Anime, infinite dimension starting from Mahou no Yakumo

Just a few years ago, she was a homeless girl who didn't know when she would starve to death.

But years later, she became the personal maid of Yotsuba Mahiro, a powerful minister whom even Minister Ernest and the young emperor feared, and also acquired such a precious weapon.

If all of this is due to fate, then her fate is far too tortuous, and the contrast between her past and present is far too great.

She had no way to repay this kindness and affection!

All I could do was make a silent vow in my heart.

No matter what happens in the future, no matter what dangers they face, she will always stay by Makoto's side.

If her master dies, Mine will definitely not live on her own!

"Alright, alright, let's leave the touching topics here. I need to go to the vault to get some serious business done."

Makoto habitually touched Mine's hair.

Yes, even after all this time, it still feels familiar, especially the comfortable sensation of hair gliding through his fingertips. He really likes it.

Mine felt the warmth coming from above her head, but when she heard that Mahiro had something important to do, she immediately became serious.

"Is there anything Mine can do for you?"

"You don't need to do anything special. Just don't let anyone disturb me during this time, and they're not allowed to get close, understand?"

"And what about dinner?"

"No need."

“Okay, Mine understands. I’ll go and instruct the others.”

Mine got off him, carrying the pumpkin, bowed respectfully, and left the room.

The main focus is on being decisive and swift.

This is also what he likes about Mine; she doesn't need to explain things in detail, nor does she pry into the details.

They will only execute his orders precisely.

"Well then, it's your turn next."

Mahiro stood up from his chair, turned around to look at the leather roll on the carpet, picked it up, and went straight to the mansion's vault.

Although it was called a vault, it was actually originally Arya's family's prison.

This gloomy environment couldn't be more fitting for what he was about to do.

After placing the leather roll on the ground and opening the outer wrapping, Taeko's body was fully revealed.

He had already cleaned the stains off his body, and had thrown away his clothes long ago.

If you didn't see her bloodless, pale face and the hideous wound on her chest, Miaozi would look as if she were fast asleep.

And what he needs to do next is quite simple—

"I don't know how far I can go in bringing the dead back to life."

As he spoke, Mahiro pulled out "Nightmare" and aimed it at Taeko's corpse, slowly pulling the trigger.

[Initiating the tracing of individual intelligence agency change histories]

[Confirm recovery timeline....]

Tatsuya's "regeneration" or "intelligence coverage" can be traced back up to 24 hours.

However, he is not subject to such limitations. His greatest limitation is his own strength. The stronger he is, the further back in time he can trace back to.

However, this is the first time I've ever done something like resurrecting someone who has been dead for almost two months.

Gradually, his face turned pale, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

All the intelligence was transformed into experience and poured into his mind, even the experience of death.

Finally, he determined the point in time that Taeko had traveled back to.

[Restoration begins.]

Everything seemed as if time had reversed.

The gruesome scars on his chest are healing and returning to their original whiteness; the broken bones are reassembling and connecting; the sunken chest is slowly regaining its original curve; and the nerves that had long been inactive are also regaining life and vitality like new buds.

The pale skin gradually took on a rosy hue.

Finally, Taeko's lost breath returned, rising and falling slowly with her chest.

"nailed it!"

Shinsuke was pleasantly surprised and felt a great sense of accomplishment.

This is different from previous intelligence coverage; it brought back a person who had been dead for a long time.

If this were possible, a bold idea inexplicably popped into his mind.

Could Miyuki's deceased mother, Yotsuba Maya's older sister, Yotsuba Miya, also be resurrected using this method?

Although he didn't understand things like the soul, perhaps... the soul of a dead human is stored in the withered body!

At the very least, Taeko is a good example of this.

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Gradually, the sleeping girl slowly awoke. Perhaps it was because her body was completely exposed to the air, and the coolness stimulated her, causing her to open her heavy eyelids again.

"...an unfamiliar ceiling."

Not only was the ceiling unfamiliar, but the surrounding environment was also very dark, and a chilling cold air was stimulating her nerves.

Where is this place?

She didn't know; the only thing she remembered was that she seemed to have been killed by Cornelia.

But when I woke up again, I found myself here.

"So... this is the underworld?"

She sat up, looked around, and finally saw a blurry figure sitting not far away.

"Hey, wake up."

The people there even greeted him.

