Yamile had truly transformed into a terrifying figure. Her movements while attacking were wild. Her strikes were so powerful that they overwhelmed Recha and Sassy.

Yamile raised her trident high. She attacked and slashed at Recha, but the Kalanak managed to block it by using her hair as a shield.

Unfortunately, the shield wasn’t strong enough—it split instantly, and the slash hit Recha’s body. Fresh blood immediately spurted from her chest. A loud groan of pain echoed.

Still unsatisfied, Yamile grabbed Recha’s hair and kicked her body. Yamile flung Recha far away, sending her crashing into a grove of trees.

Sassy, who had been watching all this, couldn’t do much. Yamile had now shifted her gaze toward Sassy, preparing her for an attack.

Yamile launched a barrage of attacks—stabs, slashes, and kicks. Sassy managed to dodge them, but it was clear she was struggling.

In a heroic moment, just as Sassy kept dodging the attacks, Yamile saw an opening. She forcefully thrust her trident at Sassy—but it was a trick. She stabbed it into the ground, using it as a base for her next attack. Yamile then swung her body and kicked Sassy’s head hard.

The muscular, tattooed woman was sent flying, hitting the trees. The area around Yamile and Zhao’s house was completely destroyed—trees collapsed, roads cracked, and debris scattered everywhere.

After landing those attacks on her two enemies, Yamile regained her senses. Her eyes returned to normal—like any ordinary human’s.

“Hah! What happened? Why couldn’t I control my body all this time?” she muttered in confusion.

“Could it be… has Niroki taken over my body?”

Suddenly, Zhao grabbed her hand. “Let’s run,” he said firmly.

Yamile and Zhao fled into the forest behind their house. They ran through trees and bushes, aimlessly and without direction.

The night grew colder and quieter, filled only with the sounds of insects chirping. Wolves howled in the distance, owls watched their prey, and monkeys slept peacefully.

But the forest was filled with chaos because of Yamile’s rage. She kept yelling at Zhao for tricking her into obtaining the demonic power of Niroki.

“You’re insane, Zhao! I’m no longer human!” She screamed.

“Lower your voice, or they’ll find us,” Zhao warned.

“I don’t care!” Yamile snapped.

Unexpectedly, Yamile broke down in tears. Zhao felt sympathy—but it quickly turned into pain as Yamile attacked him. A powerful punch landed in his stomach, sending Zhao flying.

Yamile didn’t hold back. She continued to punch and kick Zhao. Zhao could only block and dodge, unable to fight back.

“You bastard, Zhao! You’ve ruined my life!” Yamile shouted.

“How could you be so cruel to your sister?” She screamed, punching Zhao hard in the face.

Zhao caught the punch with his palm. He gripped it tightly, pulled her, and slammed Yamile’s body to the ground.

“This is your destiny,” Zhao growled.

“Father passed this power to you. Only you can use it to fight the demons.”

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Life had become worthless—easily manipulated, discarded like trash. Everything was about personal gain. If you were deemed useless, you had to endure pain and humiliation as if you were worthless garbage.

That’s precisely how Biacca felt—a high school girl in the heart of East City. She felt like trash, constantly bullied by her schoolmates. She never received love, only insults that wounded her deeply.

The culprits were Recha’s followers—a gang of vicious students. Every day they bullied Biacca, both in real life and online. Utterly savage!

Now Biacca was deeply depressed. She always isolated herself, finding solace beneath a bridge. To her, it was the most peaceful place—just the hum of vehicles and the sound of the river.

But this isolation only worsened her depression. Voices urging her to die echoed more frequently.

“Just die—your life is meaningless.”

“Just die—the pain is only for a moment.”

“Your life is useless—death is your best option.”

These voices kept haunting her mind, growing louder over time, and suicide seemed more real than ever.

Biacca already had a rope—she was fully prepared to die. But she hadn’t found the right place yet. She wanted to die in solitude, where no one would find her now or ever. Her mind kept searching for a location. Only one came to mind—the forest!

At last, she set off to meet her end, heading to a forest on the outskirts of the city. “I was meant to die anyway" I have no one. She whispered, "I'm simply rotting in an orphanage."

She took a bus to the forest, which proved that it was far from the city center. During the ride, she stared blankly, imagining how happy she’d be once dead. Surely she’d be smiling when death finally came. She longed for it.

Before long, Biacca arrived at the city’s edge, where the forest of her death awaited. She walked along the road and entered the forest. It was pitch dark and eerie, as if welcoming her deeper inside.

Biacca ventured further in. The city lights vanished from view. Only the sounds of insects and howling wolves remained.

“This is the perfect place to die,” she said, trembling and crying uncontrollably—like a newborn baby.

She sat against a large tree, crying and pounding the ground repeatedly. Her emotions surged; her depression worsened. And once her tears subsided, she was ready to die.

She resumed walking, searching for a thick tree branch. Her eyes scanned every direction. She found one—big and high enough. It was ideal for her last moments.

She took the rope from her backpack. She climbed the tree and sat quietly on the branch. Slowly, she tied one end of the rope to the branch and made a loop at the other to go around her neck.

Everything was ready. Biacca’s body trembled violently. Fear once again filled her heart. Her tears fell again, though more softly than before.

She kept forcing herself to follow through with the act of suicide. Her delicate hands grabbed the rope and tied it around her neck.

Now she stood tall on the tree branch. All she needed to do was leap, and her demise would become tangible.

“There’s no more hope for me in this world. My only hope lies in hell. I pray God forgives me and shows mercy, so I won’t suffer in the afterlife,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

“Goodbye, everyone,” said Biacca—and then she jumped.