Why are all the people in my chat group rumored to be from the outside world?

"It seems this is my fate. However, Sakura, you did win, but..."

Sajō Aika hadn't finished speaking!

Three beams of light shot up from the ground and tore through the sky!

"What happened?" Sakura turned her head to look in the direction of the three beams of light, and the first thing she saw was a fist burning with flames.

Eh?

The thought had barely formed in his mind when his fist struck her right cheek with tremendous force. Incredible speed propelled her backward, sending her flying.

I... got hit.

My consciousness seemed to still be stuck in shock.

Just then, a tunnel opened up in the space behind her, and the gray-haired girl, holding a baseball bat, struck Sakura, who was flying backwards, with perfect accuracy.

Watching Sakura fly out like a baseball, the gray-haired girl clenched her fist.

"I can become a Destruction Commander? That's really interesting."

It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!

The excruciating pain finally pierced through Sakura's numbness.

Flames were scorching her soul, and destructive forces were eroding her immortal body.

Are you kidding me? What the hell is this thing?!

[It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Why does it hurt so much?! I'm just a soul right now! Why does it hurt so much?! Body...give me your body!]

A painful voice howled wildly in Sakura's mind.

The next second, Sakura's own will was forcibly pushed back into the depths of her body, and another will instantly invaded her body.

However, immediately afterwards—

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Why does it still hurt so much even though I have a body?! What have you done to me? Untie me right now!" Tears streamed down the invader's face.

Just as her vision blurred with tears, a shadow fell over her.

She looked up in confusion and saw the beast that was called the savior.

...Huh?

This was a cry of surprise from a deity named Kama, who was possessing Sakura.

next second!

The Chimera's sword fell from the hands of the savior beast.

The sky was torn apart, and the space itself was torn apart along with it.

The beast lying on the ground stared in disbelief at the three figures standing in the sky with their backs to the moon.

"Wait...wait, I've lost, I surrender, please don't hit me."

Her response was met with three figures surrounding her.

-

In a realm inaccessible to humans, two wills observe everything on Earth as always.

As always, both wills are observing this world just like they are now...

[Cut it off! Cut it off! What are you still looking at? Can't you see? What kind of monsters are those! Especially that thing that looks like a monster, it's even more beastly than a beast! It even has the attribute of saving the world! What the hell!] One of the wills let out an almost mundane cry of alarm, shouting urgently.

Another rational voice responded: [...It's impossible. Haven't you felt it? Something is tightly binding that timeline.]

[How is this possible?] The initial will became even more frantic.

[It's all your fault! Alaya, when that bomb came out, I said to cut the wire, but you insisted on observing! You said they were kind-hearted people! Look! Look what your so-called kind-hearted people are doing!]

[They're beating that beast! Look! Look! How ferocious! Never mind, you and I need to work together to cut this timeline!]

[good. ]

Just as the two consensuses were about to exert their power, they suddenly felt a chill down their spines.

What's going on? How could there be any wind here? And how could they... possibly feel cold?

At that very moment, four voices came clearly from behind them:

"Let's beat them up first." x4

Before the two wills could turn around, a large hand grabbed them.

As long as I'm persistent enough, there's nothing I can't outlast.

I'm like a pigeon killer; I have no emotions, I only know how to complete the mission.

However, I've run into a little trouble now.

I am completing the sixth mission assigned to me by the system, the mission objective is the planet devourer.

Everything was normal until this stupid system told me where the mission objective was!

……

Years later.

Oh no, I've already finished my task?

It has already been through the worlds: Holy Grail War, Demon Slayer, Ultraman Tiga, Kamen Rider Chronicles... and is currently trying to defeat Galactus.

Volume 1: Chapter 99 The Force of Restraint: Behave Yourself, Behave Yourself

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!" Kama, whose possession had been forcibly removed, covered his head with both hands and curled up on the ground, letting out a pitiful wail.

"I only came because of love! I'm just here to fulfill a young girl's sincere love! What did I do wrong?! Even if there's a mistake, it's hers! Go and hit her! Go and hit her!"

"Don't believe her nonsense! She's trying to bewitch us. If we let go, she'll beat us to our knees!" shouted Yu Jin, who was covered in sweat.

Those are beasts; they don't have superpowers now, so a minute is still too short.

Now, their only chance of survival is to desperately attack this ferocious beast that is shedding tears!

"Don't stop! She's taken so many attacks, yet she still speaks with such strength. She must be gathering power to speed up!" Kevin's feet almost left afterimages as he kicked.

Kevin felt incredibly cool at that moment, as he risked his life to suppress the terrifying beast.

"We've been fighting for so long, and this guy is still shouting so loudly. Should we use that card again?" Xing shouted to her friends while kicking him with her high heels.

Upon hearing this, Kama, who was crouching on the ground with his head in his hands, hurriedly cried out, "No, no, no! I really surrender, I won't fight anymore, please let me go!"

She never wanted to experience that soul-scorching pain again.

Looking at the little girl in front of them, her face upturned, tears welling up in her red eyes, looking utterly pitiful, the three exchanged a solemn glance.

A tacit understanding is achieved in the air.

After all this fighting, we haven't even scratched a hair on her head! Beasts really don't feel pain! We really can only rely on that thing! Those inherently evil beasts… we'll have to deal with them ourselves—

"Please, please let me go!" Kama's will to survive overwhelmed everything. She lunged at Ember, who was closest to her, and hugged his leg tightly, burying her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably, "If you let me go, I'll do anything! Really! I'll do anything!"

