You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

"Roar?!"

The temperature around the Flame Dragon suddenly soared, and its massive head lowered as a scorching wave approached Iori.

"real?!"

"Of course~"

Iori answered confidently, "My partner Sera is proficient in this secret art. Given enough resources and time, she can elevate your life form... However, there are currently limited spots available, and there are several people ahead of you in line."

Strictly speaking, it refers to Esdeath and Akame, who are close to Iori...

"Of course, I know that dragons have plenty of time, but if such a precious thing is used by just anyone, it might make Sera unhappy. After all, this is a secret technique passed down through her family for generations, which they value more than life itself!"

"This……"

The Flame Dragon let out an "Ah," its expression hesitant. It knew that humans valued things like family honor, and getting a spot would probably not be easy.

"But what's our relationship? I'm sure I can persuade Sera, don't worry."

Iori stroked her chin: "However, to save her face, you could do me a small favor, consider it as me owing you a favor, and she'll naturally agree."

"no problem!"

Without hesitation, Yan Zhilong said, "I already owe you a life. Tell me, will you help me seize the throne, or destroy a country?"

"Don't make things so big all the time, I hate trouble."

Iori shook his head and sighed, looking like he couldn't do anything about the Flame Dragon: "It's just that I'm saving the world on the side."

"Oh, I see. It's just about saving the world, huh? This part doesn't—hmm?"

Flame Dragon paused, then looked at Iori again: "What did you just say?"

"There is a world that is about to be destroyed."

Iori smiled slightly, her smile filled with mystery in the eyes of the Flame Dragon.

"Proud Dragon King, are you willing to fight against the apocalypse with me?"

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Chapter 214: Even Lord Shadow can see the Death Star! (4K)

In outer space where there is no longer an atmosphere, a man and a dragon stand here.

The four wings behind the Flame Dragon continuously radiated heat in the cold universe, propelling it through space as it gazed in amazement at the spatial rift in the distance that was nearly a kilometer long.

"In a place like this... such a high concentration of magic!"

"This is where I entered your world."

Iori explained the relationship between the "other dimension" and its homeland to the Flame Dragon, and then said, "I'm afraid that through frequent contact, your world already has a fixed passage that connects to that 'purgatory'."

Some of these, existing in the vastness of space, are relatively harmless. However, others, hidden deep within the atmosphere or mountains, could potentially trigger natural disasters. Judging from the stories circulating about 'secret realms' and 'sacred domains' here, I suspect that these are spatial rifts that have cut a portion of your world away, forming semi-independent small worlds.”

"None of that matters!"

The Fiery Dragon flapped its wings: "Is the legendary Hellish Demon Realm behind this crack? It's both terrifying and intriguing~"

"Don't worry, although there are indeed many monsters, very few can threaten you and me. Besides, we are just using it as a transit point."

Iori smiled slightly: "I spent a lot of time collecting all the sensations I felt when traveling between worlds, the differences in magic concentration between different worlds, and the subtle differences in the basic rules. Follow me and I guarantee you won't go to the wrong world!"

"Haha, then I'll entrust my life to you!"

"Then let's take the first step!"

Iori rushed towards the crack along the magical staircase: "Contain the energy within your body and try to make yourself as inconspicuous as a stone, otherwise the leaked magic will disrupt the fluctuation pattern."

"Yes, my friend!"

-

The journey of the human and the dragon through purgatory was not pleasant. After arriving in the other dimension, Iori discovered that the concentration of magic here was higher than before, and its nature was more active. As a result, the monsters were also becoming more and more irritable (although they were originally a bunch of mad dogs).

The two of them were too conspicuous, so they plowed the land back and forth several times, and fought against the super monster that appeared for a whole day before they finally managed to escape. Then they found a suitable rift and came to "Earth".

"It really is a 'barren' place."

A fire dragon with many damaged scales stood alone on the mountaintop, overlooking the land and then gazing at the brightly lit steel city in the distance.

"Unlike my world, the humans here have embarked on a different path of prosperity~"

Okay, so what do we do next? Will a demonic tide really occur as you said?

Bang!

A figure crashed down on the mountaintop like a meteorite, creating a crater several meters in diameter. Iori dusted off his clothes and emerged from the smoke: "I just checked the cracks in outer space. Their number and size have increased significantly compared to before. At this rate, we'll have at most another month."

"A month?"

The Fiery Dragon looked at the human city again and sighed, "Such a prosperous civilization will be reduced to ruins in a month. What a pity!"

However, since you said you want to fight against the apocalypse, you must have some way to stop it, right, Iori?

"Unfortunately, I am not strong enough to forcibly separate the two worlds. All I can do is try my best when that day comes."

Moreover, although it's supposed to be the end of the world, it's probably going to happen 'gradually'.

"Step by step?"

“I previously input the general data into the ‘Crown’… In short, I specifically simulated it. The demonic tide will not cause the entire world to collapse all at once, but will break through at a point, gradually corrode a part, and then gradually spread—this process may take several years or even decades.”

Iori thought for a moment and added, "It's like a dam. The water flows to the first crack, and then a chain reaction opens up the breach. It's just that the world itself is much stronger than a dam, and it takes much longer to break through."

"Oh? If that's the case, then the humans in this world might still have time to adapt to magic and become like my hometown. However, the regions that first encountered the magic tide will surely become hell on earth."

Although the Fiery Dragon was moved, it ultimately couldn't empathize with humans, and asked again, "So, where did it all begin?"

