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Chapter 552 Yuanshen, start!
"So, what exactly should we do?!"

Saosha's patience is extremely limited, but his action-taking ability is many times greater than that of ordinary people. Just getting him to sit down and wait here is not an easy task.

Those boxers who had fought alongside him knew that he was also a tragic man.

Although the Holy Emperor's heart appears very hard.

But in reality, she is softer than anyone else.

With his usual somber gaze, his eyes filled with chilling intimidation, he looked at everyone as if they were his opponents, his enemies. But this time, the male general's face was devoid of any malice; instead, his eyes blazed with boundless flames, the incomparably soaring fire of a phoenix.

—That is a flame called [Fierce Will].

The proud phoenix finally found the parasol tree.

He had a goal, no longer a false goal he had fabricated to comfort and deceive himself, but a real goal that he was willing to pay any price to achieve.

If it weren't for the last shred of reason holding him back, he probably would have already gone berserk due to the thoughts and assumptions that surged from the deepest part of his heart.

Even if it were just one more second, he couldn't wait any longer.

Saosha's forehead veins bulged, his fists clenched so tightly that the knuckles were clearly visible, and his teeth were grinding together. He struggled to suppress his impatience and roared again.

"I said I want to become a magical girl, Jagi, are you deaf?!"

The Holy Emperor's explosive declaration seems perverted at first glance.

The audience unanimously agreed that the blond, slicked-back-haired man seemed somewhat deranged. Unaware of the dark history of Phoenix Fist, they found it difficult to comprehend, let alone know what he was thinking.

Of course, whether they understand or not, it has no effect on Sky Phoenix's actions.

Saosha, filled with rage, reached out his right hand, intending to grab the guy opposite him by the collar, but it passed right through Jagi's body, leaving him with nothing.

This is quite normal. Although they can still communicate freely here as if nothing happened, it is easy for them to overlook the fact that the three men from Beidou are already dead.

Moreover, while they might not be in such a hurry, there were quite a few people at the scene who shared the same thoughts as the Holy Emperor—although they could understand that there was indeed a possibility of saving all tragedies and averting all sorrows in that world, they did not understand how these men could grasp that possibility.

In their understanding, the only things that martial artists from the Hokuto school could do were to beat their opponents hard with their fists, make the enemy make strange noises and scatter, poke their secret points, and have a particular fondness for showing off.

Perhaps this has become a stereotype, but it is mostly true... How can they, who only know how to use violence, grasp hope in such a hopeless world?

In short, it will never be as easy as Jagi says.

"Calm down."

Xin sighed and held down Saosha, who was about to go berserk. His sharp five fingers, capable of shattering any metal, were deeply embedded in the muscles of the Holy Emperor's shoulder. The blood and pain that flowed out brought him back to his senses slightly.

"Hoo... Ugh..."

"Since you brought it up, you must already have an idea to make it happen... I won't refuse if it's within my power."

Stop keeping me in suspense.

"Stop hiding things, just say what you want to say."

Rao and Toki frowned in turn, saying that although they themselves sometimes enjoyed being the riddle-maker, it was indeed not a good feeling to be left hanging by others.

"……So."

Jagi sighed, seemingly helpless, but looking at him, Yakumo Yukari suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. Shana instinctively felt that this guy was definitely up to no good, while Tokisaki Kurumi saw a hint of smug satisfaction in his expression...

They followed his gaze to Saosha and Sheen, and all of them felt a sense of sympathy for them.

Then they heard the guy speak casually, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"You two, why don't you try dying once first?"

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Are they going to try and save the world with their fists, as usual? But even that would be difficult...

Jagi had already tried it before.

He couldn't use the power of the 'Kaleidoscope' to travel to that world, which meant he couldn't just cause a ruckus and disrupt cause and effect as he used to.

This was not unexpected for him.

After all, it's a universe surrounded by the "Law of Cycles," so it's impossible to wear whatever you want like in other rural areas.

According to the usual rules of the world, once history is fixed, it is very difficult to change it.

Once he is added as a variable, the additional variables he brings will definitely have an impact and interference, causing both good and bad effects on the past, present, and future of the entire world.

Those worlds that have no destiny or divine will are fine; they neither reject nor welcome his arrival. But the worlds he has recently encountered are pure manifestations of immense malice—"The Vertigo," representing the story's core, trying to stop him; "The Celestials," representing the laws of the universe, trying to destroy him; and the universe that was unconsciously manipulated by "Haruhi Suzumiya" in the past, trying to capture him…

Although he mostly persevered through sheer willpower.

