Countless places away, something had ended in a suicide clash. Thrown by force, a little girl taste meat fell, unconscious, towards new horizons. Below, on a peaceful and populated land, a resident felt the girl arrive.

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Coming out of her house, the girl saw an unidentified falling object coming straight towards her.

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By pressing various buttons, mechanical arms were raised and a force field arose to block the way to the fallen thing. Smashing head-on against the energy wall, the strange comer ricocheted and crashed further into the fields.

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Waiting a while for the smoke from this heckling to dissipate, the curious young vixen approached the crater to see what was going on.

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Burned here and there from her small body and partially naked from her waistcoat and her shorts completely torn, Angela had just finished her race in the middle of a field, a race hectic. Lying haphazardly and wearing an expression of intense pain on her face, the visibly ingenious farmer hastened to take in arms her and heal her.

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After a whole night of intensive care, Angela had regained some strength but was still asleep. She no longer wore her painful expression, and for the resident, it was a great relief.

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At these words, Angela feverishly opened her eyes.

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Rising slowly with the support of the one who had come to her aid, she struggled to come to her senses.

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Rising, bulging her chest, she put her fist on it solemnly.

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Angela wondered where she had ended up. Glancing around the room, she saw a lot of inventions and prototypes, typical of a person spending most of her time tinkering and inventing things. Her gaze fell on Frederica, and more particularly her chest, relatively generous.

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Angela watched her body, with bandages on her arms and legs. Trying to stand up, she felt a sharp pain.

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Laying down, Angela wondered why the pain persisted so much and why her regeneration hadn't worked. At the same time, Frederica explained to her how she had met her, which surprised Angela, but also Benoit.

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Angela then began to cry, to the astonishment of her host who did not know how to react.

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Frederica took Angela in her arms, like a loving mother. Angela in turn explained to her what had happened to her, which obviously shocked Frederica.

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Angela looked annoyed.

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Frederica was sorry for her, but loathed her helplessness. Suddenly, Angela remembered something.

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Joining her hands and making a circle with them, Angela recited a formula.

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From these words then appeared two small creatures of barely 50 centimeters. In front of the two girls stood a little puppy and a small dragon. The latter cracked Frederica.

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Angela was surprised.

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Looking closer, she noticed that the short-haired and energetic puppy possessed a goofy but surprisingly dangerous look. The dragon, more noble, had a domineering gaze and emitted a little body heat.

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At the mention of his name, Shamsal ran to Angela and jumped into her arms. Small as he was, he was almost harmless. But despite his size, he was quite heavy, causing Angela to fall backwards into the bed. Like a good puppy to his mistress, he tirelessly licked Angela in the face.

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Infamous walked away from Frederica's embrace and flapped his wings to Angela. Closing his eyes, he concentrated and emitted a weak psychic wave, however strong enough to be able to communicate with her.

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Also closing her eyes, she intensified Infamous' powers to allow him to speak more clearly.

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Angela was puzzled. For her part, Frederica wondered why the two stared at each other without speaking. It was then that, in quiet silence, came a great tremor from outside.

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Hurrying outside, Angela was delighted to see a good friend who hadn't changed so much.

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The tall fellow was over 20 meters. Frederica was dumbfounded at her window.

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Trying to join him, Angela struggled to fly away, but was able to do so anyway. Once in the air, she rushed towards him and embraced him with her tiny arms.

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Scyllah was worried about his little one.

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Getting to the point, Angela explained to him.

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She then showed him Shamsal and Infamous. At the sight of the star scent now as docile as a lamb, Scyllah couldn't help but laugh.

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Infamous saw red.

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Flying up to Scyllah's head, Infamous spat out a fireball that seemed overpowering to him. But in reality, it was a flame just good to rekindle a campfire. This gain of confidence did not leave Scyllah unmoved, who burst out laughing.

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Infamous, shocked at his own helplessness, was torn between a sense of shame and rage. With one breath, Scyllah propelled him to the ground next to Shamsal, who threw himself on him and began to lick him.

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Frederica did not know where to stand. When Scyllah noticed her, he asked Angela who she was, which made her shy and made her hide behind her front door.

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With a wave of his hand, he teleported Frederica to him. Instantly finding herself in front of a head several meters away, she was panicked and did not know what to do. It was then that Scyllah had an unexpected reaction.

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Frederica had not prepared to receive compliments from such a colossus.

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Scyllah could see she was scared.

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Suddenly, he downs his size to a few meters.

