The Loss of Control of the Sun Star Princess

The world has a bright side, and naturally, a dark side. Beyond the good deeds performed under the sun, 　　shadows of evil

still exist unnoticed . 　　Tiandu Town is no exception. Decades ago, it was just an ordinary small town in the southern delta, where several tributaries converged. Its specialties were merely unremarkable agricultural and light industrial products, and its people lived quiet, even monotonous, lives. 　　However, with the rapid development of the entire country, the surrounding trade cities, designated as special economic zones, expanded rapidly like a money-devouring beast after a brief period of adaptation. Rapid expansion naturally led to a surge in size. In just a few years, the city's territory expanded several times over, like a snowball rolling downhill. Its economic influence extended throughout the entire south. 　　Tiandu Town, naturally, became an outlying area of that large city, and under new planning, it showed signs of becoming a satellite city . 　　Profit-driven merchants and gold diggers flocked to the town, bringing prosperity but also increasing crime. 　　Humming a tuneless tune, the girl moved swiftly through the town. 　　From this description, it's a scene common in any city, not even worth noting. 　　However, if the path beneath her feet wasn't an ordinary road, but rather ethereal air, things would be different. 　　It was only 10 PM; in a big city, this was just the beginning of nightlife. 　　Moreover, for many residents of Tiandu Town, a satellite city of a metropolis, this was a time to relax, having just returned from the bustling city where they worked. The streets were brightly lit, and people thronged both inside buildings and on the streets. 　　Yet, no one had the leisure to glance up. 　　The girl seemed completely unconcerned about being discovered by her startling movements. The girl's long, slender legs gently pushed off the edge of the building wall, and her body, which had been slightly falling, seemed to regain its momentum and take flight again. 　　Moonlight shone on the town, and the town lights diffused through the buildings. 　　At the boundary between moonlight and lamplight, the girl's delicate figure faintly glowed, and as she sped away, streaks of light were left behind, like wings of light spreading. 　　Leaping between the buildings, the girl's figure drew graceful parabolas. 　　"Almost there." The tune the girl hummed through her nose stopped, and her expression became serious. Her previously nonchalant eyes turned sharp. This was the edge of the skyscraper complex. The buildings further away were a kilometer away. 　　In this concrete jungle, there were also well-planned green parks. 　　They were originally a good place for ordinary people to stroll and relax. 　　However, at this moment, in the deepest part of the park, the emerald leaves used as green belts were stained with blood. 　　"No! Help! Help!" A man's terrified voice rang out in the park. 　　"Don't come any closer! What's going on? What is that? No, no... Help me! Are you all deaf? Can't you hear me?" The man's voice trembled as he frantically shook his head, sometimes looking into the darkness, sometimes turning to look at the area illuminated by the streetlights. 　　The park was located in a somewhat remote part of the town. 10 a.m. was still early for city dwellers, but for the surrounding residents, it was quite late. However, a few people were still strolling along the street illuminated by the streetlights. 　　To the man's despair, although his throat was already hoarse from straining, the passersby seemed oblivious. 　　Not only did they not come to help, but no one even bothered to investigate or run away after hearing his screams. The person closest to him continued to stroll leisurely. 　　On one side was the mundane scenery of everyday life, and on the other was an extraordinary hell. 　　Seemingly without considering what role that person could play, as if grasping at a straw , driven by the will to survive, the man leaped onto the green belt, ignoring the untrimmed branches that had reopened his wounds, and stumbled and sprinted away. 　　Only a few meters left, only a few meters left. 　　There was someone just a few meters away. 　　Someone! 　　The pain in his wounds seemed insignificant; the surge of adrenaline stimulated his brain , propelling his body forward. 　　After all, there was a monster behind him. 　　The last meter, his chest was already illuminated by the streetlights. Before any joy , his body suddenly jolted, losing his balance, but he didn't fall. 　　Because before the momentum of falling took effect, an even greater force was already dragging him rapidly backward . 　　"Ahhh!" As if sensing his impending doom, the man screamed, howling , while desperately reaching out to grasp the bushes in the green belt. 　　This effort did absolutely nothing to buy time. The bushes he was clinging to were uprooted and, as if on a conveyor belt, drifted backward with the man. 　　And at the very end was something indescribable. 　　Or, to be more precise, a living monster. 　　If one had to describe it, the monster had a toad-like body, its abdomen bulging as if pregnant, with white foam constantly rising from its grass-green skin like the foam that rises from a freshly opened beer. This white foam quickly solidified and changed color upon contact with its surroundings, becoming new parts of its bloated torso. And with the intensification of its movements, its body continued to expand disproportionately. Countless tentacles, branches, claws, hound's feet, and horn-like spikes roamed within its semi-waxy skin, appearing as if an aggregation of every living creature in the world. But this museum was anything but pleasant; instead, it evoked a nauseating feeling. 　　At the opening where the foam emerged, countless strange and deformed teeth could be vaguely seen, and what pulled the fleeing man back was a tongue sticking out from one of the mouths.

