Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 440: Sister Anna’s decision.

"Not again!!" Zed, the speedster of the squad groaned. "Lasting solutions, anyone?"

Morris grunted and punched the beast in the midsection. His fist went through and came out without causing any damage. "It’s like punching jello." He shook his fist. How the fuck do you kill jello?"

"It’s body structure has changed." Hunter turned to Sunshine. "We must melt and burn it."

While others were already destroying the newly spawned tentacles before they could become dangerous, others reached for the dragonoids on their back.

"Phillip, switch with me." Morris bellowed.

Sunshine froze the beast and shattered it while searching through her space with her mind, looking for the perfect weapon to lend a hand to Hunter.

The frozen pieces on the ground trembled and melted as if water was boiling from the inside. The slime slithered towards other piles of slime, seeking to unite and regrow the body of the beast.

"Son of a bastard." Phillip cursed, igniting more fire at the liquid which was pooling together. It bubbled like it was boiling. And yet, even through this, the goo started to take shape slowly, fighting back against the fire.

"Enough! I have had enough of this slime." Nimo who lacked patience threw a grenade on the goo.

"That is not going to work." Major Elio told her. "It is reuniting despite the fire. The damn beast is too resilient."

Everyone braced themselves for the explosion, some even stepped back. But instead, they heard a hiss. Corrosive acid splashed across the gelatinous mass. The effect was immediate. A shriek came from the goo as its surface bubbled even more violently. That pile of goo dissolved, melting into a foul smelling thick green liquid that lacked life.

The team froze, stunned.

"...It worked!" Elio whispered, disbelief in his voice.

Other piles of the goo were regenerating.

"What are you all waiting for?" Sunshine screamed. "Get your acid grenades and send word to the surface. If they are fighting the same beast as we are, they should use acid."

Each member pulled their grenades from pockets or belts, hurling them at every bit of goo they could see. Explosions of hissing green mist filled the air; every pile of goo shrieked louder with each strike.

Sunshine got an entire spraying can filled with acid from her space and she went around watering the goo as if she was watering flowers in a garden.

Within minutes, not even the green sludge was left. The beast’s cries had died out and there was silence.

Major Elio turned to Nimo. "Looks like your impulsiveness saved us."

Nimo shrugged. The way she figured, if the acid could kill an alien bear, it could kill an alien octopus.

Sunshine patted Hunter’s head. "Can your radar detect anything else here?"

Hunter scanned their surroundings. There was no danger in their immediate vicinity, not even criminals. Sunshine finally breathed easier and turned to Nimo, holding out her fist.

"Good thinking." She complimented her friend.

Nimo blushed behind her helmet and mask. "Well, we tried everything from ice, fire, punches, wind, stones slaps, hammer, kicks. Nothing worked. Jello can soften if you pour lemon or vinegar in it. Acid is stronger. Sometimes the simplest solution is the easiest."

Phillip shook his head. "The watchers are truly masters. They have studied our abilities and sent us something that could adapt. Next time, we will skip the theatrics when we come across mutant beasts and go straight to acid."

O’Toole kicked him on the ass. "And if it is resistant to acid? Stop wasting time, we need to confirm if all these criminals are dead. Help those moving the children, collect the guns and then maybe set fire to this place."

Sunshine pressed the radio to her mouth, the static hissing like it already knew what was coming. "Corporal Trey, report," she said, keeping her voice steady through sheer will. "How bad is it out there?"

There was a pause, too long, long enough for dread to creep in around her ribs, and then his voice came through rough and uneven. "Ma’am... sorry for the delay."

Another pause. "The Mist is gone. Watchers pulled back. Area’s clear."

Sunshine closed her eyes for half a second, relief barely forming before he continued. "We have six dead civilians. Five injured soldiers, one from the elite squad and four from the junior squads. One was not wearing a helmet, a tentacle pierced through his neck, almost took his head off.

He was saved by Dominic and given first aid. A drone airlifted him back to the main base for surgery. But ma’am...he did not look too good to me. Brace yourself."

The last words were heavy.

Sunshine exhaled slowly, sorrow settling deep in her chest like cold ash. "Understood," she replied quietly. "You did your duty well. But I expect a full report on why one of our people was not wearing a helmet. My instructions on the dresscode for the mission were specific."

There was nothing else she could say that would change the outcome. The main base had secret medicines she had bought from Bjorn. Maybe something there would be used to save the injured soldier.

"We’re coming out now." She lowered the radio and stood still for a moment, letting the noise of the battlefield fade into the background_ the crackle of dying fires, the distant groans of metal, the soft cries of frightened children clinging to their legs.

It was over.

Then she moved.

Around her, more soldiers rushed inside, orders came sharp and efficient. The last children were carried out, strapped to the backs of soldiers.

Hunter followed Sunshine closely, body a little scorched, weapons finally retracting as her systems downshifted from combat.

Both were much happier to be back on the surface, in the light.

One of the armored vehicles pulled up and the children were loaded in carefully, medics climbing in with them, hands already working to examine the injured children.

The vehicle didn’t linger; it turned and sped off toward safety the moment the doors sealed.

The prisoners came next, those who had managed to survive. They had been stripped of weapons and bravado alike, wrists clamped in suppression chains, eyes hollow.

One by one, they were pushed forward, and Nimo personally injected the suppressant into the arms of those who were superhuman.

She had a smirk on her face as she announced, "This will take away your superhuman abilities. Since you cannot control yourselves from doing evil, we will control you. Personally, I would have preferred it of there was poison in these syringes."

Next to Nimo, Sister Anna filled the syringes with suppressant. There was a cold look in her eyes and a slight tremble in her hands.

The fear had nothing to do with the criminals and everything to do with her decision. She had switched the dosage. This was not the temporary suppressant; it was the permanent one. She had stolen it from the medic bay of the prison.

People that harmed children were not allowed to be given second chances. Not even if they reformed. They had betrayed God’s purpose.

She believed it was her duty to punish them.

If there were consequences later, she would face them with her head held high.