Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

第98章 接近天灾级的威胁程度（2月1日，3/5）

Class D [Extremely Dangerous]

This is already considered the most dangerous target that can be found in the Containment Manual.

F-level vengeful spirits have combat power ranging from a pack of crazed huskies to a group of motorcycle gangs.

An E-rank vengeful spirit has one more finishing move than an F-rank vengeful spirit.

Its combat capability falls between that of an out-of-control car and a 100-ton truck.

And a Class D vengeful spirit.

Compared to E-rank vengeful spirits, they have begun to possess the power to project energy outwards.

The E-class prototype combat suit previously used by Yagi Heavy Industries was made from materials derived from a vengeful spirit called "Onifire".

Even that vengeful spirit couldn't release energy outwards; it could only wrap flames around itself.

A D-level rating can easily achieve this.

Starting from Rank D, the destructive power of vengeful spirits undergoes a qualitative leap.

Even among D-level vengeful spirits, there are differences in strength.

[Low Risk] This is roughly equivalent to the E-121 final form before the armored 100-ton king was equipped with old-fashioned cannons, which is about the level of threat.

The medium-risk level is equivalent to the destructive power of a main battle tank against a low-risk level; the powerful firepower of the medium-risk level can easily penetrate its defenses.

Ultimately achieving an overwhelming victory [High Risk] is equivalent to a well-trained armored platoon with 2 to 3 main battle tanks, drastically increasing the threat level.

The degree of danger of "extremely dangerous".

It's equivalent to a 100-meter-long freight train fully loaded with liquefied petroleum gas and out of control!

It was speeding toward the city center, while its carriages were constantly firing incendiary bombs.

This is no longer a threat like that of a main battle tank; it could plunge an entire area into complete danger.

This level of danger is very close to that of a Class C vengeful spirit, which is known as a "mobile natural disaster."

They are probably only missing the crucial characteristic of [Domain] to be close to Grade C.

Like before, the mother nest that he and Chika encountered at the observation station, which could continuously generate flesh-like beings, was a C-level [Extremely Dangerous] existence.

If it weren't for the magical girl [Hiroaki]'s intervention, at least tens of thousands of people in that large area would have lost their lives.

"Rank D [Extremely Dangerous] is beyond the capabilities of any current military industrial enterprise. Only magical girls can resolve it..."

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Kurokawa glanced at the description.

Old school building.

It looks like a school.

"It can't be Kaoru and Chinatsu's school, right?"

After thinking for a moment, Kurokawa shook his head with a wry smile.

Even if it's a coincidence, it can't be this coincidental, right?

Within a 100-kilometer radius of the headquarters.

This includes national, private, and public schools, and even all schools from kindergarten to university.

There are at least 10,000 schools.

That's right, not a few hundred, not a few thousand, but more than ten thousand!

What are the odds that out of ten thousand schools, this D-rank [Extremely Dangerous] just happened to appear at Qianxia's school?

If we also need to consider, it is a school with old school buildings.

The number may indeed be reduced significantly, but there will still be hundreds.

With a probability of less than 1%, it's best not to worry unnecessarily.

He had no intention of risking his life to deal with that dangerous enemy.

That was an existence he couldn't defeat without fighting desperately.

Moreover, he doesn't currently have a Class D containment cage.

Even if you fight desperately to defeat them, you won't gain much benefit.

The containment manual was closed.

Kurokawa stuffed it back into his inner bag and turned to walk towards the door.

He still has a lot of things to deal with.

The alloy door slid open.

The cold white light from the corridor leaked in.

He stepped forward, but his steps faltered instantly.

There are people outside the door.

Xun leaned against the wall, standing there sideways.

He was still wearing his white shirt.

The shirt was clearly too big for her.

The hemline falls to mid-thigh, and the loose neckline slips to one side, revealing a small patch of collarbone.

Her sleeves were rolled up twice to reveal her small, fair hands.

under....

She wasn't wearing anything at all.

A pair of legs were exposed straight in the light of the corridor.

She stood barefoot on the cold floor, her pink toes slightly curled.

Kurokawa's gaze lingered for only a moment.

Then it was moved away.

He recalled what had happened before.

On the day she moved in, Xun hugged this shirt and quietly asked him if she could give it to him.

The reason given was "I'm used to wearing it."

Kurokawa didn't think much of it at the time; it was just an old shirt.

Moreover, she had worn this shirt several times already.

It should have been covered in her body fragrance long ago.

If I were to take it back and wear it again...

What does that count for?

Like a pervert who collects and treasures a young girl's personal belongings.

Anyway, white shirts aren't worth much.

"Fine, I'll give it to you then."

'

Kurokawa raised his eyes and looked at her face.

Xun seemed unaware of how easily her current attire could lead to misunderstandings.

She simply widened her eyes slightly, looking at him with a hint of barely perceptible tension in her gaze.

"It's so late," Kurokawa asked, "Why aren't you resting yet? Don't you have school tomorrow?"

Xun straightened up gently, placing her hands behind her back.

"I'm getting up to drink some water."

She spoke softly, her gaze fixed on the floor.

"Then, I heard a noise outside—I was a little worried, so I went out to check."

lie.

