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Chương 81: Chapter 81 - Bloodshed and Blossoms

DAD!!!

MOM!!!

Mira's scream tore through the room. Her hands clenched into fists, her muscles tensing as veins bulged along her arms.

Wait… did they actually kill her parents?!

Damn it… What the hell?! 

Are they serious? Did they really kill them?! 

This little piece of trash commanded them to murder her parents?!

Atlas' fury burned hot, but all he could do was watch as Mira's grief turned to something darker. Her eyes glowed a deep, crimson red, and razor-sharp claws emerged from her fingers.

Is she… a rabbit or a wolf?

"What?! What's happening to her?!" the bandaged boy shouted, his voice cracking with panic. "Hold her down! Don't let her escape!"

The men hesitated for a split second, unnerved by the sudden transformation, but they began moving toward her.

Mira broke free in an instant, her movements sharp. She hissed, baring her sharp teeth as the six men quickly closed in, surrounding her.

Atlas remained still, watching intently, his mind racing. 

What will the outcome of this be?

It was clear that none of the six men were Awakened—ordinary humans. But Mira, in this state, was anything but ordinary. She had become feral, her instincts taking over completely.

One of the men lunged at her, but she darted to the side with speed as she evaded his grasp. Before they could regroup, she leapt behind another of her attackers.

"Help! Someone help me!" the man shouted in terror, but it was too late.

Mira's claws drove deep into his neck, her hand gripping his throat. Blood sprayed violently, splattering across the room as the man collapsed, gurgling, to the floor.

The bandaged boy panicked, turning to flee toward the door.

But Mira moved faster. She darted toward him. One of the men slammed her to the ground, but she sprang back to her feet almost instantly, grabbing the boy's leg and yanking it hard enough to send him sprawling.

Three of the other men rushed her at once, attempting to pin her down. But Mira was too fast. She twisted and leapt, flipping through the air to avoid their grasp.

As she landed, she propelled herself onto one of the remaining men, her claws plunging brutally into his neck. Blood spurted from the wound as the man collapsed, choking.

She continued her assault, her body moving with terrifying agility, darting from one target to the next. Each time she struck, her claws tore through flesh with precision. One by one, the men fell to the floor, their bodies lifeless and blood pooling beneath them.

The room fell silent, save for the terrified gasps of the bandaged boy. He pressed himself against the door, his eyes wide with fear, trembling as Mira turned to him.

In a flash, she closed the distance. Her sharp fingers plunged deep into his throat. The boy gurgled, his mouth opening as if to scream or beg, but no sound escaped. Blood gushed from the wound in his neck.

Mira withdrew her hand, and his body stiffened before crumpling lifelessly to the floor.

The room was now a graveyard, drenched in blood, with Mira standing alone amidst the carnage.

The room fell into complete silence, leaving only the bunny girl standing in its center, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her once snow-white hair, as beautiful as freshly fallen snow, was now stained crimson with blood—her clothes, her face, everything marked by the carnage.

Atlas stood before her, his gaze heavy as he watched her. Mira's eyes had returned to their normal color, yet she stood motionless, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath.

For a moment, she didn't move, just stood there in the stillness. Slowly, the girl turned to look around at the gruesome scene surrounding her.

Her expression was flat—neither shock nor panic crossed her face. Even though she had returned to her normal state, there was no indication of remorse or fear in her gaze.

Does that mean she was conscious of what she did? 

Atlas wondered, his thoughts churning. 

Did she unleash her fury deliberately while in that form? Is that why she's been hiding her awakened status?

Mira began to move again, her steps slow as she approached her parents' lifeless bodies lying on the blood-soaked floor.

She sank to the ground beside them, dropping into a seated W-position with her legs folded under her.

She remained utterly still, silent, staring at their faces. Then, slowly, tears began to stream down her cheeks, but there was no sobbing. No cries or wails of grief—just silent, unending tears sliding down her bloodied face.

Atlas sat down beside her, his gaze softening as he silently kept her company in this devastating moment.

What will happen to her after this? he wondered.

