I'll kill you after I finish this game!

“————!”

Kasumi's tearful and pained voice rang out, finally causing Fujii Ren to lose his temper, and countless cracks spread out beneath his feet.

In response to Fujii Ren's anger, a burst of laughter erupted.

"Hahahaha, haha ​​...!"

A sharp, piercing laugh, like fingertips scraping a blackboard, came from the other end of the phone. It said, "What an incredibly cute girl! I can't help but want to devour her. I thought that if you had any concerns, you wouldn't be able to concentrate on the battle, so I thoughtfully eliminated this potential problem for you. It's okay, no need to thank me."

At this point, an even more morbid voice came through again.

"After all, there are so many, many, many, many toys—right here in this city~~"

"--Hello."

Fujii Ren's voice was so calm that even he was surprised.

When anger reaches a certain limit, it seems that one becomes unable to feel anything at all.

The girl simply lowered her pretty face, half of which was being devoured by shadows, and spoke calmly and briefly.

"Stay there and don't move. I'm going to kill you right now."

boom--!

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground around Fujii Ren exploded, and his figure, which had remained in place, slowly turned into afterimages and disappeared into the air.

Ignoring gravity and leverage points, Fujii Ren blasted through the air and ran across the night sky above Suwahara City.

She casually took a small gadget out of her pocket and held it tightly. The next second, her school uniform and skirt were wrapped in another substance, and then transformed into her weekend outfit according to Fujii Ren's wishes.

The scarf fluttered in the wind, and the clothes were changed to make movement easier.

This was a little trinket that Skadi gave her. She said that battles aren't like in a manga, and it's impossible to avoid wear and tear on a school uniform.

It doesn't really protect the body; it's just to prevent accidental exposure during combat.

Although she didn't know where the enemy was, Fujii Ren's neck was throbbing.

The killing intent whispered, truthfully telling the girl the location of her prey.

Yes, kill him, cut off his head—use their blood to stain the guillotine red.

Because the girl was originally created as a substitute for this sole purpose—

The battle is about to begin, and it will still be at night, as all the viewers know.

Just as Fujii Ren was heading to the battlefield with murderous intent, the perspective shifted to another place under the cover of night.

Father Valyria stood atop the towering building, smiling as he gazed at something, and chuckled softly as he spoke:

"Oh dear, it's the most suitable opponent to make, just right for the current [agent]."

"Then you'd better work hard, because there really won't be a next time I can help you."

Having said that, Valyria's smiling gaze turned to the figure on the other side of the building, and she chuckled:

"After all, if things still can't get back on track at this point, then there's truly no hope left, hehe, hahahaha..."

On the other side of the building, Modoro, whose long, jet-black hair danced in the wind as he stood at the edge of the building, was also looking into the distance at a figure. He adjusted his glasses and chuckled softly:

"I misjudged him. I thought he was just an ordinary juvenile demon, but it seems..."

He paused there, his words carrying a hidden meaning. Modoro Nightwalker, a smile on his face, glanced behind him and continued, seemingly casually:

"This is a very important move you made."

As the audience's perspective shifted with Modoro's night walk, they saw a snow-white figure sitting on the rooftop of a building just a few meters behind him.

Her snow-silver hair shone with a captivating glow in the night, and her crystal-blue eyes, even with their backs to the moonlight, possessed an unparalleled brilliance.

Skadi sat there with her arms crossed and her legs crossed, gazing into the distance with a blank expression, not responding to Modoro's words.

Although he didn't speak, simply sitting there locked down all of Modoro's night travels. If the other party dared to make any unusual moves, what would happen next would be far beyond the eerie silence of the moment.

Night Walker felt a little regretful for acting alone. He really hadn't expected that his solo actions would lead to him being 'guarded' by this person who was also a representative of some wild beast.

Previously, we could only see that Fujii Ren had some strength, but we didn't expect that he would be valued so much by both sides.

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Chapter Twenty-One: The Battle Begins, Three Battlefields

With Fujii Ren's actions, the second act of tonight's horror drama has officially begun.

All three forces are making their own unusual moves tonight, checking and restraining each other, opposing each other, yet... cooperating with each other in a tacit understanding.

From the audience's perspective, they can see the various parties secretly taking action in Suwahara City.

Father Valyrian of the Black Round Table and Skadi temporarily cooperated to intercept a newly introduced man, preventing him from taking any action.

"The second transmutation circle will be opened tonight. Although the process may be troublesome, I will pray for it, Ms. Fujii. May luck and blessings accompany you on your path and the unknowns along the way."

Under the cover of night, the blond priest smiled as he gazed into the distance, but his terrifying aura was fixed on a certain unruly Nightwalker, Modoro.

If it were just Father Valyria to keep him in check, Modoro's Night Journey was confident he could escape at some cost.

However, Skadi, sitting not far behind him, completely crushed any possibility he had considered.

You have a trump card to play, but your opponent also has one, and there are two of you.

Skadi is especially troublesome, as she is incompatible with Modoro Nightwalker to some extent.