Kurokawa understood almost immediately.

The factory has excellent sound insulation.

The containment area is located deep underground.

It was impossible for her to "hear a sound" unless she pressed her ear against the door.

But why would she lie?

Kurokawa didn't expose it.

He simply nodded, his tone casual.

"I was just dealing with containment items. It's nothing."

"----Um."

Xin Xun responded, but didn't move.

He was still standing there, barefoot on the floor.

The corridor fell into a brief silence.

Only the low hum of the ventilation system continued to echo in the background.

Kurokawa looked at her for two seconds.

Suddenly she spoke up: "Aren't you cold wearing so little?"

Xun's shoulders shrugged slightly.

"—A little."

"Then why aren't you going back to sleep?"

She raised her eyes and looked at Kurokawa.

Those deep purple pupils looked exceptionally clear under the corridor lights.

Hesitant to speak.

After a moment, he asked, "President, what about you? Aren't you going to rest?"

"I still need to tally up tonight's results, so it might be a little late."

Kurokawa waited another two or three seconds and saw that the girl didn't seem to be planning to go back to sleep.

"How about," he suggested, "we go to the lab for a glass of hot milk?"

Xun raised her eyes.

His eyes flickered.

""

Then, he nodded slightly.

"Um."

There was a hint of joy in his voice.

The research room was dimly lit.

Xun sat upright in the only swivel chair, her hands neatly placed on her knees.

The hem of the white shirt was pulled down, revealing only a small section of the thigh.

Kurokawa, with his back to her, heated milk on a small induction cooker next to the counter.

The aroma of milk gradually filled the air.

He poured her a glass and handed it to her.

"Be careful, it's hot."

"Thank you, President."

Xun accepted the mug with both hands.

The warmth seeped through the cup, spreading from my fingertips all the way to my heart.

She sipped the milk slowly, the sweetness melting on her tongue.

Kurokawa leaned against the edge of the control panel, watching her.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, which school did you and your sister go to?"

Chenghua Women's College.

She answered naturally, then added, "I heard from the teacher these past few days that a new student has transferred in, and they asked me to help take care of him."

"A new student?"

Kurokawa's eyes flickered slightly.

"At this time?"

"Um."

heart.

Kaoru nodded, her tone casual: "I heard it was due to family reasons; they suddenly moved to Tokyo."

"----Yeah."

Kurokawa responded and didn't ask any further questions.

His expression showed no change.

But several thoughts flashed through my mind quickly.

Transferring schools.

This point in time.

coincidence?

still----

Out of caution, he asked, "Do you know the new student's name now?"

Kaoru shook her head: "The teacher hasn't told me yet. What's wrong, President?"

"It's nothing, I was just curious."

Maybe I'm being too sensitive?

He stopped thinking and instead took out the containment manual from his pocket.

He flipped the page and his eyes fell on the reputation value column.

[Current remaining points: 10012]

I've been saving it up for a while now.

The impact of the previous Hoshino Sekimitsu video incident did not completely disappear even after the video was taken down.

Instead, it fermented more widely and deeply in the shadows, and he gained more than 9200 reputation points simply because of the subsequent impact.

Then came the actions taken at the old shopping mall a few days ago.

That operation also earned him over 800 reputation points.

Currently, 10000 points are enough for one highest-level lottery draw.

I hope I can draw the technology I want.

Thinking of this, Kurokawa raised his eyes and looked at Kaoru.

How was your luck in the prize draw?

Xun was taken aback.

The hand holding the cup paused for a moment.

She didn't understand why Kurokawa suddenly asked this question.

But I still answered honestly, "It was pretty good. My sister gave me a lottery ticket for my birthday before, and I even won 300,000 yen once."

Kurokawa remained silent.

A lottery ticket as a birthday gift?

This does indeed seem to be Chika's thought process.

"Well," he said, "let me share in your luck."

Before he could finish speaking...

He reached out and gently placed his hand on Xun's head.

Xun froze completely.

The warmth of my palm wafted through my hair.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her ears quickly turned red.

My mind went completely blank.

Kurokawa, however, had already withdrawn his gaze and fixed it on the [Invest 10000 reputation points for the highest-level lottery draw] option.

[A lottery with tens of thousands of points is underway —]

An invisible ripple spread out.

The manual pages are only visible to Kurokawa himself.

The light shimmered.

Xun felt the hand above her head tighten slightly.

next second.

A prompt appears:

Congratulations on receiving the reward—Plug-in Upgrade Device (0.5% chance)!

A glint flashed in Kurokawa's eyes.

I actually won!

He withdrew his hand.

"It seems," he said gratefully, "that you are indeed very lucky."

Xun remained frozen in place.

The sensation on my head still seems to be there.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

He could only lower his head and stare at the milk sloshing in the glass.

The blush from her ears quietly spread to her cheeks.

Kurokawa did not notice anything unusual about her.

He was staring at the brand-new device in the manual.

Plug-in upgrade device.

This is yet another past life being studied.

But even until the company was destroyed, it had only researched 5% of the cutting-edge technology!

Kurokawa wanted to assemble the new equipment right away. He waved to Kaoru and said, "After you finish your milk, go back and rest. I'm going to the equipment room."

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