Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons-Chapter 273: Rescuing Charlotte (2)

Time was slipping away.

"North! They left ten minutes ago!"

Arthur grabbed Natasha by the hair. "You're coming with me."

He killed the last nurse with casual brutality before teleporting outside.

In the jarring transition, Natasha's index finger remained behind—severed by the spatial distortion.

"ARGHHHH!" She screamed, staring at her maimed hand.

"Shut up and guide me! Or your head detaches next!" Arthur glanced at the timer.

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"T-this way!" She pointed south with her bleeding hand, finally abandoning deception.

Arthur teleported repeatedly in that direction, each jump stretching his perception to its limits. With each spatial fold, Natasha lost more of herself—a hand, an arm, half her torso—but Arthur clung to her through her hair, needing confirmation.

'Just in case, my sister isn't in this one.' He thought.

After several jumps, he spotted it—an ambulance speeding down a desert road.

Inside the vehicle, the driver hummed along to Moonlight Sonatar playing softly through the speakers. The gentle arpeggios drifted through the cabin, creating an atmosphere of tranquil solemnity.

"So peaceful, so calm,"

"The precious cargo we carry on,"

"Miles to go before we're done,"

"No one knows what we've begun..."

He adjusted the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of the sedated girl strapped to the gurney in back.

Just another transfer. Just another day.

He never saw the space tear open directly in his path.

<userStyle> The driver looked up to check the barren road ahead.

His heart stopped.

Standing directly in their path was a boy—a goddamn kid—holding what looked like a bloody human torso by its hair.

"What is this demon?" he whispered, knuckles whitening on the steering wheel.

Flight instinct kicked in. No time to stop. No time to think. He floored the accelerator, the ambulance surging forward with a roar.

"DIE!" he screamed, aiming straight for the apparition.

The boy didn't move. Didn't flinch. Just stared with dead eyes as three tons of metal barreled toward him at eighty miles per hour.

The driver's mouth went dry. Something was wrong. No child looked like that—so still, so empty, yet so... hungry.

At the last possible second, the boy raised one hand.

'He's dead.' The driver thought.

The ambulance screeched to an impossible halt—no skidding, no inertia, just an abrupt stop as if it had hit an invisible wall. Two hundred kilometers per hour to zero in less than a second.

Surprisingly, the ambulance suffered no whiplash.

Arthur ripped open the back doors of the ambulance.

Empty.

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The countdown blazed in his mind like a red warning light.

"Damn it." He cursed, teleporting immediately next to the van driver.

Arthur materialised in front of the broken driver, holding Natasha's mangled corpse by the hair. Her dead eyes stared at nothing, half her body missing from spatial distortion.

"Where did you come from! Do you remember this nurse?" Arthur's voice was unnaturally calm despite the horror in his hands.

The driver nodded frantically, blood trickling from his nose. "Yes. Yes, she was talking to my colleague."

Arthur's eyes brightened with terrible hope.

"Where is your colleague?"

"Cardinal's Hospital. He left before me. We are going through the same route!"

"Direction! NOW!" Arthur's free hand clenched, and the driver felt space tighten around his throat. "Lie and die!"

"This way! Just further!" the man gasped.

Arthur grabbed him and warped space again.

Jump. Jump. Jump.

With each teleportation, more of the driver disappeared—legs gone, then pelvis, then lower torso—until he was just a living chest, head, and one arm, screaming endlessly into the desert air.

In the distance, another ambulance appeared on the highway.

Arthur stopped it with a thought. One hundred and twenty kilometers per hour to zero.

The driver inside lurched forward ever so slightly against his seatbelt, disoriented by the impossible physics. "What the hell just happened?"

The door behind him exploded inward as if hit by a battering ram.

A blood-soaked teenager climbed in, trailing pieces of what used to be people.

The driver's hand crept toward his holstered gun. 'Is this what they call a jinn? Those hidden creatures that live in the seas and deserts?'

Arthur ignored him completely, moving to the patient compartment.

And there she was.

"C-Charlotte." The word caught in his throat.

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The driver's gun cleared its holster. He aimed at Arthur's back through the cabin divider, finger tightening on the trigger.

Arthur didn't even look. Just flicked a finger without turning.

The driver's head exploded like an overripe fruit, painting the windshield and ceiling red. A barrier of compressed space kept the spray from reaching Arthur or Charlotte.

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No time for sentiment. No time for reunion. Arthur created a protective bubble around his sister's entire gurney—equipment, IVs, monitors and all. The space shield would protect her from the jump.

[7]

Reality warped one final time.

In the slums of the city, four men waited nervously in the shadows between decrepit buildings.

"How's he coming?" one guard whispered, checking his watch.

"Should be here by now," another replied. "Just watch these three alleyways. He has to come from one of th—"

The air cracked open.

Arthur materialized beside them, a gurney with a comatose girl floating in a shimmering bubble of distorted space.

The men gaped, frozen in disbelief.

"Hurry up! I'm Arthur, who Gates told you about!" he shouted, desperation edging his voice.

Without waiting for their response, Arthur gestured violently. The doors of their medical van tore open from the inside, equipment flying out to crash against the alley walls.

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He levitated Charlotte's gurney inside, carefully setting it down as her medical equipment reorganized itself around her.

[0]

The timer hit zero.

The otherworldly glow left Arthur's eyes and his body crumpled like a puppet with cut strings.

One of Gates' men caught him before he hit the ground unconsciously.

The four hardened mercenaries—men who had seen war, violence, and death—stared at the unconscious teenager in their midst. Their eyes moved from him to the girl in the van, to the equipment that had arranged itself impossibly.

'Who is this monster?' The thought echoed in each of their minds.

The leader recovered first, snapping orders. "Move! NOW!"

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They loaded Arthur beside his sister and slammed the doors. The van peeled away from the alley, tires squealing as it headed for Gates' private facility.

Behind them, in a trail stretching across the city and into the desert, lay shattered corpses missing impossible pieces—as if reality itself had taken bites from them.

And in the wreckage of two ambulances, investigators would soon arrive to find scenes that defied explanation.