Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

at the same time.

On a floor below, a female celebrity who had just returned home was startled by the continuous strange noises from the rooftop. She went to her balcony and looked up in confusion.

Then, she witnessed a scene she would never forget—

A dark figure is plummeting rapidly from the sky!

"ah--!"

She covered her mouth, a scream stuck in her throat.

The next second, the figure twisted suddenly in mid-air!

Behind them, four blood-red energy limbs suddenly sprang out, their ends hardening, and fiercely chiseled into the solid glass curtain wall!

Splash! ...

Amidst the ear-piercing sounds of shattering glass and twisting metal!

Sparks and debris flew across the night sky!

The four tentacles, like the strongest anchor chains, plowed four jagged cracks into the curtain wall, forcefully stopping the fall!

The figure hovered.

It was only four or five meters away from her balcony.

She could even see the man's tattered black suit and his cold, piercing gaze.

That gaze seemed to sweep over her, and then—

Damn it.

A suppressed whisper.

The four tentacles suddenly contracted, exerting force in alternating directions!

Like a humanoid spider, the figure sped upwards along the broken curtain wall at an astonishing speed, disappearing in the blink of an eye at the edge of the rooftop.

The female celebrity stood there stunned for a few seconds before suddenly snapping back to reality. Her face turned pale as she rushed back into the house and frantically grabbed the phone.

roof.

Kanzaki flipped and landed, crouching to absorb the force, his blood-red tentacles rising up behind him, scanning the area warily.

The roof was empty.

The attacker vanished again, leaving only the severely wounded "letter eyeball" vengeful spirit struggling in place, its single eye filled with a mixture of resentment and fear.

The sound of liquid being poured could be clearly heard through the headset.

Then came Kurokawa's calm voice:

"Captain Kanzaki, bad news. That lady has gone to call security. You have three minutes left."

Inside the factory, Kurokawa poured freshly boiled water into a cup noodle, covered it, picked up a simple mechanical timer, turned it to the three-minute mark, and placed it aside.

The ticking sound began to ring out regularly.

three minutes.

Kanzaki slowly straightened up.

Beneath the mask, his breathing was slightly rapid due to the near-death experience and the series of bursts of energy.

His right eye swept over the heavily wounded vengeful spirit, while he vigilantly sensed the movement of every inch of air around him.

"President," his voice was hoarse but unusually calm, "that state you were in at the underground base... completely red. Can I use it?"

"Overload mode?"

Kurokawa's voice came along with the ticking of the timer.

"Of course. Technically, any compatible individual can forcibly activate it. But that's a life-or-death gamble that pushes the body and equipment to their limits. Once used, there's no turning back. If you win, you'll inevitably lose lifespan afterwards. If you lose..."

"I understand," Kanzaki interrupted him, his tone resolute. "Tell me how."

"There is a hidden red safety valve on the back of the magic battery. Press it down firmly until you hear a 'click' sound to unlock, then rotate it 180 degrees to the left."

Kurokawa provided clear guidance.

"That will bypass the atomization filtration system and pump the most primal, most violent magical energy directly into your circulation. The process will be...exciting."

Kanzaki did not hesitate.

He reached his left hand to his lower back, his fingertips touching the slightly protruding device, and pressed it down firmly.

Click.

A soft sound.

Device unlocked.

He exerted force with his fingers and suddenly rotated half a circle to the left.

Buzz—!!!

Unfiltered by the mask, the scorching and violent primal magical energy, like a burst dam of lava, instantly rushed into his mouth and nose, then surged through his blood vessels and nerves throughout his body!

"uh-huh--!!"

Kanzaki couldn't help but let out a low groan, his body trembling violently, as if every cell was being torn apart and then forcibly infused with terrifying power.

The originally dark blue energy aura around him began to twist and boil at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then--

It suddenly turned into a blazing, ominous crimson!

The liberation rate value on the factory screen jumped wildly, instantly breaking through the 100% threshold and continuing to soar!

But it's not over yet.

Kanzaki reached for the slot on the side of the magic battery again.

There, you can also find [Tentacle Regeneration] and [Patrol Acceleration].

He opened the device, and without even looking at it, he slammed the last, unused [Puppet Control Plugin] into the third slot with all his might!

Snap! Sizzle—!!!

The ear-piercing noise of energy overload was like metal being torn apart!

Buzz ——————————————————! ! ! !

All three plugins were simultaneously energized and resonated by the primal, ferocious crimson energy!

The four energy tentacles behind Kanzaki blazed with crimson light until they were almost black!

Its form became even more robust and ferocious!

The surface even shows terrifying patterns resembling lava cracks, exuding a suffocating aura of destruction.

His field of vision began to be consumed by crimson, and the shared drone perspective became clearer and faster, even enabling high-speed dynamic prediction and analysis.

power.

Destructive power.

A mixture of excruciating pain, a feeling of his body on the verge of collapse, roared within him.

He slowly raised his head, crimson flames spilling from the edge of his mask and the cracks in his suit, making him look like a vengeful demon crawling out of hell.

Through its crimson vision, its right eye coldly locked onto the heavily wounded vengeful spirit, while its senses, like the most sensitive radar, scanned every corner of the rooftop where an invisible being might be hiding.

Three minutes countdown, ticking away.

Kanzaki completely erupted.

The crimson figure suddenly charged forward, leaving behind a scorching shockwave.

Four tentacles, resembling lava cracks, arrived first, like four roaring blood dragons, twisting towards the vengeful spirit in the letter's eyeball.

