I created a foundation

Kaguya's eyes were as cold as ice as she swept over those so-called upper-class people who were panicking and behaving in an ugly manner.

She looked at the faces that had once flattered her or secretly despised her, and now only the most primitive fear remained.

A young diplomat in a tuxedo accidentally bumps into a "dead body" that is chasing other people.

The "dead body" immediately changed its target and pounced on him with a roar.

The diplomat was so frightened that his legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground, his crotch quickly getting wet.

He watched the fang-filled mouth get closer and closer and smelled a strong stench of decay.

Just when he thought he was going to die.

A faint flash of lightning passed by.

"Pfft."

The head of the "dead body" seemed to be cut open by an invisible sharp blade. The movement stopped abruptly and it fell straight down.

It was Hayasaka Ai, and a wisp of smoke was coming out of the muzzle of the gun in her hand.

Kaguya glanced at the diplomat on the ground, her eyes expressionless.

She raised her hand slowly.

In the banquet hall, desperate screams and the roars of the "dead" bodies intertwined, composing the prelude to doomsday.

The panic has reached its peak.

The entire hall was completely transformed into a meat grinder.

The screams of the guests almost blew the ceiling of the banquet hall off.

After the initial commotion, fear quickly overwhelmed everyone like an invisible tide.

Those celebrities who are usually well-dressed and righteous are now either crying bitterly, or collapsing on the ground, or trying to find any possible hiding place without caring about their image.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the aroma of food, forming a disgusting and weird atmosphere.

On the floor, bright red blood mixed with spilled champagne, reflecting the luxurious and cold light of the crystal chandelier.

One after another, their former companions twisted and deformed before their eyes, uttering inhuman roars, and then pounced on the nearest living person with a desire for fresh flesh and blood.

Despair spread like a plague.

Just when things were on the verge of completely losing control, a cold voice, not loud but with unquestionable penetrating power, drowned out all the noise.

"Those who don't want to die, come behind me."

Kaguya stood in the center of the banquet hall. Her pink evening gown, which should have accentuated her beauty, seemed out of place amidst the flickering lights and splattered blood.

But her expression was completely different from this delicate outfit.

The pair of crimson eyes that were once filled with innocence and arrogance now only had glacial calmness and determination.

Her voice was not loud, but it was like an invisible sword that instantly pierced through the thick fog of panic, causing those on the verge of collapse to subconsciously stop their actions and look in the direction of the voice.

Kaguya ignored the looks that were a mixture of suspicion and a last glimmer of hope.

She tilted her head slightly and gave the first order to Hayasaka Ai, who was always guarding behind her.

"Hayasaka, activate the highest defense protocol and protect these important assets."

She spoke the words "important assets" very softly, but with a barely perceptible hint of coldness and sarcasm.

"Yes, Kaguya-sama."

Hayasaka Ai didn't hesitate at all. Like the most sophisticated fighting machine, she pulled out two silver, peculiarly shaped pistols from her inner thighs.

Her movements were as fast as lightning. Almost at the moment Kaguya finished speaking, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the nearest few "dead bodies" that were swaying and approaching.

"Puff puff!"

A dull and short gunshot rang out, not particularly loud amid the chaotic screams.

But each specially made bullet accurately penetrated the center of a dead body's eyebrows, causing a small blood flower to explode, but it contained a huge impact force, knocking them to the ground and temporarily delaying their movements.

Hayasaka Ai's eyes were calm, she held the gun with both hands, shooting alternately, and the muzzle flames kept flashing.

Every movement she made was clean and neat, without any unnecessary movement.

Those powerful and famous people who usually live high and mighty and enjoy a life of luxury, now like frightened quails, crawled and hid behind Hayasaka Ai, forming a crowded protective circle.

Hayasaka Ai's petite figure was like an insurmountable Great Wall in their eyes.

Kaguya, on the other hand, held up the hem of her gorgeous evening gown; the priceless fabric seemed weightless in her hands.

She proactively and gracefully approached the group of "dead bodies" that had become even more frantic due to the attraction of fresh flesh and blood.

Her steps were unhurried, and her high heels made crisp tapping sounds on the marble floor.

Against the backdrop of chaos and death, this sound seemed particularly abrupt, yet also particularly... reassuring.

At least, that's the case for those hiding behind Hayasaka Ai.

The corpses discovered this fresh "prey" walking towards them alone, roared, and rushed over one after another.

