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81. Seeing me wet makes me want to eat three bowls of rice.

Flames enveloped the two as they slowly descended from the sky. The falling rain, encountering the burning flames, steamed up plumes of mist. The two seemed like deities descending from the misty heavens.

A handsome man embraced a soft woman, whose face was pale, like a delicate daffodil.

Wearing a twelve-layered kimono, Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned against Yuigahama Yui's arm, using a fan to cover her slightly pursed lips.

I clearly played an important role, so why are you abandoning me, the great contributor?

Kasumigaoka Utaha's idea was not wrong: at the beginning of the battle, she miraculously chanted a waka poem from "The Tale of Genji: Aoi", which caused the vengeful spirit of Hannya, who carried the power of sacrifice, to have unnecessary emotions. This interfered with the birth of Rimon, who was born prematurely due to a mixture of pure jealousy and guilt. Rimon's combat power was much weaker than planned.

Then, in the middle stage of the battle, taking advantage of the awakening opportunity, she first used [Kasen no Uta no Poem: A] to strengthen and grant Yukino Yukinoshita a special attack against magic, allowing her to take the lead in the struggle for dominance over the ocean; then she used [Jujutsu (Word) D+] to severely interfere with Rimonsen, causing it to suffer a backlash and heavy damage when it used its Noble Phantasm in a desperate attempt.

The combination of the two allowed Yukino Yukinoshita to unleash her second Noble Phantasm, [Great Tsunami: The Seven Sins' Lament].

After this review, even if there's no MVP award, they should at least get a Best Contribution Award.

As a result, she was left out, abandoned, and huddled together with the barely noticeable Yui Yuigahama for warmth, while the two of them seemed to descend from the sky like a divine couple. This is intolerable!

Kasumigaoka Utaha swallowed her anger, after all, she couldn't win.

And thinking about it carefully, what bad intentions could a senior in black stockings possibly have?

He just wanted to use the other party's power to get involved in these mysterious events, and incidentally, to drool over the body of the hero who saved the beauty.

By the way, really by the way.

The continuous rain gradually thinned out, and the sharp-eyed Jie Xiongmingzao noticed a detail: the heroic spirit armor on the group was slowly dissipating due to a lack of magic power. At this crucial moment, the quick-witted Jie Xiongmingzao turned around very cleverly, shouting, "Hey, why isn't the alternate dimension broken yet?" while pretending to grope for an exit.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was puzzled by his actions, and then she felt embarrassed.

Because after a short while, everyone's heroic spirit armor disappeared, and they reverted to their casual clothes. And summer clothes have one characteristic: they are breathable.

The rain, which hadn't completely stopped, continued to soak them, and their clothes gradually clung to their bodies, revealing glimpses of their flesh.

Fujimaru Ritsuka coughed forcefully, and her eyes inadvertently got a little close. Before anyone noticed, she closed her eyes.

"Ah!" Noticing Fujimaru Ritsuka's actions, Yui Yuigahama was the first to react. She covered her chest with both hands, her face flushed, and squatted down, huddled there with her head in her hands to prevent herself from trembling.

Yukino Yukinoshita and Utaha Kasumigaoka also reacted quickly, without making a fuss. Yukinoshita calmly regained her footing, while Utaha raised an eyebrow smugly and maliciously urged Fujimaru Ritsuka, "What's wrong? You closed your eyes right after the battle? Are you too lazy to look at those of us who contributed little in the fight?"

Stop kidding me. Your clothes are completely clinging to your body after getting soaked in the rain. Especially that sexy black lace outfit you're wearing underneath—it's all clearly visible.

Fujimaru Ritsuka broke out in a cold sweat and immediately realized what was happening.

He closed his eyes, forcing a smile: "These clothes are soaked through after the rain, you might catch a cold..."

"So take it off quickly?"

"Yes, pshaw. No, I can still control the heat of the flames. Everyone, move closer and warm yourselves up by the fire."

