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

Hachiman Hikigaya's dead fish eyes were wide open, bigger than copper bells, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he had forgotten even his instinct to make a sarcastic remark.

He doesn't understand painting, but he understands what "perfection" is, and this draft in front of him is it!

Only one thought was racing through his mind: 'Holy crap... what am I seeing? A human printer? Just how many more skills does Professor Lynn have that I don't know about?'

'Why is the way he solves problems always so effortlessly and stylishly...? Unbelievable!'

Hayato Hayama's face, which always wore a perfect smile, froze completely, and a bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Monster... This guy is definitely a monster!

She's a monster even more terrifying than Miss Yang Nai!

Yukino Yukinoshita stared intently at the draft, her icy blue eyes reflecting shock, confusion, and a violent storm of "worldview being reshaped."

'Tactics, psychology, leadership... and now, even in the arts... this level of mastery is unparalleled!'

'How could one person possibly master so many top-level skills across such a vast range?! This doesn't make sense!'

'What kind of hellish, all-encompassing elite training did he undergo?! No... no, this is beyond what training could achieve. What terrifying purpose does the organization that cultivated such a 'perfect creation' intend to achieve using Soubu High?!'

As for Eriri...

She was completely dumbfounded.

She stared blankly at the draft, then looked at Lynn's outrageously handsome face.

Her mind was completely blanked out by a massive flow of information called "dimensional reduction attack".

Those tangled problems that had plagued her for two days and two nights—

In this man's hands, in just over ten seconds, the problem was solved effortlessly and perfectly in a way she couldn't even comprehend, a way that seemed almost divine.

She felt that her artistic views, her self-esteem, and all the pride she had accumulated over the past ten years were shattered in this moment by these few casual strokes.

Then, on the ruins, a sacred temple leading to a new world was built for her.

"me……"

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

Is he trying to express shock? Or is he trying to express gratitude?

But in the end, what came out of her lips, trembling slightly with excitement, was that proud line etched into her soul, tinged with tears.

"Who, who said I don't understand?! I, of course I know how to draw it! This, this level of thing, I... I could draw it with my eyes closed!"

Her face flushed red, whether from embarrassment or anger, like a golden retriever with its fur standing on end. She snatched the draft from Lynn's hand and hugged it tightly to her chest, as if it were not a piece of paper, but the most precious relic in the world.

"It's just that I'm not feeling well today!"

"Yes, I just wasn't in a good mood, that's why I couldn't draw it! Don't get too cocky, I wasn't referring to your work!"

The air fell into an even more eerie silence because of this flawed and blustering explanation.

In the art studio, there were Yukino Yukinoshita, Hachiman Hikigaya, and Hayato Hayama.

Without prior arrangement, they all turned to look at the blonde girl who was burying her face in the "relic," whose ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, with a strange mix of "caring for the mentally challenged," "speechless," and "pity." She was tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

In the midst of this awkward atmosphere that seemed to freeze the air, Yukino Yukinoshita's cold, emotionless voice, like a precise scalpel, ruthlessly pierced Eriri's last pretense.

"Since you thought of that already, I'll probably see the finished poster by tomorrow morning."

"Is that right, Sawamura-kun?"

"Eh?!"

Eriri, who was holding the draft, suddenly froze, completely petrified.

"Here it comes!" Hachiman Hikigaya's dead fish eyes suddenly lit up, and he mentally screamed.

'Yukinoshita's forte: an absolutely just and ruthless pursuit!'

On the surface, it was for work, but in those icy blue eyes, a chilling glint of revenge—the kind that made you lock me out twice—was clearly visible!

'Tsk, women are terrifying, especially beautiful and intelligent women like these. Their methods of revenge are so... sophisticated!'

Lynn looked at Eriri's adorable expression—clearly completely defeated, yet desperately trying to maintain her last shred of dignity, only to be instantly crushed by Yukino—and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't glance at the crowd again, but in the instant he turned away, he left behind a sentence in his unique, languid voice that seemed to soothe all anxiety, a sentence that everyone present would remember for a lifetime.

"True geniuses are never bound by inspiration, but rather master it."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door without looking back.

Just before the door was about to close, he didn't even turn around; he simply flicked his wrist and casually tossed the pencil behind him.

"Duh."

A soft click.

The pencil traced a perfect arc in the air, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, and landed with unparalleled precision in a narrow gap in the pencil holder.

It made no unnecessary clanging noises and remained perfectly parallel to the surrounding pencils.

The door closed slowly.

Only four petrified souls remained in the studio, each for different reasons, deeply shaken and frozen in shock.

Chapter 45: The Third Disciple of Another World, the Heartless Shark

Weekends always have a lazy, sweet feel to them.

The afterglow of the setting sun, like melting orange marmalade, bathed the entire room in a warm, inviting hue.

The lights were off in the living room of Lynn's apartment.

He was completely slumped in the soft sofa, in a classic "Ge You slouch" position, holding a thick book of folk tales and ghost stories borrowed from the school library, reading it with great interest.

