Liu Sheng felt lighter than air.

The Official Heroes’ HQ sat in Twin Towers City. Gu Xiangshi had once said someone there intrigued her, someone she wanted to watch up close. Yet that person stayed in Shangjing all day, leaving the three Official Heroes looking like left‑behind kids.

Then this afternoon, Gu Xiangshi called and told him to come meet her in Shangjing—alone.

Alone.

He bought a Mind Energy Skyrail ticket on the spot, rode through the night, and at dawn knocked on the chief’s office door.

“You’re here,” Gu Xiangshi said, head down, pen skating across paper.

“Yes, Chief. You called me to—”

Liu Sheng grinned, his features bunching like a flower under frost.

“We arrested the Mechbreaker.”

Gu Xiangshi’s tone was flat, like stating rain fell from clouds.

“Mech… Mechbreaker?! You caught her?!”

“She’s locked in a secret compartment half a level below the 90th floor. She’s weak right now. I called you to make contact.”

Gu Xiangshi finished the file, folded her hands on the desk, and looked up.

“Yes, I’ll go at once… but why me?”

“She’s good with Infinite Power. Your ability’s a fit, right? Reflect the rays back or something.” Gu sounded uncertain, like groping for a half‑forgotten note.

Liu Sheng bobbed his head. “Yes, yes!”

A chance to shine at last. If he could pry intel from that Mechbreaker, maybe the lady would promote him—give him a team of his own.

Afraid she’d change her mind, he hurried after the escorting PeaceWarrior.

Gu Xiangshi watched him vanish past the doorframe. A shard of ruthlessness, a mote of disdain, flickered in her eyes.

“Better suited to handle her?”

That one‑woman army?

A body whose base defense laughed off PeaceWarrior energy rounds, plus a flaw in his power that, in her eyes, might as well be written on his face—Gu hadn’t told Liu Sheng she summoned him across two provinces so he’d die.

First, he was the most eager in the hunt for Fang Tang; it might cool Yekase’s anger to feed her him. Second, he didn’t bother to hide his hunger for power and money; Gu had long wanted a reason to remove him.

But he kept clawing upward, snooping into Official Hero fund flows, angling to swap Twin Towers leadership while Gu was busy.

She’d meant to eject him. Now she had to erase him.

…

Meanwhile, Liu Sheng—unaware his fate was already braided by two women—reached the cell door. Like Gu, he pictured the room before he opened it.

A lunatic strong enough to encircle the Huaxia Branch alone. Could he really handle her?

No. She should be under the tightest restraint, watched from every angle, unable to move or use power. Nothing to fear.

They said Mechbreaker was eighteen, with striking looks. No matter how wild, stripped of power and locked away, she was still a woman. Gu Xiangshi letting them share a sealed room… surely that was tacit permission.

Smug, Liu Sheng straightened his collar and pushed the door.

Yekase’s two pale, slender wrists were cinched in silver bracelets. She curled at the bed’s wall‑corner, small as a bundled sparrow, head down, adrift.

Liu Sheng took one look—yep, above the line.

Not breathtaking, but definitely the type that drew a second glance in a crowd.

And her hands were cuffed. A beautiful girl who couldn’t fight back… Gu really sent him a gift. Worth the trip from Twin Towers City.

Liu Sheng strode closer, heart blooming.

Before he reached the iron bars that cut the room, Yekase noticed him and lifted her head.

“Oh. It’s you,” Yekase said, voice calm as still water.

…?

So steady? What card was she hiding? No—she’d been caught. Any hidden card would be spent by now. Right—she was faking calm.

“You filthy whore, listen up. I’m an Official Hero openly recruited by Shadow Curtain International, while you’re just a prisoner in chains. Let’s see how long you can keep up the act.”

He stayed wary, not opening the bars yet. The escort had said this Mechbreaker’s hand‑to‑hand was vicious; even without Infinite Power, she might strangle him with her chain.

Watch first. Confirm she’d truly lost all fight. Then go do what he liked to do.

Yekase ignored the filth and kept talking like it was small chat. “You’re Liu Sheng, right? Then eight hundred years ago, we might’ve been one family. Not that I think it’s a coincidence.”

“…Aren’t you ‘Ye’?”

“Hehe.”

“Hehe my ass!”

He yelled, then realized he’d let her set the rhythm. The thought pricked like a thorn.

“That reflection magic of yours feels like a certain white‑haired character—invincible in canon, torn to shreds in fanfics. So do I use pure oxygen on you? Or a magic killer? Shame, I don’t have those cheats.”