"Haha, then you can die with me!"

"Yes, you can die with the embers!" x2

Looking at the crying beast and the grinning crowd, Ayaka Sajou couldn't tell who the real beast was that brought about the calamity.

Aika smiled and shook her head, then turned her gaze to Sakura, who was lying motionless on the ground.

“You won, Sakura.”

"...Sister, is this charity being given to Sakura? Heh, that's so typical of you. Always, always acting so high and mighty." Sakura's cheeks were swollen and deformed from the heavy blow, and her voice was slurred and hissing.

"...That happened so many years ago, and you still remember it now, Sakura? You really are a child."

“…I can’t forget, I can’t forget.” Sakura tried to raise her hand to cover her face, not wanting to expose her current embarrassing state.

"Sister, you may not care, and you may have even forgotten what happened back then, but for me, it is something I can never forget."

Sakura's voice trembled slightly. The so-called things that she could never forget? No, it was a mark that gnawed at her soul day and night, causing her to scream and wake up from nightmares countless times!

A dark, cold, and damp basement.

The air was always filled with the creepy, rustling sound of insect legs crawling.

Her body was already numb and stiff like a piece of rotten wood, and even the sensation of pain had disappeared. Only a pair of extremely empty eyes remained, staring blankly at the moldy ceiling, watching helplessly as those cold, slippery arthropods, one after another, crawled and gnawed at her numb skin without restraint... How could she forget such hellish days, such despair?

Just when she herself had completely succumbed to despair, believing that she would eventually become nourishment for the insect hive and turn into a rotting skeleton in a sewer...

"It was my sister...it was my sister who pulled Sakura out of that hell!" Sakura's voice suddenly filled with fervent, almost fanatical excitement.

"At that moment, Sakura thought she saw an angel! No! It was an angel descending to earth! My sister is Sakura's angel of light! She is the angel who pulled Sakura back from the boundless dark mire into the sunlight!"

"The bread was so sweet, the milk was so warm, and everyone in the Sato family was so kind."

"Sakura is truly happy, truly happy, but compared to all this..."

"Sakura wants her older sister more! She wants her older sister's gaze! Even just one glance! Older sister, look at me! Look at Sakura!"

"Sakura is very obedient. She listens to everything her sister says and does. But why won't her sister even look at her? Is there something Sakura isn't doing well enough?"

Even if your sister only treats Sakura as a pretty toy, as a pet wagging its tail and begging for affection, Sakura doesn't care! Sakura really doesn't care! Sakura only asks that your sister, just a little bit, just a little bit, linger on Sakura's gaze, that would be enough.

Sajou Aika stared silently at her sister lying on the ground.

So this is ah.

At that moment, Aika Sajou finally understood everything.

From that moment on, the girl he had brought out of the den of demons was actually broken.

She didn't love the so-called Sajou Aika, but rather the angel she had imagined in her heart.

Father, mother, sister, uncle, gods—no one could respond to her. But just as she was about to utterly succumb, the angel that the girl had created for herself descended upon her.

The angel pulled her from darkness back to light, giving her food and care. But the angel she had imagined never paid attention to her. From then on, she began to desperately try to present herself well and please the angel, hoping to get him to look at her even once. She would be satisfied with just one glance.

Looking at Sakura, who was curled up on the ground and still immersed in self-blame, Aika Sajou spoke softly and clearly: "Sakura, I'm sorry."

These two simple words acted like an invisible gate, instantly cutting off Ying's surging torrent of words.

What did she hear? Sorry?

That arrogant older sister is apologizing to her right now.

It's the same as before, charity. She's giving herself away. If she just lowers her arm, we'll see what she looks like when she gives herself away.

"Don't misunderstand, Sakura," Aika said calmly.

"My apology to you does not mean that I think I owe you anything."

“You molded me into the image of the angel in your imagination. I can’t live up to your expectations. This is not my fault. The fact is, I did pull you out of that hell. You were reborn because of this, and you should be the one thanking me. But now you’ve brought me a huge problem.”

“But even so…” Aika’s voice finally softened slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"I still want to say sorry."

"However, this apology does not come from the angel in your imagination—she has done her duty and has no obligation to apologize to you."

"This apology comes from Ayaka Sajou, from your sister."

"As a real, flesh-and-blood older sister who may be indifferent or negligent, I admit that I haven't done a good enough job. I am indeed not a qualified older sister. So, I apologize, my foolish younger sister."

So after Sajou Aika finished speaking, a silent atmosphere enveloped the two of them.

The voice that said, "How are you still alive after all that effort?" became the background noise for the two of them.

Sajou Aika looked at Sakura lying on the ground in silence and said, "You've caused me such a huge mess, making things like this. Now that things have come to this, aren't you going to say anything to me?"

After a long silence, a voice, barely audible and heavily nasal, struggled to emerge from beneath Sakura's tightly covered face: "...I'm sorry, sister."

Saya Aika tilted her head slightly, one hand lazily resting beside her ear, her eyelids half-closed: "The voice is too soft, I can't hear it."

It was as if this brief command had breached the last dam.

"I'm sorry." The second apology was still weak. Then—

"I'm sorry..." The voice suddenly rose, tinged with a tearful sob.