"Are you... a ferryman from the underworld?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the blurry figure seem to stumble and almost fall.

Are all ferrymen in the underworld like this?

You even fall down while walking?

"This girl is inexplicably a bit airheaded..."

Mahiro straightened up again and silently complained to himself.

"I said, do you remember me?"

"You...it's you?!"

Upon seeing the figure emerge from the darkness, Miaozi's pupils constricted sharply.

I instinctively reached my hand to the side, only to find nothing.

Only then did she remember.

He was already dead, this was no longer the human world, and he no longer needed to bear the responsibility of being an assassin.

Miaozi felt as if the heavy burden on her shoulders had been lifted, and she felt inexplicably relieved.

She looked up again to meet the figure's gaze and said, "Mr. Yotsuba, besides being the head of the Imperial Assassination Force, are you also an intermediary of the Underworld?"

"I'm saying... you're just clinging to this title of Underworld Ferryman, aren't you?"

Makoto smiled helplessly.

That's to be expected, since the name of the society she belongs to is borrowed from the name of the Grim Reaper, and she has heard many fairy tales about the underworld since she was a child.

But he didn't know, and only sighed softly:

"Is it possible that you're not actually dead, and that I saved you?"

"impossible!"

Taeko hesitated for a moment, then immediately dismissed the possibility.

Putting aside the fact that this man and she are enemies.

She knew very well how badly she was injured at the time. Not only was her chest ripped open and all her bones shattered, but her internal organs were also crushed and destroyed by the rubble. There was absolutely no chance of her survival.

"Fine, whether you believe it or not is your business, but I suggest you listen carefully to what I'm about to say."

Shinji cleared his throat and said to Taeko with an extremely solemn expression:

"Regarding the battle against the Oberg Assassination Society, your teacher Barbara was killed in action, your junior sister Chelsea disappeared after her assassination attempt failed, and you were rescued by me and imprisoned here."

"impossible."

This is the second time Taeko has denied it.

This time, however, she seemed to accept the fact that she was still alive, but her tone also became much colder.

As if she had returned to that cold beauty demeanor, her gaze revealing a sharp chill as she stared at Makoto.

"My teacher, Barbara Oberg, was known as 'The Eyes of Death,' and she ranked among the most powerful assassins in history! How could she be dead!"

"It seems you only care about your teacher Barbara and don't care about your junior sister Chelsea at all~ I really feel sorry for her."

Zhenxun shrugged and said in a teasing tone.

"No, I..."

"Alright, just kidding," Mahiro said, waving his hand dismissively.

"Whether you believe it or not is your own business. I am here to inform you that from this moment on, you are my prisoner, my slave."

Of course, you can also resist.

If you want to run away, that's fine with you.

But the world is only so big, where can you run to? No matter where you run to, I will bring you back.

Moreover, if I catch you, some extremely terrifying training awaits you!

If you don't believe me, you can try it.

P.S.: I'm thinking of writing about a Shadow Power, but I'm so craving Alpha's body, what should I do?

Chapter 152 Three-Colored Lolita? (6.1K)

Time flies.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the course of two years, the capital city appeared calm on the surface, but beneath the surface, undercurrents were surging.

First of all, the landscape of the capital city has changed.

If previously Minister Ernest held absolute power, constantly squeezing the space for the conscience faction, now it's a three-way balance of power—

Yotsuba Mahiro's team has completely risen to prominence.

Backed by General Bude, they integrated the Imperial Capital Guard and the Imperial Assassination Department to form a new secret police force.

As before, he was responsible for the security of the capital, assassinations, and some basic intelligence gathering.

The main reason for this was Bill's resignation, the former deputy minister of the Imperial Assassination Department. As a member of the ministerial faction, he completely relinquished the power of the assassination force and chose to retire to his hometown.

So, Yotsuba Mahiro took this opportunity to completely integrate the two departments.

At this point, Minister Ernest belatedly realized that everything had already spiraled out of his control.

Not only does Yotsuba Mahiro have General Budo as his backer, whom he can't deal with at all, but now the assassination squad has completely slipped out of his control, not to mention the little emperor always stirring things up.

This angered Ernest so much that he gained several pounds again.

If Ernest hadn't reacted in time, the Imperial intelligence agency might have been handed over to Yotsuba Masato in the young emperor's delight.

I wonder what kind of spell this young-looking boy has cast on the young emperor!