But if it's that "the law of cycles"—where all causes and effects in the universe are predetermined from the beginning to the end of the story—getting rid of him who has intruded into the universe is no more difficult than disinfecting filth.

That world refused him his visit.

The current situation is at best like knocking on the door from the outside, only able to transmit the sound of knocking inside. Moreover, that house has nuclear shelter-level defenses, not only indestructible but also with excellent soundproofing.

To expect someone to use the power of a 'Kaleidoscope' with its own limits to interfere with and disrupt the entire universe's story would probably be even more difficult than an ant resisting the Holy Emperor's chariot.

According to the setting, the "content of the main story" has "disappeared" with the permanent proof of the "The Law of Cycles", becoming "non-existent history".

In other words, they can't go to that "time" no matter what, because that would create a time in which "the law of cycles does not exist," which conflicts with the nature of the "law of cycles" itself.

Even Homura Akemi couldn't rewind this predetermined history; retaining the memory of this eradicated history was already a privilege reserved for those who experienced it firsthand...

Perhaps right now, the girl named "Flame" is still trapped in this time that she cannot intervene in, desperately trying to save her friend who is trapped in a cycle of despair, trying whatever means necessary.

But... they can't come over, they can't escape that hell so easily, at least not with the isolation technology of the 'Kaleidoscope', and they can't get over there either.

Until this eternal cycle is torn apart, within infinite spacetime and infinite timelines, no one can interfere with any part of it or alter any part of history that has already occurred…

The audience outside the stage must not disturb the performance. Just as Rao shattered the screen with his gaze, their gaze can only remain outside the universe, looking at what is happening in that sad world where "miracles" exist.

"—We cannot interfere with this universe enveloped by the Law of Cycles, because she inherently possessed this power, which is why she was able to create such a miracle in the end. It was a closed loop that required no one's intervention... unless..."

"Unless what?"

Saosha couldn't help but press for more information.

Unless, "I" am no longer "I," no longer an audience member, but rather a member of the stage setup—

"Unless we become part of the circle ourselves."

Most of the people present were young girls who hadn't even finished high school or junior high, or even finished school altogether. Even the few who were adults hadn't actually gone to school. Seeing the shrewd looks on the faces of the group whose average education level was terrifyingly low, Jia Ji raised a finger to explain further.

"Put our existence into the lives of those who are the main characters, and take them on stage... No matter how small or insignificant we are, if we are on the stage, we can move the whole circle and rewrite it."

Only the girls born in that era can decide the future of that world; otherwise, even if they travel there to try to change history, history will automatically correct itself, and all their efforts will be in vain.

"So... that's why you want Saosha and Sheen to die... Although it's difficult, it's not impossible."

Toki looked thoughtful, glanced at his body, and keenly sensed something.

Indeed, that was something that only Jagi, besides himself, could recall—a profound truth.

Strictly speaking, it is not a technique of the Big Dipper School, nor is it related to the Southern Dipper School. Rather, it is the secret technique of a more ancient existence that transcends these two schools and calls itself the perfect fist technique – "Heavenly Fighting Sacred Yin Fist".

"Since even Toki has said so..."

If Saosha and Shin's trust in Jagi is around 60 or 80 points, then their trust in Toki's words is probably around 95 points... Even those who dislike Toki would have to acknowledge what this man says. The disciples of the Southern Dipper School, the inheritors of Phoenix Fist and Lone Eagle Fist, exchanged a glance.

"This is the only time."

"certainly."

No further words are needed.

Sheen walked past Saosha, and Saosha casually brushed past Sheen, just like two strangers passing by on the street.

"Cough...!"

Blood spilled from Saosha's mouth.

“Guah…”

The light in Sheen's eyes had faded.

The solitary eagle does not cherish its own life, but it will not die easily either. The proud phoenix cannot be defeated, much less fall, but if it is for "that", they are willing to step towards death.

The phoenix's wings struck down the great eagle, and the eagle's sharp talons pierced the phoenix—

As boxers, their pride tells them that they must never commit suicide, never end their own lives; even if they must die, they can only die in battle against a powerful enemy.

Therefore, in order to achieve the goal of "death," they give their lives to powerful enemies they recognize, taking the enemy's life in one blow, and losing their own lives when they are completely unprepared.

"So fast... I can't even see it..."

