Otaku Translation: I! Anomaly Cleansing Agent! C168

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Chapter 168: and

"? Are you alright?"

Unaware that her slightly dim-witted younger brother would one day evolve into an ultimate powerhouse decades from now, scrambled out of the sponge-like ground and immediately wrapped her arms around Leon's waist, dragging him free despite his pale face.

"I'm fine... I'll be okay..."

Spitting out twice to rid his mouth of the soft, cheesecake-like tiles, Leon—now nearly drained—hastily deactivated the reality-altering power of the . He then pulled out the , attempting to apply it to his injured left shoulder.

"Is this the bandage you need?"

Understanding his intention, Veronica swiftly took the bandage and skillfully wrapped it around Leon's shoulder. Following his instructions, she pressed his bloodied right hand against the soaked bandage.

"Squeak..."

As the bandage released its "health," a grating sound of bones grinding together filled the air. Leon's shattered left collarbone slowly realigned, and the fragments of his broken scapula began knitting themselves back together.

Soon, a tiny metal sphere, smaller than a soybean and seemingly flattened by impact, was squeezed out from his shoulder as his bones and muscles reset.

This is... a from a ?

Upon recognizing the object, Leon's brows furrowed in genuine astonishment. His soul vision, enhanced to nearly three kilometers after leveling up his to gold, had detected no incoming malice. This meant the attacker must have been beyond his maximum range.

Even though he’d been hovering mid-air, making himself an easy target, hitting his scapula with such precision from at least three kilometers away with a small, soft pellet transcended human capability—it could only be the work of some anomalous power.

But… abandoning the Sacred Spirit Pendant and taking to the skies for a sniper shot was a spur-of-the-moment decision. How had the attacker anticipated it?

Could it be… ? Or ?

And yet, a power this extraordinary wasn’t used to save or rule the world—it was used to fire a single pellet at him? What kind of lunatic logic was that?

As Leon puzzled over this, hurried footsteps echoed in the distance.

Turning toward the sound, Leon spotted a maid from the cautiously sneaking around the building, approaching where he had fallen.

Seriously… falling from that height and still surviving?

Controlling the maid, who peeked out from the kitchen window, the short man grimaced in frustration upon seeing Leon unscathed except for a fresh bandage on his shoulder. He slammed his fist against the floor.

Should I take control of a guard, grab a gun, and try again? Or… uh…

The sight of Leon staring directly at "him," lips curling into a sly grin, sent both the maid and the controlling man into shivers. Without hesitation, they collapsed on the spot.

Meanwhile, several dozen meters away, a figure leapt from the second floor of another building, rushing toward the warehouse where the short man hid. Kicking open the door, they grabbed their "" body and fled without looking back.

One should know when they’re lucky. Escaping alive from such a devilish foe was already miraculous. To push further and attempt assassination again would surely cost them their last chance of survival.

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Strange… no ambush?

Observing the panicked retreat of the short man through his soul vision, Leon narrowed his eyes while reaching for the chief’s hair, puzzled by the enemy’s motives.

After waiting cautiously for a while and confirming that the attack truly ended without reinforcements, Leon exhaled in relief but remained baffled. After all the effort the rebels put in, they only fired one pellet—and then nothing? What were they after?

"Leon, the bandage seems to have stopped working."

At Veronica’s gentle reminder, Leon glanced at his shoulder and realized the stored "health" in the bandage had run out, leaving his injury partially healed.

Hmm… The Plague-Infected Bandage didn’t have much health left to begin with. Treating the scruffy old man earlier, reviving the princess, and now fixing my shattered shoulder—it’s no surprise it ran dry. I just need to replenish it.

"Stay close behind me, don’t stray too far."

After instructing the princess, Leon scanned the surroundings with his soul vision. Spotting a nearby kitchen with live poultry inside, he rose and led Veronica there to restore the bandage’s depleted health.

"Cluck cluck."

"Bawk bawk bawk."

Pushing open the door, Leon prepared to grab one of the tied-up chickens or ducks to extract health when he noticed a pair of curious, wide eyes amidst the flapping chaos.

"Big brother, who are you?"

"We’re here for the chickens and ducks."

After carefully examining the girl’s soul and confirming she wasn’t a rebel in disguise, Leon hesitated before grabbing a plump chicken. Considering the horrifying death throes caused by the Plague-Infected Bandage, he decided not to act immediately. Instead, he extended his other hand to cover the girl’s eyes first.

"Hiss…"

As Leon raised his left arm, his still-healing scapula screamed in protest, forcing him to suck in a sharp breath. Realizing he couldn’t manage the task, he turned to Veronica outside the kitchen.

"Your Highness, I can’t raise my left arm. Could you take the child outside for me?"

"Just call me Veronica."

Nodding in agreement, Veronica picked up the soot-covered little girl without hesitation. Clearly fond of children, she playfully bumped foreheads with the girl and cooed:

"You’re such a good girl. Tell big sister your name."

"Me?"

Blinking her crystal-clear eyes, the girl stretched out her coal-streaked hand and patted Veronica’s creamy chest firmly before answering earnestly:

"Phoebe. Grandma, my name is Phoebe."

"..."

At twenty-eight, considered a late bloomer among women, Veronica stiffened at being called "grandma." Pinching the girl’s cheek, she feigned irritation and corrected her:

"Big sister. Call me big sister."

"Grandma."

The girl patted Veronica’s chest again.

"No calling me grandma. If you call me big sister, I’ll give you candy. Keep calling me grandma, and I’ll spank your bottom."

"Then… give me candy first."

"Candy…"

Glancing down at her dress, which lacked pockets, Veronica rolled her eyes and resorted to empty promises:

"There’s definitely candy, but I don’t have money right now. I’ll buy it for you later."

"Grandma."

Smack.

This brat...

Watching the girl pat her chest black with every "grandma," Veronica sighed helplessly and gave up correcting her.

Meanwhile, the ending of squawks signaled Leon finishing his task inside the kitchen. Reapplying the bandage to his shoulder, he stepped out.

"Sorry for the disturbance, here’s payment for the chicken."

Nodding politely to the beautiful woman holding the child, Leon slipped two silver coins into her hand. Barely resisting the urge to glance at her chest, he mounted his Witch’s Broom and flew off toward the .

"???

Why did he give me money?

Standing dumbfounded for a moment, Veronica looked down at the two silver coins in her hand.

What does this mean? A breakup fee?

Pat.

"Grandma. Now you have money."

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