Chapter 40: Shamilu Alien
Time, three years later.
Location: Planet Shamil.
“Wow… wow… wow…”
“Dad! Mom!”
“Children… our children!”
Beneath the massive spaceship, a group of ruthless space pirates dragged the young Samilu people into cages. Two Samilu parents, frantic with fear, tried to rush forward to save their children, only to be violently kicked back by one of the pirates.
“Move aside! If I didn’t need you to breed more of your pathetic little ones, I’d have killed you all long ago!”
The pirate sneered from above, his voice cold and mocking.
“Why do you always come to capture our children, you devils? You’re monsters!”
The parents fell heavily to the ground, their eyes burning with hatred.
“Yes, we are the devils,” the pirate replied with a cruel grin. “What of it? Your children are valuable. If we don't take them, who will?”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”
Under the sorrowful and enraged gazes of the Shamilu people, the pirates erupted into wild laughter.
The Shamilu were a unique race, that evolved from plants. Their green skin shimmered faintly under the sunlight, and two large, verdant leaves sprouted from their heads like a crown of their heritage. Sustenance for them was simple—they needed only sunlight and water to convert energy, allowing them to survive for years without eating.
But their most extraordinary ability lay in their connection to plants. A single touch could make seeds sprout and take root within minutes. A barren field could bloom and bear fruit in mere days under their care.
This miraculous gift made the Shamilu people highly sought after. Cosmic nobles desired them as living ornaments, prized gardeners to cultivate exotic paradises. Farmers across the galaxy yearned to enslave them, forcing their abilities to ripen crops and yield bountiful harvests.
And so, the Shamilu had become one of the most trafficked slave species in the universe. Each year, space pirates descended upon Planet Shamil to steal away their youth.
The elders, whose abilities waned with age, were often left behind. Adults, though strong, harbored fierce resistance and were prone to escaping even under the harshest conditions. But the young—they were pliable, their minds malleable and ripe for indoctrination. To slave owners, they were the perfect prize.
For thousands of years, this tragic cycle continued. Generation after generation of Shamilu children were torn from their families, destined for a lifetime of servitude.
“Dad! Mom!”
“Children… our children!”
The massive cage groaned as it was hoisted into the air, its bars imprisoning the crying young Shamilu. Below, their parents screamed in anguish, their voices raw with despair.
They knew the truth—the moment the cage disappeared into the pirate’s ship, their children would be lost forever.
Many parents of the Shamil people could not help but beg for mercy, but the group of cold-blooded pirates just laughed cruelly and were not moved at all.
The Samil people were not a race built for battle. Their strongest warriors barely possessed a few dozen points of combat power, while even the weakest of the space pirates boasted over a hundred. Destroying their planet—or capturing their children—was child’s play for such invaders. The Samil people could only watch helplessly, their desperate shouts and pleas falling on deaf ears.
But then—
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“What’s going on here?”
A voice echoed across the sky, cutting through the pirates’ laughter and the Samil people’s cries. All eyes turned toward the horizon, where a colossal beast flew toward them, its silhouette blocking out the sun.
The creature landed with a thud that shook the ground, but it was not the beast that spoke. Standing beneath it was a young girl clad in a martial arts uniform, a red staff strapped to her back.
It was Wukong!
“Xilu! Milu! Why are you in that cage? Are you playing some kind of game?”
With an effortless toss, Wukong flung the massive beast aside and flew up to the hovering prison cage. Inside, two Samil girls pressed against the bars, their faces pale with fear.
“Wukong, help us! Those bad guys are taking us away!”
“We’re not playing! They’re going to make us slaves!” cried Xilu and Milu, their voices trembling.
Wukong tilted her head, her expression shifting as realization dawned. Even someone as carefree as her could see what was happening.
“Hey, you bad guys!” she called, her voice firm and loud. “Why are you taking Xilu and Milu? Let them go—they’re my friends!”
