The Mutant seemed to understand Phil’s words and whipped its head around.

On the half of its face that still retained some human features, an expression twisted to the point of hatred appeared.

“I… am not…”

“A defective product…”

“Then prove it to me.”

Phil’s provocation seemed to snap the Mutant’s last nerve. It suddenly spewed out a massive cloud of poisonous mist, while the fleshy tumors on its body swelled, quickly covering its previous wounds.

Phil’s eyes darkened as she once again dodged the poisonous mist.

Over a dozen Threads materialized simultaneously, weaving a dense web in the sewer to entangle the Mutant’s limbs.

Telekinesis formed into a heavy hammer, crushing down from above in an attempt to snap its neck.

Illusions interfered, numbing its five senses.

The spare daggers tied to Monica’s waist flew out one by one, carving countless arcs in the air before stabbing toward the Mutant’s vital points once again.

“S-So amazing…”

Monica, who was sharing Phil’s vision, watched dumbfounded, completely dazzled by the overwhelming barrage of attacks.

She had thought the extreme violence Miss Phil displayed during her battle with the Desert Goanna that morning was shocking enough.

She hadn’t expected that this full utilization of supernatural abilities would be equally awe-inspiring!

Amazing…

This was the only thought left in Monica’s mind.

From her perspective, Phil was completely dominating the Mutant in the fight.

Its limbs, having just broken free, were immediately bound by the Threads again, and then twisted by Telekinesis.

Its head, having just been raised, was smashed flat again by a heavy hammer of Telekinesis.

Its body, overgrown chitin peeled off layer by layer by daggers, already exposed bloody wounds.

This hardly looked like a battle; it was more like an execution!

The Mutant was trapped in place with almost no ability to fight back, unable to even unleash its powers properly, and could only rely on its powerful regeneration to endure the attacks again and again.

It’s a guaranteed win!

Monica thought with a leaping heart.

Just how strong is Miss Phil?

Judging from her appearance, she doesn’t seem to be older than me, perhaps even a bit younger.

Could it be that the Devil race, like the Spartans, undergoes literal “devilish training” from a young age?

Or perhaps Miss Phil’s age can’t be judged by her appearance, and she is actually an old woman who has lived for hundreds of years?

However, while Monica was letting her imagination run wild, she failed to notice that the solemn look in Phil’s eyes was growing heavier by the second.

It won’t die.

Phil realized she lacked a means to deal a finishing blow.

This Mutant’s regenerative abilities were simply too powerful; it seemed that no matter what part she destroyed, it just wouldn’t die completely. Phil had exhausted almost all of her methods just to force the current, seemingly “one-sided” situation.

But she couldn’t take it a step further.

Fine beads of sweat broke out on Phil’s forehead.

The next second, she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.

Almost at the exact same time, the Threads trapping the Mutant snapped. The ferocious beast broke free from its cage, launching a counterattack against its former hunter with a ravenous momentum!

Phil gritted her teeth, resisting the uncontrollable waves of dizziness.

The System’s red warnings popped up in a rapid cascade.

“Tsk.”

Phil could only recall the daggers she had released and simultaneously cut back on most of her Telekinesis. She shifted her focus entirely to dodging the Mutant’s attacks, much like a phone with a dying battery closing as many background apps as possible to maintain power.

The situation took a sudden turn for the worse.

This abrupt reversal left Monica completely dumbfounded.

But she quickly realized what the problem was—

Her body was giving out.

Phil was like an extremely powerful System; it was just that her hardware couldn’t keep up now.

Monica was so anxious that she wanted to say something, but afraid of rashly interrupting Miss Phil, she could only watch in helpless worry.

“Don’t panic.”

Phil’s calm voice helped Monica relax a little.

Did Miss Phil still have a plan?

In the blink of an eye, Phil and the Mutant had already exchanged more than a dozen blows.

Phil continuously wove through the Mutant’s heavy but disorganized attacks.

Every time the Mutant’s attack missed, it caused a commotion like a bomb exploding in the sewer.