"Right beneath our feet, my friend."

Iori said calmly, "This place is called 'Japan'."

“Japan is really unfortunate~” Flame Dragon said casually.

Iori's face was expressionless, and she even seemed about to laugh:

Japan's misfortune in anime is similar to America's misfortune in Hollywood blockbusters—who can blame the creators for taking their own homeland as the target!

Fortunately, a certain major Eastern power had the foresight to create a "distant utopia" untouched by any law on the East Asian continent, thanks to the harmonious influence of its most mysterious department...

"In a sense, they are also very lucky."

Iori turned her gaze westward, slightly lost in thought: "If it's a complete collapse, and the whole world is plunged into crisis, then for me, Japan definitely won't be my top priority... Although the other side of the sea isn't strictly speaking my real home, it's still a temporal parallel, after all~"

The thought of Sera, Akame, Esdeath, and the many other beautiful girls waiting to be encountered made Iori's faint homesickness disappear.

After all, in his previous life he was just a lonely, carefree college student whose only way of contributing to society was by translating certain games into Chinese... I believe that even without him, it wouldn't have a negative impact on anyone or society.

Compared to his previous life, his life now is a million times more exciting!

-

"Please, I've already given it all!"

"Help!!"

"Hahaha, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you!"

A poignant scene unfolded in the dark alleyway: pitiful cries and maniacal laughter, depicting a classic moment between a group of delinquents and two bullied middle school students.

Just as things were developing in a highly discordant direction, a loud voice rang out:

"Stop, you fallen ones."

It wasn't a scolding, and there wasn't much of an emotional fluctuation, but the volume was unusual, causing the delinquents to turn around and see who it was.

They weren't flustered. They had seen similar scenes more than once. There were surprisingly many fools in this world who liked to show off and play the hero, but they were mostly just for show. As long as they surrounded them and showed a little bit of pressure, they could make the other party run away incoherently.

Even if you encounter a tough opponent, it doesn't matter. Even professional fighters would find it difficult to fight multiple opponents in a chaotic street brawl.

Even if they are caught by the police, they are still minors and are protected by special laws. As long as they don't care about their "future," the authorities can't do anything about them.

In a sense, those who are not very bright and unable to think long-term have become almost invincible in modern society—the underworld has also kept up with the times and likes to make use of these petty thugs.

Completely unaware that their actions warranted any remorse, the delinquents looked fearlessly at the figure appearing against the light at the alley entrance—

They were stunned.

Those who enjoy doing good deeds might be an ordinary-looking spiky-haired guy, or a red-haired repairman who looks like he comes from a family of heroes... In short, they have to be "ordinary people" who fit the public's perception.

However, what appeared at this moment was a man wearing a vest and shorts, of average height, but with unusually strong muscles, reminiscent of a fitness instructor... or perhaps a "young man"?

Despite having a remarkably youthful voice, his body seemed to have developed ten years ahead of schedule. The disproportionate head and muscular physique made him look like a prankster from a Photoshop studio!

In other words, the delinquents have no interest in anime and manga. If it were Iori, she would most likely seriously ask them whether they joined the Meat Improvement Club or the Diving Club.

"What little bean sprout... ugh, anyway, get out of my way! This is none of your business!"

The delinquent was about to blurt out insults to his classmate, but the other person's muscular physique made him unable to say it.

The bullied students, as if grasping at a straw, cried out: "Please, please—"

"Shut up!"

A thug raised his hand and slapped the man across the face. As he turned around, he quietly reached into his pocket and gripped a folding knife.

Despite their numerical advantage, this muscle is indeed intimidating. The delinquents may not be very bright, but they have a keen instinct to bully the weak and fear the strong.

"Hey, turn around and leave now, and we'll pretend you were never here, otherwise—"

"Stop it, let's stop this pointless fighting."

The muscular man with the clear voice was none other than Minoru Kageno. Compared to a month and a half ago, his physique was even more robust, and when he cheered, the muscle fibers all over his body were tightly bound to his bones like ropes.

The delinquents only saw him as a "trained fighter," but in the eyes of true martial artists, Minoru Kageno had already surpassed a certain limit. If he were in the Sengoku period, he would definitely have become a peerless warrior!

His tone was very calm, even somewhat indifferent. There was no passion in his eyes for justice, and he didn't even look at the two bullied students. Instead, he stared at the delinquents with a calm, inorganic gaze.

"In this degenerate age, hearts have lost 'love.' You yourselves were victims of filth and distortion, but by using violence to oppress others, you have become—"

"good chance!"

Seeing that the man was spouting nonsensical nonsense, the thug pulled out a knife and stabbed him.

"Ha! Die!"

puff!

The knife struck Minoru Kageno's lower abdomen, but no blood flowed. Before the delinquent could even rejoice, he realized something was wrong and felt as if he were stabbing a piece of rubber with immense difficulty.

"...Let them finish speaking!"

Minoru Kageno spread his five fingers and grabbed the delinquent's head, like a hot pair of pliers, causing the delinquent to howl loudly.

"To maintain world peace, we must win back the love we have lost!"

"Let's go together!"

"Let him go!"

Seeing the situation was turning bad, the remaining delinquents rushed forward. However, Minoru Kageno merely glanced at them, then with a wave of his hand, he used the human body in his hand as a weapon, smashing it directly onto the delinquents.

Feel my love!

Bang!

"Love is infinite!"

Bang!

Love is power!