Sister Rescue Plan

The spacequake alarm stopped. Kurumi, holding a flintlock pistol with a huge clock standing behind her, warily looked towards the entrance.

A figure emerged from the doorway, his clothes soaked in blood, which could be squeezed out in handfuls and dripped down his clothes. As he walked, two rows of bright red footprints were left on the ground.

It is precisely the future that will be revealed.

The rooftop was outside the scope of Kurumi's barrier. As soon as Izayoi Mirai stepped onto it, she felt a sense of relief, but she quickly frowned, feeling sticky and uncomfortable all over.

He flicked his hand, splattering several drops of blood on the ground. Izayoi Mirai looked at Kurumi with a hint of disgust, grinned, and revealed her white teeth: "I didn't expect that the blood of a beautiful girl could be so bloody."

"Otherwise what? Did you think it was sweet?" Kurumi took a step back and said with a smile, "Looks like you're not one to hold back either, bro."

"I'm not that arrogant to go easy on an elf."

Izayoi Mirai bowed slightly, looking poised to pounce.

Without warning, the short blade in his right hand disappeared, turning into a pen. He flicked it with his finger and it shot out almost instantly, piercing through Kurumi's left shoulder.

The next moment, dozens of Kurumi rushed over and stood between Izayoi Mirai and Kurumi. They charged at Izayoi Mirai, forming a thick wall with their flesh and blood.

The short blade reappeared in his palm. Izayoi Mirai took a deep breath, the smell of blood filling her lungs. She stomped her right foot heavily and thrust it straight into the group of Kurumi, charging forward!

Like a sharp knife slicing through white paper, Kurumi's body was torn apart almost instantly, her colorful internal organs spilling out onto the ground, some of which clung to Izayoi Mirai's body.

Her hands and feet had flown off somewhere, and blood splattered in the air. Even after losing consciousness, Kurumi continued to smile nonchalantly, quietly waiting to be awakened again.

They rushed forward one after another, with an almost fanatical attitude, towards death, without a trace of fear in their eyes.

Yoyo Mirai recklessly broke through the "Kurumi Wall," leaving a straight path paved with blood. Two arms were still draped over his shoulders and waist, and blood covered his clothes layer upon layer, like a canvas repeatedly smeared with paint.

His face was splattered with blood, and the warm sensation flowed down his cheeks, turning his vision crimson.

Got you.

A large clock appeared in sight, and standing beneath it was Kurumi, the main character.

Yosuke Mirai charged forward again, her short blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, like a rhinoceros charging at full speed.

The pendulum's markings transformed into a shadow, which was absorbed into the flintlock pistol. After dozens of clones sacrificed their lives to stop her, Kurumi finally completed her preparations. She pointed the flintlock pistol at her own head and pulled the trigger.

Kurumi disappeared from Mirai's sight. The next moment, a sharp pain came from her left abdomen. Kurumi appeared beside him and kicked him.

With several ribs broken, Izayoi Mirai endured the excruciating pain as she parried Kurumi's attacks. Her enhancement magic was still not up to par, and she couldn't directly enhance a person's physical attributes like Medea could. If she made a mistake, her body would twist into a pretzel like the wooden stick she had been practicing with at the beginning, and then explode.

Next came the sensation of being shot. There was no injury, but a sharp pain shot through my right abdomen, indicating that several bones were broken in roughly the same proportion.

Next up are the back, sides, right leg, left leg...

Izayoi Mirai suffered heavy blows all over her body, yet she was completely unable to resist.

This is the power of time. Tokisaki Kurumi either accelerated her own time or slowed down Izayoi Mirai's time, leaving him no time to even react.

"stop!"

A shout came from the side. Freed from Kurumi and the others' restraint, Itsuka Shiori had somehow gotten up and was standing on the edge of the tall building. "Don't hurt him anymore, or I'll jump off here! You need me to live, right?"

Kurumi Tokisaki was stunned for a moment, and then a sharp pain struck her.

Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, Youxiao Mirai plunged two short blades into her lower back, severing both of her kidneys.

He stirred it a few times to make sure the surrounding muscles and organs were taken care of.

Kurumi let out a painful groan as her clones rushed over. At the same time, dozens of hands grabbed her feet from below, and a barrage of gunfire rang out in the distance.

That was Kurumi's clone's gun. It didn't have any time-related abilities, but it was real bullets. The Kurumis around her were hit one after another, but the gunfire didn't stop. They no longer cared about accidentally injuring "themselves".

Izayoi Mirai was also shot, and forced to retreat towards Shiori.

"come over!"

"Oh."

Shiori obediently stepped down from the edge of the rooftop and walked to Izayoi Mirai's side. He was breathing heavily, and the amulet hanging around his neck began to draw magic power to heal his injuries.

The bullet was pushed out, the blood vessels began to constrict, and with the push of the muscles, the broken bones were reset, and the bruises caused by Kurumi's heavy blows began to heal.

Mirai Izayoi's injuries healed rapidly, and his body was undergoing rapid and precise repairs, with even his breath containing astonishing heat.

His combat strength began to recover, but another problem emerged: his magic power had been depleted by more than half.

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My personality is a card! A card that looks like a tempered glass screen protector!

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Chapter Thirty: There is a skilled ventriloquist in the capital.

Shiori Itsuka looked at Izayoi Mirai with some worry. He was covered in blood, as if someone had poured a bucket of blood over him from head to toe. There were also unidentified chunks of flesh hanging on his body. She felt that he was seriously injured and might die on the spot at any moment.