She leapt from the cage and landed gracefully on the ground, facing the group of stunned space pirates. Her piercing gaze swept over them as she planted her feet and crossed her arms.
“I’m only going to say this once: let them go!” Wukong’s voice was commanding now, a sharp contrast to her earlier playful tone.
The space pirates exchanged glances, their surprise quickly giving way to sneers.
"Not from Planet Samil?"
"Where did this little girl come from? How dare she meddle in our affairs?"
One of the space pirates sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Maro, deal with her. If she’s not a Shamilu, it doesn’t matter if she’s killed."
"Heh heh heh… leave it to me." A hulking pirate stepped forward, a wicked grin spreading across his scarred face. Maro licked his thick lips, his bloodshot eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "I love dealing with little pests like this. Makes the screams all the sweeter."
He towered over Wukong, his imposing frame casting a shadow across her. "What's your name, little girl?"
The young martial artist stood her ground, her fists clenched. "My name is Wukong. Sun Wukong."
Maro chuckled, his grin widening. "Sun Wukong? What a strange name. But it doesn’t matter. You’ve made a fatal mistake by crossing us. I’ll make sure you regret it… all the way to hell!"
With a guttural laugh, Maro lunged forward, his massive hand reaching for her like a predator snatching its prey.
But Wukong barely flinched. With a swift sidestep, she dodged his grasp with ease, her movements fluid and precise. Before Maro could recover, Wukong launched herself into the air, her fist drawn back.
BAM!
Her punch landed squarely in Maro’s abdomen. His eyes bulged as a strangled cry escaped his lips.
"AAAAAHHHH!"
He staggered back, clutching his stomach in agony, before collapsing to the ground with a heavy thud.
The battlefield fell silent. The Samilu people and the remaining pirates stared in stunned disbelief.
Maro—one of their strongest—had been killed in just one move? ! !
single move.
"What a weak villain," Wukong muttered, dusting off her hands. Her casual tone cut through the silence like a knife, further shocking the onlookers.
The pirates finally snapped out of their daze, panic and fury taking hold.
"Maro was killed in just one move? ! " one of them shouted, his voice trembling.
"How could there be such a powerful creature on the planet Shamiru? Check out her combat power!"
"5...50 points?"
"Impossible! Maro has 300 points of combat power. How could he be killed by a guy with only 50 points of combat power? The detector must be broken!"
"But, but my detector also shows that she only has 50 points of combat power..."
After a group of space pirates carefully detected Wukong's combat power, they once again showed expressions of disbelief.
How could a little girl with only 50 combat power kill Maro with 300 combat power in one move? How could this be possible! How could this be possible!!!
"Get her! Take her down first!"
"Yeah!"
The pirates hesitated for only a moment. They couldn’t comprehend how someone with a mere 50 points of combat power had defeated Maro, who boasted 300 points. But the humiliation of seeing their comrade fall fueled their anger.
With furious roars, a dozen space pirates charged at Sun Wukong, their weapons raised and their movements coordinated.
Wukong’s sharp eyes locked onto the approaching enemies. Her expression remained calm, her confidence unshaken.
“Let’s do this,” she muttered.
Without waiting, Wukong dashed forward to meet the group head-on.
BANG! BAM! CRASH!
The battlefield erupted into chaos as Wukong moved like a whirlwind. Her punches and kicks struck with pinpoint precision, sending the pirates flying one after another. The clang of weapons falling and the thuds of bodies hitting the ground echoed in quick succession.
“Whoa! Arghhh!”
In just a few minutes, the dust settled. Wukong stood in the center of the carnage, unharmed and unbothered, while over a dozen pirates lay groaning on the ground around her.
The remaining pirates stared at the scene, their mouths agape in shock.
First, Maro had been defeated—fine, maybe that could’ve been a fluke. But this time, over a dozen of them, including one with a combat power of over a thousand points, had been taken down effortlessly.
“What… what is she?” one pirate stammered, his voice shaking.
“Where did this monster girl named Sun Wukong come from?!”
To be continued…
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