I don't want to fall in love when I come to the moon world

Cries of despair, howls of anger.

There was not only darkness among the fleeing crowd.

Just as light and darkness are interdependent, in the midst of the majority of darkness, there are also people who are shining brightly.

But that light was too weak, and the darkness in those people's hearts was enough to swallow up the blooming light.

In this world without a future, the once bright light has become dim and worthless.

But at least there is light.

Even though it is so weak in the darkness, it still blooms with the beauty of light.

Viruses created by humans are spreading rapidly in the world. This is not the world's punishment on humans, but the root of the disaster planted by humans themselves.

On this earth where there is no special existence such as birth restraint and world will, the shallow world instinct is simply unable to stop the ambition of human beings to flourish.

The taste of despair is becoming stronger and stronger. They are born in virus-infected parts of the world, and then slowly gather towards the tiny country of Neon.

Threads of gray air continuously flowed into Zi Yi's body.

The despair of the entire world will become her nourishment, slowly driving her third evolution.

But there are too few...Although it is a doomsday world, zombies have no desires or emotions. Dying people can feel great despair, but when life is completely gone, nothing will be left.

Standing on the rooftop of Fujimi Academy, she watched this doomsday drama.

The so-called protagonist was right next to him, but he was no longer breathing, and only a pile of ashes remained.

She said that this world had no future and was destroyed prematurely because of her arrival.

The fragile fate has already been overwhelmed and shattered.

The so-called protagonist, the so-called hero will not be born in this world.

This world can no longer even bear the weight of a hero.

Ridiculous and sad.

But it is very real.

"Sister Ziyi, there is one more."

Sakura stood beside him, looking at the only survivor tenderly.

The dazed girl had a look of despair on her face. She leaned against the blood-stained wall and fell powerlessly on the ground, which was still a little warm from the blood.

Miyamoto Rei, a fairly pretty vase.

Now it can really just be called a vase.

After the death of Takashi Komuro, her heart died with it, and now she is more like an empty shell.

It's really a complicated emotion.

Zi Yi smiled gently and came in front of Miyamoto Rei.

The heartbroken girl didn't react at all, and her eyes had lost all trace of human color.

"Since your heart is dead, live on as a tool."

She was very interested in Miyamoto Rei's plump body.

As the embodiment of desire, the original sin of all, she never tries to conceal her desires.

Listening to Zi Yi's whispers, Ying still had a smile on her face.

Miyamoto Rei's existence posed no threat to her.

Besides, the other party is just a tool.

Purple divine power surged out from Zi Yi's raised fingertips, lifting up Miyamoto Rei's body and floating it in the air.

The blood-stained clothes melted away under the influence of divine power, revealing the plump body.

She is truly a character from this world, a figure like this is simply not something a girl of this age can have.

Zi Yi complained a little, then controlled his divine power to flow into Miyamoto Rei's body and began to roughly transform her.

This was the first time she had done such a thing. Even though her control over her own strength had reached the first-level requirements of the system, she could not do things now to the same level of precision as in practice.

Intense pain covered Miyamoto Rei's body, and the heartbroken Miyamoto Rei seemed to come back to life in this intense pain.

It's just too late. Now she can only be a tool.

The red body emitting white steam looks like a cooked crab.

One can't help but worry whether this fragile body will turn into boiling blood in the next moment.

Fine streams of blood continuously flowed from the red skin, and then were instantly evaporated by the high temperature radiating from the body.

It will be fine soon.

Zi Yi gradually mastered the trick and quietly increased his speed.

The twitching body, the hideous face, everything that happened at this moment was enough to frighten some people to the point of fainting.

But the smile on Zi Yi's lips was so obvious.

The divine power dissipated, but the naked body still floated in the air.

The distorted face returned to calm, and the tightly closed eyes reopened, welcoming the light.

The originally lifeless eyes regained their brightness, carrying a lively aura.

A power similar to the purple divine power emerged from the new Miyamoto Rei, and the lavender divine power constructed a brand new outfit on her body.

It was still the school uniform of Fujimi School, but the skirt, which originally barely covered the hips, was slightly longer.

"Master Ziyi."

Falling from the air to the ground, Miyamoto Rei knelt on one knee, with her right hand in front of her body and her left hand behind her, her bright eyes filled with fanatical loyalty.

"very good."

Zi Yi smiled happily. She reached out her hand and stroked the hair of her new toy, gently kneaded the soft cheeks, and groped the plump figure.

A slight blush appeared on Miyamoto Rei's face, but she did not resist Zi Yi's actions at all, and just stood there motionlessly enjoying the blessing from the adult.

For Miyamoto Rei, whose body and soul have already surrendered to Zi Yi, everything that happens at this moment is Zi Yi's blessing to her.

Her heart and her soul already belonged to Zi Yi.

She has become a perfect tool in Zi Yi's hands.