She poked Izayoi Mirai, her hand covered in blood: "Are you alright?"

Yosuke Mirai shook his head. He was currently waiting for his injuries to heal, while also adjusting his breathing to recover his magic power as quickly as possible.

As long as there are spirits nearby, his recovery speed will increase. Kurumi didn't know that just standing in front of Izayoi Mirai was equivalent to a mana regeneration buff.

But the speed of recovery can never keep up with the speed of consumption. Not to mention, he has never seen any elf run out of spiritual power. There is no way to fight a war of attrition.

"The Fourth Bullet"

A gray shadow darted out from the pendulum and was sucked into the chamber of the flintlock pistol. The badly wounded Kurumi Tokisaki aimed the gun at her own head.

Snapped!

This time she didn't disappear, but the wounds on her body disappeared, and even her damaged spiritual armor was restored to its original state, as if time had reversed.

No, this is time travel.

Izayoi Mirai was having a headache; there was no way to win this battle. He spoke up, intending to buy time to recover more:

"Tokisaki-san, what grudge do we have that you would suddenly do such a vicious thing and drag the whole school into it?"

"Do elves need a reason to kill? To me, you're all just food." Tokisaki Kurumi licked her lips.

"No, Tokisaki's murders were clearly traceable. I witnessed all the murders he committed during his time in Tengu City."

Yushou Mirai calmly retorted, "Either they're thugs you've entrapped, or they're animal abusers. Are you some kind of animal rights activist with a peculiar hobby?"

Kurumi Tokisaki's eyes showed interest. Although she didn't know what "small animal protection" was, there was no doubt that he had been monitoring her actions after she entered Tengu City.

"Youxiao's eyes really seem to be all over Tengu City. I'm starting to get interested in you."

"no."

Izayoi Mirai politely declined, saying, "I'm not interested in girls who eat people to prolong their lives."

"So you like naive, innocent girls who don't know anything about the world?" A shadow crossed Tokisaki Kurumi's face. "She doesn't understand anything, yet she talks about saving people all the time. It's hilarious."

"I will not give up."

Shiori peeked out from behind Izayoi Mirai, but was glared at by Kurumi and shrank back in fear. However, she still weakly protested, "Killing is wrong."

Kurumi Tokisaki laughed and asked Mirai Izayoi, "Does Mirai Izayoi think so too?"

Unexpectedly, Izayoi Mirai nodded in agreement, saying, "That's right, killing people other than those sentenced to death is indeed wrong."

Kurumi Tokisaki sneered, "Are you saying you've never killed anyone?"

Shiori couldn't help but interject:

"The future will be different for you."

"No, I have indeed killed people, and it was torture."

Behind him, Shiori's body trembled, and he continued, "I smashed every bone in his body, disemboweled him, and played with his internal organs in front of him. He died in extreme pain."

The voice was quite calm, but it contained a bloodthirstiness different from Kurumi's. As Shiori listened to his description and saw the chunks of flesh hanging on Izayoi Mirai's body, a chill rose from her body.

What kind of deep hatred could drive him to do such a thing?

"Then why..."

“I never thought I was right.”

Izayoi interrupted Kurumi, saying, "I don't care if it's right or wrong, as long as I get the result I want."

Kurumi Tokisaki was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "You rascal, I didn't expect you to be the same kind of person as me."

Shiori tugged at his sleeve from behind: "So, you support her too?"

"No, Shiori, you've got the point wrong."

Izayoi Mirai said seriously, "Kurumi is an executioner, a heartless villain and butcher, without a doubt. Whether you kill her, imprison her, or use her for other purposes, it doesn't matter, but none of these can be called saving her. She doesn't even need pity."

He turned and stared into Shiori's eyes: "You don't know what her wish is, or why she killed people, so how can you talk about saving her? That's just an empty slogan."

Shiori opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word. Yes, just as Izayoi Mirai said, apart from killing 10,000 people, she knew nothing about Kurumi. What kind of past did Kurumi have, and why did she go down this path?

Izayoi Mirai looked at her. Come to think of it, this was somewhat related to Shiori. After all, it was her ex-girlfriend and mother who was behind it all. The Spirit Crystal caused Kurumi's friend to go out of control and become a monster. Then she tricked Kurumi into killing her. Now she tricked Kurumi into becoming Shiori's girlfriend to adapt to the power of the Spirit Crystal. In the end, she still wanted to kill Kurumi. She really squeezed every last drop of value out of her.

Mio Takamiya is simply the most vampire-like capitalist.

Kurumi Tokisaki, a victim of capitalism, looked at Izayoi Mirai with some surprise. She smiled and retreated into the shadows, gathering her scattered clones on the ground into her own shadow.

"This time wasn't entirely fruitless. Well then, goodbye, Yuxiao-kun. Perhaps we'll have another chance to collaborate."

She disappeared.

Izayoi Mirai breathed a sigh of relief, only then realizing that her back was covered in cold sweat. She really wasn't very confident in facing Kurumi, but she didn't expect that she would be driven away by her words, and it seemed that the relationship had even eased a bit.

He stroked his chin, lost in thought. Using words to repel an enemy—could I be a protagonist in this story?

As for Kurumi's final suggestion of cooperation, that's absolutely impossible. Although their goals seem to be the same—to overthrow Mio Takamiya—the details are quite different.