Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The gentleman who was 'infected' by chaos seemed to have turned into an ocean: his face was covered with long, soft, pink tentacles like a shipworm, and his back was covered with follicles like a toad.

Black nematodes are clumps in transparent follicles.

What surprised her most was that he didn't seem to think he was...crazy at all.

Or infected.

Because they entered through normal channels.

Knock, say hello, open the door.

The process is like a salesman trying to sell the latest broom to a housewife.

Until, Takashi Sakai drew his gun.

When he turned his back to them and said, "Pour you some tea."

Killed with one shot.

"So, in addition to training your body's agility, you also need to be able to use tools, hot and cold weapons."

As I listened to Sakai Takashi's words, the scenes of the past few days came to my mind vividly.

The bullet penetrated from the back of his head, spinning and blasting a small trumpet-shaped hole in his forehead.

There was no blood left in his body, and what flowed out was transparent, smelly mucus - a pool of mucus made up of small clumps, filled with black unknown nematodes.

And then…

There was a 'fire' there.

The people were evacuated and the firefighters put up long seals.

'Why you?'

Kato Megumi asked at that time.

If you just aim, pull the trigger.

"The SWAT team can do this too...right?"

Sakai Takashi wiped his hands with a tissue in disgust and said: "You are lucky and special. You have never seen those "unqualified" people. Did you see that marine man?" The young ritualist warned Kato Megumi: "That is the fate of the unqualified."

——Chaos, order, unknown higher existence. They have their own unique "aesthetics", when you open your heart to accommodate and accept them.

Your appearance in the eyes of humans will be beyond this dimension.

That is what we call a monster.

'It can be said that they may be normal in the eyes of higher-dimensional creatures, but they are not suitable for this world.'

'Their existence is like a pollution source that constantly spreads germs around. Unless all human beings change their aesthetics and are ready to embrace the so-called evolution, we are the best helpers.'

'Help them to be liberated.'

'After all, we are hardly disturbed by Order and Chaos.'

——This is the difference between them and ordinary people.

Kato Megumi noticed that Sakai Takashi said "very difficult" instead of "definitely not".

Of course.

It has only been half a year since the mystery actually appeared, and what humans know...

"We have too little information, and have been passively counterattacking, passively observing, and passively being manipulated by the rules." At this point, Kato Hui understood the hidden meaning of Sakai Takashi's words: "Therefore, every living force that is capable of resisting them will be given special attention by the authorities - and given the highest preferential treatment possible."

——Kato Megumi, please think about it.

The topic ends here.

Go back to the ceremony center and receive psychological counseling.

My thoughts return to the present.

Sakai Takashi was still explaining to her the little information that the research institute had summarized.

"Those who have come into contact with them are dangerous. They are equally deadly to both Order and Chaos. Without being promoted to a Ritualist, even those who have been sent down from the army are not qualified to carry out missions alone."

"Mr. Bai Ju said the same thing."

"That cold-faced man is not sincere. He is the one who wants to invite you to join." As they talked, they talked about Bai Ju. Sakai Takashi shook his head and said, "You know, your significance is not only a talented "contactee", but also a signal of whether the government will formally accept "social personnel". "

“Is it a tool?”

"This kind of 'maturity' shouldn't appear at your age." Sakai Takashi sighed secretly.

But the kid was right.

The underage students were "forced" to witness shootings during their first few missions, and this was their "sin".

When it comes to how to stimulate a person's growth, no one knows it better than these fighters; they are fully capable of protecting Kato Megumi and allowing the girl to slowly and little by little come into contact with another world.

But they didn't.

It showed another world roughly and directly, and quietly cut off her way back.

can only say…

Sorry.

"No need." As if she understood the apology in Sakai Takashi's eyes, Kato Megumi smiled and shook her hair, and Mori Yuesha's smile flashed before her eyes. She raised her head and said cheerfully: "Another world, I also yearn for it."

"So, it's Mr. Sakai that I should thank."

"It's great that you think so..."

"Yeah, thanks to your protection these days, I have learned a lot."

Speaking of protection…

Sakai Takashi recalled the recent second internal call for "Peach": it never responded again.

...was he killed?

Boundary Master.

He is indeed a very powerful ritualist.

For the authorities, it is not clear whether this is good or bad.

The act of saving lives...

Is it just a coincidence, or...

…………

……

The sea was unusually calm.

The deck was hot under the scorching sun. A barefoot shadow rushed out of one cabin into another like a mad bull, opened his arms, bent his knees and jumped forward.

boom.

Jump into the soft quilt.

Hitting some soft body.

The maid was confused.

"Aren't you going to play with Crawford?"

"She said she wanted to study something about the Confused Queen."

"Himiko."

"She was afraid that I would damage her research materials, so..."

Got kicked out.

"Who told you to draw a little man on the piece of paper she used to record information yesterday?"

Mori Tsukisa smiled: "Who can Nagini tell?"

"I can tell." The maid trembled her lips. "Eri, who has a body as flat as a blue brick, Yuno Agatsuma, who crawls around wearing a collar, and..."

Also, why do I have a snake's body and a human's head?

Mori Yuesha looked up and down: "Nagini is sometimes like that."

"That's also a leg that turns into a tail. It's not a whole snake. It just tops off a person's head."

“Like a bug.”

"Don't you understand that?"

"Hehe... look at this." He leaned against the pillow and spread his palms.

Purple mist swirled in the palm of his hand.

Nagini raised an eyebrow: "Ready?"

The excited little painter bared his teeth: "We can go on a trip now. Are you ready?"

"I'll go lock the door."

"You don't have to just disappear for a while."

"What if someone comes in at that moment?"

"How about a gamble?"

"Master, with your luck, taking a gamble is equivalent to admitting—"

The storm died down.

There was no sound of conversation in the room.

Interlude: Dreams, Magic, and Tricksters

Chapter 1 Kind Caroline

"This is his belonging. Take it to the front desk. Maybe the deceased's family will come to claim it."

A colleague handed over a brown paper box.

The blinds cast lattice shadows, and the smell of disinfectant was finally gone from the ward, leaving only dead silence.

On the hospital bed, the old man with thinning hair peacefully fell into eternal sleep.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in nursing hospitals. To Caroline, it was much luckier that the old man could pass away in his sleep instead of being tortured by illness like those old people she had taken care of before.

Sometimes life is like this. The money, status, power, and sex that you care about in the first half of your life, disappear without a trace in the second half of your life under the scythe of the god of death.

The disinfectant and the needle that keeps going in and out of your goose-bumped skin on the back of your hand will tell you.

You only need to care about 'living' now.

Use your instincts.

Weak creatures.

Caroline stood at the head of the bed holding the box. The light coming through the grille made her twenty-something blonde hair shine brightly.

There was some sadness in his deep blue eyes.

"Mr. Lawrence's belongings."

At the hospital front desk, Caroline casually greeted him and pushed the box over.

"Well, please help me throw this away too."

The nurse sitting at the front desk was obviously not familiar with Caroline, who had just arrived. She took a box of yogurt to her and then brought out a similar large paper box from the backstage: "It's not heavy, just throw it at the garbage station we passed by."

The box is to teach her to be familiar with the process here.

Yogurt is a small bribe.

"Throw?"