The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 225: Trauma: I Am Seeing Clay’s Memories...

And despite her great power and eerie, suffocating presence, she seemed to genuinely care about those cute girls—I mean, boys—worrying about not hurting them when she stayed out too long.

Well, she was the strongest individual in this place, it will surely strain those delicate flowers.

But what did she mean by she would rape and castrate me?!

And she’d already started referring to me as a titan too.

As expected of a titan herself... she must have sensed something about my aura and my connection to the Fairylynch Demons’ sudden emergence.

She realized I had something to do with these parasites spawning in the first place, so I had to throw her under the bus.

If she ever got free again, I must’ve been out of this place by then.

And, despite their persistent claims, those boys were not manly at all!

They should just slap on vaginas already and call it a day.

If I ever told them that out loud, though, they might let Valentine out again; full rage mode with no time limit—and I really don’t think I should meet her anytime soon.

She already wants to castrate me and "fucking rape" me. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Maybe I’ll apologize by creating her a new body someday so she stops riding around in those poor kids like a bad roommate.

But that’s a problem for future Benjamin.

[...Uh, haven’t you been super quiet lately?]

I asked Sys in my head, realizing she hadn’t chimed in with a single comment or correction through the entire chaotic sequence with Valentine.

{Forgive me, Master. But was I supposed to say something to you?}

I winced internally.

That sounded kind of rude!

Okay, back to the battle raging on:

It had all but finished now.

Valentine had basically ended the Children available; thousands reduced to steaming puddles of grey sludge in minutes.

Only scattered remnants were being stabbed and purified, or disintegrated by the other fairies.

Plus careless golden flashes from Roselyn’s lingering shockwaves, and violet streaks from Claire’s blades, the occasional burst of light from distant support casters; it all affected the weaker Children.

The plain now looked like a war-torn graveyard: craters smoking, black ink pooling in low spots, the air thick with the odd tang of the spilled alien blood.

Ah, some cute girl with blue curly hair was waving at me frantically from the distance, bouncing on her toes like she couldn’t contain herself.

"I love you, Sir Benjamin! Please notice me already!"

"Stop bothering him, Rina!" Another fairy yanked her back by the cheek, dragging her away while she pouted dramatically.

More importantly, Claire now had a wound in her arm—a long, ugly gash leaking bright red down her sleeve, staining the violet fabric dark.

Roselyn also was visibly exhausted, with her chest heaving with heavy breaths, sweat glistening on her dark skin as she braced one hand on her knee.

And Clay... uhm, she was still raring to go: her violet hair wild, poker face intact, her fist dripping ichors like she could keep swinging it for days.

But it had turned bad for those other two.

Maybe I should intervene now?

Step in and heal Claire’s wound, then give Roselyn a breather or something.

However, before I made any moves, Clay changed.

At the corner of her deranged, unfocused eyes, she caught sight of blood rolling slowly down her twin’s arm: the thick crimson trails against the pale skin.

And I think something cracked inside her head.

Without even looking, she swung her broken club in a wide, blind spin.

The Second Born—already regenerating from a previous hit—was caught square in the torso and sent flying a great distance.

It tumbled end over end across the plain like a ragdoll, crashing through small clusters of lesser Children before slamming into a boulder far off with a distant boom that cracked the stone.

And with a single, earth-shaking stomp of her small foot, the Sixth Born there burst into black paste, its grey flesh exploding outward in a wet spray, limbs and torso liquefying instantly under the pressure of her raw power.

"C... Coal... your arm..." For the first time since the battle started, Clay spoke aloud. Her voice was soft, trembling, sounding childlike, and cracking on every syllable. "There’s blood... on your arm, Coal...!"

Huh? Who’s Coal?

[Oh crap!] [Rose]

Claire and Roselyn immediately tensed up at Clay’s palpable concern; the shift in her tone and the sudden fragility beneath the murder machine.

"Don’t worry, Clay, Big sis is alright," Claire smiled and said cheerfully, lifting her wounded arm like it was nothing, though fresh blood dripped from her fingertips. "It was seriously just a scratch. See? I will heal it now... Okay?"

"My fault... I’m not strong enough. My fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, myfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmy faultmyfault!!"

Uh-oh.

That sounded like trauma talking; deep, old wounds ripping open...

But more than that... Clay’s power was exponentially increasing too.

Her violet aura erupted outward, piercing the sky in jagged pillars of light that lit the battlefield like an unnatural dawn.

The air around her warped and hummed; the ground beneath her feet cracked in radiating spider webs.

She held her head with one hand, her fingers digging into her scalp, as though trying to physically contain the storm inside, eyes wide and unfocused, breaths coming in short, panicked gasps.

"This is bad...!" Isabelle muttered beside me, voice tight with worry. "Whenever she gets like this, it’s difficult to calm her down. She loses herself completely."

I don’t know what’s happening exactly, but maybe if I call out to her through Soul Link, she would return to normal.

Reach whatever part of her mind is still buried under the rage... and guilt.

So Sys! Let’s go!

{Understood. Initiating Soul Link connection with the individual known as Clay... Success.}

Huh...?

The moment it succeeded, everything went dark.

Who turned off the lights?

I thought using Soul Link would let me get deeper into her mind; maybe call her name, or pull her back.

Maybe share some calming presence like I’d done with others before, but now just inside her head.

Instead, the world simply vanished: there was no battlefield, or Isabelle, or the screaming violet aura; but just a pure, suffocating blackness that pressed in from all sides.

Where am I exactly?

Then the darkness began to peel open a bit, slowly going open, like heavy curtains parting.

Then light seared through the cracks; harsh, blinding white that actually kind of stung even though I should have no physical eyes here.

Shapes formed in fragments: blurred colors bleeding together, distant sounds echoing as though from underwater.

Oh, I see... I understand what’s going on.

Like with Kuzunoha, I am seeing Clay’s memories...

And I think... Clay might be one of those rare folks who remember their past life.