Yandere Levelling in Her World Chapter 192 193: No Rest for City

Anna edged closer on the narrow bed situated in their small upstairs room. The solitary light bulb hanging above cast a feeble glow. Her fingertips traced a gentle, teasing path along Ren's forearm. Looking up at him through her eyelashes, her cheeks bloomed with color.

"Ren," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I can't hold back any longer. My entire body is yearning for you right now."

Ren's breath hitched. He could feel the warmth emanating from her skin. His hand found her hip, his fingers pressing lightly. "Anna... you're driving me crazy. Keep touching me like that, and I won't be able to stop. Do you want me to make love to you like that day again when we were still recovering?"

A soft, low, breathy laugh escaped her. She flattened her palm against his chest, then moved it higher, her fingertips grazing the side of his neck. "Who said I want you to stop? Kiss me already and make love to me until I can't feel my legs."

Ren leaned in. Their faces were only inches apart. He could smell her sweet, warm breath. His lips parted, poised to bridge the gap between them.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion ripped through the floor below. The entire structure shuddered violently. Plaster cracked in the ceiling above. Thick clouds of dust rained down.

Anna reacted with lightning speed. She shoved Ren flat and threw her body over his, positioning herself to shield him completely. "Down! Stay down!"

A second blast followed mere moments later, this one even closer. The outer wall of their room groaned and buckled. A section of the concrete casing burst inward. Debris flew across the room, smashing into the bed frame and a nearby table. Smoke filled their eyes, stinging.

Ren coughed forcefully. "Anna! Are you alright?"

She remained positioned over him, her arms wrapped tightly around him. "I'm fine. Don't move just yet."

The intense shaking gradually subsided. They remained still, their breathing shallow. After a few tense seconds, Anna carefully moved off him. They both slowly sat up. Gray dust now coated their hair and clothes. Small cuts appeared on their arms from the fragments of plaster that had flown through the air.

Ren wiped his face with his sleeve. "Damn it. What in the hell is going on?"

Before Anna could utter a response, heavy pounding began at their door. The solid lock rattled violently. Someone repeatedly slammed their body against the wood.

CRASH!

The door splintered and burst inward. Fragments of wood sprayed across the floor. Three women stormed into the room. They were clad in dark tactical gear, their faces partially concealed by masks. One woman wielded a metal pipe, another held a knife, and the third carried a pistol at her hip.

Anna scrambled to her feet. "Who sent you?"

The closest woman lunged forward. She swung a swift fist, connecting solidly with Anna's jaw. Anna staggered backward, falling to one knee.

"Shut your mouth," the woman growled menacingly.

The other two women moved to flank her, fanning out. They quickly surveyed the room, their eyes scanning the wreckage, darting under the bed, and peeking behind the wardrobe.

One of them spotted Ren. "Who's the guy? He wasn't in the briefing."

The woman in the middle, clearly the leader, narrowed her eyes. "Doesn't matter. We take both of them. Move quickly."

Anna pushed herself up again, wiping a trickle of blood from her split lip as she prepared to unleash her power on one of the attackers. "You picked the wrong room."

The woman who had struck her stepped forward. She delivered another punch, this time to Anna's cheek. Blood splattered from Anna's mouth and nose. Anna crumpled to the floor, dazed.

The leader barked orders, "Hurry! The police will be swarming the area soon. We'll torch the place on our way out."

One of the women approached Ren. She grabbed his wrist and yanked his arm. "Up, now."

Ren remained seated. She pulled harder, but his body refused to budge an inch.

The woman frowned in confusion. "What the... this guy feels like he weighs a ton."

The other two women smirked at her struggle.

"Can't handle one man?" the woman with the pipe taunted.

"Shut up," the one gripping Ren snapped. She braced her feet firmly and tugged with both hands. Still, nothing happened.

Anna struggled to rise, glaring at her attacker. "Touch him again, and you'll die."

The woman laughed dismissively. She kicked Anna hard in the ribs. Anna gasped, falling back onto the floor.

Then, the woman grabbed Anna by her hair. She yanked Anna's head up, scrutinizing her face intently. Several seconds passed. Recognition flickered in the attacker's eyes.

"Hold on," she said, her voice suddenly filled with surprise. "This face... those eyes. Holy shit. This is Lady Victoria's missing daughter. The runaway bitch."

The leader spun around, her expression shifting. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. Just look at her eyes and face, even that faint scar. It's her. Victoria will pay triple, maybe even quadruple, for this one. That's way more than our original contract fee."

The leader's lips curled into a predatory grin. "Change of plans. Secure both targets. We leave immediately. Burn everything behind us."

The woman holding Ren tightened her grip. "Let's go, handsome."

Ren finally moved. He rose smoothly to his full height. His previously impassive expression had turned into a mask of ice-cold fury.

Golden threads materialized from seemingly nowhere. These thin, shimmering strands spread through the air like a deadly, intricate web, emitting a faint glow in the smoke-filled room.

Without any warning, a single thread shot forward. It pierced cleanly through the chest of the woman holding Ren captive. A perfectly circular hole materialized, and blood erupted forth. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as her eyes widened in shock. Her grip loosened, and she crumpled forward, meeting the ground lifelessly before she even touched it.

An oppressive silence descended upon the room.

Ren stood straight, dislodging specks of dust from his shoulders. His voice, though quiet, carried a deadly resonance. "I cherished that woman. You made a grave error showing me her blood."

The two remaining adversaries faltered, frozen in place.

