Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Chapter 124 Domain! (February 2.6th, 4/5)

Even as he saved Kaoru, Yukimura's heart was still pounding and his limbs felt weak.

But she knew there was no time to catch her breath.

"smoke!"

She propped herself up, her voice urgent and even trembling.

"I just—I think I heard something! Someone told me there are two monsters in the indoor stadium!"

sound?

Whose voice is that?

Kaoru was tackled by Yukimura and stunned by the blast wave. Upon hearing this, a clear look of confusion flashed in her eyes.

But now, it's all pure luxury.

She forced herself to concentrate, instantly switching her focus to the perspective of the nearest floating turret, the camera abruptly turning towards the west indoor stadium.

Magnify, focus.

She could "see" clearly through the broken ceiling of the stadium.

In the center of the empty basketball court, there were indeed two figures standing.

They were all wearing old-fashioned basketball team vests and shorts, and were tall.

But their "hands" —

No, that can no longer be called a hand.

At the ends of the arms are two pairs of grotesque "baskets" forcibly intertwined and fused together by rusted wire, broken netting, and twisted metal frames.

Inside each basket, a black basketball is constantly spinning.

That powerful attack, comparable to a cannonball, clearly came from them.

Judging from the aura and the destructive power of that attack—

These two basketball-shaped vengeful spirits are at least Level E [High Risk] or higher!

Xun gritted her teeth fiercely.

Fighting on multiple fronts has increased the pressure significantly.

But she had no choice.

On the track and field, the high-speed duel between the older sister and the vengeful spirit with the saw blade continued, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.

The vengeful spirit on the fourth floor that used "pen arrow rain" is clearly a more threatening Class D spirit and must be contained.

The newly emerged basketball vengeful spirit cannot be ignored either.

If they are allowed to fire at long range without restraint, everyone will be put on the defensive.

A decision made instantly.

Divergence of consciousness.

"[King Kong], [Thousand Thunder]!" she commanded silently. "Target: Indoor Gymnasium, two basketball vengeful spirits. Destroy them!"

Boom!Boom!

The two puppets that had been silently guarding the side moved at the same time.

【Subduing Demon Vajra】 took heavy steps, like a moving fortress, rolling over the track and heading straight for the stadium.

Its mission is to withstand attacks head-on and suppress the enemy.

【Thousand Thunder】then transformed into a streak of silver-white lightning, darting out at an even faster speed, intending to cut in from the flank or rear, using speed to disrupt and deliver a fatal blow.

At the same time, Xun reclaimed her main control.

The vengeful spirit of the pen on the fourth floor is the biggest threat at present.

Rank D, possessing both wide-area coverage and precise targeting capabilities, she must not be allowed to interfere with other battlefields or attack the unsuspecting Chinatsu and Kurokawa.

"【Thousand Shadows】————Floating Cannon Array————"

Deep within Xun's pupils, the data stream was refreshing wildly.

The Thousand Shadows puppet, skilled in long-range precision sniping, quietly retreated to a cover, its shoulder-mounted sniper unit deployed, and the deep muzzle steadily rose, locking onto the broken window on the fourth floor.

The twenty floating gun emplacements were reorganized.

The cannons were slightly adjusted, and both were aimed at the enemy.

Their goal is simple.

It will keep the other party occupied for at least twenty minutes!

This buys time for the magical girls to provide support and reduces pressure on other battlefields.

However, this resulted in Xun's control load reaching an unprecedented peak.

At the same time, he meticulously controlled [Thousand Shadows] to make long-range sniping predictions and commanded twenty floating cannons to carry out tactical coordination.

We also need to allocate some attention to the battle between [King Kong] and [Thousand Thunder] inside the stadium, as well as the overall situation —

Her brain felt like it was being roasted over a fire, every nerve stretched to its limit.

It could no longer spare even a fraction of its energy to protect its own body.

She bit her lower lip and looked at Yukimura, who was pale-faced beside her.

"Teacher Yukimura—" Kaoru pleaded, "I—I can't afford to be distracted and protect myself. A sneak attack from the shadows—can you please help me?"

This is her only, and also her biggest, weakness.

Yukimura met Kaoru's gaze and nodded emphatically without any hesitation.

"Leave it to me."

Her answer was unusually firm.

This is the only thing she can truly help with at this moment.

She gripped the pistol tightly and took another deep breath through her breathing mask.

More magical energy surged in, amplifying her senses to their limits.

She no longer tried to "see" Chika, who was moving at high speed, nor did she pay attention to the distant artillery fire.

Her entire attention was focused on one point: all the space within a radius of 100 meters centered on Xun.

Any unusual air movement, any hidden energy fluctuation, any concealed malicious gaze—

She must be aware of it in advance.