If the power difference between him and the Valyrian priest is 10,000 points, then with Modoro's knowledge and technology to overturn the power gap, he can defeat him.

The problem is that Skadi's power, like that of the Nightwalker's leader, has a very unpredictable fluctuation in its power level.

Even disregarding the possibility of her unleashing her full power at any moment, Skadi's power difference with Nightwalker is already a difference of 100,000.

The value between Father Valyrian and Skadi cannot be calculated directly using addition and subtraction; at the very least, it must be multiplied.

Therefore, it is extremely troublesome. Even if Ye Xing has the confidence to the point of arrogance, he will not do things that are bound to bring no benefit.

[It seems you were right, Matilda. In the game of chess on the battlefield, the strongest forces are often the most restricted.]

A hint of helplessness appeared in Modoro's eyes, and he also felt admiration for the one who sat in the Heavenly Palace without any desire to take action.

However, he was blocked by two terrifying guys. So what about the other members' actions?

Furthermore, why would Skadi cooperate with the Black Round Table and not stop them from carrying out their transmutation circle operation?

This fact sparked a sense of curiosity and a strange, almost premonition in Modoro's mind.

It seems that this kind of restriction and targeting has happened countless times, even millions of times...

On the other side, another group, who had also noticed the movement of the Black Round Table, intercepted the person who wanted to cause trouble, just as Modoro Nightwalker had predicted, with the tacit cooperation between the Black Round Table and Skadi.

"Tonight is probably the night I've been looking forward to the most. It's making me feel like I'm going to suck blood."

A laugh filled with malice and ferocity echoed under the night sky. Wilhelm, backlit by the moonlight, looked with a grin at the grotesque Kyouzuki Keishiro, who bore an eight or nine-tenths resemblance to him, at the amusement park in Suwahara City.

Dressed in a combination of ancient Japanese ninja and samurai attire, Kyougetsu Keishiro's white hair was tied up high, and he held a sharp sword engraved with incantations, like a kunai, in both hands.

Beside him was a white-haired girl dressed in a kimono with incantations, her long hair also bound in a high ponytail with a conspicuous bamboo tube.

Sakuya Kyouzuki looked at the man in front of her with a complicated expression. Her heart was pounding and she felt a strange resonance in her soul.

Both Keishiro Ootsuki and Wilhelm possess this trait.

This sense of shared understanding between enemies is extremely ominous.

Even the audience thought that the two men might be brothers.

Not only their appearance, but even their inimitable temperament is six or seven parts similar.

"Alala~~, even though it's not the first time we've met, every time I see this guy it's like seeing Bey looking in a mirror."

Sitting with his legs crossed on the carousel that had come to a standstill in the amusement park, Rusalka-Shuveglin looked at the white-haired brother and sister in front of him with great interest, and covered his mouth with a light laugh.

This scene amused both the lieutenant and the witch, and Wilhelm, in particular, was quite looking forward to it.

Looking at the mirror-like reflection of Keishiro, and the white-haired woman beside him, the lieutenant simply couldn't calm down.

The soul trembled, not from fear, but from a desire to devour the other.

They were so similar it was almost unbearable, so in sync it was nauseating.

“Mr. William…”

Even when facing an enemy, Sakuya, a sheltered young lady, showed no negative emotions upon speaking. However, looking at the man in front of her, she was somewhat at a loss as to how to fight.

Both being inauspicious stars, they have a strong attraction to each other, but nothing good ever comes of them meeting.

"Kyouzuki Sakuya, is that your name? Are you going to the battlefield as a burden to him, or something else?"

Wilhelm's crimson gaze, hidden behind his sunglasses, fixed on Sakuya Ootsuki, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty urge. He grinned and asked her a question.

"...If possible, my brother and I would not like to meet you again in this capacity and under these circumstances."

Sakuya Kyouzuki took a deep breath, the complexity and hesitation on her face vanishing completely. Looking at Wilhelm, who exuded an aura of calamity far surpassing that of her brother, she said softly:

"Although I used to be a sheltered young lady, I also know the rules of the battlefield. I am not the kind of woman who can only be protected by others."

"Ah...you're surprisingly a good woman. It was so rude of me to think of you as a weak woman."

The air crackled and split open, and plants resembling rose vines and blood stumps began to grow from Wilhelm's shoulders, arms, and palms.

There were no leaves, no flowers, no fruit, and no tree leaves.

The interior exudes only ferocity, a continuation of the murderous intent that stirs with every heartbeat, and a manifestation of vampire fangs.

Centered on Wilhelm, the ground beneath their feet and in the surrounding area began to turn into sand.

Let it wither, then exploit and plunder it.

Wilhelm possesses an evil tree that absorbs all energy and life force, turning it upside down.

'Ah, what a wonderful woman; and the other man is even more so.'

However, getting a man like Wilhelm to become interested in her would most likely lead to a fate worse than death.

Wilhelm admitted it completely; he desperately wanted the souls of the two men in front of him.

He was the true KazikluBey, a tyrannical bloodthirsty demon.