Pretty, The Ninth Transmigrator and the Eight Impenetrable Kingdoms

Chapter 6 - Summit City

She knew there’s no point escaping now. Even without them doing anything yet, she’s probably already caught in their trap. There was no way they’ll put a heat sensor only in this place and not everywhere else, if not to lower down her guard. They probably already put some traps inside and outside the medhall. Not a second later, Pretty’s hunches were proven right.

The sprinklers in the ceiling turned on, blasting a yellow colored solvent on the whole medhall entrance and the staircase, The yellow liquid drenched her, her form starting to take form into a yellow outline of a person.

With her form exposed, from the mounted barrels at the four edges of the portico, five meters of octagon nets suddenly shot out swiftly and wrapped around her. Each of the angles of the nets had a specials screw in it that when it covered her, it immediately drilled to the floor. Her whole body was confined to that space, with only little space for her to move. She tested the net's strength by tugging it in her hand and it did not budge. She was trapped now.

Pretty debated to cut through the net, it’s made of synthetic fiber and with a knife, anyone could hack it. But she eyed the four barrels above her and decided not to. She suspected that the moment she cut to the four nets covering her, another set of nets could shoot out for her.

Pretty instead removed her invisibility and waited for the Summit’s next moves. She was oddly calm inside and she did not even feel a tinge of fear. Now that she was captured, her plans to escape might be close to impossible now but she would try to see it to the end.

Anyway, the worst that could happen to her was death. She already accepted this fact when she landed in the City yesterday. She knew there was a huge possibility that she would fail and die as a result. She already made peace with that. But even if she had expected it to happen, it didn’t mean she would just stand there and take it. As long as she could breath, she would try anything to survive. She would take any second to prolong her life, and if death was the only way out, she would make sure to make the most of it.

So Pretty stood there, with the sprinkler now drizzling her with blue solvent. The sprinkler was not that strong, it was only enough to wet her and make her body look like someone dropped a bucket of paint on her. A second later, the sprinklers changed its solvent to red, adding another color to her. She didn’t mind and just held her head down waiting for the Summit to make its move.

The sprinkler suddenly stopped sprinkling water all over the place and a row of Summit soldiers, armed with rifles, rounded up out of nowhere around her. They pointed their guns at her and she knew she had no way out now.

A middle aged man walked out from behind them and approached Pretty. Pretty’s eyes immediately turned colder. He was a tall handsome man, with dirty blond hair, dressed in a black dress shirt and pants wrapped in a white trench coat. He had the demeanor of a respectable and amiable man at the prime of his age. His name was Simon, and he’s the leader of the Truth Holders Summit.

Simon’s expression was in stern concern as he looked at her, sighing, “Long time no see, Pretty,” he greeted her.

Pretty fisted her hands. If there was no net between them, she would have lunged and tried to beat him up. But instead she held back her anger. A sliver of a plan was slowly forming in her mind.

Seeing her obviously disgruntled, Simon stopped approaching her. “Don’t think of doing anything funny, Pretty, or we will have no choice but to shoot you. You already have done more damage to the Summit– that terminating you outweighs the benefit of keeping you alive. But don’t worry. As long as you surrender and promise to repent. We will not hurt you.” Simon assured her. His voice then became gentle as he convinced her further. “If we have wanted that, we could have the Senior Officers apprehend you. If we wanted to hurt you, then you would not be running in the city unharmed. I hope the run in the city has lessened your temper.”