Chapter 40: Shamilu Alien
Time, three years ter.
Location: P Shamil.
“o…”
“Dad! Mom!”
“Children… our children!”
Beh the massive spaceship, a group of ruthless space pirates dragged the young Samilu people into cages. Two Samilu parents, frantic with fear, tried to rush forward to save their children, only to be violently kicked back by one of the pirates.
“Move aside! If I didn’t need you to breed more of your pathetic little ones, I’d have killed you all long ago!”
The pirate sneered from above, his voice cold and mog.
“Why do you always e to capture our children, you devils? You’re monsters!”
The parents fell heavily to the ground, their eyes burning with hatred.
“Yes, we are the devils,” the pirate replied with a cruel grin. “What of it? Your children are valuable. If we don't take them, who will?”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”
Uhe sorrowful and enraged gazes of the Shamilu people, the pirates erupted into wild ughter.
The Shamilu were a unique race, evolved from pnts. Their green skin shimmered faintly uhe sunlight, and twe, verdant leaves sprouted from their heads like a of their heritage. Sustenance for them was simple—they needed only sunlight and water to vert energy, allowing them to survive for years without eating.
But their most extraordinary ability y in their e to pnts. A siouch could make seeds sprout and take root within minutes. A barren field could bloom and bear fruit in mere days uheir care.
This miraculous gift made the Shamilu people highly sought after. iobles desired them as living ors, prized gardeo cultivate exotic paradises. Farmers across the gaxy yearo ehem, f their abilities to ripen crops and yield bountiful harvests.
And so, the Shamilu had bee one of the most trafficked sve species in the universe. Each year, space pirates desded upo Shamil to steal away their youth.
The elders, whose abilities waned with age, were ofte behind. Adults, though strong, harbored fierce resistand were proo esg even uhe harshest ditions. But the young—they were pliable, their minds malleable and ripe for indoation. To sve owners, they were the perfect prize.
For thousands of years, this tragic cycle tinued. Geion after geion of Shamilu childreorn from their families, destined for a lifetime of servitude.
“Dad! Mom!”
“Children… our children!”
The massive cage groaned as it was hoisted into the air, its bars imprisoning the g young Shamilu. Below, their parents screamed in anguish, their voices raw with despair.
They khe truth—the moment the cage disappeared into the pirate’s ship, their children would be lost forever.
Many parents of the Shamil people could not help but beg for mercy, but the group of cold-blooded pirates just ughed cruelly and were not moved at all.
The Samil people were not a race built for battle. Their stro warriors barely possessed a few dozen points of bat power, while even the weakest of the space pirates boasted over a hundred. Destroying their p—or capturing their children—was child’s py for suvaders. The Samil people could only watch helplessly, their desperate shouts and pleas falling on deaf ears.
But then—
“What’s going on here?”
A voice echoed across the sky, cutting through the pirates’ ughter and the Samil people’s cries. All eyes turoward the horizon, where a colossal beast flew toward them, its silhouette blog out the sun.
The creature nded with a thud that shook the ground, but it was not the beast that spoke. Standih it was a young girl a martial arts uniform, a red staff strapped to her back.
It was Wukong!
“Xilu! Milu! Why are you in that cage? Are you pying some kind of game?”
With an effortless toss, Wukong flung the massive beast aside and flew up to the h prison cage. Iwo Samil girls pressed against the bars, their faces pale with fear.
“Wukong, help us! Those bad guys are taking us away!”
“We’re not pying! They’re going to make us sves!” cried Xilu and Milu, their voices trembling.
Wukong tilted her head, her expression shifting as realization dawned. Even someone as carefree as her could see what was happening.
“Hey, you bad guys!” she called, her voice firm and loud. “Why are you taking Xilu and Milu? Let them go—they’re my friends!”
She leapt from the cage and nded gracefully on the ground, fag the group of stunned space pirates. Her pierg gaze swept over them as she pnted her feet and crossed her arms.
“I’m only going to say this once: let them go!” Wukong’s voice was anding now, a sharp trast to her earlier pyful tone.
The space pirates exged gheir surprise quickly giving way to sneers.
"Not from P Samil?"
"Where did this little girl e from? How dare she meddle in our affairs?"
One of the space pirates sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Maro, deal with her. If she’s not a Shamilu, it doesn’t matter if she’s killed."
"Heh heh heh… leave it to me." A hulking pirate stepped forward, a wicked grin spreading across his scarred face. Maro licked his thick lips, his bloodshot eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "I love dealing with little pests like this. Makes the screams all the sweeter."
He towered over Wukong, his imposing frame casting a shadow across her. "What's your name, little girl?"
The young martial artist stood her ground, her fists ched. "My name is Wukong. Sun Wukong."
Maro chuckled, his grin widening. "Sun Wukong? What a strange name. But it doesn’t matter. You’ve made a fatal mistake by crossing us. I’ll make sure yret it… all the way to hell!"
With a guttural ugh, Maro lunged forward, his massive hand reag for her like a predator snatg its prey.
But Wukong barely flinched. With a swift sidestep, she dodged his grasp with ease, her movements fluid and precise. Before Maro could recover, Wukong unched herself into the air, her fist drawn back.
BAM!
Her punded squarely in Maro’s abdomen. His eyes bulged as a strangled cry escaped his lips.
"AAAAAHHHH!"
He staggered back, clutg his stoma agony, before colpsing to the ground with a heavy thud.
The battlefield fell silent. The Samilu people and the remaining pirates stared in stunned disbelief.
Maro—one of their stro—had been killed in just one move? ! !single move.
"What a weak vilin," Wukong muttered, dusting off her hands. Her casual to through the silence like a knife, further shog the onlookers.
The pirates finally snapped out of their daze, panid fury taking hold.
"Maro was killed in just one move? ! " one of them shouted, his voice trembling.
"How could there be such a powerful creature on the p Shamiru? Check out her bat power!"
"5...50 points?"
"Impossible! Maro has 300 points of bat power. How could he be killed by a guy with only 50 points of bat power? The deteust be broken!"
"But, but my detector also shows that she only has 50 points of bat power..."
After a group of space pirates carefully detected Wukong's bat power, they once again showed expressions of disbelief.
How could a little girl with only 50 bat power kill Maro with 300 bat power in one move? How could this be possible! How could this be possible!!!
"Get her! Take her down first!"
"Yeah!"
The pirates hesitated for only a moment. They couldn’t prehend how someoh a mere 50 points of bat power had defeated Maro, who boasted 300 points. But the humiliation of seeing their rade fall fueled their anger.
With furious roars, a dozen space pirates charged at Sun Wukong, their ons raised and their movements coordinated.
Wukong’s sharp eyes locked onto the approag enemies. Her expression remained calm, her fidenshaken.
“Let’s do this,” she muttered.
Without waiting, Wukong dashed forward to meet the group head-on.
BANG! BAM! CRASH!
The battlefield erupted into chaos as Wukong moved like a whirlwind. Her punches and kicks struck with pinpoint precision, sending the pirates flying oer ahe g of ons falling and the thuds of bodies hitting the ground echoed in quick succession.
“Whoa! Arghhh!”
In just a few mihe dust settled. Wukong stood in the ter of the age, unharmed and unbothered, while over a dozen pirates y groaning on the ground around her.
The remaining pirates stared at the se, their mouths agape in shock.
First, Maro had beeed—fine, maybe that could’ve been a fluke. But this time, over a dozen of them, including oh a bat power of over a thousand points, had been taken down effortlessly.
“What… what is she?” one pirate stammered, his voice shaking.
“Where did this monster girl named Sun Wukong e from?!”
To be tinued…
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