I'm doing a crossover anime/manga project, and I'm creating a new kind of "Moonlight&

They have the awareness to sacrifice their own lives as well as the lives of others.

It's not that I don't cherish life, but that I've already figured out what's more important to me.

It can be said that from the moment he appeared, Kazuma was already a fully-fledged hero in terms of character design.

Ayanokouji was being rapidly corrupted, experiencing firsthand what human emotions truly meant...

so.....

Luo completely ignored the impact of his persecution on Ayanokouji's "growth," looked at Hikigaya, and lazily said, "Never mind, it's too late."

"Please handle this, Hachiman, and then go home early."

He reached out and grasped at the air, and countless icy energies gathered from all directions, condensing in his hand into a long, azure sword as cold as ice.

Runes appeared on the crystal-clear sword, densely packed and extending until they covered the entire blade.

Volume 1: Chapter 53 Departing as a Rainbow...

Rother walked over carrying a thin sword with seal script, stood behind it, and thrust downwards fiercely.

A sword pierced the woman's back, pinning her firmly to the ground.

The seal script covering the sword suddenly shone brightly, and the dense seal script began to flow continuously, intertwining with each other, climbing up the sword and onto the woman's body, quickly spreading throughout her entire body.

A sharp, piercing, and shrill scream.

A large plume of blue smoke rose, and the woman struggled violently, screaming...

"The rest is up to you, okay, Hachiman?"

Rosser turned and raised an eyebrow at Hachiman.

Ayanokouji and Kazuma exchanged a glance but said nothing.

They knew that perhaps now was the real test.

"I...I..."

The desperate pleas for mercy echoed in Hachiman's ears, making him stiffen. He walked tremblingly to the woman's side, but he couldn't bring himself to reach out his hand.

Do you really want to...?

Maybe she didn't do it? She's just blinded by resentment.

Perhaps it's already now...

As a kind-hearted person who would rather expose himself than not help others, countless explanations came to mind for Hachiman.

but.....

"No, it's because of the resentment in her heart, because she enjoys the pleasure of killing and dominating others."

Rosser's indifferent voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens, distant yet striking.

“It came entirely from her own heart, and the number of people who died was far more than that.”

Hachiman shuddered and fell silent.

But Kazuma remembered something.

He recalled the pale hands and empty eyes he had seen in the sea of ​​black blood.

There were even some young children, whose purplish-blue faces showed they were originally very cute and good boys.

Its pale, lifeless eyes stared at the sky, its chubby little hands seemingly trying to grasp something.

There are also the elderly, the disabled, and the mentally ill.

He originally thought it was just that thing that had shaken his will and caused this.

Because there were so many people, thousands of them.

What if it isn't?

In Tokyo, besides those living in rented apartments and internet cafes, there are even more homeless people.

Without identity, uncared for, wandering from city to city, struggling in this most prosperous era.

They really have absolutely no resistance to this monstrosity.

This isn't a question of whether they can resist sexual temptation; they don't even have a place to live, and can only spend their days and nights in water pipes, wall cracks, and under bridges.

Even the condition of "no entry without permission" cannot be met, so even if they die, they will remain silent.

Kazuma's memory was so clear at this moment, as if he could clearly see the weathered faces of these dead people, their calloused skin, their ailing bodies...

Yes.

Compared to young adults, vulnerable children, frail elderly, and homeless people who are ignored by everyone are the best targets for this thing.

this moment.

He clearly sensed what it meant for the end of the world to be approaching.

That is, life becomes insignificant, like weeds, piled up there, forming a river of blood.

"Mom, Hikigaya..."

Kazuma stepped forward and pulled out the crystal-clear ice sword that the officer had conjured out of thin air. It was surprisingly heavy in his hand.

Without hesitation.

He plunged his sword into the woman's head once more.

The woman suddenly raised her head, then abruptly went limp, her movements lessened, and finally she slowly stopped moving.

Kazuma remained motionless, watching coldly.

really.

A surge of illusory gray energy emanated from her body, exuding a chilling, cursed aura. It coalesced and transformed into a hideous face, screaming shrilly as it lunged at Kazuma.

Kazuma watched calmly.

boom.

The rapier on the woman's body flashed with golden light.

The demon mask exploded.

They coalesced again in the next moment.

Bang~~

It collapsed again.

BANG! BANG! BANG!!!

Finally, the demonic face faded and shrank, until finally a girl, not particularly beautiful but with a pure and genuine smile, emerged.

A series of phantoms, seemingly from her past, appeared; everyone has their own sorrows.

She was once innocent and romantic.

She was once kind and simple.

She was also a pitiful person...

But you old man.

Kazuma completely defied expectations.

He thrust the sword directly in, then pulled it out, and with a flick of his wrist, shattered the light and shadow.

Grandpa Hezhen doesn't have time to read your so-called grievances. Isn't it just a story about meeting a scumbag, becoming obsessed with boxing, attacking an innocent child, and being stabbed to death by the child's parents in retaliation?

He had already checked the house before he was looking for it for his relative.

Regardless of her past, how innocent, kind, pitiful, or what hardships she had.

but......

Why should I read your story?

Why should I feel sorry for you?

Why should I try to understand your situation?

Are all the people in prison inherently evil? Everyone has their own difficulties. Everyone is not in control of their own destiny.

Why should he sympathize with her from the perspective of an animal?

Countless evil deeds, and they're just wiped clean like this?

Pooh.

Even if you die, don't expect to die peacefully.

That disdainful look, as if it were seeing something foul, deeply stung the woman whose face had calmed down, as if she had let go of everything and was about to attain enlightenment.

Her face contorted again, filled with resentment, her eyes filled with venom, black energy rising from her lips, and she opened her mouth as if to utter a curse.

"Well....."

He Zhen, wielding his sword with seal script, struck again, annihilating it completely.

Damn it, just die already!

next to.

Hachiman just stared blankly at him.

"Forget it, be more decisive next time. Expecting bad people to change their ways is like sending them to hell. Whether or not to forgive is the victim's business. Neither I nor you have that right."

Ayanokouji patted him on the shoulder, a hint of emotion showing on his usually expressionless face.

Sure enough, none of the people the commander chose were simple.

"Mom, Hikigaya~"

Kazuma walked back, glanced at Hikigaya, and then seemed to be immersed in self-reproach for killing him.

But he secretly tucked the obviously valuable ice sword behind his back...

Roser: No, bro, this thing's blade is at minus twenty degrees Celsius, isn't your brother freezing?

(Northeast guy: Minus 20 degrees Celsius? What a beautiful day!)

"Alright, it's too late today, why don't you stay at my office for the night?"

Seeing the Heavenly Path Jade acquisition notifications popping up like crazy on Hachiman's side, Rose clapped his hands in satisfaction.

In a short while, Hikigaya surpassed Kazuma to become the number one on the leaderboard.

As expected, for this kind of protagonist, the mental torment had the greatest impact on him...

it is finally over.

Ayanokouji breathed a sigh of relief, immediately feeling an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.

It felt like I had just hiked or run 50 kilometers in one night, a feeling of utter exhaustion.

Uh, it seems so true?

Ayanokouji's expression immediately turned sour.

Damn it, he still dragged those two useless guys for fifty kilometers...

Look back.

Kazuma and Hachiman were incredibly energetic, with Kazuma even wriggling around as if showing off. (Actually, it was just ice.)

next moment.

Ayanokouji stood in front of him.

"Hey, Ayanokouji, why are you clenching your fist like that? ...Hey, wanna fight? Do you think you're dealing with a real old man...? Stop...wait, stop, stop...sir, help!!!"