Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist.

a long time,

Kamijou Touma suddenly came to his senses and rushed to the window. The street below was bustling with traffic, but there was no sign of the man.

"What...what happened...this is terrible!"

The presidential suite at the Kremlin International Hotel in Academy City.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's dazzling night view unfolds.

Su Hui gently placed Index in his arms onto the soft sofa.

The girl was still in shock, her body trembling slightly.

Su Hui's fingers gently traced her delicate cheeks, sensing the vast and boundless demonic knowledge within her body, sealed layer upon layer.

"One hundred and thirty thousand books of demonic arts... a perfect vessel for knowledge."

A satisfied smile curved his lips: "Index, call me 'brother' and I'll hear it. If you do, you'll get something delicious!"

At this moment, Su Hui was like a creepy uncle trying to abduct a little girl, extremely evil.

"really?"

Index, simply faced with Su Hui's temptation, rubbed her rumbling stomach, her eyes sparkling.

"of course."

"Then, brother, older brother~"

"Call me 'good brother'!"

"Good brother~"

"Call me 'brother' and beg me, and I'll have the front desk prepare a feast for you." Su Hui smiled and pinched Index's little face.

"Good brother, please! I want to eat a big meal."

"Okay! I'll grant your wish."

Half an hour later.

Inside the room, a crystal chandelier cast a soft glow, and the air was filled with the enticing aroma of food.

A long dining table was set with a variety of exquisite dishes.

From top-quality Kobe beef to French-style baked snails, and a dazzling array of desserts and ice cream, it was as lavish as a royal dinner.

Index's eyes were already filled with the delicious food, and all her previous fear and anxiety had been thrown to the winds.

"Brother Su Hui...can I really eat these?"

She pointed timidly at the food on the table and asked cautiously, her mouth practically watering.

"Of course, it's all prepared for you."

Su Hui sat opposite her, elegantly cutting a steak, his tone tinged with doting affection.

Upon receiving permission, Index cheered and immediately rushed to the dining table.

She picked up a knife and fork, but became somewhat clumsy due to her excitement. Instead, she simply grabbed a roasted chicken leg with her hands and began to eat it heartily without any regard for her image.

"Delicious! So delicious!"

As she ate, she mumbled praises, looking as happy as a cute little Hakimi.

Su Hui watched her wolf down her food, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He didn't care about Index's eating manners; on the contrary, he found her innocent and carefree demeanor quite amusing.

In his mental perception, deep within Index's brain, an extremely complex seal was emitting faint magical fluctuations.

This seal compresses and seals the vast amount of information from 103,000 grimoires, but its structure itself is like a time bomb.

It constantly drains the host's life force and memories to maintain its own stability, and needs to be "reset" once a year, otherwise the host will die because the brain cannot bear the burden.

"Using protection as a pretext to exert control. That's exactly the kind of thing those hypocrites from the British Puritans would do."

Su Hui sneered inwardly.

In his view, this vicious and inferior seal was full of flaws.

He could dismantle it from its source at any time with "Law Stripping" without causing any harm to Index.

However, now is not the time.

This seal itself is also a very good bait.

Index's face was covered in cream and sauce as she ate.

Su Hui picked up a napkin and naturally reached out to wipe her mouth.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Index paused, looked up, and a hint of confusion flashed in her emerald eyes.

This man who claims to be her brother, although terrifying, seems... not so bad?

He not only chased away the vicious red-haired magician, but also prepared so many delicious foods for her.

While she was still in a daze, a cold and sharp killing intent suddenly locked onto the entire room without warning.

The murderous aura was so condensed and substantial, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, hanging above everyone's head.

click-

The expensive tempered glass floor-to-ceiling window shattered silently without any external impact, turning into countless tiny crystals that were swept away by an invisible airflow, with not a single piece falling into the room.

A tall, lithe figure appeared in the broken window as if by teleportation.

The person who arrived was wearing a simple white T-shirt and faded jeans, with a long, black ponytail tied up high, reaching down to her waist.

Her features were cool and delicate, and her figure was stunning; simple clothes could not hide her exaggerated curves at all.

Especially her long, straight legs encased in jeans, which exuded an astonishing explosive power.

The white T-shirt clung tightly to her shapely figure, her full breasts almost bursting out, rising and falling slightly with her breath.

Her slender waist could be encircled with one hand, outlining a perfect S-curve.

The faded jeans hugged her long, straight legs tightly, making them even more alluring.

Her skin was as white as snow, and it shone faintly in the moonlight.

On that aloof face, the eyes shone brightly, the nose was straight, and the lips were thin yet faintly pink.

Her ponytail danced lightly in the night breeze, a few stray strands playfully clinging to her cheeks, adding a touch of softness to her cool and elegant demeanor.

