“Under the crimson starry sky, pain is the only reality.”

Chapter Five: Sudden Uprising

Grace Hill finished reciting this sentence, and the Crimson Heart embedded in her chest transformed into a giant red lotus, covering her chest.

The pain became even more intense, but Grace Hill was already used to such agony, and instead, she became calm.

“How does it feel? Does it feel good?”

Henry Clark could sense that the source power within Grace Hill had clearly risen, almost by two levels. However, this power was not very stable.

Grace Hill's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, with faint flashes of electricity swirling deep within them. Her ponytailed hair also flew up.

With the surge of source power, various strange phenomena appeared on her body.

But the electric light in her eyes quickly faded, and her hair soon settled back down, returning to normal.

Grace Hill stretched out her hand, and a set of black, form-fitting battle armor swiftly covered her entire body.

The armor looked very metallic, and Grace Hill suddenly exuded a much sharper, more lethal aura.

Henry Clark felt a bit envious; the Crimson Heart was really useful. Now, Grace Hill's combat power had increased by at least one level.

As for the painful side effects of the Crimson Heart, they weren't really a problem for Grace Hill.

Her gene sequence mutation was in the direction of diamond, making her body exceptionally strong and resilient. She could endure the pain of the Crimson Heart and gradually get used to it. She could even grow through the pain.

Henry Clark, on the other hand, was not suited for the Crimson Heart. It wasn't just a matter of gender difference. His extremely sensitive perception would amplify the pain of the Crimson Heart a thousandfold, ten-thousandfold.

Suddenly, Grace Hill threw a powerful punch, her fist slicing through the air with a sharp whistle.

Grace Hill exhaled lightly and said, “Right now, I’m roughly equivalent to a level five warrior. With the Crimson Heart’s protection, I should be able to take on a level six warrior.”

She shook her head and added, “But I probably still can’t beat Old Carter.”

Grace Hill didn’t know William Carter’s true strength. But after seeing William Carter in action many times, she had a basic assessment of his power.

Even if William Carter wasn’t hiding his strength, in her current state, she might not be able to defeat him.

Although the Crimson Heart was useful, it was, after all, an external object—a weapon. How to use a weapon still depended on the individual’s skill.

Grace Hill was well aware of this. Whether in technique, strength, or experience, she was still far behind William Carter.

“No need to worry about William Carter, I’ve already taken care of him.”

Henry Clark said, “We just need to deal with David Miller now.”

To Henry Clark, the level seven David Miller was the only real threat.

Grace Hill was incredulous: “You killed William Carter?”

Head coach William Carter was every student’s nightmare. He was also the most terrifying enemy in Grace Hill’s heart.

Henry Clark just killed William Carter like that? It made Grace Hill feel a surreal sense of unreality, as if she were dreaming.

“Killed him.”

Henry Clark said apologetically, “I forgot to call you over. Killing him felt amazing. William Carter’s expression at the moment of death was priceless. It’s a pity you didn’t see it.”

Grace Hill felt a sense of loss. Henry Clark had grown so powerful that she felt she couldn’t keep up with him anymore. She couldn’t help him anymore.

Henry Clark thought Grace Hill regretted not killing William Carter herself, so he comforted her, “How about I leave David Miller for you to kill? That’ll be even more satisfying.”

Grace Hill was silent for a moment, then asked, “Who is David Miller?”

She had been at the base for over a decade and only knew William Carter as the boss. She had never heard of David Miller.

“David Miller is the real boss of the base. He’s the true culprit. William Carter is just David Miller’s lackey.”

Grace Hill’s eyes lit up: “Alright, leave David Miller to me.”

“There’s a small problem, though. David Miller is much stronger than William Carter. I’m afraid you might not be able to beat him, my friend.”

Henry Clark said, “The best plan is for you to act as the tank and draw his attention, while I take care of David Miller.”

Grace Hill nodded, “Okay.”

“You agreed so easily. Don’t you have any questions? You’re making it so I don’t even get a chance to explain my plan. I feel like such a failure.”

Grace Hill said nothing, just quietly looked at Henry Clark.

“Forget I said anything.”

Henry Clark smiled politely and continued, “The plan is simple. We’ll follow the security team over, and we’ll get to see David Miller. When I give the signal, you make your move. Leave the rest to me.”

Grace Hill nodded, then asked with some concern, “Are your eyes okay?”

Although Henry Clark was wearing sunglasses, his eyes behind them were always closed. This struck Grace Hill as odd, and she couldn’t help but worry a little.

“I’ve never felt better.”

Henry Clark grinned at Grace Hill, and said with anticipation, “Let’s have a good kill today.”

Grace Hill didn’t ask further, because even though Henry Clark kept his eyes closed, he moved as if nothing was wrong. It seemed that keeping his eyes closed didn’t affect him at all.

Of course, this was very strange, but since Henry Clark didn’t say anything, she wouldn’t ask.

“Bang bang bang…”

The door was pounded violently, and a rough voice shouted impatiently from outside, “33, hurry the hell up and open the door!”

Grace Hill’s gaze turned cold, a chilling murderous intent appearing between her brows.

“Calm down, calm down. Let’s kill the big boss first, then deal with the small fry.”

Henry Clark reminded Grace Hill, “Don’t get reckless, my friend.”