Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Chapter 129 Wrath!

Chapter 129 Wrath! (February 2.7th, 4/5)

On the other side, within the simplified domain.

The battle has lasted for eleven minutes.

Kurokawa and Shizuka Shimizu's figures intersected, separated, and collided at high speed in the narrow wooden corridor!

The metal tentacles scraped against the utility knife blade, producing ear-piercing sparks.

Shimizu Shizuka's attack pattern is extremely simple.

It's a slash!

There were no fancy external elemental projections, and no strange energy fluctuations.

There was only that ordinary utility knife, and the concept of "cutting" pushed to its limit.

But it is precisely this purity that is most dangerous.

Kurokawa had already used up one of the [Jealous Witch]'s mist transformation opportunities, at the cost of a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on the outside of his left arm, just a hair's breadth away from severing his arm.

Two of the four metallic tentacles on his back had been severed more than halfway, and their regeneration rate was far behind the rate at which they were being consumed.

The rules remain unclear.

He didn't even know what kind of enhancement he would receive after triggering the rules!

He hasn't been able to force his opponent to use any more moves so far!

The opponent's slash seemed to have no specific triggering conditions, or perhaps the conditions had already been met, but he hadn't noticed them yet.

Physical strength and energy are declining rapidly.

The extra 300% of battery power has already been used up by more than half due to overload and continuous high-intensity combat.

The nameless fire burning in his heart did not subside because of the battle; instead, it burned even brighter.

irritable.

Anxious.

There was another kind of feeling—a heavy, suffocating sense of oppression that even he himself couldn't understand.

It was as if something important was spiraling out of control, and he was trapped here, powerless to do anything about it.

He forced himself to spare a glance at his watch.

11 minutes 37 seconds.

There are 8 minutes and 23 seconds left until the agreed 20 minutes are up.

Just hold on for another eight minutes or so —

Support—should be arriving soon.

The thought had just arisen, as if to mock him.

A very faint yet perfectly clear notification sound came from his watch.

Immediately afterwards, the bar on the screen, representing the connection to the Yukimura breathing mask, displayed the value: [Liberation Rate: 63%] —

Without warning, it instantly went to zero.

Then, it turned completely gray.

[Connection interrupted]

Four small, cold white characters popped up.

Kurokawa's movements froze for less than 0.1 seconds.

Before the brain could even grasp the meaning of those four words, a colder, more cruel thought had already exploded within it.

Xuecun Baihua————

died? !

How is that possible?!

That violent female teacher, with her abnormally sharp intuition, stubbornness, and troublesome nature—that's it—

Absence.

Only for a moment.

But in battles of this caliber, death can happen in an instant.

At the edge of his vision, that slender figure, like a ghost, cut into the opening he had made due to a momentary lapse in concentration.

The blade gleamed white.

Silent and unseen, yet with a resolute determination to cut through everything, it aimed directly at the joint of his right arm, which had been raised as he parried!

Kurokawa's pupils constricted sharply, his fighting instincts screaming at him!

Buzz! The passive effect of the [Jealous Witch] plugin has been triggered again!

His right arm, along with half of his shoulder, suddenly exploded into a pink mist just before the blade struck his body!

The blade flashed through the mist, leaving only a ripple.

Physical attacks are immune.

But Kurokawa's heart sank suddenly.

The second nebulizer opportunity has been used up.

Moreover, the atomization and recombination process takes a short time, even if it's only a fraction of a second, but in high-speed combat, this is a fatal stun.

As expected, Shizuka Shimizu seemed to have anticipated this.

Without pausing, her blade flashed through the air. With a flick of her wrist, she slammed the blade horizontally, carrying the lingering intent of "severing," and struck Kurokawa's chest, which was just beginning to solidify and was still in a semi-mist state!

BOOM! ...

Amidst the sound of impact.

Kurokawa felt as if he had been hit head-on by a major event; his internal organs seemed to shift instantly, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat.

He flew backward and slammed hard into the mottled wooden wall behind him!

Boom!

The wall was recessed inward in the shape of a human, with wood chips flying everywhere.

Kurokawa slid to the ground, knelt on one knee, and coughed violently, a trace of dark red blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

A sharp pain shot through my chest, like my ribs were breaking.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

He raised his head and, through his somewhat blurred vision, looked at the girl at the end of the corridor, who was slowly sheathing her sword and was still shrouded in gray mist.

