Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Kurokawa broke free of the fleshy walls, knelt on one knee, and his body was engulfed in boiling crimson flames.

The violent energy fluctuations, like a torch lit in the darkness, instantly attracted the attention of all the "living things" in the passage.

The twisted mass of flesh that was originally attacking Kanzaki's squad and lunging at Chinatsu suddenly froze.

Their faceless fissures all turned toward Kurokawa, their dark red bioluminescence flashing rapidly inside, as if they had received some kind of command from the "mother" or a higher will.

The next second, all the fleshy clumps abandoned their target, which was within reach. Their tentacles danced, wriggled, and leaped, like a school of piranhas that had smelled blood, swarming toward Kurokawa from all directions!

"President!" Chika struggled to sit up, her heart nearly stopping as she watched the crimson figure instantly engulfed by a crimson tide of flesh.

She didn't understand what "liberation rate exceeding 100%" specifically meant.

But the watch's piercing alarm, Kurokawa's suppressed, painful roar, and the ominous flames that seemed to burn with life itself... all instilled in her an instinctive fear.

That wasn't power, that was... the price!

In the center of the meat tide.

Kurokawa slowly straightened up.

The crimson flames scorched the air, producing a faint crackling sound.

The approaching clumps of flesh slowed significantly as they entered within a few feet of the flames, their surface mucus rapidly evaporated, and their tissues began to char.

But there are too many.

One layer of charred black residue peeled off, and two more layers immediately followed.

Kurokawa didn't look at the lumps of flesh.

His gaze pierced through layers of writhing crimson flesh and chaotic light and shadow, locking onto an inconspicuous shadowy corner deep within the passage.

There, the hunched figure, like a gecko blending into the background, quietly "sticks" to the hollow of the flesh wall, its empty, numb eyes silently watching everything.

【Highway Grandma】.

She seemed to have developed some kind of "interest" in Kurokawa's condition, and neither continued to attack the others nor immediately fled.

She was observing.

A cold, icy smile curved the corners of Kurokawa's mouth beneath his mask.

observe?

Then I'll let you see as much as you want!

With lightning speed, he reached his left hand towards his neck, ripped off the tactical lanyard with the [Patrol Acceleration Plugin] attached, and without even looking, swung it back and precisely slammed the plugin into the side of the magic battery in his lower back!

"Click...sizzle!"

A piercing electrical buzzing sound and a forced friction noise rang out simultaneously.

A few sparks flew from the edge of the slot.

Immediately afterwards—

Buzz ————————————————！ ！ ！ ！ ！

An energy roar, far more terrifying and violent than when Chika used it before, exploded from Kurokawa's body!

The activation of the plugin, along with the surging magical energy under overload conditions, created an unexpected superposition and resonance!

The crimson flames surrounding Kurokawa suddenly contracted inward, as if gripped by an invisible hand, and then, like a supernova explosion, burst outward with a roar!

The crimson light became so intense at that moment that it was almost black!

The data on the watch screen on the inside of his left wrist jumped wildly, and was finally covered by a bright red "ERROR" sign. Then, with a soft "snap," the screen shattered!

The world had completely changed in his eyes.

The sound disappeared.

The colors have faded.

All that remains are countless clear, slowly moving lines and outlines.

The swarming mass of flesh moved as slowly as if it were walking in the deep sea; the trajectory of every tentacle's swing and the signs of every muscle contraction were clearly visible.

In the distance, the frozen astonishment on the faces of the Kanzaki squad members and Chinatsu's clumsy attempt to get up were all turned into slow-motion shots played frame by frame.

And that hunched figure hidden in the shadows—

She seemed to sense a deadly danger; her previously still figure suddenly blurred, as if trying to accelerate again and disappear into the darkness.

But this time, in Kurokawa's perception, which was enhanced by both overload and plugins, her "speed" lost its meaning.

The subtle air currents she created as she moved, the delicate deformations of the flesh beneath her feet as she was trampled, even the flow of the cold, vengeful energy within her body... were all as clear as fireflies in the night.

Kurokawa made a move.

There was no dramatic display, no unnecessary preparatory actions.

He simply adjusted the angle of the two swords crossed in front of him.

Then, the fleshy ground beneath their feet, scorched and cracked by the crimson flames, suddenly exploded, creating a shallow crater!

His figure disappeared from the spot.

It's not an afterimage.

It is a leap that is almost like "teleportation" above the limit of the visual capture of most people!

The crimson light stretched into a straight, intense, terrifying thin line, as if it would cleave the entire scarlet cavity in two!

He ignored all the slow, clumsy lumps of flesh along the way, ignored the obstacles in space, and stabbed straight at his target in the shadows!

The blade has not yet arrived.

That violent, scorching, and destructive crimson energy field had completely enveloped that shadowy corner!

For the first time, a kind of "astonishment" appeared in the empty, numb eyes of the "high-speed grandma".

Her thin body snapped backward at an ergonomically unnatural angle, and at the same time, she pushed off with her feet, attempting to spring sideways at an even faster speed.

but--

"Too slow."