He stretched out his right hand, and a warm flame rose up, radiating warm light and heat, while the rain in the sky slowly stopped, just in time to dry his clothes.

Then he felt two people press against him, resting on either side of his arms. One was very hard, the other was as soft as cotton.

He could tell who was who without even opening his eyes.

Because he sensed and heard an honest little dumpling making a "heave-ho" sound as it moved to the opposite side of him.

"But I really didn't expect that Kasumigaoka-kun would also awaken the power of a successor. I wonder who it is?"

"Not as powerful as Yukinoshita-san, just a sentimental female writer," Kasumigaoka Utaha replied with a smile.

"Interested in joining us?"

Huh? Are you serious?

Kasumigaoka Utaha was a little caught off guard and mumbled, "I'll think about it."

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt an itch on both sides of her ears and also sensed onlookers watching her from across the room.

Before long, the fire had dried everyone's clothes.

At this moment, the alternate dimension also underwent some changes, just like before, the entire space completely shattered.

The commotion was so great that even Fujimaru Ritsuka opened her eyes to watch.

The desolate scene and the ruined main hall of Tenmangu Palace appeared before everyone's eyes, and the remaining aura condensed together, turning into a piece of material that shone brightly on the ground.

"What a pity, there aren't any drops of the Holy Grail left." Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little dissatisfied, guessing that the accelerated gestation had caused the drops of the Holy Grail to consume too much energy.

He glanced at Masao Meizou, and at Hachiman and the little angel who were standing far away with delighted expressions.

Jie Xiongming waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm too embarrassed to take this spoils. I feel like I didn't contribute much to this operation."

Fujimaru Ritsuka happily put the item away, intending to study it further when she got back. However, she hadn't decided whether to use it to forge knives or for some other purpose.

However, Machio Meizou also said to him seriously, "Tenmangu has completely failed this time. I will inform the survivors of what happened today and will cautiously disclose some information. The question is, how many people will actually pursue ascension as that strange clown said?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not answer—it was so obvious that too many people wanted to do the same.

It's just unclear whether the clown will ultimately be able to clearly understand how the plan is progressing.

Hopefully, this time he didn't gain too much information, and that it caused other similar individuals to postpone their actions.

He approached Masao Meizou and extended his right hand: "I think our thoughts are quite similar. We cannot allow such rampant behavior to happen again. After returning to Chiba, I will establish my own organization in the name of Chaldea to protect Chiba Prefecture where I am located. I wonder if we can form an alliance with the Shinsengumi to eliminate these sneaky individuals hiding in the shadows one by one?"

Masahiro gripped his hand tightly: "Of course, we will be natural allies!"

"Thanks, then it's settled."

82. Another natural gas pipeline explosion (3/?)

On the morning of May 4th, Fujimaru Ritsuka yawned and walked out of her bedroom, still half asleep.

He didn't sleep very well. The guesthouse that Hachiman rented had four bedrooms, but most of them were reserved for Kasumigaoka Utaha and a few other girls.

Four men could only share one bedroom, and there was only one bed.

Last night, Totsuka Ayaka innocently said, "Let's squeeze together in bed."

Machigami Naruzo and Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at each other and then quickly spread the bedding on the floor, taking up most of the space. Then, they left the blushing Hachiman and the little angel to squeeze into the bed.

Thinking of his embarrassed look last night, Fujimaru Ritsuka grinned mischievously, poured herself a glass of milk, turned on the TV, and watched the morning news.

"Tragic news: Yesterday, the historic Dazaifu Tenmangu Shrine suffered a natural gas pipeline explosion, causing the main hall to collapse. Dozens of priests who were on duty perished in the disaster..."

"Cough cough cough!" Fujimaru Ritsuka almost choked on the milk.

Here it comes, the traditional trick: a natural gas pipeline explosion. I never thought I'd experience it this time.

