Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1745: Chapter 1561: Void Bullet

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Gone was the pristine white laboratory Number Two knew. Here, flickering fluorescent lights cast long, harsh shadows across the cracked and chipped concrete floor. Cobwebs clung to the corners of the ceiling, and the air hung thick with the metallic tang of old blood and ozone.

Number Two, her once pristine white clothes now tattered and stained crimson, leaned heavily against the doorway. Her face, usually a canvas of mischievous defiance, was contorted in pain, a livid scar marring her previously smooth cheek. Her remaining arm clutched the hilt of a makeshift dagger - a poor substitute for the monstrous sword she had wielded just hours ago.

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A lone figure hunched over a workstation, their back to Number Two. Their ragged lab coat barely concealed the telltale glint of magical runes woven into the fabric. It was Skarn, the wiry strategist of Chaos, his normally focused expression etched with worry.

He didn't turn around at the sound of the door opening. Instead, he continued muttering to himself, his voice laced with frustration. "The readings are off the charts... temporal distortions... residual chaos signatures..."

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Skarn finally whirled around, his eyes widening in surprise. He took in her state, the grimace on his face morphing into a mixture of concern and disbelief. "Number Two? What happened?"

Skarn rushed towards Number Two, his wiry frame surprisingly agile for a man of his presumed age. He caught her before she could fully collapse, easing her down onto a nearby workbench cluttered with half-disassembled machinery.

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Number Two winced at the movement, her single hand clutching at the throbbing wound on her side. "She... underestimated me," she gritted out, a flicker of defiance returning to her voice despite the obvious pain. "But... she won't for long."

Skarn sighed, his gaze flitting between Number Two's injuries and the pulsating sphere in the center of the lab. "That much is clear. You're lucky to be alive. Her temporal manipulation is a nasty trick. But that's not the only problem."

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"The energy readings from the tomb... they've gone haywire ever since your fight with Incursio. The temporal distortions you unleashed must have disrupted the containment field."

Number Two's eyes narrowed, the defiance momentarily replaced by a flicker of fear. "You think... it might awaken?"

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Number Two let out a low growl, the pain forgotten for a moment as a surge of anger coursed through her. "Going back there so soon... after that humiliation?"

Skarn met her gaze with a steely resolve. "Humiliation or not, the consequences of a full-blown temporal anomaly are far worse. Besides," he added, a hint of his usual dry humor peeking through, "you wouldn't want all that chaos to fall into the wrong hands, would you?"

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Skarn nodded, a ghost of a smile playing on his own lips. "That's the Number Two I know. Now, hold still. This might sting a bit."

As Skarn pulled out a medical kit and began treating Number Two's wounds.

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"Incursio!" Sakuya exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise. Relief battled concern in her gaze as she rushed forward. "You're back. But you're injured!"

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"Just a scratch," she reassured Sakuya, forcing a smile.

"A scratch?" Sakuya scoffed, her voice laced with playful exasperation.

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Inside the cool, marble-floored palace halls, Incursio found the others - Artemia, her face