I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

—"Moreover, it is the person who overcomes the unexpected."

Goto suddenly raised his head!

For the first time, a mad flame, not of fear, ignited in those bloodshot eyes soaked with tears and panic, a flame called "unwillingness" and "fighting spirit"!

yes……

I am not trash.

I am... a "hero" whom he personally acknowledged.

I... am a hero!

Heroes... will not fall here!

Under the incredulous gaze of tens of thousands of spectators.

The seemingly frail pink-haired girl did not back down, apologize, or run away.

Instead, she took a step forward!

She lowered her head and, to everyone's horrified dismay, bit down hard on the obstructing, broken string with her teeth!

Then, with a sudden yank!

"Hiss-!"

She tore the broken string off the guitar in the most primitive and savage way!

After doing all this, she raised her head, and on her tear-streaked face, a hideous smile appeared that was even uglier than crying.

With an incredible fingering technique that relied purely on muscle memory and terrifying talent, she continued her unfinished solo on the remaining five strings!

boom--! ! !

If the performance just now was about burning your life away, then this one is about dragging the whole world down to hell with you!

The melody became hoarser, rougher, more frantic, and more hysterical!

It is no longer gorgeous, no longer pleasant to the ear, and is even somewhat jarring.

But every single note was filled with that unparalleled, primal vitality—the kind that says, "Even if I only have one breath left, I'll fight you to the very end!"

At this moment, the entire Zongwu High School and the entire internet watching the live broadcast went completely crazy!

"Fuck!!!"

"She used her teeth! She bit through the string with her teeth!!!"

"Is this even human?! It's like the guitar god has possessed him!"

"My mom asked me why I was kneeling while looking at my phone!!"

The image of this petite, pink-haired girl biting through a string with her teeth and delivering a divine performance in a desperate situation has been broadcast around the world through countless cameras.

It became the most passionate, the most insane, and the most unrepeatable legend in the history of Soubu High School Festival!

……

That day's performance ultimately became an immortal legend.

Nobody remembers who the champion was, and nobody remembers what the rest of the program was.

All that remained in everyone's mind was the pink-haired girl clutching a five-string guitar, screaming wildly, and that three-minute impromptu solo that was hailed as a "miracle."

The show is over.

Amidst thunderous shouts of "Encore!" and the joyful embraces of teammates, many of whom wept with happiness.

For the first time, Goto Doku took the microphone from Kita Ikuyo's hand.

She walked to the center of the stage and bowed deeply to the audience.

Then, she raised her head and, in a still trembling but incredibly clear voice that resonated throughout the entire hall, said:

"This...this song..."

"...Dedicated to...my hero."

After she finished speaking, her gaze passed over the tens of thousands of people and the dazzling lights, always fixed on the side of the stage, in the direction of the shadows where no one was left.

He is no longer here.

But she knew he must have 'heard' it.

In the name of heroes.

(Volume 1 is now complete. The next chapter will be Volume 2, which will also make the app's formatting easier. The next chapter will be told from the perspective of Louise/Golden Darkness/Yuuki Asuna. This book has reached exactly 500,000 words. I will write even more diligently. Thank you for your support.)

Volume Two: The Gatekeeper of the World

Chapter 116: Weapons, Cat, Rain, Home, Taiyaki, Door

Deep in the universe.

A silent massacre is nearing its end.

The massive wreckage of the fleet, like carelessly discarded toys, floated silently in the deathly vacuum, forming cold steel graveyards.

Eve floated in the center of the graveyard.

Her long, flowing hair, which had been shimmering with a golden sheen, had returned to its smooth state, though the ends still retained a few subtle, barely perceptible ripples of light.

again.

She couldn't even remember how many enemies had come seeking revenge.

Since her birth, her existence seems to have been defined by this: to be eliminated, then hunted down, and then eliminated again.

Like an endless cycle.

Before meeting that man, she never felt there was anything wrong with it.

