A cross-dressing anime, starting with Kaguya-sama: Love Is War.

Some are ancient, some are gorgeous, and some are simple and unadorned, but without exception, they all contain true "murderous intent".

"This isn't the effect of the inherent spirit armor? You... who exactly are you?"

Kirihara Shizuya's voice became sharp and hoarse due to extreme fear.

His worldview, built up over more than twenty years, was utterly shattered at this moment.

Swordsman? Knight?

No.

The man before me is definitely not a swordsman!

Is he... a god? Or a devil?

Who am I?

Lynn smiled.

He admired the wonderful expressions on Kirihara Shizuya's face.

Despair, horror, bewilderment, and a hint of incomprehensible collapse.

This is much more interesting than the reaction of the seeker of truth, Black Iron King Horse.

"No, I'm just a... collector."

Lynn made a casual gesture.

A large black sword with a ferocious design and barbed hooks stuck in the ground not far away flew into his hand automatically.

He casually waved his hand, and a muffled whoosh echoed in the air.

"And you, soon you will become part of my collection."

"No! Don't come any closer!"

Kirihara Shizuya's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He turned and ran!

He just wanted to escape this hellhole! Escape this devil!

But where can he escape to in this world?

Lynn didn't even chase after him.

He simply raised his other hand and gently clenched it in the direction Kirihara Shizuya had fled.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

On the ground, dozens of longswords, as if given life, automatically rose from the soil and transformed into streaks of silver light, catching up with Kirihara Shizuya!

They didn't strike his vitals.

Instead, it precisely pierced through his limbs!

"Aaaaaah—!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the entire wasteland.

Kirihara Shizuya's body was pinned to the ground by immense force, and his blood instantly stained the ground beneath him.

The intense pain made him struggle frantically, but the dozens of swords were like the most solid impenetrable shield, preventing him from dying.

Lynn, carrying a black greatsword, walked step by step towards him.

He looked down at the man wriggling on the ground like a maggot.

"Why……"

Kirihara Shizuya raised her head, her eyes bloodshot, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"Why did you do this to me! I just... I just wanted to win! I just wanted to take back my glory!"

"What did I do wrong!"

"mistaken?"

A playful smile appeared on Lynn's face.

"You're right."

"You're just too weak."

"Weakness is your only original sin."

Lynn wants to provoke Kirihara Shizuya's mindset.

These words struck Kirihara Shizuya's heart like a heavy hammer.

Yes.

Weak.

If he were strong enough, he wouldn't have been publicly humiliated in the arena.

If he were strong enough, he wouldn't be like this now, like a dog waiting to be slaughtered, pinned to the ground, powerless to resist.

An intense, almost tangible resentment surged forth wildly from the depths of his soul.

On what grounds?

Why does this man possess such godlike power?

Why should I have fallen into such a miserable state?

Not reconciled!

I'm so unwilling to accept this!

"A very good expression."

Lynn nodded in satisfaction.

The timing is right.

He raised the black greatsword in his hand, aiming it at Kirihara Shizuya's heart...

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily."

"Your soul, your resentment, your hatred..."

"I will make good use of them."

puff!

The black greatsword mercilessly pierced through Kirihara Shizuya's chest.

The intense pain caused Kirihara Shizuya's body to arch violently, her eyes bulging out.

His vitality was rapidly fading away.

But his consciousness was clearer than ever before.

He could see Lynn take out a palm-sized metal disc inlaid with blue crystals from his pocket.

Lynn pointed the disc at him and pressed the crystal in the center.

hum-

A beam of pale blue light shot out from the crystal, reaching towards the body of the person who was about to dissipate.

He sensed the darkest, most resentful, and most unwilling part of his soul.

It was being forcibly pulled out of its body by an irresistible force!

"No...no—!"

He let out a final, desperate roar.

He was unwilling to give up, and he hadn't even used explosives!

Then, consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.

The eerie blue light slowly pulled a visible wisp of black energy, emanating an ominous aura, into the crystal.

The crystal instantly changed from a deep blue to a profound, almost black color that seemed to devour all light.

Lynn picked up the disc, looked at the discolored crystal, and smiled with satisfaction.

Version 4.0 is complete.

Fragments of the remaining spirit garment have been obtained.

He waved his hand.

The world of Infinity Blade slowly dissipated.

The rusty steel plant reappeared before my eyes.

Kirihara Shizuya's body lay quietly on the cold ground, his face frozen with extreme fear and resentment.

Lynn put away the soul-capturing device and turned to walk out of the factory.

As he stepped out of the gate, Toudou Touka was leaning against the car door, waiting quietly.

Upon seeing Lynn come out, she immediately stood up straight.

"Owner."

Her gaze fell on Lynn's shoes, which were so clean they weren't covered in a speck of dust.

It's over.

Everything ended in a way that she could neither imagine nor understand.

Lynn ignored her inner turmoil and opened the passenger door directly.

"go back.".

200. You are a good person

When I returned to the special dormitory building, the sky was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

In the living room, Stella remained in that position, curled up on the cold floor.

Hearing the door open, her small shoulders trembled slightly, but she didn't look up.

Lynn ignored her and walked straight to Frilian's room, raising her hand to knock on the door.

"Come in."

Frilian's voice came from behind the door, still in that flat, monotone tone.

Lynn pushed open the door and entered. The room was dark, with only a faint light coming in from the window, outlining the petite figure sitting at the desk.

Before her floated a thick, glowing magic book, its pages turning automatically.

"nailed it."

Lynn tossed the soul-capturing device, which had turned pure black, onto the table.

Frilian shifted her gaze from the spellbook to the disc.

She stretched out her finger and gently touched the black crystal.

hum.

Inside the crystal, countless painful resentments seemed to be churning, struggling, yet firmly imprisoned by an invisible force.

“His obsession was strong enough,” Frilian gave a professional assessment. She raised her head, her emerald green eyes shining brightly in the darkness. “It seems he was very unwilling before he died.”

“He should thank me for elevating his life in his final moments,” Lynn said casually.

Frilian didn't comment on that statement. She stood up and took the Soul Steel Blunt Blade and the Soul Capturer in her hands.

"The materials are all ready, we can begin."

"Right here?" Lynn asked.

“No.” Freyland shook her head. “Awakening your innate spirit armor is essentially guiding your soul to ‘connect’ with the laws of this world. This process will trigger a violent energy surge, and the academy’s monitoring barrier will be immediately activated.”

She paused, then added, "Moreover, without enough pure 'earth vein' energy here to assist, the success rate will be lower."

"Earth veins?"

“You can think of it as the ‘blood vessels’ of this planet. We need to find a place with abundant ley line energy and where no one will disturb us,” Frilian explained. “Ideally, it would be an ancient shrine, ruins, or a naturally formed cave.”