Strangely, the toad's torso had five or six pairs of smooth, white
limbs resembling normal female arms. Above the monster's head, a woman's face, at least a 70 out of 100 in beauty, was obliquely
covered like a hood.

As the man was dragged closer, this indescribable thing seemed to react
. Except for the two lowest limbs supporting its deformed torso, all its other arms—some raised high
, ready to pounce; some rubbed excitedly like children about to receive a toy; and
others swung wildly, sweeping the bushes within their reach.

From being stabbed to falling into the "thing's" arms, all of this happened in a mere few seconds
.

The monster made no sound; the only noise it produced was the soft rustling of its limbs sweeping through the undergrowth
. But from that poised-to-pounce movement, and the numerous wounds or gaping
openings on his body, filled with outward-turned, sharp or blunt bone-like objects, there was no doubt that once
the screaming man was dragged into her embrace, a huge, thick, bright red splatter would immediately erupt.

The girl, propelled through the air by the building's recoil, had reached the highest point of her parabola.
Having drifted hundreds of meters in the air, she would likely
land at least tens of meters from the scene.

That might be too late.

The girl didn't speak, her expression becoming extremely serious, a strange, apricot-colored
glint flashing in her eyes as she stared intently at the ground.

Her naturally East Asian black pupils seemed to shimmer with
a color more brilliant than the stars hanging high in the night sky. At the same time, the girl's foot continued to stomp downwards. What should have been empty air
inexplicably created a shallow ripple under her foot. Using this new recoil, the girl
adjusted her body and leaped downwards with the agility of a cat.

After crashing through countless branches, the man's dragging momentum stopped.

This wasn't because the man had fallen into the monster's embrace. Several meters away from the monster
, the man fell straight back to the ground.

Of course, this wasn't entirely the man's doing. Upon fully seeing the alien
object, now stripped of its disguise, "Ah!" Having observed its shape, outline, and appearance—
an indescribable creature—with the naked eye for the first time, the man immediately fainted. The

monster, however, reacted first. Almost simultaneously with the man's landing, one of the monster's mouths
opened , spitting out a red substance. It was a still-wriggling tongue, one side
oozing a strange sap like a sliced plant, while the other end was burning with pale apricot-colored phosphorescent light. Moreover,
the pale phosphorescent light spread upwards like a lit fuse, instantly charring the burned
areas .

The flesh, seemingly pieced together from human remains and a multitude of other oddities, looked grotesque,
yet its movement wasn't as hampered as its seemingly deformed body.

"##■■##△△#■!!" After spitting out the scorched tissue, the monster
roared , sending chills down the spine. Countless eyeballs appeared on its body,
surveying the world with malevolence.