Liu Sheng laughed through his anger. “You’re a dead woman and still scheming how to beat me? You think you can walk out of here after the monstrous sins you committed?”

“Monstrous sins?”

Yekase arched a brow. “Leaving them alive is the monstrous sin. Without nukes, the world might get messy. Without PeaceWarriors, every corner of this planet gets better.”

Liu Sheng’s hand snapped up. A whip of gold lightning coiled into his grip, humming like a swarm.

No chant. A natural caster.

It was the first time Yekase had seen a mage—other than Jiang Bailu—who didn’t use Celestial Speech. And Jiang relied on psychic power, wasting that passive entirely. So this felt like her first real natural caster.

She watched with curious eyes. He took that gaze as provocation and slashed.

The lightning whip pierced the bars and cracked across Yekase’s body.

It shrieked, a mix of lash and shock.

“Wow! That hurts! Prisoner abuse!” Yekase yelped.

Liu Sheng’s grin turned feral. This was his favorite attack spell. It hit hard and humiliated harder, scratching his itch to conquer women.

Watching a pretty girl’s face twist and lose control under the shock made his flag rise—

“—But tell me, aren’t you an Official Hero? I’m cursing PeaceWarriors; why’re you so mad? Too much self‑insert?”

Yekase’s mask of pain flipped away like a Sichuan opera face‑change, leaving her as bland as a passerby.

…

His smile froze in two seconds flat. Heat flushed his face scarlet. The whip fell again and again, a storm on her curled body. Poor Yekase didn’t resist, arms over her head, screams ticking at a fixed tempo like a metronome.

The screams faded. Liu Sheng, still unsated, lashed her twice more, then stopped.

Yekase lay still.

“Heh. Passed out from pain? So that’s Huaxia’s big hero.”

Clack.

He opened the bars and stepped inside.

“Don’t blame me if I’m rough…”

He reached for her face, buried against her knees—

…?

He yanked her chin up and met a pair of eyes bright as flame, burning red.

“—!”

Yekase grinned and bit his right index finger before he could yank it back.

“Where’d this mutt—”

His brows speared upward as the stab of pain cleared his head.

Bad.

Mirror‑Copy Technique had a fatal flaw: it couldn’t handle zero‑sum vectors—explosions front and back at once, bullets from left and right—

And teeth that clamp from above and below.

No reflection. No escape. How did this “spent” madwoman have a bite like a steel trap?!

So this was an Infinite Power fusion—an Ascender?!

Where was that promised weakness?!

Gu Xiangshi’s smile at the door flashed in his mind. Cold sweat burst down his back like rain. His free hand didn’t even have time to shape a spell; instinct drove his fist into her face, again and again, hoping pain would force her to release.

But that earlier barrage of enchanted, brass‑buckled belt had already stacked her armor and resistance. Even if he remembered a spell, it was too late; he couldn’t crack Yekase’s defense.

A needle’s sting. Skin split. Blood seeped along her teeth.

“You remind me of a line: ‘Struck with the tail, crosswise and overlapping, and it won’t let go.’ From a Qing‑era storybook. Pretty fun,” Yekase said, muffled around his finger.

“What does that even mean?!”

“Name Liu Sheng, codename Zhongshan Mirror King, and you can’t read classical text? The next line is…”

Her teeth sank deeper. Blood slid down her lip like a red thread.

“‘Soon, it dies.’ Meaning: you’ll be dead in a moment.”

“You—rabid dog! Crazy hag! It burns! Let go! Hot, hot, hot!”

She wasn’t planning to just bite him. She began pumping Flash Energy into the wound.

Flash rounds won’t kill. Sky Strikers won’t kill either. But Heavenly Divide can turn church knights, armor and all, into ash. The gap is dosage—like a medicine that becomes poison.

She was forcing him to take a lethal dose of Flash Energy.

“Mirror‑Copy Technique—why won’t it work?! No target to copy?! How—”

Answer: Infinite Power.

Once Flash Energy enters through a symmetric wound, it loses direction like all Infinite Power. It simply exists inside the body, layered and inescapable.

“Aaaaah! Burning—burning! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have harassed you! I’ll change! I’m sorry I’m sor—”

Phantom flame leapt from Liu Sheng’s mouth.

His free hand clawed his chest. He collapsed, writhing like a hooked fish, then slowed.

Yekase kept her bite, still as stone, watching his motions shrink to nothing.

Silence settled like dust.

“Ptoo.”

His right hand fell limp to the floor.

Yekase eyed the open bars, huffed softly as she stood, tossed Liu Sheng’s corpse outside, relocked the door, and curled on the bed for a nap.