Forty-seven, the senior sister appears

The agile figure moves between the corridors.

The sharp blade emitting a cold glow, which moved along with the figure, easily killed the zombies that were roaring in the corridor.

Dark blood was gushing out, and as the sharp blade flipped between five fingers, one after another, heads that looked like watermelons fell on the ground covered with blood, making a muffled sound like watermelons being smashed.

It sounds somewhat pleasant.

The green skirt is flying, contrasting with the white over-the-knee socks, and the exposed fleshy thigh flesh forms an absolute area that makes people want to explore more.

He swung the knife, then put it away. The blood on the blade drew a bright red diagonal line on the wall. The sharp sword blade turned into a lavender spot of light and disappeared at the waist.

"Master Ziyi, all the zombies here have been cleared out."

Miyamoto Rei turned around and her skirt fluttered.

Her expression was indifferent, completely different from before.

"well done."

Zi Yi smiled gently, she was very satisfied with the current Miyamoto Rei.

She has a good figure and her strength is also acceptable.

It just can't be compared to Iori.

But that's normal.

The power she gave to Miyamoto Rei was only a little bit, and that was already the limit of what Miyamoto Rei could bear.

If she could bear more, she wouldn't mind giving the other person more of her own power.

But Miyamoto Rei can't do that.

That bit of power almost completely dissolved her body.

But it was also done, after all, Miyamoto Rei was just an ordinary person before.

But Yizhi is not an ordinary person.

At that time, Iori only had a soul, but her current body is the highest masterpiece of Einzbern's artificial human technology at the time. Naturally, the power she can withstand is greater than that of Miyamoto Rei.

Now Iori has the strength to fight a third-rate Heroic Spirit. If she can control her own power better, then it will not be difficult to fight a first-rate Heroic Spirit. Even if she cannot win, she can at least maintain an evenly matched strength, as long as the Heroic Spirit does not use the Noble Phantasm. Note that this refers to a complete Heroic Spirit, not a Servant as a side of the Heroic Spirit.

Compared to the beginning, Yizhi's progress can be said to be great.

Miyamoto Rei's current strength has not reached the level of a Heroic Spirit, and she doesn't even have a Servant. This is equivalent to Mashu in the FGO world who has just merged with Galahad to become a sub-Servant.

She is even slightly stronger, but the problem still remains, as long as she doesn't use the Noble Phantasm, then Mashu is definitely no match for Miyamoto Rei now.

Such is the existence of a Noble Phantasm. As the most powerful weapon of Heroic Spirits and Servants, it possesses the powerful power to change the situation of a battle.

However, in this world, Miyamoto Ria's servant-level abilities are definitely enough.

Apart from missiles and nuclear weapons, there is almost nothing in this world that can threaten Miyamoto Rei's existence.

But because of Miyamoto Rei, she became more interested in Busujima Saeko.

I'm really looking forward to how much power Busujima Saeko can withstand with her will and strength.

Hope the other party can give her a surprise.

"Just keep going."

She could feel Busujima Saeko's presence, and she was still alive.

It should be said that with her strength and wisdom, it would be strange if she died.

Busujima Saeko is not comparable to a waste like Komuro Takashi.

According to the reality, Busujima Saeko should be the protagonist of this world, not Komuro Takashi.

But there is nothing much to say about this. The author of this story has been dead for several years, and the story still has no ending.

So she said before that there is no so-called future in this world.

Although it has nothing to do with the author who has been dead for several years, this is the fact.

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In the corridor on the third floor, the purple-haired girl vigorously swung the wooden sword in her hand.

The swinging wooden sword was mixed with a strong blade wind, violently smashing the heads of the three zombies closest to him.

Although a sharpened real sword can more easily chop off the head of the inhuman creature in front of you, the bones in the body will cause the blade of the sharpened ninja to be damaged.

Although the wooden sword is not as easy to use as a real sword, its nature gives it a toughness that a steel blade does not have.

Considering that we might have to fight against such inhuman creatures frequently in the future, the wooden sword is undoubtedly the best choice.

But it was quite difficult to chop off the heads of these inhuman creatures with a wooden sword.

This person was none other than Busujima Saeko. After noticing something unusual, she left the classroom, and with the sense she had cultivated over many years of practice, she came to the Kendo Club and picked up the wooden sword she had brought to school.

Then the disaster happened.

I don’t know the source or the reason.

Inhuman creatures like zombies in movies started rioting in this school.

Busujima Saeko was breathing slightly, sweat running down her cheeks, wetting her hands that were tightly holding the wooden sword.

There are three more.

Silently estimating the distance between herself and these inhuman creatures, calculating the timing and force of her knife strike, she had to get rid of them as quickly as possible and then take her people away from here.

Behind her, a woman with an exaggerated figure and a silly expression was staring at the back of Busujima Saeko, her student, with dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"Saeko..."