The Strange Cat from Fuuto

Seito University Hospital.

Rooftop.

A long, azure blade was plunged into the concrete floor, and in the void beside it, Palad trembled violently.

Looking at the azure knight, his eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of terror.

"This guy... he... he is..."

Miku, as if sensing something, turned and glanced at Palad, letting out a soft chuckle.

"Pfft!"

As Palad knelt on the ground, he felt as if he had sunk into the deep sea, the dark water devoid of any light, only filled with a massive, mountain-like sense of oppression.

Ignoring Parad, Miku inserted the prototype cartridge of Mighty Action X and the cartridge used by the little angel into the driver.

Raise your hand and hook it onto the pink dynamic lever of the player driver.

Now, give me a surprise!

"Gacchan!!"

The dynamic lever was gently pulled open by Miku and automatically shifted to the other side.

"Forehead..."

The little angel glanced at the driver at his waist, and a numbing sensation of electric current surged through his mind.

The two identical cartridges began to resonate with each other, unleashing unparalleled power.

"what!!"

The little angel, writhing in excruciating pain, convulsed and fell backward.

"Whoosh..."

It was like burning damp firewood, producing billowing smoke.

Starting from the driver at his waist, the little angel emitted purplish-black smoke from his entire body. The smoke was formed from a massive amount of Bugster virus, and if an ordinary person were present, even a tiny bit of it would cause them to disappear on the spot.

"Now, fully experience the pain, and then turn that pain into motivation to move forward!"

Miku, who was walking backward, raised his long sword, turned around and disappeared from the rooftop. The oppressive and suffocating sense of pressure dissipated like a gentle breeze.

"Pfft!"

Poppy, who had just sat down on the ground, was still trembling. For a moment, she thought she was going to die.

"Emiya?"

"Are you alright, Emu?"

Poppy, who was playing the little angel tune, crawled to the little angel's side on all fours. The thick, purplish-black smoke grew even larger, which made the little angel feel overwhelmed.

"Ugh!!"

The little angel, clutching his own neck, felt as if a thousand knives were cutting his entire body, and the fluctuating body temperature made him suffer even more.

“M…”

Seeing the little angel in such pain, Parad gritted his teeth and his body disintegrated into a stream of data, attempting to merge into his body.

Parad, who had just entered the little angel's body, felt an unusual pain.

"How could this be?"

"Shouldn't that be?"

Why can't we eliminate M's stress?

The next second, the little angel's body became blurry, like the misalignment of game animations when a game freezes.

"this..."

Poppy's eyes widened, and the little angel writhed in agony as he was gradually melted away by the massive amount of virus, leaving only a pile of clothes behind. The player driver and cartridges were nowhere to be found.

"Emiya?"

Poppy, trying to call out, blankly grabbed the clothes left behind by the little angel: "Emu?"

"Emiya!!!"

.......

Holy City Prison.

Meeting room.

Old Tan, with his long hair flowing down his shoulders, slowly walked into the meeting room under the escort of the guards. Che Che, wearing a reddish-brown coat, greeted him: "Oh, we meet again."

"President Dan Masamune!"

"Don't call me that anymore, I'm no longer the president of Genm!"

Old Tan lowered his chin and said with a gloomy look in his eyes, "I am now just a sinner!"

"Hey, don't say that!"

With a smile and a wave of his hand, Cheche flattered, "If you hadn't founded Genm Games, we wouldn't have the power to fight Bugster!"

Is that all you wanted to say?

Old Tan ignored Cheche, who awkwardly touched his chin and reached out to take a bag of gifts from under the partition window of the meeting room.

"Oh, by the way, I also brought you a gift!"

He gestured to the guard, Cheche, and handed the item to him. The guard then began to inspect it right under Lao Tan's and Cheche's noses.

Inside were several boxes of pastries, a can of tea, and books and CDs to pass the time.

Old Tan swallowed hard after seeing this. Prison was no pleasant place, especially for a criminal of his caliber. Getting a zero-day prison sentence was a serious crime. He hadn't had tea or snacks in a long time.

His attitude softened a bit: "If someone is being unusually helpful, they must have ulterior motives. What do you want to know from me?"

"It's been a very pleasant conversation with you. I've come here today to ask you about something."

"That's about something that happened sixteen years ago between your son and one of my friends."

With a smirk on his face, the car leaned forward, and Old Tan tilted his head: "Your friend?"

"Ah, my friend is named Hojo Emu."

"Hōshō Emu..."

A hint of reminiscence flickered in Old Tan's eyes. "This is a story from a long time ago."

CatsDog, top-floor office.

"Shh!"

Miku, clad in a deep blue armor, stepped out of thin air. Facing Miku in this posture, Serena reviewed the documents without even looking up.

"Where have you gone off to play again?"

Miku deactivated his transformation and gently scooped the youngest of the four little ones who had run towards him onto his back: "What do you mean by 'play'?"

"I have important business to attend to!"

"cut!"

Serena clicked her tongue and said nothing more. Instead, she hugged the compiled documents to her chest and said, "Now that you're back, have some fun playing with your nephew!"

"Where are Mick and the others?"

“Mick and Spring went out shopping, and Iggy is with his two kids, I don’t know what they’re up to. I don’t see them every day, you should really do something about them!”

"I understand. That guy Iggy just loafs around all day. I'll keep an eye on him!"

"Then let's do our best!"

Serena, smiling at Miku, gathered the other three little ones around Miku and left the office alone.

"Uncle!"

The eldest of the four little ones tilted his head back and let out a soft, sweet cry. Miku laughed and wrapped the old man around himself. This made the other two little ones unhappy, and they cried out and used their not-yet-sharp claws to hook Miku's fur and climb onto his back.

"Oh dear, looks like it's my turn to babysit today!"

Miku looked around and pouted, but still used her tail to protect the four little ones on her back as she walked towards the wall on one side.

With a flick of the eye, the oil painting rose up, the wall cracked open, revealing a passage to another dimension.

Miku, acting as the leader, carried his four nephews through the passage into the alternate dimension.

"Eve, report on the current progress!"

"Yes, Master!"

Eve projected her image into the air, revealing a small angel with its eyes closed. At that moment, the angel resembled a baby in the womb, curled up in a ball, its hands hugging its knees.

"The current progress is 25%, and there are still 75% left before it is fully mature."

"So much more is still needed!"

Miku pursed his lips. "In that case, let him go back, then accelerate his evolution and give him the appropriate stimulation."

"Yes, Master!"

Seito University Hospital.

Rooftop.

"Emu disappeared right here, leaving no trace of his body; he was completely annihilated!"

Poppy pointed to the spot where the little angel had disappeared before, and explained to CarCar, Hanaya Taiga, and Kagami Hiiro with a sob in her voice: "After the CatsDog Rider inserted the prototype cartridge and the original cartridge of Mighty Action X into the driver, Emu disappeared during the outbreak of the virus."

"Did the intern just die like that?"

Jing Feicai stared at the clothes that hadn't been cleared away from the ground, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes.

"Damn it, the people from CatsDog are going too far. We shouldn't have agreed to their demands in the first place."

Hua Jia Da's face was contorted with anger, and Che Che sighed, "What's the use of saying all this now? Yongmengren is gone!"

The car, crouching down to tidy up the little angel's clothes, leaned against the rocky wall, its mood heavy.

But just then, a shadow quietly fell, enveloping the car.