[Killed a Low-Level Xeno.]
[+30 Memory Imprints]
[Caused a violent explosion at the Hongda Chemical Plant, left an indelible impression in one person’s memory.]
[+80 Memory Imprints]
[Left an indelible impression in the memory of one of them.]
[+50 Memory Imprints]
As soon as she woke up, Cyrene saw a series of messages appear in front of her.
“Hiss…
This is quite a big score.”
She blinked her eyes, repeatedly confirming the series of heart-racing numbers in her field of vision.
Then her gaze shifted slightly downward, fixing on the line describing the “explosion.”
“Only…
a violent explosion?”
Cyrene tilted her head, casting her gaze toward the other side of the living room.
At this time, Phainon was sitting on the single-person sofa, quietly looking at the phone in his hand, showing no trace of being the perpetrator who had just carried out a “terrorist attack.”
“Phainon, you wouldn’t have actually leveled that chemical plant, would you?”
Cyrene’s voice carried a hint of curiosity.
Hearing the call, Phainon’s finger paused on the screen, then locked it and placed the phone on his lap.
He turned his head, his golden pupils showing no ripple of emotion.
“I didn’t level it, I just helped it release its ‘inventory’.”
He raised his right hand and made a clenching motion in the air, as if the burning Great Sword were still in his grasp.
“Since that monster’s core structure compressed extremely unstable high-pressure electric charges,”
“I thrust ‘Dawnmaker’ into its chest, piercing its core.”
Phainon’s voice was low and calm, describing the scene at that moment.
“The Blazing Sun Fire ignited the high-pressure electric energy within the monster.
Then, the two raging energies collided, spiraled out of control, expanded, and released within that narrow cage of flesh.”
At this point, he paused, as if recalling the specific details of the event.
“The result was that the monster turned into a biological bomb with an astonishing explosive yield.”
“I see…
That must have been a spectacular sight.”
Listening to his description, Cyrene involuntarily imagined a scene of towering flames and sweeping heatwaves.
She nodded thoughtfully at first, then immediately began to remind Phainon:
“Still, be a bit more careful next time.
It wouldn’t be good if you got caught in the blast.”
As for what had become of the abandoned factory or whether it had caused any economic damage, it was completely outside her considerations.
After all, it was already a ruin, so it didn’t matter if it was blown up.
As long as Phainon wasn’t injured, nothing else was important.
As for the casualties affected by the explosion, she didn’t even consider it.
After confirming that there were no issues with Phainon, Cyrene refocused her attention on the System Panel.
She reached out her finger and lightly poked the air where the words “Kill Low-Level Xeno” were displayed.
“Hey, System, why are there 30 Memory Imprints added this time?”
She frowned slightly, recalling the data from last time.
“Last time, killing a Low-Level Xeno only contributed 10 points, but this time it’s directly 30 points?”
The pale blue light screen flickered once, and then the familiar mechanical voice echoed in Cyrene’s mind.
[Because even Low-Level Xeno are divided by their strength and the difficulty of the kill.]
[The Low-Level Xeno you had Phainon kill last time was extremely weak; ordinary human firearms alone could have killed that monster.]
[However, this time, the Low-Level Xeno had extremely strong survivability.
If its internal core wasn’t directly injured, it would be extremely difficult to completely destroy it using conventional means.]
[As the kill difficulty increased, the acquired Memory Imprints naturally increased with it.]
“So that’s how it is.”
Cyrene suddenly understood, and her initial confusion instantly transformed into irrepressible joy.
She sat cross-legged, resting her chin on her hands, her eyes curving into two crescent moons from her smile.
“This is truly great news.”
“I was actually worried, thinking I’d have to be like an assembly line worker, having to kill ten times just to gather one hundred points.”
“Now it seems that as long as I pick these ‘hard nuts to crack,’ the efficiency will multiply several times over.”
In her view, the so-called “difficulty” was simply not worth mentioning before Phainon.
As long as it was combined with her own Memory Imprinting and Phainon’s unreasonable combat power, there probably weren’t any Low-Level Xeno in this world that he would find troublesome.
In her great mood, Cyrene looked at the last prompt.
[Left an indelible impression in one person’s memory.]
This line of words made her smile recede slightly.
“An indelible impression…”
Cyrene chewed on this phrase, turned to look at Phainon, and her tone carried a hint of worry.
“Phainon, were you seen by someone?”
Although the System said “indelible,” this usually meant exposure.
Facing Cyrene’s question, Phainon didn’t hide anything at all and nodded calmly.
“Yes.”
“When I infiltrated the second floor of the factory, I found a person hiding there.
It should be an official observer.”
He recalled the scene at the time, his brow furrowing slightly.
“The speed at which ‘Dawnmaker’ pierced the core and triggered the energy rampage was faster than expected.
In order to prevent him from dying in the explosion, I threw him out as I was evacuating.”
At this point, Phainon sighed helplessly, a trace of annoyance flashing between his eyebrows.
“I just underestimated a human’s thirst for knowledge in a life-and-death situation.”
“At the moment he was thrown, even in the face of the blinding light, he still forced his eyes open.”
Phainon turned his head to look at Cyrene, his tone sincere.
“This was my mistake, I didn’t handle it perfectly, I’m sorry.”
Seeing Phainon’s serious attitude of self-reflection, Cyrene quickly waved her hands, leaned forward, and said urgently:
“No, no, no!
Please don’t say that.”
“In that kind of situation, saving someone was the first reaction anyway, you did nothing wrong.”
“If we had just watched an innocent person get blown up in order to keep a secret, that’s not something I would like…
cough, that’s not our style.”
She paused, then deflated like a popped balloon and slumped onto the table, her chin resting on the slightly cool surface.
“It’s just…
after this, you might have to hold out and hide even deeper.”
Cyrene reached out a finger, idly drawing circles on the table.
“The authorities have definitely recorded your features, and maybe now all the street cameras are searching for this ‘White-Clad Freak’.”
A sense of powerlessness surged in her heart.
She puffed up her cheeks and muttered somewhat discouragedly:
“It’s all because I’m too weak right now.”
“If I were strong enough, strong enough not to need to worry about any faction’s gaze, you wouldn’t have to be hiding like a wanted criminal.”
“Doing a good deed, yet still having to hide in the Shadow, this feeling is truly unpleasant.”
“It’s okay, actually I don’t…”
Seeing Cyrene’s dejected look, Phainon was about to offer words of comfort, but his voice was interrupted.
“No way!”
Cyrene abruptly straightened up, slapping both hands hard on the table with a crisp “smack.”
The previous lethargy had vanished, replaced by a face full of fighting spirit.
In those azure eyes burned the flame named “ambition.”
“I’ve decided!”
She stood up, hands on her hips, and declared loudly:
“Let’s set a small goal first!”
“I’ll collect Memory Imprints at the fastest possible speed and become super powerful!”
“So powerful that you, and all the companions we’ll Summon in the future, can walk freely in the sunlight!”
“Anyone who dares to point fingers at us, I’ll make them shut up on a physical level!”
The young girl’s voice was crisp and loud, echoing in the quiet living room.
Looking at Cyrene’s cute appearance, filled with energy and even flailing her arms and legs, Phainon swallowed the words he was about to say.
He looked at her, and on his originally calm face, the corners of his mouth slowly curled upward.
It was a smile from the heart, as if infected by the sunlight.
At this moment, the sunlight from outside the window happened to fall on Cyrene, making her entire person glow.
Phainon didn’t say any grand words.
He merely nodded slightly, his golden pupils reflecting the young girl’s figure.
“Alright.”
“Then let’s do what you said.”