A miraculous flash of pinkish-blue light accompanied it.

Both Hayakawa Aki's severed arm and Kwanghee's split in two were instantly restored to a completely unharmed state!

Seeing this heaven-defying healing power that defies common sense.

Even the well-informed Machima couldn't help but become interested.

She didn't interfere with the students' actions.

She simply walked straight to Denji, who was lying on the ground, and gently held his head in her arms.

He raised his hand, letting the blood from it slowly flow into his mouth.

Then, Machima raised her head and calmly addressed the expressionless, self-assured, and invincible Santa Claus:

"Having absorbed the flesh of the Dark Demon, it has rendered all attacks from the darkness nullifiable..."

Hello, Santa Claus.

Santa Claus looked down at her.

"Machima, your pathetic dream ends here."

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Machima ignored her provocation.

She simply lowered her head and gently pulled the ring on the electric man's chest.

"Denji-kun."

"You'll save me, right?"

In response, the roar of chainsaws echoed through the night sky.

The electric shock suddenly bounced up from the ground.

His response was...

"Wang!"

——End of Chapter——

Note ① - Shark Demon Bim: He came to the rescue when Denji kidnapped Koki the Demon, was ambushed by Santa's apprentice, and was then bound by the Demon himself. He possesses the special ability to swim in solid media and briefly revert to his complete shark demon form. He greatly admires the Chainsaw Demon.

Note ② - Spider Demon: Cannon fodder, used as a tool for Machima's arrival.

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Volume 1: Chapter 145 The Death List and Shop Goods

Opening her eyes, the glaring incandescent light made it difficult for Masumi Kamuro to open them.

Amidst the cacophony of voices and the scraping of suitcase wheels on the ground, she instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes and looked around.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is a vast tarmac, and inside the terminal, people come and go. The walls are covered with signs in English and slightly dated flip-flops.

'Airport?'

Masumi Kamuro stood frozen on the bench, her mind momentarily blank.

I just died and was waiting to be reborn...

Am I mistaken? Did I actually die once before and thus reincarnate?

I've been transported to the body of a sophisticated urban woman in the beautiful United States, about to board a plane for a business trip.

Masumi Kamuro pinched the bridge of her nose.

I feel like I'm going a bit crazy.

But to be fair, compared to the chuunibyou (delusional) trope of a high school girl saving the world, the urban beauty is definitely more acceptable.

Unfortunately, when Kamuro Masumi looked down and saw her Advanced Nurturing High School uniform, her lips twitched, and she finally accepted reality.

My dream is shattered.

Not only is she a miserable high school student, but she has also been thrown into a new place by the black ball.

"So, what brings you here now?"

Masumi Kamuro sighed, then leaned back on the bench. Unable to figure it out for the time being, she simply decided to give up.

As long as you don't run around, just stay put and wait for your dad to come to your rescue, you can't go wrong, right?

Just as she closed her eyes in a daze...

"Ding-dong-"

Suddenly, an English announcement came over the loudspeaker, seemingly urging passengers to board the plane as soon as possible.

Kamuro Masumi subconsciously touched her fingers and suddenly felt something extra between them.

She sat up straight, looked down, and found that she had somehow acquired an airplane ticket in her hand.

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