Plastic bomb

Objects from beyond the Earth have fallen; eyes of crimson see through the cosmos.
All the stars in the sky are enemies of humanity.
They call me a false god, but only I fly above.
The world is sick, gravely so.
I will heal it.

I Am Extraordinary Alone

The crystal ball clattered onto the wooden floor, and Yaha collapsed onto the table, as blood from her wrist gushed like tomato juice, staining her phone and the desk a dark red hue.


She knelt on the ground, instinctively trying to cover the wound with her hand, but only the broken forearm bone protruded from the flesh.


Wei Tianyang was completely unprepared; he instinctively ran up and embraced Yaha, only to hear her trembling voice, "My hand… give me my hand… I…"


He first removed his jacket, tightly wrapping Yaha's wrist in hopes of stopping the blood, then hurriedly picked up the severed hand from the floor.


The hand still held warmth, frozen in its last movement, and the joints tightly clenched the base of the crystal ball.


He inserted the severed hand back onto Yaha's wrist, then tightly grasped her hand.


Yaha looked up at him, her expression pained, yet still hesitant.


"Transfer the wound to me! I can recover!" Wei Tianyang urged.


Chapter 110: Black Fury