I Created Scientific Magic

Blaine imagined it in his mind. If he were to search this cabinet unknowingly, the other party could easily launch a sudden attack using the cover of clothes. If unsuccessful, they could jump out the window to escape...

This was undoubtedly the best hiding place in the entire room!

Realizing this, Blaine didn't hesitate for a second and unsheathed his sword without warning...

The soft hum of the sword blade sliding against the scabbard rang out in the room...

In an instant, the silver-white blade pierced the wooden cabinet like a knife through butter. Then, with a horizontal slash, the sealed cabinet was cut open!

Wood chips mixed with shredded cloth scattered into the air. However, the expected scene of blood gushing did not appear...

Blaine frowned slightly, a bit surprised. Did he misjudge? Was the target this time simply careless and left these things behind in the room?

Andre, who was startled by his companion's sudden sword draw, was about to mock Blaine for his misjudgment when a short sword suddenly extended from the narrow gap between the bookshelf and the wall, aiming directly at Andre's neck!

It was Lynn who made the move!

When Andre and Blaine discovered the money and manuscripts on the table, Lynn knew he couldn't avoid this encounter.

The narrow gap he was hiding in was not covered at all, relying solely on shadows and visual misdirection for concealment.

This was undoubtedly a very dangerous place, but the two came too quickly. Having just experienced a crossing, Lynn's mind was in utter chaos, and he didn't have time to find a better hiding spot or make arrangements. He didn't even have time to pick up the parchment that had fallen on the ground.

Once the two discovered that there was no one hiding in the cabinet and started searching the room carefully, they would find him soon.

So Lynn struck without hesitation!

Considering the lethality, Lynn did not use the already mastered, modified "Frost Blade." Within three steps, the short sword was far more reliable than the "magic" he had mastered!

He chose the moment when Andre saw the flying wood chips and relaxed his mind!

However, this seemingly certain strike missed. The moment Lynn struck, a strong sense of crisis surged into Andre's heart.

Before joining the Witch Hunt Squad, Andre was a renowned mercenary, constantly walking the edges of life and death. This ingrained feeling was all too familiar to Andre!

His keen instinct saved him once again. At the moment the short sword slashed down, Andre barely twisted his body, avoiding being beheaded.

But Lynn's ambush was too quick. Even though Andre moved to evade immediately, he couldn't completely avoid it; the sharp short sword left a deep wound on his neck!

Scarlet blood continuously gushed from the wound. Andre was both shocked and furious. The pain from his neck warned him that he was almost dead!

"Bastard!" Andre roared in fury, swinging his sword down to split Lynn in two.

The strike was both quick and heavy. Lynn barely had time to react, but his body naturally made a defensive move. The sound of sword and blade clashing echoed continuously in the room, causing one's teeth to ache.

Before this, Lynn had never drawn a sword to attack someone before. But fortunately, the original Carl was well-trained, and his muscle memory still existed.

Carl used this excellent swordsmanship to deter the ill-intentioned neighbors in the slums!

However, this time his opponent was not an untrained thief, but a witch hunter armed with Divine Power, far more agile than ordinary people and ruthless in his attacks...

Andre's swordsmanship was unsystematic, but each strike was vicious. After just three clashes, Lynn's hands were in intense pain, almost unable to hold the short sword steady.

"Die!" Andre roared, sweeping his long knife to knock the short sword aside, extending his left hand with thick knuckles to grip Lynn's throat tightly.

With his throat clutched, Lynn's face turned red, and his consciousness quickly began to blur.

[Warning, target of the pact is under severe life threat. According to Article 37 of the Federal Intelligence Management Act, the nearest law enforcement personnel will be automatically contacted...]

The sudden alert sound in his mind pulled Lynn's consciousness back from the abyss, igniting a glimmer of hope in his heart.

[Warning... no signal... Warning... failed to connect to the network... please proceed to the nearest high point to search for a satellite signal and promptly call the Federal emergency hotline...]

Shit!

Lynn cursed inwardly, remembering that he had crossed worlds. He couldn't even be sure he was in the same universe.

Damn, he should have saved the money he spent on the new ship and upgraded this annoying contraption's intelligence... Where was he going to find a satellite signal now?

Even if he could, would the Federal officers come flying in to rescue him?

But at this moment, Lynn had no time for regrets. The hand gripping his throat tightened like the grasp of the grim reaper.

[Warning... no signal, activating emergency protocol, analyzing highest survival probability. Based on user agreement, autonomously connecting to neural network...]

The alert sound in his mind became more urgent, yet Lynn couldn't hear it anymore. He felt as if his brain was exploding, his soul seemingly detaching from his body, observing the world in a strange state.

Lynn's dispersed spiritual power spread like ripples, and his perception of elements grew increasingly clear...

...

"Brown hair, black eyes, looks like we've found the right person." Seeing that Andre had easily subdued the target, Blaine released his grip on the sword hilt, glancing at Lynn a few times.

"Quite capable, little mouse. Since you're so good at hiding, let's cut off a hand and a leg..." Andre said with a sinister smile, touching the bloodstain on his neck with his left hand.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Andre vaguely felt that it was becoming hard to breathe, and the anger kept rising.

If it weren't for the thought that a living person was worth more than a dead one, Andre would have killed Lynn immediately.

For his companion's cruel suggestion, Blaine wasn't surprised. He casually reminded, "Just cut off a hand. Otherwise, you'll have to figure out how to carry him back. Make sure you do it cleanly, so he doesn't bleed out on the way!"

Andre, who had his back to Blaine, couldn't respond. His face was turning purple and blue. The long knife in his left hand fell heavily to the ground. His previously chaotic breathing became even more labored, and now he looked like a fish out of water, feeling as if his lungs would burst.

Ten years ago, when he was swallowed by a massive whirlpool in the Mist Sea, Andre had experienced this suffocating, death-craving sensation. Breathing was a luxury. If it weren't for his good luck, he might have rested at the bottom of the sea.

But now, he wasn't under the deep sea, and the attack just now didn't seem to have cut his trachea...

Andre gasped for air, yet his condition did not improve at all—instead, it worsened. His gray eyes bulged in their sockets.

What kind of witchcraft is this? Andre immediately understood that the wizard apprentice in front of him was up to something, but the severe suffocating reaction made him miss the chance to retaliate. The grip on Lynn's neck became weaker.

At the same time, Lynn, with his head lowered, suddenly moved. His tightly shut eyes snapped open, and at that moment, all the oxygen around him was drained away. A short sword shot upward, stabbing directly into Andre's throat!

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