The Strongest Eriri in History

"Captain, what are you doing? Captain!" The other members of the trafficking team were shocked by the scarred man's actions, not understanding why he had suddenly gone mad and killed a teammate without warning.

Their only answer was a bloody long knife. The scarred man, after taking down the scrawny guy, continued to attack his nearby companions. If one observed closely, they would notice that although he wore a fierce smile, his eyes were filled with struggle and fear.

With no other choice, the others had to defend themselves against the scarred man's onslaught. As the leader of the trafficking team, the scarred man was naturally stronger than the others, but even so, he could not withstand the combined attacks of all the other members.

As the fight unfolded, various elemental magical and physical attacks were directed at the scarred man—lightning, ice, fireballs—all kinds of magic flew around, yet they did not affect the area where Eriri and her two companions stood.

Watching the traffickers suddenly turn on each other, Arifureta was puzzled: "Eriri, what's going on with them?"

Eriri replied nonchalantly, "Nothing much, just simple body manipulation. His consciousness is quite aware, nothing to worry about."

Arifureta, somewhat speechless, said, "You say that so easily, but this method is terrifying. Seeing your body attack your companions uncontrollably is quite chilling."

"Hehe, it's not that bad. If it weren't to make these traffickers despair, I would've made them disappear from this world already," Eriri chuckled. "Let them destroy each other. No need to show mercy to traffickers."

Myu, still nestled in Eriri's arms, touched her chin with her finger, her clear emerald eyes filled with confusion. "Eriri-sis, Arifureta-sis, what are you talking about? Traffickers? Killing each other?"

"Myu, it's nothing. Arifureta and I are talking about stories we've heard," Eriri replied.

Myu's eyes lit up, her face eager as she looked at Eriri, "What story? Myu wants to hear it too."

Before the group reached the beach, Eriri had set a barrier on Myu's sight and hearing, preventing her from noticing the traffickers and ensuring she wouldn't be traumatized by their gruesome end.

Around them was a force field with a faint spatial fluctuation. Any magic targeting them would be transmitted to the other side of the energy circle by the space power upon contact.

...

Ten minutes later, the scarred man finally showed signs of defeat under the combined efforts of the team members. At this moment, a fireball shot from a blind spot behind him, and before he could dodge, it hit his lower back, sending him flying forward.

By chance, he flew towards a young man wielding a long sword. Seeing the scarred man hurtling toward him, the young man steeled his heart and thrust his sword directly at the oncoming target.

Without a moment to react, the scarred man was impaled by the young man's sword and quickly perished.

Seeing this, the other team members ceased their attacks, relieved and some even collapsing to the ground. The fight had left them all with various injuries.

Ignoring his own injuries, the young swordsman withdrew his sword from the scarred man and walked silently toward a seriously injured teammate nearby.

This teammate, badly wounded with a deep gash in his abdomen from the scarred man's knife, lay unable to move. Seeing the young man approach, he assumed he was there to help, so he didn't raise any defenses.

The next moment, the scene with the scarred man and the scrawny guy repeated itself. Instead of helping, the young man slit the injured teammate's throat with his sword, killing him instantly.

The other team members, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, were shocked and leaped up, disregarding their injuries, and began to fight the young man again.

For the next while, the trafficking team members felt trapped in an endless nightmare. Every time they killed an attacker, a new one would emerge to repeat the same actions, eventually causing them to fight independently, trusting no one, resulting in an all-out brawl.

Soon, the team, which initially had over ten people, was reduced to just one standing survivor, while the rest lay lifeless on the ground. The last survivor was in a terrible state, covered in wounds, blood soaking his body, and his left arm seemingly blown off by a fire spell, leaving a charred stump.

Surveying the carnage, the last survivor laughed maniacally, "Hahaha... I'm alive! I'm the final victor!"

Suddenly, his laughter stopped abruptly, eyes filled with terror as he watched his body raise his remaining hand, clutching a half-broken sword, and plunge it into his chest.

Thus, not a single human trafficker survived!

By this time, Eriri had finished telling a story she had made up for Myu.

Eriri said with double meaning, "Well, that's the end."

Her eyes flickered slightly, and the energy surrounding them swept over the traffickers' bodies, making them vanish instantly and restoring the environment to its original state.

"Ah, is it over already? Myu wants to hear more!" Myu, who had been enjoying the story, pouted and acted coquettishly in Eriri's arms.

"Myu, be good. I'll tell you more next time, okay?" Eriri patted Myu's head with a gentle smile, "Besides, your mother is coming to find you."

Hearing this, Myu reluctantly lifted her head from Eriri's chest and looked around, "Where's Mommy?"