They stretched out their rotten and twisted claws and opened their big, smelly mouths dripping with saliva.

Kaguya's slender, white fingertips once again lit up with that heart-pounding blue electric light.

But this time, it was no longer the single, tentative arc as before.

Her red lips parted slightly, uttering a few cold syllables.

"The... string music of thunder and lightning."

In an instant, dozens, no, hundreds of thinner and more condensed lightning bolts shot out from her fingertips like strings plucked by invisible fingers.

They were no longer violent thunderbolts, but struck with an eerie, deadly precision.

These electric lights intertwined and shuttled in the air, instantly weaving a huge and complex lightning network among the group of corpses.

Once the roaring corpses that rushed towards them touched the seemingly thin lightning threads, their bodies would be like butter being cut by an invisible sharp blade.

"Shoot-"

The teeth-grinding sound of cutting and the sound of electric current burning flesh were intertwined.

There were no explosions, no loud noises, just a silent killing that was chillingly efficient.

The first corpse to fall was cut into several pieces by an invisible force the moment its arms, torso, and head touched the lightning net. The broken parts were charred black and emitted wisps of green smoke.

The corpses that followed closely behind also followed the same fate.

They didn't even have time to let out a complete cry before they were dismembered and carbonized in the crisscrossing lightning.

A burnt smell began to permeate the air, mixing with the strong smell of blood to form a sickening odor of death.

Kaguya's figure danced in the lightning, and every one of her movements carried the rhythm and beauty of classical dance.

She slightly turned sideways, and a flash of lightning brushed past the end of her hair and accurately pierced the head of a corpse behind her that was trying to attack her.

The corpse's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, and it fell straight down.

She spun lightly on tiptoe, her pink skirt fluttering like a blooming flower of death.

Three more bolts of lightning shot out from under her raised arm, freezing three enemies rushing towards her from different directions at the moment of attack. They then collapsed to the ground powerlessly, their bodies curled up and deformed by the burns of the electric current.

In the banquet hall, lightning flickered, illuminating Kaguya's delicate yet expressionless face.

It was as if she was not engaging in a bloody battle, but conducting a symphony with lightning as instruments and destruction as the theme.

Every beat of a note is accompanied by the end of a life, even if those lives have long been distorted.

The powerful people behind Hayasaka Ai were completely stunned.

Their mouths opened wide, their eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, and the expressions on their faces were a mixture of extreme fear, incredible shock, and a hint of... morbid excitement.

miracle.

In their limited knowledge, only "miracle" can describe this unimaginable scene before their eyes.

This young girl who had just taken over the Shinomiya family, this eldest lady who might still be a bit childish and willful in their impression, was now no different from a god in their eyes.

Fear was replaced by awe, and contempt was overwhelmed by worship.

They looked at the girl walking in the lightning. Every time she raised her hand and every time she turned around, she carried an unquestionable authority and declared the boundary between life and death.

Kaguya's eyes were always as calm as water, without any ripples.

She felt the touch of lightning flowing through her fingertips, and felt that the power that once frightened and unfamiliar her was now as easy as a finger.

In her heart, there was no pleasure in killing, nor any sense of mission to save others.

There is only one absolute control.

Control over power, control over the situation, and... control over one's own destiny.

Father……

She muttered to herself.

The figure that once weighed on her heart like a mountain seemed to become a little blurry and distant at this moment.

The lightning gradually faded away, and Kaguya stood quietly in the center of the banquet hall where charred corpses were scattered everywhere.

Her spotless evening gown formed a sharp and eerie contrast with the tragic scene of corpses and blood around her.

An old man, over fifty years old, a powerful figure in the business world, and accustomed to the ups and downs of life, subconsciously bowed his once extremely proud body slightly.

Chapter 98: New Harvest, Everyone Becomes Ninja

The night was as dark as ink, covering the luxurious manor that had just calmed down.

Kaguya stood in the middle of the messy banquet hall, with a faint smell of gunpowder and a barely perceptible stench of blood still lingering in the air.

Her cold red eyes scanned the surroundings, confirming there were no more signs of unusual activity.

On the ground, in addition to the traces of destruction left by the battle, those strange "dead bodies" have all turned into charcoal, emitting an ominous smell in the moonlight.

Several pitch-black, strangely shaped aircraft hovered silently over the manor. Without the roar of conventional aircraft engines, they blended into the night like ghosts.

This is the Foundation's unique stealth transporter.