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Looking up and down at Scyllah, she saw him differently despite his appearance being the same. He seemed like a valiant and wonderful gladiator. She had a look of wonder now.

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Looking at her plasters and bandages, she saw no more wounds.

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Landed on a new planet she knew nothing about, Angela was lost. Noticing it, Frederica had an idea.

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He shrank another meter again to look more normal.

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Preparing to leave and securing her house, Frederica took her hosts to the market next door. Once there, they saw many displays, which delighted Angela who had never seen it with her own eyes.

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The quintet continued its way in this market in order to pass the time. Angela was amazed by almost everything.

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Turning to him, Scyllah was gone. Looking around, Frederica did not see him.

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Suddenly, they heard his thunderous voice not far from them.

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Scyllah had spotted a booth obviously intended to test the strength of the participants. Seeing this, Angela had a quick vision, a vision where everything around was destroyed.

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At her call, Scyllah stopped dead in his tracks, he who was about to give an uppercut with all his might.

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He then looked at his fist, realizing what he could have done.

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But Scyllah watched tirelessly at the punching bag. Angela obviously noticed.

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Positioning himself in front, he squeezed his fingers while restraining himself and tapped.

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Scyllah had blown away the punching bag in his excitement, even though he had restricted himself, much to the chagrin of the stand manager and Angela.

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Scyllah was satisfied. His imposing body impressed everyone. As for Angela, her exasperation had quickly given way to her usual amazement. She asked Frederica many times what were the things she saw, like a real child. Frederica was happy to have company.

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This question had not yet occurred to Angela since arriving on this world.

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Angela made her eyes wide.

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Angela threw herself into Frederica's arms as a thank you, who did not remain indifferent.

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He then made a crestfallen face. When Infamous heard that, he smirked.

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Pouting, the two continued as best they could. At the end of this market, they returned to Frederica's home, all smiles.

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She had now gained a sad face.

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Angela obviously had a misunderstanding of figures of speech.

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In unison, Angela and Scyllah saw their eyes twinkle. Infamous was also intrigued, but his pride kept him from being fully expressive.

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Angela then quoted two words.

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At this mention then appeared Shamsal.

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Turning around, Shamsal was glad to find Angela again. But he had something in his mouth.

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By removing this thing, Frederica had a bad surprise.

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In shock, she passed out. Shamsal, with a most innocent air, had brought back a bloody hand from an unknown place. After having lived her adventures, Angela was hardly surprised, but she in turn made sure to properly get Frederica to recover.

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Frederica then remembered what she had took.

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Relieved but still scared, she confided in Angela.

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The notion of parents escaped Angela, she who was born in a restaurant.

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Angela could see that despite her family motto, the loss of her parents still affected her a lot. She then decided to act to cheer her up.

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Frederica looked at her with astonishment.

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Angela looked shyly away.

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Hurrying to start, Angela listed various ingredients to Frederica. But the latter wondered what.

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Once at the crops, Angela looked at them. Closing her eyes, she analyzed the structure of the entire crop and compared things to find out what would be equivalent to what she knew.

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Frederica was a little embarrassed.

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Taking a bucket, she going behind a nearby hut. After 5 minutes, she returned with the bucket full.

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She then saw Frederica's suspenders hastily delivered and her chest slightly wet. Angela was afraid to understand.

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After this slightly awkward scene, Angela got down to work. Even if the first tests were absolutely inconclusive, Angela improved very quickly and showed good dexterity with the whisk and in the handling of kitchen tools. She peeled the saturnines to make bars. She also wielded gouradrops to make a paste similar to pancake batter. As for Frederica's milk, she curdled it for a few hours to make it like cheese. The energy released in this confection impressed Scyllah and Frederica, even Infamous seemed to be mouth watering. After all this work, Angela was finally done.

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Sitting down to the table, Angela served everyone with what she had made.

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Frederica seemed suspicious. She was looking at her Tacos with interest as Shamsal had already devoured his.

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Taking a bite, Frederica radically changed her mind.

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Neither too crunchy nor too runny, a perfect harmony. The temperature was also set brilliantly, and the ingredients contained in this modest gouradrops paste created a flavor like no other, that Frederica had to adore.

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After this small feast, everyone thanked Angela. Even that scathing Infamous felt compelled to congratulate her. Then came the time to go to bed. Although only Frederica seemed to need sleep, Angela stayed with her and faked sleep after firing her Destiny Bosses.

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Silence fell briefly.