Surely, there would be consequences. The boy Mira had killed must have been someone important—a child of influence in the city. It was evident from the number of bodyguards he had at his disposal and the audacity to command others to take lives without fear of repercussions.

Atlas sighed deeply. 

She's already lost everything… and now this?

But before his thoughts could spiral further, his attention snapped to Mira as a strange energy began to radiate from her body. A glowing magic circle formed beneath her.

Wait… is this it? 

Is this the moment she's chosen to become a Lord?

The magic circle flared brighter, its light enveloping Mira entirely. In an instant, the glowing runes consumed her, and she vanished from the room.

Before Atlas could react, the magic dragged him along with it, pulling him into its swirling vortex.

Atlas found himself in an entirely different place.

Oh… what is this? Wait—

He turned in every direction, taking in his surroundings. Mira was there, still dressed in the same bloodied clothes, standing a short distance away. 

But this was unmistakably a floating island.

However, it wasn't just any island. Lush green grass spread across the ground, vibrant trees grew tall and healthy, and colorful flowers dotted the landscape. 

Atlas turned again, marveling at the sheer vastness of the place. The island stretched far beyond what he expected, its edges obscured by dense forests. Even hills and gentle slopes added to the idyllic terrain.

How the hell...? How is this possible?

Why is her starter island so massive? And not just massive—this fertile, this flourishing?

"Woah…"

What?

Atlas turned at the sudden sound and froze when he saw Mira standing there.

But this wasn't the solemn, blood-stained Mira from moments ago. No, this was the Mira he knew—the Mira with the bright, familiar expression he had grown accustomed to.

"Beautiful…" she murmured, her voice filled with wonder as she ran forward, her movements light and playful.

Mira crouched near a patch of flowers, gently brushing her bloodied fingers over the delicate petals. 

"These flowers are so beautiful…"

Then, with a giggle, she added, "I can grow so many carrots here. I'll turn this whole island into a carrot paradise! Xi xi xi!"

The cheerful girl began darting around, exploring the island. She grabbed a bucket and started watering the plants. Stopping occasionally, she leaned in to sniff the vibrant blooms, her laughter echoing through the air.

At that moment, Atlas's vision went dark, signaling the end of his journey into Mira's past memories.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on his bed, now wide awake. He glanced toward the window and noticed the soft glow of morning light streaming in.

Was I really asleep all night?

Atlas sat up slowly, his head still spinning from everything he had witnessed. Delving into Mira's past had been an emotional weight he wasn't prepared for—it had left him feeling utterly drained and unsettled.

If her tale hadn't ended with her becoming a Lord, I don't think I could have rested without knowing what happened next.

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair.

That girl…

It was almost impossible to reconcile the Mira he knew—cheerful, innocent, and full of energy—with the girl from that harrowing past. 

Behind her bright smile and playful demeanor, she carried scars that ran far deeper than he'd ever imagined.

Shaking off the heaviness in his chest, Atlas stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. As he stepped out of his room, he was greeted by a familiar figure.

There she stood—a girl with snow-white hair and a pair of rabbit ears perched atop her head.

"My Lord, good morning! I've already picked the freshest carrots for you this morning," Mira said cheerfully, holding up a small basket filled with vibrant carrots. 

For a moment, Atlas simply stood there, staring at her, his chest tightening with emotion. Then, without a word, he stepped forward and wrapped her in a firm embrace.

This was the hug he had yearned to give the young Mira from her memories—a gesture he could only offer now to the Mira standing before him in the present.

"My Lord?" Mira murmured softly.

Atlas clenched his fists as he held her. He wasn't sure if he was trying to calm himself or if he was trying to give strength to the girl in his arms. 

Either way, he knew one thing with certainty: this girl had survived a hellish and tragic past. She had endured, and now she stood here before him.

"Are you happy on this island?" 

"Yes, My Lord…" Mira replied softly.

[Mira Springfoot has been upgraded…]

[Her talents have been merged…]

[She has unlocked a new talent…]

[Congratulations on upgrading your subordinate…]

[You have received 320 Arcane Shards.]

"From now on, plant as many carrots as you want," he whispered softly.


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