The air was filled with a faint, fresh scent of shower gel.

Kasugano Sora was wearing a large white T-shirt that almost covered her upper thighs; it was Lynn's clothes.

She had just finished showering, and her long, smooth silver hair, still damp, was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her fair neck, making her skin appear even whiter.

That delicate, doll-like face was flushed with a soft, endearing pink from the rising steam.

She didn't speak, but like an elegant yet clingy kitten, she quietly curled up at the other end of the sofa.

She was also holding a book in her hands.

But her gaze wasn't on the pages of the book at all.

Those calm, deep gray eyes, like a still lake, remained fixed on Lynn's profile the entire time, without blinking, quietly and attentively.

It was as if he were the only source of light and scenery in her entire world.

Just being able to quietly look at him like this makes it feel like pink bubbles of "happiness" are rising in the air.

This tranquility was the only piece of driftwood she had managed to grasp from the endless darkness and loneliness, using all her strength.

Lynn naturally knew this.

He could even clearly "see" through his "emotional perception" that the ball of light representing the dome was radiating a pure, peaceful, and slightly possessive glow called "satisfaction."

He didn't point it out, but simply enjoyed this rare tranquility that belonged to "ordinary life".

However, just as this warmth was about to solidify into eternity.

"Om-!"

A sharp and urgent alarm, which only he could hear, suddenly exploded in the depths of his mind without warning!

A blood-orange, semi-transparent virtual panel was forcefully ejected in front of him with an irresistible force!

[Orange Alert!]

[A high-risk cosmic-level target has been detected; its essence is irreversibly annihilating!]

[New visitor requesting access!]

Name: Eve

Code Name: Golden Darkness

[World of Origin]: T-009 (To Love-Ru)

[Status]: Danger (The soul is being formatted and is about to evolve into a pure unconscious disaster)

[Warning]: The target's "survival instinct" inadvertently triggered the safe house's shelter agreement in the last moment before her consciousness dissipated. This was her final "distress signal".

Lynn paused for a second as she turned the pages of the book.

The soul is extinguished.

A word that sounds complicated. This means that he may not be facing a "patient," but a soul that is heading towards death.

If left unchecked, she will eventually become a truly mobile, unconscious "catastrophe" capable of destroying galaxies.

"Golden Shadow Eve".

A manufactured cosmic-level biological weapon.

She was expected to be the "perfect weapon," possessing terrifying power to destroy planets, but she had a fatal "flaw"—she learned to love.

This made her no longer perfect, and turned her into a pitiful girl who was toyed with by fate.

Lynn sighed softly to himself.

Honestly, can't a person just have a peaceful weekend and read a book for a while?

"Qiong." He put down the book, his voice still gentle.

The girl on the other side of the sofa trembled slightly and immediately looked away from his face, pretending to be engrossed in her book. However, her slightly reddened earlobes betrayed her inner turmoil.

"Mmm," she replied in a voice barely audible.

"I'm going back to my room to take care of some work. What would you like for dinner? I'll order takeout later."

"...Made by Onii-chan."

"it is good."

Lynn smiled, got up, walked to her room, and closed the door.

"Safe house, request accepted."

"Activate [Initial Forced Asylum]".

The next second, the world before his eyes shifted and changed.

……

In the pristine white Eternal Garden, the air was so still it seemed to freeze.

Lynn's figure quietly appeared.

Almost at the same moment he appeared, not far in front of him, space distorted like a shattered mirror, and a petite figure fell from the sky.

She had waist-length hair that was so radiant it seemed to flow with molten gold, and a pair of blood-red eyes that should have been as bright as rubies, but were now as empty as an abyss.

In the [Emotion Perception] section, Lynn clearly "saw" the storm raging within her heart.

The cold, black commands representing "killing" and "destruction" are like steel chains, tightly binding a faint but tenacious golden glimmer that represents "confusion" and "sorrow".

This is a soul under forced execution, putting up a silent, final resistance.

The moment I "sensed" Lynn as a "living being".

The killing weapon, named "Golden Shadow," faithfully executed its programmed instructions—to annihilate everything.

"Om-!"

Her long, soft, and beautiful golden hair instantly lost all its softness and transformed into a vast, golden forest of death composed of countless deadly blades and sharp spears!

"Chichichichi——!"

The shrill sounds of tearing through the air merged into one, and countless golden afterimages, from all directions, rushed towards all his vital points with speeds beyond comprehension!

However, faced with this terrifying attack that could blast a small planet into cosmic dust in 0.1 seconds, Lynn stood still, motionless.

The next instant, the countless golden hair blades, capable of piercing through anything, came to an abrupt halt just one millimeter away from Lynn's skin.

They abruptly and defied all laws of inertia, hovering in mid-air as if they had crashed into an invisible, absolutely insurmountable dimensional barrier.

The "absolute safety" rule of the safe house allowed this most powerful assassin in the universe to experience for the first time what it meant to be "ineffective in attack".