Kurokawa's icy voice, like the whisper of death, rang in her ears.

The crossed swords transformed into two crimson crosses of death, sealing off all her space to dodge!

The boiling crimson flames on the blade completely suppressed and devoured the surrounding scarlet bioluminescence.

cut--!

The crimson blade flashed like a red-hot iron cutting into solidified grease.

laugh--!

A muffled, tearing sound.

[Grandma on the highway] Her hunched back and the dark, old kimono she wore had a long tear in it!

The shriveled, wrinkled skin below was cut open, but no blood flowed out; only a thick, black substance, like tar, slowly seeped out.

"babble--!"

A sharp, inhuman scream of pain burst from the corner of her split mouth.

For the first time, a clear, venomous resentment, a mixture of pain and rage, welled up in her empty eyes.

The speed that he was so proud of was completely suppressed, which brought not only injuries, but also a kind of deep-rooted humiliation and rage belonging to the level of "legend" and "rules".

With his thin legs stomping on the ground, the writhing flesh beneath his feet suddenly sank and cracked!

Her figure blurred again, attempting to forcefully create distance with an explosive burst of power beyond her limits.

The E-level vengeful spirit, "High-Speed ​​Granny," has one of its core rules as an incredible instantaneous acceleration. According to incomplete files, its peak speed can even briefly exceed 100 kilometers per hour, making it almost teleporting in narrow spaces.

But at this moment—

Enveloped in the boiling, crimson flames surrounding Kurokawa, which seemed to affect even the flow of time, and hampered by the chaotic energy caused by her own injury...

Her explosive leap, which was so fast that it was impossible for the retina of an ordinary person to detect, was still clearly discernible in Kurokawa's eyes, and even... seemed somewhat "slow".

"Can they escape?"

Kurokawa's icy voice was like a leech clinging to a bone.

He took a step forward.

It wasn't a simple step; it was crushing and exploding the entire charred, brittle flesh beneath his feet like a crispy biscuit!

Using this violent reaction force, his figure once again transformed into that blazing crimson line, arriving first despite being behind, and firmly biting the trajectory of [High-Speed ​​Granny] as she retreated!

The twin swords no longer slashed in a cross pattern, but transformed into a dazzling crimson net of blades, which splashed towards the opponent like water.

Chop, slice, slash, flick... the simplest basic knife techniques, when combined with absolute speed and power, transform into the most deadly storm of death.

The old woman screamed as she frantically dodged and blocked in all sorts of human-inferior postures.

Her withered, bird-claw-like hands, which had somehow become covered with a rock-like sheen, clashed head-on with the crimson blade, producing a piercing sound and sparks flying everywhere.

But with each collision, the luster on her hands dimmed a little, and her thin, bony arms trembled violently.

The two fought like two death whirlwinds, one red and one gray, clashing, intertwining, and colliding wildly within the narrow cavity filled with crimson flesh.

Wherever it passed, the twisted clumps of flesh that had no time to dodge or try to stop it were like fresh meat being thrown into a meat grinder.

Whether it's a tough tentacle or a thick chunk of flesh, the moment it comes into contact with the crimson blade light or the energy shockwave emanating from the collision of the two, it is cleanly and neatly shredded and ground into mincemeat!

The pungent, burnt smell and the stench of blood were so intense they were almost tangible.

Kanzaki and his three teammates had retreated to the corner, leaning against the still "sturdy" flesh wall, staring dumbfounded at the battle that was completely beyond their comprehension.

The bullet-ineffective mass of flesh was as fragile as a paper toy in front of those two.

And that terrifying old woman was currently being... unilaterally suppressed? Hunted down by that man in the suit?

Is...it really...human?

It sounded like a murmur from a team member, who was talking to himself in disbelief.

Kanzaki did not answer.

His worldview began to crumble when Chika kicked the fleshy man away.

At this moment, the scene before them, resembling a battle between demons in a myth, was completely crushing those collapsed fragments into dust.

Humanity?

What kind of "human" could have its entire body burning with crimson flames like blood?

What kind of "human" could possess such speed and power... seemingly capable of cleaving through space itself?

This is beyond the explanation of "experts" or even "enhanced warriors".

This is basically... a war between monsters!

These "elite soldiers" armed with rifles are as insignificant as ants in a storm here.

The tide of battle seemed to be turning in Kurokawa's favor.

Grandma Gao Su's wounds multiplied, and her movements became increasingly sluggish and clumsy. The resentment in her empty eyes almost materialized and flowed out, and her sharp screams carried the madness of someone at their wit's end.

The crimson blade flashed through the air once more, this time aimed directly at her neck!

If this strike lands squarely, even with the tenacity of a vengeful spirit, it will definitely not be easy to withstand!

Kanzaki's heart leaped into his throat, as if he could foresee the sight of that withered head flying off in the next moment.

Chika struggled to her knees and stand up, a glimmer of hope rekindling in her eyes.

however--

Just as the crimson blade was about to touch that wrinkled, grayish-white skin...

An unexpected change occurred!