The vengeful spirit shrieked, its tattered paper wings flapped desperately, and its long neck twisted as it tried its best to dodge the onslaught of tentacles.

It was fast and its predictions were still accurate, managing to narrowly escape through the gaps in the blood-red storm in the first few seconds.

But it didn't work.

In his overloaded state, Kanzaki's strength, speed, and reaction time completely overwhelmed the opponent.

One dodge is a little slow.

laugh!

A blood-red tentacle pierced the base of its already damaged paper wings like a poisonous spear, pinning it to the ground!

The vengeful spirit's one eye shrank abruptly, and it struggled frantically.

Another tentacle wrapped around its long neck and tightened suddenly!

The other party also wrapped their long neck around Kanzaki.

A tug-of-war ensued.

But Kanzaki was more composed; he wasn't in a hurry to deal with the enemy in front of him.

The invisible attacker still lurks in the shadows.

Kanzaki continued his offensive relentlessly, launching a relentless and oppressive attack against the vengeful spirit of the letter.

The movements were wide and sweeping, seemingly fierce, but at a certain moment, they revealed an extremely brief and fleeting defensive gap.

flaw!

Almost at the same instant the flaw appeared—

The air behind them suddenly distorted!

A completely transparent gust of air, which only causes a slight disturbance when moving at high speed, pierced straight into Kanzaki's exposed left rib!

The timing was cunning, and the speed was astonishing!

However, at the edge of Kanzaki's Crimson Horizon, in the shared view from high above, the image is fixed on that seemingly "empty" area.

At the very instant the invisible one launched its attack—

hum!

A crimson magical energy appeared on the surface of the jet-black drone hovering diagonally above the building.

The next second, an equally crimson tentacle shot out with lightning speed, accurately predicting the invisible man's charging trajectory, and slashed down from above!

Snapped--! ! !

A crisp, muffled sound!

In that completely transparent air, a chaotic burst of energy flashes suddenly erupted, vaguely outlining a staggering, distorted human figure!

Puppet control + tentacle regeneration + patrol enhancement.

The fusion effect of the three plugins allows the object controlled by Kanzaki to have tentacles that are the same as those on his body!

These tentacles possess the same strength and speed, as well as the ability to accelerate when they sense an enemy accelerating!

"Got you!"

Kanzaki was already poised to strike!

He didn't even look back. The two crimson tentacles behind him seemed to have their own consciousness. The moment the invisible man's body faltered, they turned around and coiled back!

Swish!Swish!

Two crimson tentacles, one on the left and one on the right, tightly bound the invisible creature that had just revealed its outline for a moment!

A tremendous force is applied instantly!

"babble--!!!"

A completely different mental scream erupted, piercing straight into the brain!

The invisible man struggled violently, his figure flashing wildly between transparency and semi-transparency, trying to disappear again.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Faced with such a vast power disparity, any rules seem pale and powerless, let alone such an invisible auxiliary ability.

Kanzaki turned around, and a bright crimson light shone from beneath his mask.

The other two tentacles also released the incapacitated letter spirit, and like four blood pythons ready to devour their prey, they all aimed at the firmly locked-on invisible one.

"Now," he said hoarsely, "it's time to end this."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

And this moment.

Inside the apartment elevator, the floor numbers climbed rapidly.

The still-shaken female celebrity clutched her phone, her face pale, and incoherently repeated herself to the two fully armed security guards beside her.

"...Really! I fell from upstairs! There were... there were tentacles-like things! They grabbed onto the glass! And then they went back up! The rooftop! There must be something on the rooftop!"

The two security guards also looked grim.

Where had they ever seen such a sight?

If the glass on the roof hadn't shattered and fallen to the ground, it would still be scattered on the ground outside the lobby.

They almost thought the female celebrity was hallucinating due to excessive work pressure.

The elevator reached the top floor, and they quickly arrived at the door to the rooftop.

"Please step back, ma'am." A security guard took a deep breath, pulled out a rubber baton from his waist, and placed his other hand on the doorknob.

Another security guard raised a powerful flashlight.

The door slowly opened.

The beam of a powerful flashlight pierced the darkness of the rooftop, sweeping cautiously across.

The expected monsters or bandits did not appear.

There was only a mess.

The waterproof layer was covered with deep scratches and large patches of sticky, slightly smelly, dark green stains.

Some walls and ventilation equipment casings have obvious dents and tears.

Near the edge, a huge hole was smashed into the low wall.

All traces of violence remain.

But the "thing" that created all of this, whether human or ghost, has vanished without a trace.

The two security guards stood frozen in place, the beams of their powerful flashlights trembling slightly, illuminating their pale faces and the incredulous horror in their eyes.

"This..." one of them said, his voice trembling, "What... exactly happened here?"

The night wind swept through the broken low wall, stirring up a few charred fragments, but there was no answer.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Inside the factory.

The timer emitted a crisp "ding."

We'll be there in three minutes.

The instant noodles in front of Kurokawa were perfectly steeped.

He lifted the lid, picked up a fork, stirred it, and then picked up a mouthful of noodles.

Almost simultaneously, Kanzaki's voice came through the earpiece:

"Mission accomplished. Both vengeful spirits have been contained. I have evacuated to a safe location."

Kurokawa put the noodles in his mouth, slurped them up, and slowly chewed and swallowed.

Then, speaking calmly into the microphone, he replied:

"Well done, Captain Kanzaki."