Threads of magic condensed quickly, each coming from the bottom-left, top-right, and bottom-right directions. Even though it was just a small part of a net obstruction, the simultaneous attacks of these three threads effectively cut off any retreat for someone taller than around 1.6 meters. Luckily for Mewo White, this did not affect her at all, as no matter from which angle you looked at her, her height never reached that number. In situations like this infiltration, being smaller is an advantage; not only because it makes movement easier, but also because the small stature reduces the time needed for the body to react to stimuli.

Mid-slide, Mewo White tilted to the side, leaning back on her right shoulder as she deftly dodged the edge of a thread. In that instant, the fabric at the corresponding spot was sliced open; a piece of cloth flew upwards, only to be swiftly cut into countless shards by the thread above Mewo White's head. The sharpness of the thread was unquestionable, but while it served its purpose of hindering or dealing with intruders, it had an irreplaceable flaw: if someone bumped into the thread, there would be no warning sound to alert the patrol team in the distance.

In matters related to magic, orcs weren't particularly skilled; even the most knowledgeable orc in magic had no way of imparting warning functionality to these threads that were designed for harm. Otherwise, at the moment when Mewo White's clothing was cut, the patrol would have rushed over upon hearing the alarm, leading to the failure of the entire infiltration mission.

Considering this, Mewo White was fortunate not to have been born in a country where magic was the foundation of everything... Yet, even with these obstacles before her, there were undeniable imperfections. The difficulty of Mewo White’s mission remained high. The next moment, two threads were about to collide head-on with her!

To counter this, Mewo White, maintaining a slanted body position, swiftly turned her head and feet in opposite directions; her legs, momentarily suspended in the air, didn't touch the thread attacking from the bottom-right. As the thread passed through her original standing spot and moved rapidly behind her, she pressed her right hand to the ground to stabilize herself, maintaining a forward-facing handstand position to confront the threat of the third thread.

The remaining thread approaching from the bottom-left was coincidentally aimed at Mewo White's left leg; however, as Mewo White was in a handstand position, it was, in fact, her left hand that was soon to be grazed by the thread. Anticipating this moment, Mewo White instinctively made the next move. The thread was long and thin, but the contact surface it could create was not only narrow but also quite limited. Understanding this threat, Mewo White confidently maneuvered to dodge the third thread without having to adjust her position.

If someone happened to be nearby and looked in that direction, they would witness Mewo White use her left hand, on which she depended for balance, to expertly spin in the opposite direction, evading the approaching thread.

This action caused Mewo White to deviate from the trajectory of the thin line ahead, narrowly avoiding danger in the true sense.

Turning crisis into safety does not mean resting. Taking advantage of her current physical condition, which is in good shape, Mewo White is about to continue with the next move without stopping.

In her recent action response, she discovered a trick:

Do not slide through the corridor.

A forward somersault is most suitable at this moment;

because in this posture, the body often only needs to flip once to continuously avoid the magical thin line while moving forward.

Furthermore, the current situation also has another advantage for Mewo White:

There are no guards patrolling at both ends of the corridor. Until Mewo White reaches her big brother's room, she will not encounter any patrols.

This convenient reality is enough to make Mewo White's subsequent actions much easier, at least without the need to suppress her sounds anymore.

Thinking of this, she relaxed a bit, feeling that making some noises during her movements was no big deal.

With her concerns alleviated, the noise she made during each flip became louder as she increased her speed.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Like a quick gust passing through, her small shadow accompanied her continuous movements, swiftly moving horizontally along the corridor.

However, it doesn't mean that Mewo White would not feel tired and that her delicate body could keep moving endlessly.

In fact, as she was about to reach the end of the corridor, the trembling on her body's surface became more apparent.

It should not be forgotten:

Before meeting her "big brother," Mewo White used to live as a pampered princess, leading a comfortable life where everything was provided for her.

When had she ever pushed herself like she was doing tonight, staying up late and forcing herself to move around for extended periods without a proper rest?

Mewo White, like a delicate flower suddenly transplanted from a greenhouse into the outside world, would suffer from overexertion and an increased burden on her limbs, resulting in the current situation.

