Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The third floor was abnormally quiet.

The disturbing fog showed no sign of dispersing here.

It was just like a normal school floor, only quieter and emptier.

This is the last floor.

Mori Yuesa shook the bracelet on her left hand a few times - the purple tassels hit each other crisply in the wind.

Vishanti's Dream

[Filter: After entering, the wearer's face and posture will be obscured by Vishanti. Any existence with energy level lower than Vishanti will not be able to penetrate the force field.]

Mori Yuesha's little face began to distort.

Her whole body was twisted in a strange arc, forming a black hole-like vortex, constantly pulling in the surrounding light.

The girl's body seemed to be stretched and then shrunk, and was drawn into the center of the vortex like a phantom.

Then there was the sound of glass shattering.

Then, it was reassembled.

Mori Yuesa touched her face.

If there was a second person present, he would be horrified to find that the humanoid creature in front of him seemed to be hidden in a layer of constantly moving gray-white glass.

Everything is hazy and blurry.

"Okay, let me see who is causing this..."

The deeper you go, the dimmer the light becomes.

The smooth and neat brick surface under my feet disappeared, replaced by a dark purple fungal carpet. When I stepped on it, sticky filaments would stick to the soles of my shoes. When I lifted my feet, long strands of mucus would be pulled out.

My new shoes!

Mori Yuesha pursed her lips.

but……

Eh?

It looks like they are my senior’s shoes?

Snap, snap, snap.

Pa Chi Pa Chi…

It's a rare opportunity to bully others.

——As the girl continued to move forward, the walls around her no longer maintained their original posture.

A large area of ​​fungal carpet covered the area within Mori Yuesha's sight. On the ceiling, densely packed dark yellow insect eggs were crumbling above her head.

The girl seemed to be in some kind of nest with red, tender, moist and sticky texture. She could even hear the thumping heartbeat of the larvae inside the eggs above her head.

In a trance, gradually complex, densely packed huge holes and lung-like respiratory organs began to appear one after another.

Walking here gives people the illusion of gradually stepping into the abyss.

Rustling.

Mori Yuesa pulled out her phone and the flashlight illuminated the darkness.

A group of shiny black beetles, chirping shrilly, lay in the holes of the lung-like organ and spied on the girl.

When the light came on, the whole group of insects suddenly stretched out countless tiny legs like crazy and swarmed into the holes above.

Mori Yuesha just walked along the way, using lights to disperse the swarm of insects.

Gradually, the surface became more and more open.

This is an extremely large fungal carpet.

It was probably a concert hall or a rehearsal room. In any case, it no longer looked like its original place.

The hall was covered with fungal mats and strange organs. On the ceiling, a huge peach-shaped pink tumor was dripping mucus continuously.

Alas…

Smacking her lips, the girl turned her gaze toward the center.

"Komuro Yota...?"

Mori Yuesha was surprised.

This boy once secretly asked senior students to inquire about his information. Of course, everyone who has been to school knows that there are no secrets in school.

Then Agatsuma Yuno knew.

And so nothing happened.

However, Mori Yuesha still remembered the name.

He...is also infected?

Looking around, there were at least twenty or thirty young men and women kneeling in the middle of the fungal mat, some of them with their backs to Sen Yuesha, some facing each other, with their heads bowed and their hands clasped, mumbling something.

Like the sound of an insect's wings flapping.

It's annoying and anxiety-provoking.

Further back, a white worm, with its huge body, slowly twisted. Inside the transparent body, there was a small human figure.

The girl raised her foot, and the dense bacterial colony tissue behind her slowly closed, blocking the intersection she came from.

Two people wearing masks looked over from a distance.

mask?

A man and a woman looked at her in silence. In each other's sight, Mori Yuesha was like a TV with the wrong frequency. Her whole body was distorted and unreal.

The uninvited guest was obscured by the spider-web-like space debris.

"Welcome, strange ritualist."

"Did you defeat the Mistborn?"

The man wearing the Prajna mask spoke first. He walked over on the slime, bypassed the students who were praying, and stopped five or six meters away from Mori Yuesha.

The tone of the masculine voice contains a very gentle and approachable tone.

He bowed slightly, turned sideways politely, and opened his arms towards Mori Yuesha: "We welcome any non-hostile ritualists."

"Whether Chaos or Order—"

The man confidently conveyed to Mori Yuesha the thoughts of him or the organization behind him: "You see, we are human beings, and no matter whether it is order or chaos, it is always different from us."

"So……"

The man kept it a secret, but Mori Yuesa still looked at him silently.

"Then of course humans must be closely united with each other, right?"

"This...sir?"

"Or miss?"

Mori Yuesha nodded, spread her hands, and motioned the man to continue.

"So, whether you are order or chaos,

I think there is no reason for us to be hostile to each other.”

“The organization behind me can provide you with information that ordinary people simply cannot access.

And these can make you stronger and surpass those ritualists of the same level more quickly..."

Prajna's alluring speech seemed to have infected him as well. He stated passionately, "Our goal is to transcend order and chaos!"

"Why should we kill each other?"

"This is a conspiracy between Order and Chaos!"

"Only power itself is real!"

Mori Yuesha did not comment. She looked up at the crowd who were still kneeling devoutly and said, "How do you know that I am not an official?"

The girl's voice had a neutral tone and was unclear.

The man behind the mask couldn't hide his smile: "Because we know the field team of the "Ritual House" too well."

"Today, only Bai Ju can come."

He took two steps forward and approached Sen Yuesha: "And Bai Ju, for us who are blessed by the mist at this moment..."

"Nothing to fear."

pat.

Keep going.

"So, strange ritualist, what is your choice?"

The buzzing sound of flapping wings appeared again.

A disgusting fly the size of a palm flew onto Prajna's shoulder. Its abdomen kept wriggling and bulging, and its two huge compound eyes were dense and terrifying.

The black fly moved, and at the man's signal, two slender antennae stretched out from its abdomen.

Twisting in front of Mori Yuesha.

This seems to be a tube used to inject something.

"Open your mouth and accept the gift of the mist."

"Or, choose to be the enemy of the Masquerade."

The real purpose is revealed. There is murderous intent and danger hidden in the man's seductive words.

Mori Yuesha tilted her head, looked at the information displayed on the purple projection, and chuckled.

But to the man, the laughter sounded strange and hoarse.

"Hey, it's very rude to ask someone to open their mouth as soon as they meet, sir."

Chapter47 The battle is about to break out!

【Name:--】

[Inducer (Chaos):——]

【ability:--】

[Energy Level: Lv2 · "Super Order"]

[Note: When the difference in level between the enemy and us is too great, there is no need to waste mana detection and display.]

Mori Yuesa: ...Thank you for your reminder.

I knew I could crush him to death, and I just wanted to see if it was possible.

----

Prajna looked at the strange ritualist strangely.

A few seconds ago, after the other party used his ability to summon a scalpel, he began staring at his left side in a daze.

Like there was something there.

However... in just a few seconds, he still felt the unfriendly aura emanating from the other party.

The man retreated silently.

Suddenly, a vague figure spoke up: "Forget about not letting people see it. You're so stingy."

The opponent moved his fingers flexibly, and the slender blade began to spin and jump in his palm.

Although they were five meters apart, the figure made the motion of swinging the knife.