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Chapter 296 The Sacred F2 Connects Us
In this day and age, it's not uncommon for people to emerge from stones; you could find at least a dozen people emerging from pillars. However, it's rare to see someone emerge from gold.

The anomalous containment object, which had been impossible to dismantle despite numerous efforts (not really), was shattered by a little girl who appeared out of nowhere, revealing a living person inside.

Naturally, the various factions would not let them go easily, but the roaring sound, like a pile driver, made everyone present turn pale.

Even if someone managed to stay conscious amidst the aftershocks, they could only watch helplessly as the girl, half her body bleeding, grabbed the "stone man" with one hand and leaped away.

Stop her?

That's a bit too funny.

Even melee-specialized battle maidens possess mobility far superior to that of ordinary vehicles.

Although she often secretly fantasized about defeating evil forces in front of everyone like a hero, this situation was naturally not related to heroism. Hibiki knew that she had done something extraordinary, so she could only make a quick escape and run away. However, the people in the Second Division behind her were not to be trifled with either.

Shinji Ogawa, who followed the two little girls from beginning to end, managed to secretly arrange their return to Japan while simultaneously dealing with disputes with various countries. He was a hero among ninjas, accomplishing everything in one fell swoop.

……

a few days later.

Second Department, Medical Office.

"Miss Ryoko... Is Master alright?"

Xiang asked somewhat flusteredly. At that moment, she was only focused on unleashing her strongest punch and hadn't considered any other consequences.

This resulted in Jagi, who was now lying in bed with his eyes closed, having suffered a shattered and collapsed chest, as if it had been smashed by a pile driver, leaving a deep fist mark.

Could this explosive punch have accidentally damaged Master? Otherwise, why hasn't he woken up yet? The girl's mind raced with wild thoughts.

If Jagi were still awake, he would definitely flick her forehead with his finger and laugh, saying, "It's just a minor injury that reduces HP by one level." If he were knocked down so easily, his former opponents would not be convinced.

There are other reasons why this situation might occur.

"That's really strange..."

Sakurai Ryoko frowned.

Although she was a priestess resurrected from ancient times, Finney actually had her own intelligence network. She had learned in recent days that the "Golden Alchemy" spell should have been activated that day, but its manifestation and effect were completely different from the only case so far.

It should have turned into a tiny piece of gold, but it was only covered by a layer on the surface, while the inside was still living flesh and blood, as if it had deliberately sealed itself inside.

Moreover... his heartbeat, pulse, and brain activity were still present, yet he remained unconscious... no, he should be in a deep sleep.

As for how to wake him up, Sakurai Ryoko was completely at a loss. Just as Adam thought, she didn't even know if the person in front of her was human anymore, and ordinary methods probably wouldn't work.

Are we really going to get the Twin Wings to sing "Awake" for him in the infirmary?

Since she couldn't find the answer here, Xiang had another option. With a thought, she opened the panel and started typing.

[Sound: Everyone, has anything like this happened to Master before?]

[Shana: You mean that guy hasn't woken up since he was seriously injured?]

[Seeing the child with the ability to see ghosts: That's very common.]

[Sound: Huh?]

[Aihara Enju: It's not exactly common, but it's not uncommon either... at least not for Jagi-nii-san.]

[Forever Seventeen: Hmph, I know... there's only one reason he's still unconscious: his soul is still lost in the darkness!]

[Angel of the Dead: Have you arrived in the afterlife?]

……

Seeing the group chat gradually going off-topic, Hibiki knew that Jagi was probably alright, and felt a little calmer. However, she still scratched her head in confusion and asked again, "Hibiki: Um... isn't there any way to resolve this situation?"

[Angel after death: Mapo tofu?]

[Forever Seventeen: Should I take him to do aerobics?]

Shana: Come on! Let me strike again!

……

In the end, it was one person's answer that received unanimous approval from everyone except for Hibiki.

[Ice Queen: Just leave it alone!]

……

It felt like being in the embryonic stage, my whole body was warm and cozy, and I really wanted to stay asleep forever... But, in a daze, Jagi felt that there seemed to be a very noisy guy using his body as a trampoline, jumping around on him.

He could endure it at first, but the force increased over time until the final blow, which felt like a charged attack, almost ruptured his internal organs.

"Guwa!"

The sudden pain gradually brought him back to his senses.

Then, he angrily opened his eyes.

His body suddenly sprang up from the ground, and he immediately assumed the stance of the Arhat Strike, then paused in surprise.

What first caught his eye was a blank white space, almost like nothingness, leaving him bewildered. His eyes would then instinctively search for something different in this space.

—A blonde little girl carrying a doll.

"you are?"

Jagi paused for a moment, then dropped his guard and scratched his head, asking in confusion.

The blonde girl, who was like a fairy and still radiated a dreamlike, faint light, tilted her head. Under Jagi's bewildered gaze and blank expression, the smile on her face gradually faded, and her expression gradually became gloomy and terrifying.

"You really didn't remember anything!"

The voice was crisp and melodious, yet tinged with a touch of childishness. It clearly contained anger, but when spoken, it sounded like a child throwing a tantrum, and even raised a small fist in a defiant manner.

Crack, crack.

The crisp sound of a clenched fist echoed in the empty space. A pair of orange-red eyes revealed an extremely wicked glint. The blonde girl floated barefoot in mid-air, slowly approaching Jagi.

"Holy crap, no!"

Jagi retreated hastily as if facing a formidable enemy. Although the creature in front of him was just a tiny imp who only reached his belly, it gave him a sense of foreboding.

You absolutely cannot get hit by that fist. You might not die, but it will definitely hurt a lot, a lot. You might even get a huge, ten-centimeter bump on your head that won't go away, like a comical character.

"I'll go with you no matter what you want to do."

Like a real child, she seemed very happy to hear Jacques say that.

"Now that you're awake, come play with your mother!"

The innocent little girl threw out the doll in her hand, and in the next instant, the doll "Merlin" with a long beard suddenly grew to several meters in size and crashed down on Jagi like dominoes.

"Let's play tag—I'll be 'it'!"

(End of this chapter)