Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"Damn mortals!"

The Raven Angel was so angry she couldn't speak. If she hadn't been forced to stand still and cast a spell, taking a direct hit from an RPG and causing the ritual to backfire and drain her magic power, would she have ended up in such a terrible state? If she did it again, with all her buffs applied, the opponent would definitely be the one to die!

"Shut up!" With a thrust of his right hand, the sharp blade cut along the broken ribs and bit into the remaining core of the Raven Angel.

Its breath suddenly weakened completely, but it still managed to speak: "You think you're safe after defeating me? Hahaha, Lord Mammon's ritual will definitely be completed, and you will all die..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka pouted: "Isn't it just three ritual points? And then they secretly hatch and smuggle themselves in some other place."

The Raven-Bone Angel struggled to clamp the blade between its arm bones: "You..."

"How should I know? I saw it. You guys are still too young, thinking you can fool me? Naive! I'll send Mammon down to join you, and scatter his ashes!"

"Pfft!" The Raven-Bone Angel is dead.

The eerie space began to return to its original state, and the corpse of the Raven Angel rapidly weathered away, leaving only a purplish-blue object.

"?!"

25. AP efficiency is acceptable.

Yuuma Itohori swore he had never seen anything so terrifying; he could hardly breathe.

It was an irregularly shaped object, exhibiting extreme asymmetry, being larger at the top and smaller at the bottom.

Its color is not found in nature; like an artificial creation, it displays a vibrant spectrum of colors, gradation from blue to purple. Its surface is covered with tubular structures, strangely intertwined, possessing a harmony that transcends human aesthetics and is dizzying to behold.

Look closely, is that an illusion? Why is it still trembling slightly? No, it's actually pulsating!

No, I'm almost ten meters away from this strange thing, so why can I see it clearly?!

Yuuma Goto's muddled thoughts seemed to stir slightly before freezing again. He just stared blankly at the irregular mass of flesh, his heart pounding in rhythm with it, as if with each beat, desire and thought were being pumped out of his body...

"Wake up!" Fujimaru Ritsuka slapped Itohori across the face.

He turned his stiff neck, feeling as if in a dream, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to Fujimaru Ritsuka's left hand.

Slap! He slapped himself hard across the face, then heard Fujimaru Ritsuka say, "Go wake up your underlings once you're sober. Once I've packed them in the box, everything will be fine."

He nodded stiffly, then rushed over and started punching and kicking his underlings. By this time, they had returned to the dilapidated old house in the real world, and dust flew everywhere after the outburst.

Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned, but fortunately the gas mask kept the dust out. He bent down, stuffed the thing into a box, sealed it, and looked up to see a group of people waiting respectfully.

"Sir...has the situation here been resolved?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded with amusement: "That's right, it's been resolved. Let's go out."

"Oh dear, thanks to your help, otherwise we would definitely not have returned."

"No, that monster doesn't look like something we can handle."

Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted them with amusement: "Isn't there Mr. Goto Yuuma's RPG? What are you afraid of?"

A group of people started flattering him, saying, "But you still need time to take out your RPG."

"Exactly! And if we hadn't stopped that monster, we might have been controlled by some weird, chaotic magic. How could that be?"

"Hey boss, this RPG is really awesome, can we have a few more?"

"Get lost! You think it's so easy for China to get its own 40mm rockets? We're out of stock!"

Amidst the murmurs, Fujimaru Ritsuka stepped out the door.

He took away the key items of the ritual, and his investigation confirmed that the ritual site had indeed been destroyed.

But what unsettled him was the key item—the Primal Heart engraved with the Mammon symbol.

Although in some pay-to-win games it is a worthless item that every Chaldea Master can hoard hundreds or thousands of, if you examine its description closely you will notice something strange.

The hearts of primal gods originate from certain demigods. Even after leaving the body, they continue to beat until all the curses within are expelled. Only those familiar with the curses and capable of withstanding their power and madness can utilize them.

It possesses the dual characteristics of curse and divinity, with holiness and depravity intertwined within it, thus being used by believers in Mammon as a symbolic ritual for falling from heaven and descending into hell.

The Raven Angels who guarded the ritual were actually incredibly powerful, but unfortunately they were too reckless.

"He's just like an ordinary human who got carried away after gaining superhuman power..." Fujimaru Ritsuka muttered to herself, then looked up and asked Itohori Yuuma, "Speaking of which, have you completely lost track of the higher-ups at the Baymamon Peace of Mind and Happiness Committee?"

Yuma Itohori nodded: "That's right, they disappeared overnight, without leaving any trace."

"I understand. Go and inquire about the situation at the other two locations!" Fujimaru Ritsuka remained noncommittal, directing Itohori Yuuma to contact the other two sides, while she stood in place pondering.

If I'm not mistaken, then after our trip to the underground caves, we should be able to learn the truth. Hmph, maybe Mammon never even existed; it was just a bunch of reckless people who obtained these strange objects and went mad.

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly remembered what she had said to the old man of the Tojo Clan, and her expression became a little strange: Could it be that she had just casually said some of the truth?

"Sir, the other two sides are settled. Let's head back to headquarters!"

Okay, let's go back and pack up first, and see how things are on the other two sides.

The black sedan started, leaving behind the apartment where disaster and tragedy had occurred. May the poor souls be freed from their sins and find peace.

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There are three items on the table.

