nor did he care that she possessed curses and brutality that normal people avoided.

He didn’t care.

He only cared that she was a little girl worth comforting.

A look of relief quietly crossed the Calamity Witch’s face, which almost never showed emotion.

It felt so good.

This feeling of being stroked, it felt so good.

Unconsciously, the Calamity Witch narrowed her eyes, like a kitten, gently yielding to Meng Yun’s caress.

Up and down.

In and out.

Several A-level Personnel at the observation station watched this scene in disbelief, all showing expressions of emotion and shock.

“Is that… the Calamity Witch?”

“Anyone would just see a cute little girl!”

But they all knew that this girl, who was now enjoying herself, had once, under the control of the President, stirred up a tornado and instantly slaughtered an enemy city.

Hundreds of thousands of people had died unnatural deaths.

The seemingly harmless girl was clearly a butcher who had killed countless people, aExecutioner with blood on her hands.

She was a demon who would eventually return to hell.

“Let’s interfere manually; otherwise, we won’t get the data we need.”

Meng Yun, who was stroking the Calamity Witch’s hair, suddenly felt an inexplicable alarm blare in his mind.

A strange and eerie aura, like a shadow lurking in the night, quietly began to grow within the Calamity Witch’s body.

“Quick… escape…”

That faint voice trembled in Meng Yun’s heart like drumbeats, carrying endless pleading and despair.

Meng Yun looked around; this was just a simple, bare room, with four walls like a cold cage, tightly imprisoning him and her.

Escape?

Where could he escape to?

An invisible storm quietly permeated around the Calamity Witch, and within that storm was a strong killing intent, like a dark beast roaring silently.

The storm instantly took shape, enveloping the entire room in a sense of oppression and fear.

At the center of the storm was the Calamity Witch’s trembling body.

The green gem on her chest had turned a dazzling red, like a burning flame, flickering with an eerie and dangerous light.

Someone was manually controlling the Calamity Witch through a containment object controller.

Her body, her will, were being mercilessly torn and devoured by this power.

The storm grew more violent, as if it would tear the entire room to shreds.

The fierce Wind Blade howled, like thousands of sharp blades dancing in the air.

Meng Yun was forced back repeatedly by this power; he tried to stand firm, but his body was already swaying uncontrollably, like a tiny duckweed in a vast ocean.

The white protective suit could not block this Wind Blade invasion; in an instant, hundreds of tiny cuts had appeared all over his body.

Blood had almost soaked his snow-white clothes.

“I told you, I have mysophobia…”

Meng Yun’s eyes narrowed slightly, feeling helpless.

With elements sealed and the girl controlled, the life of a D-level Personnel like him was utterly insignificant.

The Calamity Witch’s eyes were hollow and unfocused, her lips sometimes curving up, sometimes drooping down—a sign of two wills fighting for control of her body.

She wanted to struggle and resist, but the power bound her tightly like shackles.

Her body began to twist uncontrollably, as if countless invisible hands were tearing at her soul.

In a corner of the observation station, two A-level Personnel looked through the observation window, their faces filled with shock and bewilderment.

They had never seen the Calamity Witch show such strong resistance!

The power erupting from deep within her seemed to want to break free from all restraints.

Why?

Why was this happening?

Could it be… because of the existence of 9527?

It didn’t want to harm 9527?

“Increase control!” A low voice echoed in the observation station, and an A-level Personnel immediately took action.

They really wanted to know to what extent the Calamity Witch could resist!

It was good that the Calamity Witch was getting stronger, but at the same time, she was also becoming harder to control!

As the control intensified, the Calamity Witch’s pain grew stronger.

Her body trembled violently in the storm, as if it could collapse at any moment.

Meng Yun, affected by this power, became even more battered and bruised, but he showed no intention of retreating.

Only because.

Deep in his heart, he vaguely heard the Calamity Witch’s crying and despair.

Yes.

The girl was crying. In despair.

She longed for someone to pull her out of the endless darkness.

She longed for light, longed for warmth, longed for—

A hug.

Meng Yun searched everywhere in the room, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.

Finally, in the corner of the room, he found the coffin lid that the girl had sent flying.

The fact that it could withstand the storm until now clearly meant it was no ordinary item.

Without hesitation, Meng Yun rushed over, rolled, and picked up the coffin lid!

Facing the storm, he held it up!

He struggled to walk towards the Calamity Witch.

Every step was like walking on knife-edge, but he gritted his teeth and moved forward resolutely.

The storm cut against the coffin lid, making a teeth-grinding squeaking sound.

Meng Yun paid no attention, only knowing to move straight ahead.

Finally, he reached the Calamity Witch.

Looking at her pained and distorted face, a strange feeling welled up in Meng Yun’s heart.

It was something called a protective instinct.

He threw away the coffin lid, faced the source of the storm directly, and suddenly spread his arms wide.

He tightly embraced the girl.

The Calamity Witch’s delicate body stiffened abruptly, and the storm instantly became chaotic.

This feeling…

Was it… a hug?

A warm hug?

Who was it? Was it that person?

The girl who had been crying in despair in her heart, raised her head again.

In Meng Yun’s embrace, her will was strengthened, and she began to contend with the controller again.

And gradually gained the upper hand.

“No! I can’t control her!!

Her rationality has broken through the critical value and reached the level of an Arcane Envoy!”

An Arcane Envoy is a rank second only to a God Art Master.

Achieving an Arcane Envoy level of rationality meant that the Calamity Witch was already capable of using an eighth-level Arcane.

Eighth-level Great Wind.

Easily destroying a country was not difficult.

The red gem on the Calamity Witch’s chest slowly turned back to green, indicating that the strange and dangerous crisis had been resolved.

She awoke in Meng Yun’s arms.

Feeling that the gem on her chest was no longer hot, the Calamity Witch breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, remembering something, she quickly looked down at Meng Yun, realizing that he was already covered in wounds.

This person, who had repeatedly claimed to have mysophobia, had gotten himself more disheveled than anyone else just to hug her.

But she didn’t find him dirty at all.

Unconsciously, her previously resistant and indifferent gaze gradually softened, becoming closer and more trusting.

Meng Yun, holding the Calamity Witch, had no strength left to move. He could feel her awakening, and even her warm gaze.

But he didn’t want to move.

Not because he was clinging to the girl’s soft embrace, but simply because he was physically and mentally exhausted.

Suddenly, a cold small hand gently touched Meng Yun’s messy hair, gently and earnestly stroking the top of his head.

Meng Yun froze, and the girl’s soft voice echoed in his mind:

“Good boy.”

This little girl, she learned quickly.

It was comparable to Meng Yun using the Arcane Star to copy spell formulas.

In the Witch’s embrace, Meng Yun closed his eyes peacefully.