With a single thrust, Dan Heng attempted to skewer the True Sting that was about to feast upon the Cake cats, and succeeded, splitting one into two.
Or, that's what appeared
Before their gobsmacked eyes, the True Sting split into two, now staring at the crew. Hissing in one part anger, two parts curiosity, and all parts hunger, they lunged at the stupefied March. "No!"
Just as they were about to munch on Marc's bright pink head, a thick, black arm jammed into one of their mouths. Tracing back, they saw it was Shinji who blocked its attempt at eating March. "Move! I can't keep my Blackstone encased arm for too long, otherwise they might notice it..."
Taking heed of his warning, the trio quickly retreated, scared at what they saw. Dan Heng especially, for with his vast knowledge he knew what they were. "How on earth is it possible for the Swarm to come into the Space Station, and without Herta taking notice!? Damn, we're in a whole heap of trouble..." As he was telling the others to retreat further, his heart sank further.
"Oh no, we've inhaled too much..."
With loud plops, they all fell to the floor, each going into their own fantasies and delusions. Shinji was the only one awake, for it seemed that one of his Purity Seals had burned away, saving him from the psychoactive properties of the pollen. "Damn..."
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Falling deep, Dan Heng went through his memories of his past...
Memories before his reincarnation
Glimpses of images flew through his eyes, as fragments of his past whizzed by...
A light-blue-haired woman, wearing a dark blue frock, held a sword in front of her as she held out one hand to him...
A tall, thin man, his long white hair tied into a ponytail with a red ribbon, swung a sword in front of him, his golden eyes filled with joy...
Swinging a hammer, a long, dark-blue-haired man with red tips at the end, forged a new sword, his red eyes concentrating on his work...
A young woman-
"Aaarrrrghhh!"
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"Hey, *******, do you think we'll be together forever...?"
"Yeah, we'll always be!"
"But aren't you gonna be a hero, *******?"
"Who said heroes have to be lonely?"
Then pain came, as the extreme heat seared her skin, the crescent blade embedded deep in her body...
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Loading Phoshpex bullets into his gun, Shinji quickly loaded a salvo into three of them. Watching them burn in writhing flames, while failing to replicate, brought immense satisfaction to him, for he felt his cells cry in joy at the sight of those sons of bitches pay for their crimes. The last one attempted to flee, but was quickly vaporised by the extreme heat brought forth by the lightning emitted from his fingertips. As he turned back to look at the state of the Cake cats, he heard groaning come from behind him.
Clutching their heads, the knocked-out trio clumsily got up, head spinning. "You're lucky I was equipped with Purity Seals. If not, all that bot would've seen were bones that were once flesh. Next time, don't be so rash..."
Feeling guilty, March attempted to apologise. "Mr. Shinji, I'm sorry for what I did-"
"Shhh! I heard something down, something big..."