Syl continued walking through the Iviza West District.
The West District had the most factories, but without exception, the factories that usually roared with machinery and billowed steam were now silent, their doors tightly shut.
A small portion of the factory gates had even been smashed open, with countless machine fragments scattered on the ground.
Ruined scenes were everywhere; even on small streets far from the center of the riot, one could still see people holding axes and other primitive tools, smashing factory machines to vent their long-accumulated anger.
The entire West District was covered in various scarlet graffiti, and the Ibiza citizens on the streets, regardless of gender, had painted clown makeup on their faces—this helped them avoid targeted arrests.
This makeup on their faces was like a mask, liberating the hatred and repression that had built up in their hearts for a long time.
Even the curfew enforced by the army could not interfere with the release that had been ongoing for several days.
Syl wandered for about an hour, even picking an empty factory to walk into, where she used a hammer found on the floor to smash a machine, but the system still had no mission response.
"System, what about the mission?" Syl scratched her head and asked silently in her heart, "Why did that exclamation mark from before disappear?"
"That was a mission hint; it disappears after you make contact."
"Huh?" Syl tilted her head, her expression one of disbelief, "I already made contact?"
Syl carefully recalled, but it seemed she hadn't encountered anything special...
Fina???
If there was any special person Syl had encountered during this time, it was only Fina.
"No way... but I just made contact with her, and no prompt box appeared at all?" Syl frowned, her cute little face scrunched up together.
It gave off a feeling reminiscent of the 'old man, subway, phone' meme.
Maybe it was just... the wrong identity for contact?
After all, everything that happened in Ibiza was instigated under the identity of the Clown; perhaps the mission target must be contacted by the Clown in person to trigger the mission?
But... the other party was a Tier 4 Transcendent.
Although Syl was less cautious when using the Young Dragon card.
But if she used the clown card, what if she got baited by the other side? If the other side discovered she wasn't a 'Rebel' and became angry, Syl was afraid the Clown wouldn't have the ability to resist.
Syl put down the hammer in her hand and began to weigh the pros and cons.
"Oh well... letting the Clown walk around here could also yield quite a bit of fusion progress; the Clown hasn't even started harvesting the fruits planted previously..." Syl thought silently in her heart.
A foolproof plan? How could there be so many foolproof plans in the world? There would be risks with gains; if one was unwilling to take any risks, one shouldn't even think about becoming stronger.
Even if one truly became stronger, a powerhouse who hadn't experienced crises was just a vase.
Syl did not want to become a vase.
Moreover, if the mission target left, it would be even harder for Syl to find that long-lived powerhouse again.
"Hoo..."
Gently exhaling, Syl looked up at the factory's blackened ceiling that had been burned through, seeing the overcast sky.
Slightly bending her knees, Syl leaped lightly. A phantom of bone wings appeared behind her, and with a gust of wind, Syl instantly flew from the first floor to the fourth floor.
"Boom—"
The stone floor was also shattered by the reaction force. However, this level of noise could not be considered a big disturbance in the current Ivisa District.
"Is the strength this great..." Syl slightly lifted her calf, which was wearing long socks; it was white and slender, completely devoid of any feeling of possessing powerful strength.
It seemed that if there was time, she had to train how to control her body's strength; combat techniques were something Syl urgently needed.
Syl's eyes turned into vertical pupils, scanning the surroundings. Finding no one on the roof, she directly unfolded her dragon wings, gave a light flap, and flew rapidly in the direction where she had just separated from the mission target.
Hope the person is still there...
When she was close to arriving, Syl slowed down, landed lightly on the roof of a building, folded her dragon wings, and walked slowly toward the destination.
"Is it here..." Syl walked to the edge of the roof, leaned out slightly, and looked down into the dark alley below.
"It's been so long, the person should be gone..."
"?"
Syl had originally thought the person might have already left.
After all, how could a Tier 4 powerhouse really wait there so foolishly for so long.
But Syl saw it: the figure with dark green hair was still standing below.
However, at this moment, she was standing on tiptoes, enthusiastically holding a paintbrush she had obtained from somewhere, drawing something on the wall nearby.
Looking closely... what was drawn was a portrait of the Clown, as well as the Clown's signature.
"Really still waiting... could this be a true fan of the Clown?" Syl's mouth twitched.
This kid... forget it, just make soup out of her.
No, at her age, she could be my grandmother; she just looks young.
Syl sighed, pulled back her body, tilted her head slightly, loosened her neck, and muttered in her heart:
"Clown—"
Syl's figure flickered and distorted like the static on an old television, and instantly, the Clown's figure appeared on the roof.
"Hoo... the smell of gunpowder... wailing... madness... Ibiza is truly getting better and better..."
Syl straightened her dark red suit, flicked her cane, and then saw her white gloves stained with blood, frowning.
But after staring for a while, Syl's originally furrowed brows relaxed, and a heartfelt smile appeared on her face:
"Great... hee hee... these gloves are becoming more and more beautiful."
Having said that, Syl sprinted directly forward, then plunged fiercely toward the building below like a diver.
Syl performed high-difficulty diving moves rapidly in the air, and this movement also attracted Fina, who was drawing below.
Fina looked at the figure spinning in the air, her mouth slightly agape, seemingly somewhat unexpected.
"Clown... Lord Clown! It's dangerous!" Fina reached out, wanting to catch her; even for a Transcendent, falling like this would still be painful.
But Syl, mid-air, used her cane to violently thrust to the side, oriented her body toward the wall on the other side, kicked off the wall with her feet, slowed down her downward speed, and landed on the ground easily and elegantly.
"I heard you were looking for me, lovely lady." Syl supported herself with her cane in her left hand, and her right glove, stained with fresh red blood, pressed slightly against her left chest, "I hope the circus opening just now didn't make you feel bored."