The delayed shockwave spread outwards from the two corpses, and the aftershocks alone caused some nearby girls to stagger backwards, making it an exaggeratedly huge storm.

It happened in an instant—

The attacks, intertwined with fighting spirit, pierced each other, their fists tearing apart each other's bodies, aiming for each other's unsuspecting hearts.

"General Star" and "Martyr Star"... both perished at the same time.

The next moment, two somewhat illusory souls simultaneously emerged from the corpse.

After all, this world has neither hell nor heaven, nor any golden or silver pavilions that people can ascend. Their souls could not possibly return to the heavens of the Big Dipper world, so they appeared in this way.

Of course, if it is a weak person, their soul will probably dissipate into elementary particles at the time of death.

"What a strange feeling..."

Only strong individuals like them can move freely in such a manner without easily dispersing, and only resilient souls like theirs can support their subsequent actions.

"very good."

After looking him up and down, Jagi nodded in satisfaction.

It was unclear who it was, or perhaps many people, but they seemed to have finally recovered from the shock of that moment—was everything really predicated on "death"?
"Wait... will it be dangerous later?"

Xiang asked, his face pale.

Needless to say, this "battle between heaven and earth" has already been so cruel and so long... what follows must be an even more desperate situation.

"No, can't I not go?"

Yuna asked softly. Of course, she hoped to seize a miracle and reverse all the sorrow, but she had already lost enough, and she didn't want to lose anything more...

If seizing a miracle requires paying the price of losing something precious, then she would rather not have such a miracle.

Even if it's just a possibility, she doesn't want that possibility to happen.

but……

"--no."

Whether it's Yuuki Yuna, Tachibana Hibiki, Yakumo Yukari, Tokisaki Kurumi, or anyone else, they all understand that it's impossible to stop Jagi, who has already made up his mind.

Under the gazes of those eyes already brimming with tears, Jagi felt extremely uncomfortable, so he looked at them one by one, and shouted as if enraged:
"You, all of you, and your daily routines, the smiles you always show—all of these are my treasures! I want to cherish what's mine and not let anything trivial take them away. Any objections?!"

“…………”

The content truly reflects Jacques's personal sentiments.

It's just a completely self-centered and arrogant thought like, "Don't let pests defile my favorite paintings."

He appears to be on the side of good, but that's only because he considers the "ugly pests" to be mostly evil people, so it just looks that way.

Therefore, even if the pest is actually a pitiful creature, or has a past that anyone would sympathize with, he will not hesitate to spray pesticides.

Arrogant and willful, he embodies the Gian spirit, like a greedy dragon guarding its treasure—the very treasure Toki had inquired about.

The first person to know this person, Miko Yotsuya, raised her hand with a grin and asked.

"Does that include me?"

"Of course, that includes you."

"...I really can't beat you. Do whatever makes you happy."

While some girls may worry, others choose to believe that he can definitely solve everything, and these two thoughts are not contradictory.

In the end, however, the belief always prevails over everything else.

The two from the Big Dipper and the two from the Southern Dipper stared at Jia Ji in astonishment, as if they were meeting him for the first time.

Feeling like he was being crawled on by ants under their gazes, which were comparable to those of Shikuru Beam, Jagi turned away unhappily.

"What are you waiting for? Let's get ready to go."

“That’s true…”

"It's time to go."

Rao and Toki laughed heartily, Saosha gave a strange snort, and Sheen nodded and followed in his footsteps.

Then, as he was about to leave, Jagi seemed to remember something and paused for a moment. Although he didn't turn around, everyone still looked at his figure.

"You! Shout my name!"

This is not a demand, but a "promise".

It's a "promise" that only he would make, a promise to everyone that would surely solve everything.

Then, without waiting for anyone's reply, he threw his head back and burst into laughter, leaving behind an incredibly dashing silhouette.

"--I am none other than Grandpa Jia Ji, the successor of the Hokuto Shinken!!"

Something's definitely not right, isn't it?

There's no way around it; men want to appear handsome in front of girls, right? Even Jagi, who claims to be heartless, occasionally has such thoughts.

"You're nowhere near as good as a hero." "If we're being honest, you're more like a demon king." "No, not that powerful... at most a third-rate villain."

Normally, they would probably say that, but at that moment, everyone who knew him had the same thought in their minds—

The third brother of Beidou I know could never be this handsome!
"End of the century, breakthrough!"

(End of this chapter)