Your parents, scientists at the Supernatural Anomaly Containment and Control Bureau, noticed your abnormality.
They didn't report you to the Control Bureau; they just kept you at home.
They knew the flimsy wooden door at home couldn't hold you, so they brought you to Australia.
Here, for some unknown reason, you couldn't escape the surrounding ocean, but prolonged discipline and control made you increasingly rebellious. At first, it was just parkour, skateboarding, bullying classmates...
Then truancy... You became an internet sensation through street-style short videos, becoming a new generation's rebellious idol among teenagers.
After that, you became addicted to theft, sweeping away various valuable jewels as a phantom thief, so arrogant that you even graffitied government buildings.
Eventually, you became the ultimate hedonist of the streets, and you also gathered a group of equally rebellious fair-weather friends.
It's just that parents are sometimes right, at least when it comes to "don't associate with those shady people."
Your drinking buddies betrayed you in the face of huge profits. You helped them steal most of a bank's cash, but they didn't want to give you the agreed-upon 80% cut, and they even wanted you, this freak, to be a scapegoat with no witnesses to take the blame for them.
Unfortunately, they failed.
As a gifted sprinter, you know what to do...
It's time to return this sport to its most primitive purpose—
Hunting your prey.
Serie's mouth slightly opened in surprise.
This Witch is even more significant.
Although her basic attributes are average among Witches, her abilities are incredibly strong.
Once she activates "Super Flash Shadow," her agility can directly skyrocket to S-rank!
This was the first time Serie had a Witch whose attributes could reach S-rank.
She just wondered if there was still room for improvement at S-rank?
What would happen if she continued to add attribute points to an S-rank attribute?
Serie continued to examine the fourth unlocked figure in the "Witch" interface.
Billy was like an restless current.
Years of sprint training had given her a small, compact, streamlined figure with no excess fat, long limbs, and clear muscle lines, especially her beautifully curved legs, which seemed capable of breaking free from gravity with a slight push.
However, what was most striking was her flamboyant hair color.
It was a color between cyan and purple.
Like the densest night sky above the city at dawn, with a few strands of "highlights" that seemed to shimmer like stars, resembling the neon lights of the city, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't highlights at all, but tiny electric arcs crackling and dancing through her hair.
Her face still held the childishness of a young girl, but it couldn't hide the indifferent ruffian air in her brows.
The girl's nose, adorned with a bandage, was straight, and her lips habitually held a slight curve with a hint of mockery.
Although she was a head taller than Serie—after all, a sickly girl who had been malnourished since childhood and an athlete who had undergone high-intensity training since a young age were incomparable in terms of physical fitness—it was still hard to imagine—
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