But the next moment, the roar seemed to be abruptly cut off from the middle of its throat. No, this wasn't just a figure of speech; it was a true slit in the throat, with almost the entire chest cavity as

a bonus . 　　A new gash appeared on the alien's torso, as if a sword had suddenly appeared out of thin air , its tip slicing straight through the grotesque body. 　　The swollen flesh was almost unrecognizable as human. If we take the part facing a man as the reference point, the wound pierced through the monster's chest, roughly near its throat, then continued through its entire torso , emerging from its tailbone. 　　It pinned it firmly to the ground, and instantly, blood gushed forth. What was originally an invisible blade, after being soaked in that strange pus that was clearly not human blood, took on the shape of a greatsword. 　　The wound, nearly severing half of its body, would . 　　Yet, it failed to kill the monster; instead, it enraged it even more. Seemingly having pinpointed , all its eyeballs bulged forward, glaring at the intruder with hatred. The monster writhed , finding itself firmly pinned to the invisible giant sword, unable to break free no matter how much force it exerted. The sword, which had previously taken shape through the pus, now felt completely empty when grasped, as if it were merely a phantom projection, not a sword at all. 　　Yet, the fact that it was pinned down was undeniable. 　　This time, without even a roar, the monster strained its limbs on either side of its torso. The uppermost limbs controlled what had once been its head and throat, the others its chest and abdomen, and the rest moved about in its lower body, . A nauseating, churning sound of flesh and blood echoed continuously. 　　Almost instantly after being sliced open, the monster tore its own hand in half along the wound, the sticky , fleshy threads still covering the gaping opening. 　　Then, its two halves of the torso leaped up, seemingly unaffected , flanking the direction from which the sword flew. 　　"Fool." The girl shook her head, uttering her first words upon arriving at the scene. 　　Without even glancing at the monster charging towards her, she simply closed her eyes, spread her arms, and made a stop gesture. 　　Even though it appeared slightly smaller, the sheer force of the charge, no less than that of two heavy trucks, was abruptly halted. 　　Two muffled thuds came from the monster's two halves, or rather, its two heads, the already grotesque features distorted by the impact, as if invisible steel had appeared before them. 　　Immediately following her words was a crisp slap, as if the girl completely disregarded ; she clasped her hands together, producing a sharp crack.

As if pulled by two irresistible forces, the monster's two bodies were pushed
together from both sides, squeezed back together, and crushed into a heap.

"Gurgle gurgle~" This time, it wasn't the monster's throat that was making a sound; if you had to say
, the entire body of the thing that had merged back into one was trembling. The intense resonance made the air vibrate
and make sounds in the trembling.

If the monster's eyes all over its body were indeed vision, then it could see that the girl's
hands were clenched into a fist.

Although it had been constantly oozing pus, the monster, which had at least retained a large solid form, was now completely deformed. The
deformed flesh, which initially resembled a half-melted candle, trembled faster and faster, and the uneven flesh particles on the surface
became smoother and smoother, until the entire body looked like molten wax that had been scorched by a blazing fire.

"Hmph, still want to go down?" As if seeing through the other's intentions, the girl smiled coldly, letting
the other struggle.

The monster's almost spherical body appeared to be pressed against the ground, but upon closer inspection, one could
see that the bottom layer of its writhing liquid mass barely reached the melting grass
, never truly touching the ground. In other words, the monster was now about 3-5
centimeters off the ground.

The monster's almost viscous bottom layer appeared calmly round, but with
superhuman vision, one could see the subtle, rapid changes in the color of the slime
, indicating that it was still desperately resisting, trying to break through the invisible membrane binding it
.

"No need to waste your efforts. I've re-established the barrier that impedes perception; no one else will
see it. By the way, is that all you've got?" Watching the spherical, slimy, indescribable substance
churn wildly in the air, as if imprisoned by a cage of air, the girl slowly raised her hand.

Then, like a supreme monarch making a final judgment, her arm swung down like a sword.

A heavy thud resounded before them, like a giant hammer striking down,
deeply denting the top of the spherical object.

However, the monster was clearly not dead. After the thud, the gray sphere advanced instead of retreating
, countless fleshy threads surging upwards as if desperately seeking an escape route.

Unfortunately, the cage at the top remained. The counter-attacking fluids failed to penetrate
the air .

The girl chuckled lightly, "Quite energetic, isn't it? Well, for a monster like you, vitality is
truly commendable. Alright, try the next attack."

She raised her hand again and swung it down once more.

Another thud. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but this time, the monster's transformation seemed more pronounced.

However, this blow still didn't kill it. The viscous, grayish-black substance continued to struggle energetically
, immediately extending its body along the invisible barrier after being dented, once again filling
the "spherical wall." It searched in vain for a way out.

