Chapter Forty-One: Essentially Harmless

Battle. Risking injury or death, wielding weapons or fists to harm others. There will be pain, bleeding, wounds, and even loss of life...

Only now did she truly understand how formidable her friend was.

She couldn’t do it. Like most students who kept out of trouble, she simply couldn’t.

This city had 5.7 million superpowered individuals—why did the thugs of Death’s Wing swagger so arrogantly? Was it just because of their organization’s name?

What battle truly required was never strength, but resolve. The answer lay here—in the difference of mindset.

Superpowers were like a conspicuous handgun hanging from one’s waist; those who knew nothing would scream in terror at the sight of it. But the gun holders were ordinary people too, equally fearful of violence, equally afraid of getting hurt.

In movies, villains dared to wield weapons to commit atrocities, heroes dared to fight evil with their powers, and bystanders screamed and fled in panic. Beyond the screen, she paid no attention to those mere background actors; in reality, she was one of those powerless bystanders.

“Ugh...”

She had never fought before, not once in her life. Nor had she ever witnessed such a scene in real life—perhaps her former self, before amnesia, had, but not the present Kira. She trembled as she put down the brick, sobbing softly.

She was never a remarkable character. She was just an ordinary person—timid, cowardly, yielding to violence, powerless.

She didn’t even have a handgun.

She couldn’t do it.

Hiding any longer would only cause trouble for everyone. She should surrender; that way, Cardacia might be safe. The black-clad assailants’ gunfire was closing in. Kira wiped her tears and prepared to find the right moment to give herself up. Then she looked across the street, into a small alley, and saw a pale-faced child glancing anxiously around.

“—!”

Kira’s heart leapt into her throat. Seizing the moment during the gunfire’s brief pause, she dashed across the street recklessly, dragging the middle schooler into the alley’s depths.

She temporarily removed her invisibility, mouthing the words: “What are you doing here?! Run into the school now!”

Miles’ face was ashen, his eyes glinting.

“Hey, big sister. I remember you can turn into a Walkman,” he gritted his teeth, “can you make me invisible for a while?”

Half a minute later, a black-clad assailant preparing to sweep the area shuddered violently.

Crackling electricity sparked and flickered, paralyzing enough to numb adults as lightning bolts struck him one after another. The Death’s Wing member didn’t even understand who was attacking him until he lost consciousness.

“Ah… ah… ah!”

Miles panted, lowering his fingers. He and Kira stood right behind the black-clad man, completely unnoticed by this so-called “elite.”

His ability fired tiny paralyzing lightning bolts.

Basically harmless, but enough bolts could render one unconscious.

Kira looked at this lightning ambusher with shock. “I thought you were really timid.”

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