Sanshan Street, Red Port Station

Patches of light and shadow shifted in the dark station, following the movement of car headlights.

Trams passed one by one, taking away hurried figures and returning exhausted souls.

Merka sat alone on a seat, in the empty station.

Head hanging weakly, Merka fixed his gaze on the marble floor. He had lost count of how many times he had heard the sound of trains departing.

It felt like he was asleep, like he was dreaming, like he was dreaming of something from a long time ago.

That child Sisi...she's just a little stubborn. Thinking of the memories with Turing, Merka's sunken eyes regained some sparkle. Merka smiled sweetly.

This is the last train, Sisi must be on it, Merka thought in his heart.

The waiting area remained calm, filled with lonely and distant lights. A cold announcement sounded, stirring a small anticipation in Merka's heart once again.

"The last train is about to arrive. Please passengers, take care of your belongings. The station will close in 30 minutes. Please leave the station as soon as possible. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Oh? Isn't this little Merka? Why are you sitting here?" Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind, startling Merka.

Merka turned to look, and it was the Tide Witch. Clad in leather, wearing an exaggerated wizard hat, she looked very different from when he saw her in the shop. She appeared particularly sexy and formal at this moment.

"Miss Witch...you still scare people like a child even when you're so old?" Merka sighed, his gaze returning to the train approaching the station, slowing down.

"What are you here for?" A restless and uneasy feeling gradually filled Merka's heart, making his mouth dry.

"I'm here...to save the world." The Witch suddenly stopped her playful expression, a faint smile frozen on her face.

In Merka's incredulous gaze, the Witch pulled out the same small item he had seen in the shop.

A pitch-black iron.

A weapon.

A very small, very small handgun.

The Witch aimed the gun at the speeding train.

"Bang," the gun made no sound. Merka thought.

The sound of the firing pin hitting was something I imagined.

How could I hear the sound of the firing pin amidst the numerous rumbling noises?

In the moment of the Witch's gun firing, the carriage in front of the Witch and Merka shattered into thousands of pieces. The tremendous force far exceeded what the train could bear, causing it to derail.

In an instant, various magical fluctuations spread from the Witch's hand, exploding in Merka's mind.

The accompanying thunderous noise was even more intense.

The sound of grinding, of breaking through the air, the sound of iron wheels and glass disintegrating, various loud sounds mixed together like a swirling vortex in a violent storm, constantly tearing at you, attracting you, wanting you to shatter.

"Witch!!!" In the unmatched hurricane, Merka covered his ears, guarding against being swept away by the airflow, and shouted at the Witch.

Gradually, the entire station became chaotic, with wreckage everywhere. The train was broken into several segments, lying crookedly on the ground not far from Merka.

Not to mention whether Sisi was on the train or not, even in the off-season and the last train, there must still be people on board. Under such a disaster, the likelihood of surviving was not high.

Finally, the terrifying impact ended and Merka looked behind him, but the Witch had disappeared.

"I can't let her get away like this..." Merka said, trembling, but his steps were immediately stopped by the quickly changing reality.

A wave of magic fluctuations belonging to Turing, a natural and soothing sensation that Merka had felt before, accompanied by a flash, emanated from the carriage.

"Sisi?" Merka hurriedly walked over to the fortunate, still intact carriage, intending to open the door and save someone.However, the door of the carriage was pulled open by itself.

A woman, a woman who was completely unrelated to Turing, struggled to come out of the carriage.

Merka was surprised and used magic to probe into the carriage, but there was no trace of Turing inside, nor anyone else.

Why did Miss set up magic again at this time? the woman wondered to herself.

"Did you do that just now?" the woman slowly opened her bloodied lips, appearing calm and composed.

Merka stood there at a loss, wanting to explain, but not knowing how to. What happened just now was completely beyond Merka's understanding.

"Anyway, don't bother me anymore..." After a while, as if she hadn't seen Merka, the woman slowly started walking. She walked towards the exit of the station, leaving bloody footprints, heavy and slow.

Merka pondered for a moment, and suddenly his gaze sharpened. He ran up to the woman and opened his arms to stop her. "Excuse me, ma'am, could you please wait a moment? I seemed to have sensed the magic of my friend just now, can I ask you something?"

"And you are so badly injured now, I know a little bit of healing magic, let me help you temporarily." Merka's tone was sincere and urgent.

But what did it matter? In the woman's eyes...

"Heh...Friend, you're giving me face." A faint red light glowed on the woman's body. Although she was still bleeding in many places, once the red light passed by, the wounds gradually scabbed over and the swelling subsided.

Merka didn't know what else to say, astonished, he looked at the woman. Obviously, the magic she used was not some low-level healing magic.

"You clearly don't know anything..." Mud quickly splattered out from the woman's body, covering her entire body. The woman's rotted mask fell to the ground, replaced by a more ruthless and terrifying mud mask.

"How dare you stop me?"

"If it wasn't for you, Miss wouldn't have..."

The images of Merka and Turing being affectionate in the darkness flooded the woman's mind.

"You should just die!" The compound eyes on the woman's mask flickered with a deadly light. At a speed that completely caught Merka off guard, the woman rushed towards him.

"Little Gear..." Merka hadn't even finished calling the name of his familiar, when the grass in Merka's collar suddenly sprouted, wriggling and growing into a huge tree in an instant.

Vines, branches, sturdy trunks, the woman was immediately repelled and the train carriages were wrapped up as well.

The gigantic creature continued to grow, its body gradually covering half of the waiting area. The canopy of the towering trees made people involuntarily think that the size of this tree might have exceeded the range of plants.

What is going on? Is Little Gear really this powerful?

Merka looked at this towering tree in disbelief.

Although Little Gear had been restless since entering the station just now, Merka did not expect that once it was freed from its restraints, it could unleash such a great power.

However, fire was the natural enemy of wood.

After a violent explosion, the carriage in which the woman was flew into the sky. The woman tore at the burning giant tree and a dagger popped out of her palm, slowly walking towards Merka.

The closer the woman got to Merka, the more fiercely Little Gear rushed up to stop her. The struggle between them began at any cost.

Alright...I can only use this, right here. Merka frowned and placed his left hand on his own eye. If someone were to look closely, they would find that Merka's left hand fingers were clearly in contact with the eyeball, but Merka seemed to feel nothing.

As the woman approached, Little Gear tightened its grip. As more and more time was wasted, the woman's elbow turned, her fingers gripped the blade of the dagger, and she forcefully threw it towards Merka's head.

With a crisp sound of a strike, the woman froze in place.