Just as she was about to reach the end, Mewo White suddenly slipped, causing her body, which was moving straight ahead, to uncontrollably fall backward.

The timing of the accident couldn't have been worse!

After the magic thin line ended its predictable movement forward, it quickly reversed direction and started moving back.

If Mewo White allowed herself to fall to the ground, she would likely collide with the returning thin line before landing.

She didn't want that kind of reality to come true, not because she was afraid of pain, and certainly not because she feared the word "death."

Analyzing the situation, Mewo White had never truly been injured until today and had not been educated by her family about certain dreadful concepts.

Growing up in such an environment, she harbored no fear of death, not to mention a fear of "injury" that she had only read about in books.

In fact, tonight, the only thing Mewo White feared was abandoning the plan halfway and not being able to reach her "big brother's" side.

The reason behind her obsession is rather complex:

The longer she spent time with him, the sense of familiarity that seemed to emanate from her soul gradually became stronger as if it was being revived.

Mewo White was cautious about some memories but still certain:

After meeting "Big Brother" before, she must have separated from him again;

It must have been a long separation, so long that the body would forget the past contact, distant enough for memories to slumber at the deepest recesses of the mind;

Perhaps only at this moment, Mewo White realized more clearly than ever before:

Her insistence on being with "Big Brother" was not only due to habit and his kindness towards her, but perhaps to a large extent because:

She wanted to make herself remember him again!

Not solely as an elder she met in the forest, but also to remember that person of the opposite sex!

How could she, who made such a decision, be content to have all her expectations disrupted by a careless mistake?

Swoosh!

In the split second before her back was about to hit the ground, Mewo White directed her strength downwards, straightening the drooping cat tail.

Thus, before her back landed on the floor, the tail acted as a pivot first, briefly touching the ground, or rather landing on it.

When the tail needed to support the entire body, interrupting the inevitable fall, it was firm, comparable to a metal rod;

As the fine threads "swooshed" closer, about to cut the edge of the tail, it was also full of elasticity.

If the cat's tail were seen as a "spring," then towards the middle section of the tail, in the blink of an eye, a flick upwards from the bottom occurred.

Scrape!

Mewo White had no intention of jumping, relying solely on her tail to spring up vigorously from the ground.

People will never know:

Just how long a cat can sleep, and how astonishingly resilient that fluffy tail can be in a critical moment!

The bounce of the tail this time was equivalent to jumping one or two meters in place;

Not only did it help Mewo White to distance herself from the danger behind her, but it also brought her to the end of the corridor.

In a moment as she landed, Mewo White seemed to transform into a gymnast, instinctively standing up and raising her hands high in victory.

In her state of joy, she did not notice:

The final wave of danger that was about to strike.

To explain, it must still start with the person who cast the spell:

That beastman buddy probably suddenly became clever at the last moment, thinking of a scenario:

If an intruder found a loophole in the defense, managed to break through the blockades, and entered the area at the end of the corridor...

In such a situation, the magic would automatically trigger the final trump card!

If the special vision used by Mewo White earlier to perceive fine lines could be called "bright lines," there were also "dark lines" to correspond.

Dark lines usually did not activate, their function required meeting two conditions:

First:

During the night.

The magical defense set up would only take effect at night;

Second:

An object with life signs, exerting weight on the area at the end of the corridor.

Unfortunately, both of the activation conditions happened to be met for Mewo White.

Ssshhh!

Four "Shadow Lines" paired up and simultaneously attacked in the direction of Mewo White.

The definition of "Shadow Lines" is not about being completely invisible, but rather about catching the target completely off guard at the moment of activation.

Mewo White's instinct for danger avoidance was first-rate, but it only helped her dodge half of the "Shadow Lines"; the two approaching from the other direction she truly couldn't avoid, especially since her body was tired and her cat tail had softened.

Honestly, Mewo White didn't want to give up, but she couldn't do anything at this moment, only watching as danger drew closer and closer...

"Oh, where did this disobedient child come from, not sleeping late at night and running here?"

The sound of the voice came just at the right time, thankfully not too late!