Then, in response, the girl lowered her arm once more.

It was like a child hitting a balloon, the balloon constantly deforming with each blow. But
unlike ordinary children's games, the dull sound emanating from the strange "balloon" indicated that the force of the blows
was anything but light.

And the invisible barrier firmly holding the "balloon" in place squeezed the monster relentlessly, leaving it no
room to escape.

Deformation, deformation, deformation, deformation, deformation, deformation, deformation, deformation, deformation...

After countless blows, the dark gray liquid gradually became like filtered sewage, still with
its ugly hue, but at least it became a little clearer.

The girl's eyes were fixed on the liquid, her arm rising and falling with precise, mechanical movements.

Transformation, transformation, transformation, transformation, transformation, transformation, transformation…

Finally, countless tiny sparks of light appeared
within

the relentlessly battered, alien liquid behemoth. After the final blow, ignoring the invisible barrier erected by the girl, pale golden glows scattered in all directions. The mangled remains of an animal, its original form unrecognizable, slumped to the ground and then shattered into pieces.

Only then did the girl nod, a relieved expression on her face. “Thank goodness I made it in time. It’s completely dead
.”

Demonic spirits without physical bodies parasitize other creatures, devouring their souls and seizing their possessions. From
this evolutionary process, they gain an eternally indestructible body and even greater power.

Humans are their favorite targets.

Fortunately, this demonic spirit had only possessed a weak animal and was destroyed before finding a new human
host .

The girl had previously read the files of other Star Chosen Warriors who mentioned that several years ago, they
had joined forces with a group of superhumans to fight a demonic spirit that had gained a physical body . It was
a horrific event that required the sacrifice of dozens of elite warriors to finally defeat it.

And that was only because the host was an ordinary person; if the host possessed a more powerful physique or even superhuman abilities,
the strength of the demonic spirit that used that body as its lair would increase exponentially.

It was said that in a city further south, several years ago, a Star Chosen Warrior was possessed by a demonic spirit, who killed
dozens of his comrades before escaping, and to this day, the demonic spirit has still not been successfully defeated.

With a slight wave of her slender hand, the invisible cage dissipated, and clear liquid poured back onto the ground like water.

Taking out her phone and checking the time, the girl silently nodded, "Hmm, it took 20 minutes to arrive, and 5
minutes to fight. Not bad."

Then, finally having some spare time, the girl's gaze fell upon the man lying unconscious in the green belt
. The man lying on the ground was simply dressed, looking like an office worker.

The wounds on her body looked gruesome, but upon closer inspection, there weren't many fatal injuries. The most
dangerous was caused by the demonic spirit's tongue, which, during its final capture, pierced through
the wound in her calf like a hook.

The bleeding had stopped.

The girl's delicate, willow-like brows furrowed slightly.

During the battle with the demon, she had taken a moment to use the power of Xunxing to
treat the man's injuries. The binding force field acted like a tourniquet, pressing the blood back into his body and preventing it from
gushing out endangering his life.

However, the real danger wasn't the massive bleeding.

It was the demon's poisonous miasma. As a Star Chosen One, she was protected by the power of Xunxing, so it was naturally
unaffected . But when an unprotected living person was touched by the miasma-laden creature's tongue, even a small amount
of miasma was dangerously corroding their body.

Fortunately, that "thing" hadn't aimed directly at the vital
torso to keep its prey alive and intact, only hitting the calf.

There should still be time. After confirming the man's body several times and injecting enough star
power to prevent the condition from worsening, the girl contacted the support team of ability users to take him back for a more detailed examination.

After watching the ability users who arrived later take over the scene, the girl finally left.

However, a legend circulated among the children in the surrounding streets afterward, claiming that more than one person had heard the lament
, "Ugh... why is my type purely power-based? Even if my star power is
guided by my own heart, I'm not some kind of tacky, violent girl! I also want to fight like everyone else, using a beam cannon
in a cool way!" And the sound seemed to be moving at high speed.

However, because this urban legend lacked the narrative power to spread,
it was only briefly mentioned a few times in the chat groups of the surrounding residents before fading away.

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