I, Madoka Kaname, am just a Kamen Rider passing by

Chapter 88: Cross-server chat is the most deadly

The rain drops from the hidden sky.

There was silence in the deserted city, but the brief false peace only lasted for a moment. With an explosion, a green figure penetrated the building and flew through the air as fast as Newton opening his coffin.

Because the equipment they were wearing was not suitable for moving in a narrow building, a group of AST mecha girls hid not far away, silently monitoring this side. The moment they noticed that the figure had left the building, they flew into the air right after it.

The roar and explosion sounds filled the sky, and even on the ground one could clearly see the traces left by the tracer bullets in the rain.

"They really have no awareness at all. Since the underground shelter is safe enough, they should have dropped a hydrogen bomb to help out, or at worst launched a carpet bombing with hundreds of missiles...but they just wait and see because the elves are hiding indoors...are the Japanese Self-Defense Forces in this world capable?" There was nothing wrong with what Homura Akemi said. After all, in the original world, she consumed billions of yen worth of arms when fighting against Witch Night.

Since they believe that the enemy is out to destroy the world, they should naturally go all out, even at the cost of their lives... Homura Akemi can understand the thoughts of the high-ranking officials of the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force, who are like children playing house and trying their best to avoid losses.

Since we can't win the fight anyway, we might as well minimize the damage, which is also a helpless solution.

Holding an umbrella, Homura Akemi came to the alley between two buildings. She stretched out her free right hand and raised five fingers.

five.

The whistling of the wind was getting closer.

Four.

The girl's mournful wail echoed in the air above.

three.

The white rabbit and the girl riding it, wearing a green coat with her face hidden in the hood, appeared in the gap between the buildings.

two.

The snow made of spiritual power spread out in all directions with the girl as the center point. When the snowflakes disappeared, her figure was gone.

One.

The light puppet fell from the air and landed right at the feet of Homura Akemi. When she picked it up, the fully-armed Origami Tobiichi also landed in front of her.

"You were at that time..."

Noticing Homura's face, even Origami, who usually kept a poker face, took a step back slightly with embarrassment.

She still remembers the cruel treatment she suffered that day. Origami will never forget the humiliation she suffered at that time. One day she will take revenge.

Glancing disdainfully at the white-haired girl who was suspected of stealing something, Homura Akemi was only slightly unhappy, "Origami Tobiichi, huh?... don't bother me."

After saying that, Homura Akemi made a move to leave, but before that, Origami gritted her teeth and stood in front of her.

"That doll is what's left of the elves."

Origami turned her gaze towards the stuffed doll "Yoshina" whose head popped out from Homura Akemi's pocket.

"Yes, that is what brought me here in this unfortunate, gloomy, damp weather."

Nodding, Homura Akemi honestly admitted the matter. After all, it was not something worth hiding.

"Is it to give it to Shidou?"

Origami is not a fool like Tohka. She had some guesses ever since Homura Akemi stopped her from approaching Shidou and Tohka who were on a date.

Afterwards, the elf originally code-named "Princess" transformed into an ordinary person and transferred to her own class. There were no problems with her household registration and identity documents, and no spiritual power reaction was detected. These clues made Origami even more convinced.

There must be a powerful organization behind Shidao, and they use him to contain, control and protect the elves. And Homura Akemi called Shidao the savior before, which also indirectly confirmed that Shidao was hiding some secrets.

"Ms. Tobiichi, you are surprisingly considerate. It is really convenient to talk to smart people."

"What exactly is your purpose? What do you want to do with Shidou and the elves?"

Elves are the culprits that destroy the world.

There is no organization that acts out of the desire to protect them, Origami thought. If that's the case, then they must be ambitious people who want to gain the power of the elves and rule the world.

Indeed, as long as they use the gentle Shidao as bait to make the elves shy, and then secretly brainwash them into their own combat weapons, they can easily use this to threaten other major countries.

The elves are an exceptional fighting force, even nuclear bombs need to be launched, and they can easily wipe a country off the planet if they want.

Although Tohka seems to be fine now, it is possible that it is just a disguise to make AST and Origami relax, or the founder of that organization simply joins forces with the elves to become the ruler of the world.

Shrugging her shoulders, Homura Akemi gave Origami a mocking smile, "Purpose? I can't tell you about that. One more thing, I advise you to stay away from that living puppet of Gokawa Shido. Otherwise it will be very dangerous, and you might even get yourself into trouble."

"Living puppet... As expected, you guys are really using Shidou."

After a wonderful conversation on the wrong channel, nameless anger slowly burned in Origami's heart.

When facing someone you hate, just punch them hard.