So, does this mean that official bodies in any world would like to use this excuse?

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced casually at the television; the news was still playing: "Recently, dozens of representatives from different countries traveled to Tokyo for the successful conclusion of the Japan Folklore Expo, laying a perfect foundation for the upcoming International IT Conference..."

Well, the fact that Japan's IT sector can hold such large-scale conferences is laughable.

Let alone how good the IT technology is for public use, the level of civilian use here is practically nonexistent. How dare they hold this kind of meeting? Where do they get the courage?

Fujimaru Ritsuka succinctly made a sarcastic remark, ignoring the seemingly absurd news. He decided to make a hearty breakfast to reward the few people still sleeping, especially the girls.

They put in a lot of effort yesterday, so they deserve a warm meal in return.

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The room was dimly lit, with the layout unchanged. Projections of the Seven Deadly Sins were participating in the meeting.

Meanwhile, Jealousy was vividly describing what had happened, urging the others on: "...So, before I left, Lemonsen had already successfully summoned him. Wow, this time I did something big, and the results were pretty good. It's all thanks to Greed's previous attempts that I managed to figure out a little bit about it."

Isn't greed really being manipulated into participating in a ritual?

The other members listened silently to Jealousy's remarks.

They knew what jealousy meant. He had lost a crucial clone in this ritual, was severely weakened, and seemed to have gained no particularly valuable firsthand information. Therefore, they were even more eager to encourage others to get involved in this mess.

But it must be said that they were indeed somewhat tempted.

Among the extraordinary individuals today, apart from those damned inheritors, they have all gradually stagnated.

Ever since the first person used the material and successfully gained superhuman abilities, they have discovered that each person is adapted to different materials and can absorb different amounts of them.

The magnitude of power gained after absorbing the same materials can vary.

Therefore, there are very few clear-cut levels in the supernatural world. Some people even divide the magical power in their bodies into levels such as D, C, B, A, or first, second, third, and fourth tiers.

However, other experienced superhumans scoffed at this idea.

The secret techniques they possess differ, and the nature of their magic is different, so the actual strength corresponding to their level cannot be accurately measured.

However, even among the most talented individuals, such as the magician in London who has been living under the Spirit Tomb, the genius of the Tsuchimikado family, the shaman who has gained the favor of the spirits of nature, and even the most outstanding sword saints among martial artists, their magical power stops increasing after reaching a certain level.

Their firepower is comparable to that of a modern small force, while their protection, generated through magic, greatly reduces the effectiveness of modern weapons.

Unless faced with a massive missile strike, they are invincible in the real world, but they are still human and can be defeated by the well-functioning state apparatus when exhausted.

There was once a shaman in the Black community who seized the Red Sea shipping lanes and arrogantly wanted to unify that vast continent. He seriously interfered with the arms trade of some major powers. As a result, he was bombed for a day and a night during a joint military exercise and was defeated and killed.

The most crucial point is that they felt their essence hadn't improved much.

They will still grow old, still be unable to create miracles, still be unable to reach the myths in the classics, and even more so, the level to which one person can subdue a country.

Some people believe that the myths in ancient texts are merely the fantasies of the ancients, the most important basis being that most of the material has never been recorded, and therefore they choose to stop at the limits.

But the successors have caught up, and some of those who appeared a few years later are already close to catching up with their predecessors, and there is no sign of them stopping.

Therefore, many prominent figures who are unable to make any progress are striving to explore ways to transform their essence and elevate themselves.

And most of the members of the Seven Deadly Sins are like that.

Their mysterious skills and attire allow them to absorb negative emotions and transform them into their own power, and also enable ordinary people to gain superhuman strength by being infected with negative emotions.

However, they have also reached their limit. In a head-on one-on-one fight, their strength is only roughly equivalent to that of Machigō Meizō. Moreover, the strength of Machigō Meizō and the other inheritors seems to be showing signs of further improvement.

Therefore, they became interested.