Then, go and protect the girl behind you who is single-handedly supporting two battlefields.

The pressure is immense.

But Yukimura stood up straight and blocked Kaoru's way.

A more subtle, yet more profound malice lurks there, like a hidden reef beneath the deep water.

"Mr. Kurokawa!"

She quickly turned to Kurokawa, who remained on guard as if waiting for something.

He shouted, "The last one, on the first floor of the north side of the teaching building. In the laboratory. She's right there."

Kurokawa's eyes suddenly narrowed.

This is what he's been waiting for.

Of the five vengeful spirits, four have already appeared.

The last one, and the most dangerous one, never showed up.

The vengeful spirit must be restrained; it must not be allowed to join any battlefield and create an overwhelming force.

And this restraint can only be exerted by him.

"understood."

Kurokawa responded with only two words, without any further emotion.

He bent down and picked up a black metal box that had been prepared beforehand from beside the car.

The box wasn't big, but it felt unusually heavy in his hands.

He didn't turn around, but strode straight toward the teaching building stained with blood.

Behind them, the deafening roar of battle echoed across the track and field.

The high-speed collision between Chika and the saw blade, the hiss of the floating turret, the dull thud echoing from the distant stadium—

However, the moment he stepped into the hole in the teaching building...

All sounds seemed to be abruptly cut off by an invisible hand.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

It was completely different from the bright, clean, and lively corridor during the day.

All that could be seen was shattered darkness, with broken steel bars protruding from the wall like the ribs of a monster, and dust and debris floating slowly in the bloody light.

The air was icy cold.

It wasn't just low temperature; it was a chilling cold that penetrated to the very bone.

With each breath, it felt like my lungs were being scraped by ice shards.

Kurokawa's steps were very light.

It landed silently.

A faint, multicolored light flowed quietly through the cracks in his combat suit, providing the only illumination and dispelling the invisible chill that tried to cling to him.

He carried the box in his left hand, while his right hand hung naturally at his side, but his fingertips were only a millimeter away from the hilt of the knife at his waist.

North side.

First floor.

laboratory.

He adjusted his breathing, completely shutting out all the noise from the outside world.

Now, he's the only one here.

And in that darkness, waiting for him—"her".

And as he stepped over the last corner leading to the north laboratory.

The surrounding scenery distorted and changed without warning.

Before my eyes, there were no longer the cold concrete walls and tiled floors of the teaching building.

Before me stood an old, dark brown wooden wall.

The gaps between the wooden planks were large, and the surface was covered with mottled scratches and dried dark stains.

Wood chips and dust drifted down from the cracks in the ceiling.

The smell in the air has changed too.

It wasn't the mixture of dust and blood, but rather a rich, rotten smell of aged wood, mixed with a faint hint of rust and disinfectant.

Kurokawa abruptly stopped in his tracks.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

field?!

No—not yet.

The true C-level realm is an extension of the will of vengeful spirits, a space governed by the rules of "living".

The mirror before me seems to have been forced by an overwhelming resentment and obsession, covering a small area of ​​reality with the image of my memories.

Simple domain.

Or rather—the space of obsession.

The biggest difference between a Class D vengeful spirit and a Class E vengeful spirit is that the latter's energy can be projected outwards, creating more destructive attacks or consequences.

Grade C is the true dividing line for all vengeful spirits.

A logo defines a territory!

Within their own domain, the rules of vengeful spirits become extremely easy to trigger, and the power of their ultimate attacks is terrifyingly amplified.

That was a qualitative change.

In their previous lives, those large companies, after years of development, also achieved a qualitative leap in their own technology.

Their fight against Class D vengeful spirits is hardly news anymore; in fact, they have gradually become the main force in dealing with them.

However, when they face C-level vengeful spirits, living spaces, and natural disasters, their casualties will be extremely high.

In the past, the Kanzaki squad was remembered precisely because they dealt with C-class vengeful spirits.

All of this is enough to illustrate just how dangerous the realm of C-level vengeful spirits truly is.

Although the wooden space in front of us was strange, it did not have that kind of "life".

It is merely a frozen fragment of memories filled with sadness and anger.

This also indicates that the vengeful spirit is very close to being at level C.

In those few seconds that Kurokawa was quickly assessing the situation,

despair.

despair.

despair.

Clear footsteps echoed from point C in the wooden corridor.

Unhurried, composed, and even possessing a unique rhythm.

Kurokawa immediately composed himself, banishing all distracting thoughts from his mind.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the direction from which the voice came.

Through the dim light from an unknown source, a slender figure gradually emerged from the shadows.

She finally met the first and most dangerous victim.

He is also the true master of this "domain".

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