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Angela was serious and had wondered this for a little while since her parents' story.

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Frederica did not know how to explain that to her or how to react.

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Frederica then froze. It was the first time she was called like that. As for Angela, she fell asleep next to her, without realizing what she had just said.

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Following this strange moment, the two spent a silent night. For Angela, sleeping was something new. She didn't have to, but trying it every once in a while was probably restful. After that night, morning came, with its gentle breezes and weak sunlight. Angela woke up slowly, alone.

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She imagined lunch awaiting her, which made her mouth water. Having nothing else to do, she waited at the table for the return of the one who had warmly welcomed her. But she was not coming. Waiting for a few hours, Frederica was made her wait.

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She then decided to go and see where she was. Interacting with the defense mechanisms and activating them by thought in order to protect Frederica's house as she did, she left in the direction of the market. She had noticed that her flower basket was not there, she had undoubtedly taken it to do her shopping. Through the stalls and displays, she did not see her, as if in reality she had never been to this market.

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It was then that out of the corner of her eye, she saw something that disturbed her.

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Looking away from the alley next door, she saw various other items that would have been left there, abandoned. Or fallen from a basket.

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Hurrying, she saw the flower basket, on the ground.

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At these words, she heard a cracking noise. But not a crack of branches or wood, a crack of bones. Angela then quickly turned her head and saw something that horrified her. Two entities, male in appearance, stood on either side of Frederica's lifeless body. One behind her held her by the back of her neck with one hand. The other, in front of her, held in his hand a dagger from which a suspicious liquid was flowing. With the backlight, Angela did not see the color of this liquid, but rather easily suspected his identity.

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Throwing Frederica's body away, the one who held it noticed Angela's presence. He informed the one holding the dagger, who then beckoned him to go and attack her to eliminate any witnesses. Angela continued to look at her friend's corpse, lying in a pool of blood, she hadn't noticed that one of the two assassins was rushing at her, all the blade out. But arriving a few meters from her, the accomplice lost his balance and collapsed with all his weight.

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The murderer holding the murder weapon was surprised. His colleague was a trained killer, losing his balance was in itself one of the mistakes he would not make under any circumstances. Looking at Angela, he felt a threatening aura emanating from her, causing him to adopt a defensive posture. But quickly, the aura became more overwhelming, more intense.

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Lifting her head, Angela had a freezing look of hate.

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Suddenly, the man lost his voice and his eardrums exploded.

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He threw his dagger at Angela, who crumpled to dust when she got to her.

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Angela glared, she had never reached such a level of rage. In fact, the accomplice who had previously charged her had died instantly on approaching her. Angela's presence, coupled with her deep sadness, instantly ordered the end of other people's lives. The very concept of this odious character had therefore come to an end. Nothing was left of him except an empty carcass. The same had happened with the murderous dagger. Its own atoms had been killed and nothing remained, like a direct erasure of existence. It is evident that the same fate awaited the remaining assassin. In the absence of a voice, he was thinking various things. This man was special, he obviously had supernatural powers that he seemed to retain in case of extreme emergencies.

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Releasing a murderous flame, she was annihilated by the aura of the young girl.

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A bluish flash having the particularity of affecting up to a subatomic scale. But Angela's lethal effect killed that attack again. The assassin repeated his actions as Angela walked slowly towards him, filled with hatred. Torrents of water, rays of light without form or matter, even psychic waves. But nothing helped, the attempted murders died without distinction. Then came the moment when Angela was a few meters from the junk.

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His mind clouded over then. Angela suddenly looked scarier, more domineering.

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A titanic pain then ran through the body and mind of the murderer. A pain so unbearable that he paradoxically wished death to quickly end it. But it didn't turn out like that. Angela, impassive, let him twist in pain, completely paralyzed in place. She who had just made a close friend, the latter had succumbed to the hands of infamous people, without her being able to come and help her.

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At that moment, even his thoughts could not convey a word. He could still live and feel the pain, but his mind had completely softened and couldn't think.

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She then ended the man's suffering by killing him instantly and then exploding his head and his four limbs. The assassin annihilated, she lowered her head, eyes into hair, and stared at the ground. Tears started to roll down her cheeks.

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Having briefly avenged Frederica in a stroke of intense anger, she wiped away her tears and looked skyward. Having decided to stay in solitude to prevent others from ending up like her two previous friends, she put aside her feelings and teleported from this world to the next Destiny Boss with, for goal, to finish this fatal destiny which had been imposed on her.