But ever since the Pure White Courtyard, the phrase "You are just a confused child troubled by a faulty program" has become like an unremovable underlying command, frequently interfering with her inherent combat logic.

She no longer actively carried out the elimination orders from the "leader".

Trouble, however, always seems to come knocking on your door one after another, like sharks that have smelled blood.

That weariness, which had long seeped into his soul and marrow, finally became the trigger for action at this moment.

Eve raised her hand and, without the slightest hesitation, tore open the space in front of her.

This time, she's going to a place where no one can find her.

She plummeted toward the unfamiliar planet emitting a gentle blue light at the edge of her vision.

...

地球

In the abandoned industrial area, cold rain poured down from the leaden sky, washing over the rusted iron sheets and cracked cement ground.

Eve stood in the rain, letting the cold rain soak her bright blonde hair and drench her thin clothes.

The weapon's body felt no cold.

But the air was filled with the smells of rust, damp earth, and decaying plants. This complex pheromone scent, unlike anything she had ever experienced before, made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

It's quiet here.

There was no roar of engines, no explosions of energy weapons, and no gazes filled with greed or fear.

She liked the quiet.

Until a faint, terrified meow pierced through the rain and reached her ears.

Eve's gaze slowly moved, locking onto the source of the sound.

In a corner of an alley not far away, a emaciated, soaking wet kitten was being surrounded by several large stray dogs.

The vicious dogs growled menacingly, closing in step by step, saliva dripping from their sharp teeth.

An assassin's instincts instantly generated three highly efficient action plans in her mind, each capable of turning those creatures to dust within 0.01 seconds.

But almost at the same time, another man's voice rang out.

— "Find something that you genuinely 'like' and want to 'protect'."

—"This is the first 'instruction' you've given yourself."

Protect…

Command conflict.

For the first time, a flicker of something unexpected appeared in Eve's empty red eyes.

Her gaze fell on the little creature, its fur bristling, trying its best to put on a show, yet still trembling.

That trembling seemed to resonate with some repressed emotion deep in her memory.

Ultimately, the new "instructions" superseded the old "instincts".

She moved.

She simply raised her hand casually and flicked it lightly into the air.

A few drops of rain suspended on her fingertips were instantly imbued with terrifying kinetic energy and shot out with precision at supersonic speed!

"Puff puff!"

The raindrops did not penetrate flesh and blood, but exploded with a bang one millimeter away from the noses of those vicious dogs, turning into three powerful shock waves!

Those vicious stray dogs were like they'd been struck head-on by an invisible hammer, howling as they flew backward and tumbled away at the end of the alley.

The entire process was precise, efficient, and...non-lethal.

The alleyway returned to silence, leaving only the terrified kitten staring blankly at her.

Eve walked over, slowly squatted down, and extended her fair hand.

She gently held the trembling kitten in her arms.

Warm.

hairy.

They might even tremble slightly from fear.

This was the first time she had ever actively embraced such a fragile yet warm life.

At that moment, she suddenly understood the meaning of "homework".

So this is what "liking" is.

But soon, new problems arose.

The kitten in my arms began to make weak, faint meows.

In Eve's cognitive repertoire, this is a dangerous signal that the target's "energy" is rapidly being depleted.

She didn't understand what "feeding" meant, let alone "hunger".

All she knew was that she had to replenish enough "energy" for this life that was defined as an "object of protection".

Otherwise, it will "stop functioning".

--die.

...

Eve, carrying the kitten, went to a nearby bustling farmers' market.

The cries of human vendors, the clamor of bargaining, the strange smells of food mingling together…

Everything here was filled with incomprehensible, chaotic noise to her.

She ignored the amazed or curious glances from the people around her; her red eyes, like the most precise radar, rapidly scanned the entire market.

Ultimately, she focused on the fresh fish that had just been placed on the fish stall, their scales still shimmering.

"Energy source".

She walked straight over.

Under the astonished gaze of the fish stall owner, she reached out and picked up the largest and freshest fish.