Chapter 611 Doing It For A Reason

Chapter 611 Doing It For A Reason

"You...made a grave mistake by trying to kill a speedster like me and met your match, you evil thing. So obediently surrender...unless you want to get put down like a dog," Mr. Volt declared, his face contorting with strain and tension.

Thundering Reaper's eyes, a sinister dark yellow, flashed ominously under her mask, "Who met whose match?" she taunted, her voice a chilling blend of menace and mockery that reverberated through the stunned silence.

Mr. Volt's brow furrowed, a knot of dread tightening in his stomach as his instincts screamed danger. *BANG! BANG!...*

Behind him, the guards, acting as if they got possessed, unleashed a barrage of glowing blue bullets. The projectiles, infused with explosive mana, streaked towards their target with deadly intent. The force of their release was so tremendous that it sent the shooters staggering backward from the recoil.

The crowd gasped, a collective intake of breath as the bullets found an unintended mark—Mr. Volt's back. *SSHK! SSHK!...*

Small circular devices followed, clinging to his suit and detonating with a thunderous bang. "Aargh!" Mr. Volt cried out, the blasts ambushing him from behind. At the same time, he could not dodge them even if he wanted to, a puppet caught in a devastating storm of friendly fire.

The horror escalated as the crowd watched in disbelief, their screams filling the air. The guards had attacked their hero, a grave misstep in the chaotic fray. Why would they do that?!!

Amidst the confusion, a guttural "Hrrk!" cut through the noise. The pain from the explosions wasn't fatal but was enough to weaken Mr. Volt's defenses momentarily.

Thundering Reaper capitalized on this moment of vulnerability with terrifying precision. Her hand, a blur of motion and malevolent intent, shot deeper into his flesh. Mr. Volt's eyes widened in a mix of pain and shock, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as his grip on her wrist faltered.

Before he could muster the strength to counter, the dark yellow energy crackling around Thundering Reaper intensified. *ZZZ-KRAKK!*

With a grim determination and gripping his neck tightly, she surged forward, using her speed to turn Mr. Volt into a lethal weapon against his own guards.

Each guard they smashed into exploded in a gruesome display of blood and gore, painting Mr. Volt's suit in the crimson life of his comrades, his eyes quivering.

The scene was nightmarish. Mr. Volt, splattered with the blood of his comrades, struggled to comprehend the rapid descent into chaos coupled with her hand inside his chest.

But there was no respite. *ZZZ-KRAKK!*

Thundering Reaper's form blurred again, this time with a terrifying velocity, as she smashed him through building after building. The protective barrier around the city became a cursed loop, her speed a destructive force that left trails of shattered glass, twisted metal, and crumbled stone in their wake.

Turning to the forensic team, who were already donning their white coats and preparing their equipment amidst the ruins, Rachel took charge, "Collect any evidence you can, especially the mana signature she must have left. Don't leave anything out no matter how insignificant it seems," she instructed, her tone authoritative yet tinged with urgency, reflecting the critical nature of their work. The team nodded, spreading out with their kits as they rushed to the site of destruction.

—

Couple hours later,

The morning at the children's orphanage in Germany was marked by the gentle hum of activity as it awakened to a new day.

Nestled in a quiet area, the orphanage was a sanctuary, a place of warmth and nurturing for those who had none. As the first light of dawn stretched across the sky, the halls of the orphanage buzzed softly with the sound of small feet and the steady movement of caretakers preparing for the day ahead.

Among them, a woman was helped by another middle-aged woman who maneuvered her wheelchair through the corridors with practiced ease. Her long black hair was neatly tied back into a ponytail, and she wore a simple outfit of a full-sleeved black top and jeans. The soft whir of her wheelchair's wheels blended with the morning murmurs of the home as the woman helped her make her way to the staff office.

"Thank you, Ms. Potts," Anna said with a warm smile upon reaching her office.

"Don't mention it, dear. How can I not look after the kids favourite teacher?"

Anna chuckled softly as they came into the room. However, she noticed the unusual gathering of teachers and caregivers huddled around the television. The air was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the usual morning greetings. The screen blared the grim news: "Thundering Reaper once again strikes in Seoul! Fastest Man on Earth killed in cold blood and 500 Dead!" The room was filled with hushed tones and anxious faces as the staff absorbed the details of the devastating event.

Observing the news, Anna's dark gray eyes briefly narrowed as they settled on the screen.

But then her lips formed a wry smile tinged with concern as she addressed the room, "Everyone, can we please switch over to some other channel? The kids are coming and we wouldn't want our minds to be filled with such bad things when we teach them."

"Ah, you are right, Ms. Anna," one of the caregivers responded, a look of realization crossing her face. She quickly moved to change the channel, finding something more appropriate for the background of their day.

"Yeah. It's almost time. I don't want to fill my head with those gory images," another teacher added, visibly shaking off the grim mood as she turned away from the TV.

"Right. I have enough things to be scared of in my life," a third staffer muttered, trying to inject a light note into the heavy atmosphere.

Anna nodded appreciatively at their quick responses, placing her bag on the table and pulling out her notes.

As she began to organize her materials, her eyes drifted toward the windows, where sunlight was now streaming in, bathing the room in a soft, comforting glow. With a deep breath, she refocused on her tasks, getting ready to teach the kids.