Countless terrifying cracks spread outward from their battleground. The incredibly hard walls were sliced open like tofu under the Mutant’s sharp claws, leaving behind deep dark marks and craters.

Phil was absolutely certain that if she took even a single hit, she would lose.

In other words, she only had one chance…

She didn’t know if it was because her in-game attribute values were high enough, or if Lin Han was simply born for big moments like this.

Even though overloading her body was already making her vision fade to black, she felt an unprecedented calmness.

Brushing past death once again, Phil leaped up, vaulting over the Mutant’s head.

A silver light flashed at her slender fingertips—

The Mutant, intending to give chase, suddenly widened its eyes and froze rigidly in place. Its muscles bulged as it seemed to resist something, but the more it struggled, the clearer the sound of its chitinous armor being crushed by the Threads became.

It worked…

Seeing this, Phil finally let out a long sigh of relief, panting heavily and uncontrollably.

The principle was actually very simple: if a dozen Threads weren’t enough to bind you, then use hundreds, or thousands.

During her dodging and weaving with the Mutant just now, Phil hadn’t been idle; she had been laying Threads everywhere until she could finally bind her opponent tightly.

Compared to Telekinesis, weaving Threads consumed far, far less stamina.

Even so, after such a maneuver, Monica’s (piloted by Phil) stamina was completely depleted.

Fortunately, the gamble paid off.

Feeling weak all over, Phil panted as she walked step by step toward the Mutant.

Next was still the same question, how to completely destroy it.

There was no other way. Even if it meant overloading her body, she had to finish it in one go…

Recalling the feeling of using Telekinesis to tear apart the massive Desert Goanna that morning, Phil slowly gathered her power.

The immobilized Mutant seemed to sense its impending doom and began to struggle desperately, causing the sewer to violently tremble once again.

Phil slowly raised her hand—

“Then, farewell…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Phil suddenly felt her entire body go slack, as if she had lost all control over it.

When she opened her eyes again, Phil realized she had reverted to her soul state.

On the other side, Monica collapsed to the ground, her whole body twitching, her face painted with pain and bewilderment.

At a time like this?!

Just like her first logout, Phil’s body began to turn transparent bit by bit, gradually dissolving into specks of light. No matter how much she struggled, it was completely useless.

Not having met its final end, the Mutant seemed to see an opportunity, and its struggles grew even more violent.

Monica’s complexion worsened with every passing second as the Threads binding the Mutant snapped one by one.

“M-Miss Phil…”

Could it be… that it all ends here…

A ray of light flew from behind Monica.

It was a longsword condensed from pure white light.

It passed silently through the dim sewer, flashing by like a meteor.

Squelch.

Without any earth-shattering noise, the light sword simply and accurately pierced through the Mutant’s chest. The chitinous armor that had been so hard it gave Phil a headache acted as if it didn’t exist in the face of this light sword.

The Threads snapped simultaneously, and the Mutant’s entire body was pinned to the ground.

The Mutant’s movements stopped instantly, as if the pause button had been pressed, completely motionless.

Phil slowly turned her head.

In the direction of the sewer entrance, a woman was standing there at some point.

She was tall, with her hair tied in a sleek long ponytail, wearing a dark trench coat and a pair of thin-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose. Her eyes behind the lenses narrowed, revealing a gentle and friendly look.

“Sorry, sorry, I received a sudden notice, and it was a bit troublesome to rush over here, so I’m a little late.”

“But looking at it now, I might have arrived just in time.”

The moment she saw her, even though Monica still looked bewildered, Phil finally completely relaxed her tense nerves.

Complaining like this in her heart, Phil completely dissipated into specks of light under Monica’s shocked gaze that seemed to say, Hey, hey, hey, why did you run off alone? What is even going on?

Phil knew the woman who had arrived.

Or rather, Lin Han had seen her portrait and name countless times in the SAVE Building in W City.

The Chief of the SAVE Special Operations Division in W City.

One of the only six LV5 Ability Users in the entire District 1.

Bai Yu.