This is how the pink-haired girl whom Origami trusts the most, admires and relies on, other than Shidou, taught her.

[Did this guy misunderstand something? ]

Homura Akemi frowned, looking at Origami in confusion as she suddenly became extremely angry.

「Well, forget it. I’m too lazy to explain. Besides, isn’t this quite interesting?」

Looking at Origami who was pointing a gun at her, Homura Akemi raised the corners of her mouth slightly and took out a green watch face.

Although she said this, Homura Akemi didn't show any fear. Gun? She even treated missiles as firecrackers. "Hey, hey, I'm just an ordinary citizen. AST is a subordinate unit of the Self-Defense Forces after all. As a soldier, is it really appropriate for you to point your gun at civilians?!"

"It's really unconvincing for you to say something like this when you can manipulate and use angels."

"Don't we have anything to talk about?"

"have nothing to say."

Homura Akemi sighed and looked at Origami Tobiichi helplessly, "Oh, there's nothing we can do. You're clearly the defeated opponent, but you don't learn your lesson at all. Then let me show you the fate of a loser. Don't die~"

Killing him directly would be troublesome in many ways. Although she didn't care, if Madoka knew about it, she would probably hate her. So she might as well just beat him up and run away. Homura Akemi thought, looking up and looking at Origami.

"Tobiichi Origami."

Chapter 89: The Creeping Darkness

The rain is still falling.

Although Shion had already returned to critical level, the rain caused by it had not stopped, and the entire Tengu City was still shrouded in mist and rain.

"Don't you want to defeat me? Don't you want to conquer me? Don't you want to kill me? Then hurry up! Point your sword and gun at me! Otherwise, you will die."

Looking indifferently at Origami, who was covering her abdomen with her face as pale as paper, the purple ninja shook off the blood stained on the sickle like a samurai.

The thrusters that were originally used for flying around its back had turned into fragments and electronic waste scattered in the alley, and a finger-long wound was cut on the abdomen of the wiring suit. Although the bleeding had stopped, the blood stains left around it proved the effect of the attack.

"In that endless repetition, I learned a lot, such as gun fighting, making bombs, driving planes, tanks, and trucks. I learned how to use all the guns that have ever existed in human history. Of course, I also know a thing or two about cold weapons."

That was just a skill I learned by chance. To be more precise, it was because of my immaturity in the past. During my chuunibyou period, I went to a teacher to learn swordsmanship. However, what I learned was just the basics and not something I could present to the public.

It is neither a magic sword that can cut down swallows, nor does it have the so-called profound realm of "emptiness". It is just a technique mastered in combination with human anatomy in order to effectively kill human-shaped individuals.

"..."

Speechless, Origami, covering her wound, just silently looked at Homura Akemi, whose strength was far superior to hers.

The battle seemed brutal, but in fact, the two men only fought five moves.

[I don’t know what kind of prayer can match the weight of your dedication]

Before Homura Akemi could finish her words, the ringing of the phone broke the solemn atmosphere at the scene, and even had a particularly funny feeling in the rain. "Well, let me show you what a loser is...ah, I have to take a call."

The only people in this world who know Homura Akemi's phone number are the people in Faust, but unless it's an urgent matter, they probably won't call, right?

The person on the caller ID was not Madoka, but a woman named Artemisia, who had almost no presence in the eyes of Homura Akemi. It was said that she was the former ace of the British army against the SSS elf force?

"What's up? I'm busy."

In view of Origami's presence, Homura did not call her by her usual nickname. Artemisia, who understood this from Homura's tone, did not act stupidly and did not make any stupid remarks that might expose her identity.

Yes, it was like when a taxi driver called a rescue platform, and the stupid operator revealed his true identity, causing the driver to die on the spot.

"Dinner is ready, you know what I mean? That guy made it."

"She did it herself...I understand. I'll be back soon."

Under Origami's dull gaze, Homura Akemi, who had originally been so awe-inspiring, like a sharp knife hidden in the darkness, completely lost her elegant yet intimidating temperament.

Instead, he held the phone in both hands, like an ordinary office worker who was called home for dinner by his mother or wife. Although the distance and rain affected Origami's hearing, she could still vaguely hear something like "come back for dinner".

Immediately, Homura Akemi seemed to notice her image problem, put away her phone, and coughed lightly.

"You've saved your life, Tobiichi Origami. Don't let me see you on the battlefield again next time. If you cross my line... I'll kill you~"

As the words fell, Homura Akemi disappeared into the shadows, as if she had never existed.

However, the wound branded on her abdomen and the fragments of the manifestation device scattered around reminded her all the time that she had indeed fought a hard battle with Homura Akemi... the kind where she was slaughtered one-sidedly.