On the watch, the gray "Connection Interrupted" notification and the countdown with only eight minutes remaining flashed glaringly.

The nameless fire in my heart finally found a clear, burning outlet.

But the fever made him feel cold all over.

Physical fatigue.

The excruciating pain of a broken rib.

And there's that nameless fire burning ever brighter in my heart.

They were now tightly entangled, tearing at his nerves.

My vision began to blur, and every breath felt like a burning pain.

On the watch screen, there was a glaring "Connection Disconnected" message and a cold countdown with just over eight minutes left.

The heat waves burned his gradually fading consciousness in turn.

The feeling of irritability had reached its peak.

What exactly am I—

What are you doing?

Shizuka Shimizu is approaching again.

With a click, a new utility knife blade was introduced.

The blade was icy cold, aimed straight at his throat!

Kurokawa didn't even raise his hand to block.

Behind him, a tentacle suddenly sprang up, its end gripping the incoming blade tightly!

The tip of the knife stopped less than a centimeter from Kurokawa's throat.

The sharp blade sliced through the skin on the side of his neck, and warm blood slid down with gravity, dripping onto the old floor.

But the blade could no longer advance even an inch.

In this life-or-death stalemate.

In that very instant, when the sensation of blood sliding down was so clear.

He finally understood why he had been so angry from the very beginning.

It wasn't the high-pressure frustration caused by the situation getting out of control.

It is not an indictment of powerlessness.

A utter loathing for one's own weakness!

"What am I doing?!"

I have been reborn and returned!

Carrying technology and memories that are 15 years ahead of their time!

I founded a company, sheltered vengeful spirits, and amassed power, vowing to bury those high and mighty magical girls—

And now?!

I'm actually working myself to the bone here like a lowly henchman, just to—buy time?!

Just so I can wait for those magical girls I swore to destroy to come and save me?! To clean up the mess?!

Faced with a disaster far exceeding the team's current capabilities, is it rational and efficient to utilize all resources and wait for stronger assistance?

perhaps.

but----

Screw rationality!

Screw maximum efficiency!

I actually adopted a defensive posture from the very beginning!

From the moment the call was made, all hope was placed on those magical girls!

This nameless fire—

It is anger at the enemy before them.

It is also about this hidden, unnoticed "weakness" and "dependence" of one's own.

And what it generates is the most violent rage!

Struggling for fifteen years in my past life, I looked up at their backs —

Reborn once, yet destined to repeat the same trajectory, calculating and waiting for their charity in their shadows?!

no way!

Kurokawa clenched his teeth, blood seeping from between them.

The vision, which had been gradually blurred by exhaustion and pain, was forcefully reopened by this burst of rage! It coalesced!

In the depths of his eyes, a cold, seven-colored flame ignited!

Shimizu Shizuka, standing before him, paused slightly in her movements.

She "senseed" it.

The utility knife in his hand, gripped tightly by the tentacle, was trembling slightly.

It wasn't her who exerted the effort.

It was the blade itself that was humming with fear.

Danger!

Shimizu Shizuka made a quick decision and immediately retreated!

The slender figure leaped backward as if weightless, instantly creating a distance of more than ten meters!

It landed at the other end of the corridor.

The face shrouded in gray mist seemed to be "looking" at Kurokawa, with a hint of—puzzling doubt.

Kurokawa slowly straightened up.

The energy fluctuations that were originally violent but relatively stable within him began to tremble and surge violently out of control as his emotions fluctuated wildly!

The seven-colored flames flickered on and off, like a furnace on the verge of exploding.

He did not pursue them.

He swung his hand back and slammed it hard on the insert device on his lower back!

Click! Sizzle

The sound of steam jets.

The [Envy Witch] plugin, used for survival and defense, and the [Godless+] plugin, which provides a berserk boost, were forcibly ejected from the interface.

He only retained [Tentacle Regeneration+] and [Omnidirectional Analysis+].

Basics and perception.

Then, he flipped his wrist.

A card appeared in his palm.

The card's surface shimmered with an eerie, ominous dark red glow, as if life were pulsating within it.

C++-level plugin: [Demon God]!

Load: 20!

Kurokawa raised his head, his eyes calmer than ever before.

But beneath that calm lay boundless, abyss-like raging fury and determination.

"I've changed my mind."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a weight that seemed to cut everything off.

"Eight minutes————"