Chapter 116

This wasn’t a fight. It was a slaughter.

Just minutes ago, those three were so sure they had her cornered. Now, one was dead, and the other two were running like rats. Not that it would help. They had nowhere to go.

The underground parking lot echoed with frantic voices.

“Shit! She’s catching up! Is she even human?!”

“Shut up and split up!”

“Ahhh! No! Stay back! Stay the hell away, die, die, die!”

Gunshots rang out. Then, silence.

“Warren!! Answer me, Warren! Damn it. I’m gonna kill you, you little shit!” the last man shouted before his voice was cut off.

Silence returned to the parking lot. Against Noelle, even A-ranks meant nothing.

She was faster. Stronger. Smarter. They thought cutting the lights would turn the battlefield in their favor, that they would get to enjoy her fear, make her suffer.

Instead, they had just turned the place into her personal hunting ground. Three down. None left.

As she stood over the final body, the voice in her necklace chimed in. “Time taken: 1 minute, 42 seconds. Well done, Noelle. Mission complete.”

The dull emptiness in her eyes flickered away, replaced by a bright, childlike grin. “Obviously! I’m amazing!” she said, laughing.

The voice chuckled. “That you are. The best.”

Thousands of experimental units had been sent out into the world, each one stronger and deadlier than any ordinary human.

However, even among those elites, Noelle was different.

She wasn’t just the youngest one to ever be deployed. She was the only perfect transformer, the only one who had survived every single experiment, every single enhancement, without a single failure.

Now, all that was left was one last data check. If she passed, she wouldn’t just be another experiment. She would be the beginning of something far bigger.

“Noelle, status report. How bad are your injuries?” the lab tech asked.

She answered casually, as if she were just commenting on the weather. “Bullet is still in my left shoulder. My bone is shattered. Lost about 500 cc of blood…”

“Handle immediately,” the staff ordered.

“Roger,” Noelle responded, pulling down her clothes.

Her pale shoulder was drenched in blood. The bullet had torn straight through her shoulder blade. Without hesitation, she pressed her fingers against the wound and dug in.

A wet, sickening sound followed. Her fingers found the bullet, blood stained her hands.

Noelle, who usually whined over the smallest inconveniences, didn’t make a sound. Sweat dripped down her forehead, her breaths coming in short, controlled bursts.

With the bullet pulled out, she forced herself to breathe steadily.

Most people had zero control over things like their heartbeat or blood flow. They could move their limbs with precision, but their internal organs were out of their hands.

Noelle wasn’t like most people. The lab had done something to her, altered her brain, enhanced her body.

Within seconds, the bleeding slowed, then stopped completely.

Her body was already repairing itself at an insane speed. For a normal person, this kind of injury would take months to heal, maybe even leave permanent damage.

For Noelle! She would be good as new in a week. No scar, no trace it ever happened.

“Self-healing complete,” she reported.

“Alright,” came the response. She had healed even faster than they expected.

“We’ll send a team to handle the bodies,” the man added.

Noelle blinked. “Wait, seriously? That’s awesome!”

Honestly, even with the bleeding under control, dealing with three dead bodies was going to be a hassle, especially with Damon still knocked out in the basement. Someone from the mall could walk in at any moment.

Just thinking about it gave her a headache. For once, the lab was actually helping her clean up the mess. How considerate.

“Noelle, you have one more mission,” the staff suddenly said.

She frowned. “What is it?”

The silver necklace flickered, then came the man’s cold, clinical voice. “Kill Damon Anderson.”