"What kind of monster..." the woman with the pipe stammered.

With trembling hands, their leader brought her pistol up. "Take him down!"

Ren remained impassive. More threads erupted, one wrapping around the leader's wrist and wrenching it violently to the side. Her gun clattered away as she let out a howl of pain.

Another thread snaked towards the pipe woman. She swung haphazardly, but the thread evaded her defense and plunged into her thigh. She collapsed, clutching the wound.

Anna struggled to her feet, crimson streaks marring her face and shirt. She gazed at Ren, astonishment clear in her eyes. "Your power... you never revealed its true extent to me."

Ren’s focus remained on their enemies. "We can discuss that later. For now, survival is paramount."

The leader scrambled backward. "You're no human. What are you?"

Ren advanced, golden threads swirling around him like an agitated swarm. "Someone you will deeply regret encountering."

***

Below, the commotion escalated into a relentless storm. The aged boarding house reverberated with each surge of unleashed power. Liberators, clad in their varied attire, clashed fiercely against the robed women who had infiltrated the building earlier.

Flames of vivid blue erupted along the lobby's walls as a Liberator unleashed a barrage of fireballs. Facing this onslaught, a woman wreathed in crackling electricity countered, sending bolts of energy that splintered the surrounding furniture.

"Push them back!" a towering Liberator commanded, his voice barely audible above the cacophony.

A cold laugh echoed from another woman. "Do you fools truly believe your meager government can protect you? Judith is the architect of your demise."

Energies collided in dazzling explosions of light and sound. Shards of ice pierced the air, and waves of telekinetic force hurled bodies against the walls. A scream tore through the din as a gale-force blast lifted someone airborne, slamming them through a windowpane.

Amidst the swirling chaos, Silver moved with the stealth of a phantom. Her blonde hair was concealed beneath a dark hood as she hugged the ground. Her gaze swept across every shadow, navigating past toppled tables and shattered chairs. The battle raged around her, yet she remained indifferent. Her sole focus was Ren; she had to reach him, to ensure his safety.

A masked assailant spotted her. "Hey! Halt right there!"

Silver darted behind a sturdy pillar. The woman pursued, her hands glowing ominously with a green venom that dripped and hissed upon the wooden floor.

Silver rolled clear and sprinted towards the staircase. Another adversary intercepted her path, this one wielding chains that writhed through the air like sentient serpents.

"Going somewhere in a hurry?" the chain wielder sneered.

Gritting her teeth, Silver feinted to her left before sharply pivoting right. One chain grazed her sleeve, but she pressed onward. Footfalls pounded behind her. She reached the stairwell and ascended, taking the steps two at a time, leaving her pursuers behind.

Halfway up, a distinct hiss reached her ears.

A small canister tumbled across the landing, rolling to a stop at her feet. Before she could react, it ruptured with a sharp pop, unleashing a cloud of thick, gray smoke that engulfed her instantly.

Silver gasped, coughing raggedly. She flailed, trying to clear the air. "What in the blazes?"

The smoke clung to her like an oily film. Her attempts to move through it were met with burning lungs. A heavy lethargy settled upon her head, as though lead had been poured into her skull.

"This... this isn't ordinary smoke," she rasped, her own voice sounding unnervingly distant.

She stumbled forward, the world beginning to spin and blur. Her knees betrayed her, buckling beneath her weight.

"No. Not now."

With immense effort, she pushed herself towards the door at the top of the stairs, her hand smacking against the frame. Dragging herself, her boots scraped against the floorboards. Each movement felt like fighting through thick water.

The insidious smoke pursued her, seeping into her clothes, her hair, her very thoughts. Her vision contracted into a narrow tunnel.

She burst through the doorway, staggering into the cramped hallway. The sounds of the battle below still echoed, but now seemed miles away. She staggered towards the room where Ren and Anna had been.

Her foot snagged on scattered debris, sending her tumbling hard. A searing pain shot through her palms, yet she barely registered it. Crawling became her only option, her fingers digging into the floorboards as she pulled herself along, inch by agonizing inch, towards the fractured doorway.

A rush of cool, fresh air greeted her face as she reached the open window. The fire escape beckoned. With a surge of adrenaline, she hauled herself over the sill and dropped into the alley below.

The impact sent jolts through her bones. Landing heavily on her side, she rolled once. The cold concrete pressed against her cheek. She attempted to rise, but her arms failed to respond.

"What... what happened to me?" she whispered, her words slurring.

The alley swam before her eyes. Shadows writhed and elongated. She dragged herself forward on her elbows, gravel biting into her skin. Each labored breath felt slower than the last.

Approaching footsteps could be heard.

The steps were measured. Unhurried.

Silver struggled to lift her head. Through the obscuring mist, a figure advanced towards her. A slender frame. Short black hair meticulously trimmed at the jawline. Clad in a leather jacket. A face she recognized, causing her stomach to clench with dread.

The woman halted a short distance away. She lowered herself into a crouch, deliberately.

A faint smile graced her lips. "Sister," she whispered. "It has been an age since we last met."

Silver's eyes snapped open wide. The mental fog receded as recognition dawned.

"Drain..." The name escaped her lips in a whisper.

The utterance was frail. Her eyelids quivered.

Drain extended a hand, gently tucking a strand of Silver's blonde hair behind her ear. The gesture was soft, imbued with an unexpected tenderness.

"You were always so headstrong," Drain murmured, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Running away like that. Believing you could simply vanish. Yet, family seeks out family, doesn't it? That is what Mother always impressed upon us."