Artificial 7: Genesis Requiem

Chapter 52: The Last Scheme

(Artwork is done by AI. It's the final artwork of Genesis.)

Selena's POV:

I sent the squad down the other road towards AJ while I went down the snowy slope,
looking at the sky as it gradually got darker but not quite night time.
With me pointing a gun and Jin Kotomura and Himiko getting in the way,
causing me to fire and miss,
the alarms are going off like crazy so I throw on shades for eye protection against snow blindness,
put my hair into my hood and put my hood on that has white fur.
I snuck around the gate,
drew both my silver and black handguns,
and made a snow ball to stick in my mouth so Genesis clones don't see my visible breath.

Taking a page out of Simo Hayha,
AKA The White Death.
Simo Hayha was a Finnish sniper during WW2 who didn't use a scope and put snow balls in his mouth to avoid people seeing his breath and to avoid the glare of the sun being visible from his sniper. History lesson out of the way,
I plugged a Genesis clone from laying down flat behind anything that would obscure their vision.
I crawled my way to victory as my custom Exorcist uniform for the mission perfectly camouflaged me from the clones.

I would bury my guns in the snow if they got too close,
and they didn't notice a thing.
I kept plugging the ones I could,
and when I ran out of snow and started to feel metal,
I got up and bolted for the entrance, which was on the side of the building. On the inside,
there was a flight of spiraling stares on the right and equipment for digging up mana crystals on the left.
I ran down the stairs,
and at the bottom,
Genesis clones came to greet me.
Armed with bilit sticks and guns,
I plugged them before they could plug me.

The next floor down,
more awaited on a flat surface,
and they cought me on mid reload,
so I went all gunfu on them and killed them like a badass.
Once both were reloaded,
I holster one gun and called on the twins' power to pull out my ninjaken from a pocket dimension.
It was floor after floor of clones,
no sign of Futaba Mine in each room that I checked or Ingrid,
Genesis's little cyborg.
With each wave,
I blocked and swatted bullets like Kirito from SAO,
and I shot,
stabbed, slashed, and cleaved my foes in half!

Everything came to a point where I just shut off my brain and just killed for the sake of killing.
Now that Brandon is dead,
and I know I could have killed him with the twins's power,
I have no need to worry about my mental state.
I can just give into them, be like them, and accept the inevitable transformation into a Demon.
"Gaaaah!"
A Genesis clone cried out as his blood sprayed onto the side of my head.

I looked at each clone as they began to back away,
scared of me as I took off my hood and sunglasses,
revealing my killer gaze.
One of the many clones started having a panic attack or heart attack just from my killing intent alone.
I cut down more and more as I descended each floor until nearly my whole face was drenched in blood.
The rush, the high of winning, killing, and breaking my enemies.
It was the greatest high I could have! The sheer dopamine was unreal!

I dialed back the fun as I found an elevator that could only go down as this was the highest floor it could go to.
I wipe all the blood off my face as the elevator goes down,
and by the time the door opens,
I see Genesis pointing his Excalibur at Futaba Mine,
telling him to shut up and to get away from him.
"SIR! YOU DO NOT HAVE THE MAGIC COMPACITY TO AWAKEN SUCH A FOUL CREATURE! YOUR BODY WOULD SELF DESTRUCT BEFORE YOU COULD EVEN SUMMON IT. LET ALONE POSSESS IT!" Futaba cried out. "I DO NOT HAVE TIME ANYMORE! I'M GRATEFUL YOU PROLONGED MY REAL BODY'S LIFE SPAN BUT NOW YOU ARE NO LONGER NEEDED! EITHER GET OUT OF MY WAY OR HELP BOOST MY MANA SO THAT I CAN SUMMON THE ARMAGEDDON DEMON!"

I hide in the elevator,
so when Futaba runs in,
boom.
Instant handcuff to the wrist and attaching the other end to the elevator rails.
I made sure he wasn't handcuffed to the side that had the buttons.
Otherwise,
that'd be problematic.
I come out to greet my old friend.
Gun and sword in hand and a cold look to boot.