What's most striking is her gaze, cold as a star, yet carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible allure.

Those beautiful eyes were now fixed on Su Hui, their pupils flashing with a dangerous light.

She stood quietly by the broken window, the night wind blowing her clothes and outlining her even more alluring figure.

Even in such a tense standoff, her natural charm remained undeniable.

In her hand, she held a nodachi that was over two meters long—"Seven Days, Seven Swords".

Kamisaki Kazuki.

One of fewer than twenty "saints" in the world.

Her gaze swept past the table full of delicious food and landed directly on Su Hui, her eyes as cold as the Siberian wind.

"Let her go, you villain."

Kanzaki Kaori's voice was cold and resolute, carrying a special pressure derived from her "saint" status, enough to make ordinary people lose their composure and kneel down in submission.

Su Hui acted as if nothing had happened, and even had the leisure to pull Index, who was frightened by the sudden turn of events, into his arms and let her sit on his lap.

He picked up a new napkin and continued to slowly wipe the little nun's mouth.

"Oh? And who are you? Her guardian?"

Su Hui raised his eyelids and looked at Kanzaki Kaori with a flirtatious gaze, his eyes wandering with interest over her voluptuous figure.

It must be said that this woman's body, after being tempered by the power of a "saint," has reached the pinnacle of human potential.

Every inch of skin, every muscle line, is full of power and beauty, exuding a fatal allure.

Kanzaki Kaori frowned slightly. Not only did the other party ignore her saintly aura, but their provocative gaze also made her feel uneasy.

She stopped talking nonsense.

Words are superfluous when dealing with this kind of enemy.

"Draw your sword."

She didn't even pronounce the move name; with a flick of her wrist, the "Seven Days Seven-Seven Blades" was already unsheathed.

The blade flashed and disappeared in a flash, too fast for the naked eye to catch.

But in Su Hui's perception, seven invisible slashes made of steel wire and magic attacked from seven different angles at supersonic speeds, blocking all his space to dodge.

"Seven Flashes".

This is Kanzaki Kaori's signature technique, which uses her command sword "Seven Days Seven Blades" in conjunction with steel wire to launch seven slashes in an instant.

Every strike,

They are strong enough to easily cut through steel!

Index screamed in fright and buried her head in Su Hui's arms.

Su Hui didn't move an inch, just held Index and watched the invisible steel wires slash toward him with amusement.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

Those powerful strikes, capable of shattering steel and splitting rocks, seemed to sink into an invisible quagmire when they approached within a meter of Su Hui's body, their speed suddenly slowing down and eventually disappearing without a trace.

The constant domain surrounding Su Hui distorted the surrounding laws and forces. Unless a powerful expert with a level of control over the laws surpassed his, any attack below the legendary rank wouldn't even be qualified to touch his body.

Kanzaki Kaori's pupils suddenly contracted.

Her proud "Seven Flashes" technique... failed? It didn't even cause a ripple in the opponent's defense?

how can that be!

In the instant that she was deeply shocked, Su Hui's figure suddenly disappeared.

not good!

Kanzaki Kaori's mind went on high alert; her saintly intuition instantly sensed a deadly crisis approaching from in front of her.

Without a second thought, she immediately sheathed her knife and went back to defend, leaning back to create distance.

But it was too late.

A hand, as if piercing through the barrier of space, appeared before her like a ghost, precisely grabbing her wrists where she was holding the knife.

His other hand wrapped around her supple waist, and an irresistible force came over him.

Kanzaki Kaori felt dizzy and the next second, her back slammed heavily against the cold wall.

"boom!"

Su Hui's figure was almost face to face with hers, pinning her against the wall in an extremely ambiguous position.

He firmly controlled her hands that were holding the knife with one hand, raising them above her head.

His other hand held her waist tightly, pressing her supple body against his.

Kanzaki Kaori was completely dumbfounded.

She was subdued in an instant before she could even see what the other person was doing.

The distance between them was so close that she could clearly feel the warm breath he exhaled and the undisguised aggression in his deep eyes.

Her tall, voluptuous body was completely suppressed, and her tight T-shirt rolled up due to her struggle, revealing a section of her snow-white, firm waist.

Beneath his jeans, his long, muscular thighs were taut, yet he couldn't move an inch.

Especially the torn left pant leg, the exposed skin gleaming like ivory under the light, creating a stark contrast with her cold and aloof temperament, full of a fatal allure formed by the intertwining of asceticism and wildness.

A strong masculine scent mixed with a faint, almost imperceptible stench of blood filled her nostrils, leaving her mind blank.

As a saint and one of the top ten most powerful magicians in London, how could she have ever suffered such humiliation?

"You... bastard!"