The long, bronze chain, occasionally emitting a faint red glow, was dizzying, as if sucking away one's soul. It was wrapped around a wooden sculpture of a demon with two bird heads.

The silver coins, deeply engraved with the symbol of Mammon, lay scattered amidst a pool of black dust radiating a purple glow. The coins themselves emanated no unusual phenomena, but a closer look at the dust revealed countless phantoms, scenes of every luxurious indulgence imaginable, enough to make one's blood boil.

The heart, however, beat incessantly, emanating an aura of curse.

The members of the Tojo Clan had already left the house, leaving only the three with the power of heroic spirits.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stroked her chin: "The Fool's Chains, Phantom Dust, Primal Heart..."

Was I really that powerful? Chaldea's warehouse, is it some kind of demonic lair? The kind where an ordinary person who goes in never comes out.

"Do you recognize all these things?" Even the usually calm Yukino Yukinoshita seemed a little depressed.

"To put it simply, these are some of the daily rations for the Heroic Spirits."

Why don't you mention that heroic spirits routinely steal things from the gods?!

Fujimaru Ritsuka simply didn't hear the two's inner monologues—"Yeah, our Chaldea are heinous criminals, cutting off Prometheus's hand and stealing the Seed Fire every day."

He wasn't bothered. He took out the wool he'd gotten from the East City Group: three lead boxes. He put the three materials, along with Mammon-related items, into each box and closed them.

The material, which normally emitted a faint influence even when sealed in a box, completely lost its unusual properties inside the lead box.

Fujimaru Ritsuka clapped his hands, quite satisfied. He hadn't expected such a lucky break. He looked up at the two of them and said, "Anyway, don't worry about where these things came from. The ritual on the ground has been destroyed, so what we need to do next is very simple."

He clenched his fist and swung it down forcefully: "Kill the enemy on sight! Blow up the cave!"

"Don't try to use the 'Hellsing' reference on me!"

26. Yuihama's mother: I'm scared.

Chiba Municipal Soubu High School, underground.

Within the demon's lair, inaccessible to ordinary people, the thick red mist that had permeated the area had dissipated considerably. The fleshy cocoon, which had been obscured by layers of red mist, was now clearly visible to the naked eye.

A terrifying horn sounded, echoing throughout the cave: "My...treasure! Who! ▂▂▂▂▄▄▄▄▄▆▆▆▆▆"

The cries grew increasingly shrill, initially in human language, but quickly devolved into fragmented, disjointed screams that seemed unable to maintain their rationality for long.

The cave was trembling. Deep within the earth's veins, beyond anyone's reach, four illusory, umbilical-like conduits of varying thicknesses were continuously supplying energy to the fleshy cocoon within the cave. But tonight, three of these conduits broke simultaneously, leaving only the last one barely managing to maintain its flow.

As the three illusory pipes broke, strange and inexplicable events began to occur around Chiba:

Some people were walking on the road when they saw a thick fog that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and heard laughter.

Someone was venting their frustrations at the gym when they suddenly punched a punching bag, which attracted a lot of attention.

While someone was engrossed in writing, a wave of sadness washed over them, and large tears soaked the manuscript paper.

........

Yuihama's mother stood in the kitchen, staring at her daughter in horror. A few days ago, for some reason, her daughter had been insisting on going into the kitchen to cook.

Yuihama's mother knew her; she was a culinary genius who could create a kaleidoscope-like effect with a single dish, like the chocolates in a Forrest Gump box—you never knew what you were going to taste next.

But! Is this Yui, who is as agile as an octopus and can handle frying, boiling, and stir-frying in three pots at the same time, still Yui?

Yuihama's mother was puzzled. Like a fool who had unknowingly peered into an abyss, she trembled deeply at the secret hidden in the depths.

clang!

While Yui Yuigahama was cutting cabbage, a 1.2-meter-long katana suddenly appeared in her hand and pierced deeply through the kitchen wall.

The air seemed to freeze. Yui Yuigahama looked up and stammered to her mother, "Mom, let me explain. This... ah... eh... is a magic trick I've been practicing lately. Isn't it incredible?"

She chuckled dryly, turned around, and hurriedly explained to her mother.

But she forgot that she was still carrying the katana...

"Don't come any closer!"

The Yuihama family is peaceful tonight as well.

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On the other side, the three men, carrying lead boxes, walked out of the port amidst a welcoming crowd from the East City Group.

Without hesitation, they crossed the alley and quickly moved away from the port.

Their ever-increasing physical strength enabled the three of them to achieve speeds comparable to modern vehicles.

Occasionally, pedestrians who witness the sighting rub their eyes in disbelief, only to find that the person is no longer visible, ultimately concluding that it was just a hallucination.

After stopping at a certain point, Fujimaru Ritsuka opened her golden eyes and scanned the area.

As Senji Muramasa's prized ability, the "Eye of Karma" is not only useful in battle, but also incredibly versatile in everyday life. When Fujimaru Ritsuka locks her sights onto the Tojo Clan, it allows her to see if there are any related objects in her surroundings.

"It seems like they're not following us..." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, looking at the lead box in her hand, and couldn't help but feel a headache about how to bring it back silently.

"Since we can lock it, let's bury it near the trash can here first. After we change our clothes, we'll go out and buy a backpack to retrieve it." Yukino Yukinoshita considered asking her family's bodyguards to help with the task, but after thinking about it for a while, she decided to give up on the idea.

We can't let Yang Nai get involved. That annoying woman, who knows what she might do.