"Wait a minute, what do you think of Shidao... um..."

The barrier used to isolate the rain had long disappeared. The cold raindrops continued to take away Origami's body temperature. The loss of blood made Origami feel dizzy. After shouting out half a sentence and taking two steps, Origami fell into a pool of blood like a puppet without the strings to control it.

"..."

Unable to move.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't muster any strength in my fingers and couldn't even stand up.

"Origami?!"

Just before Origami completely lost consciousness, a familiar voice that sounded almost like a wail reached her ears.

Ryoko Kusakabe is an older single woman in her thirties who has not yet married. Although she is the boss of all the members in AST, she is essentially a reliable and kind person like a sister, just like Sister Yuan.

……

Somewhere on the other side of the ocean, in the office of DEM.

"This strong figure and physique, and the kick that is like a nebula... It is completely beyond the reach of ordinary manifestation devices. Can you confirm? This is indeed Tanya von Degucharev?"

Isaac Westcott sat at his desk, looking at the documents spread out on the table, his head lowered in thought.

A tall Western European man with dull rusty hair and inorganic eyes that reminded people of a machine. Although he looked like he was in his twenties, the dangerous aura he exuded was completely inconsistent with his appearance.

At least he is too young to be a decision-maker of a world-class enterprise like DEM. Of course, not everyone knows that Westcott's actual age is the same as Baldwin Woodman, the chairman of the round table meeting of Ratastock, and he is already over 50 years old.

"If the intelligence department is not mistaken, it should be the woman who has defected from DEM. Ike was planning to transfer her to the Second Executive Department as the director, but she..."

"Huh, if she only processes some magic and gives her the corresponding special equipment, Miss Tanya will be as good a magician as you, Alan. She has that potential."

Because he was targeted by his superior, he used a manifestation device that was five generations behind the times and should have been thrown into the trash long ago without knowing it. However, he still held his own in the battle with the "Princess" and not a single person in the team he was in charge of died... In his opinion, such precious talent should be transferred to his side and used as his sharp weapon.

"Ike, I am the strongest." Raising her eyebrows, the blonde girl hiding in the darkness walked out slowly, refuting her nominal boss, but actual fellow countryman and friend in an unhappy tone.

"Yes, yes, Alan, you are the best. Then, can you go to Japan and bring this Miss Tanya back to me? My intuition tells me that there may be more interesting things hidden in her than these."

Isaac poured himself a glass of red wine at some point and looked at the moonlight outside the window. He slowly shook the glass, and the gorgeous red liquid sparkled strangely under the reflection of the moonlight.

"It doesn't matter if it's a bit rough as long as the goal is achieved. Please, Alan. I can't leave England for the time being because of those traitors."

Chapter 90 I Got You, Miss Rabbit

Looking at the continuous rain outside the window, Erya, who seemed to have melted, slumped on the table like a mollusk. His expression seemed to say that he was already a useless person.

However, in terms of the ability to take care of himself, Niya is indeed a super high school level useless person. Apart from dressing and washing, he needs people to take care of everything else.

Due to the bad weather recently, there were no customers in the store except the Faust members. Erya, like a drunkard, was complaining loudly.

"I feel like mushrooms are growing all over me. I know the reason for the rain, but this is too much. It has been raining for a whole week since Yoshino's Yoshino was lost. The drawings in my room are almost moldy!"

There was a strange blush on her face. She was holding a bottle of wine and her body was full of alcohol. People who were not good at drinking might get drunk just by sitting next to her.

Without looking up, Niya still looked drunk. It was not until a moment later when she lazily changed her posture that she realized that both Madokas were gone. "So, find a chance to return Yoshina as soon as possible... Eh? Strange, both store managers are not in the store?"

So, they were both out for the whole morning, and you just noticed it?! Aren't you a little too slow?! Sure enough, the reason you were caught that year was not because Alan was too strong, but because you were too useless!

Obviously there are omniscient angels, wouldn't it be easy to find out about this?

Is there something wrong with the Faust organization?

The evil and brutal mastermind? No, she is more like a comedian. Although everyone except Nia is strong, including herself, Artemisia always feels that Faust and his gang are just comedians, and even she is on the road of changing her job to a spit-talking role and will never return.

Artemisia, who was wiping cups behind the counter, rolled her eyes at Erya, who read her thoughts and shook his head.

With a satisfied burp, Erya waved his finger at Artemisia, "Hic... I can't find out. If I could do that, I would have checked it a long time ago. No matter whether it's the golden-eyed manager or the pink-eyed manager, my complaints didn't have any response. There's also something wrong with Little Roaring Mura recently. It was a blur when I investigated her."