My youth story cannot be a knight war

The threat from this gesture was too strong. Zaimokuza dared not act rashly, and in his anger he shouted:

"You—stop it! If you want to fight, come to me! Don't—"

【Snapped. 】

The crisp snapping of fingers echoed throughout the area. The sound of flesh and blood interlocking fingers was like a thousand high-powered loudspeakers activating simultaneously, echoing across an infinite distance.

With the snap of fingers, all the rain stopped. Defying the laws of physics, the raindrops falling from the sky froze in mid-air. The shimmering water droplets reflected the city and the bewildered expressions of the people around them.

【And the scope of this scene is the entire Tokyo.】

【--boom!!!!!!】

The next moment, flames shot up into the sky, completely illuminating Tokyo at night. The sky was ablaze with flames, turning it crimson.

One after another, countless pillars of fire, massive beyond human imagination, shot up from the outer reaches of Tokyo, into the sky, from rivers, fields, stations, and even the sea.

Defying the laws of physics and even nature, pointed pillars of fire rose from areas completely devoid of the conditions for ignition. The raging flames instantly incinerated everything in the original area, reducing it to a charred wasteland.

These pillars of fire enveloped the entirety of Tokyo, forming a continuous wall of fire so high that it seemed to reach the sky, completely obscuring Asia's largest city and instantly turning night into day.

Then, as Daguba clenched his palms, the wall of flames began to shrink towards Tokyo at a speed visible to the naked eye. The sound of terrified wails echoed throughout Tokyo.

The entire city was plunged into panic and rioting at this moment. It was as if the world was ending, and everything familiar in the past was overturned in an instant.

All the suspended raindrops evaporated the moment the pillar of fire appeared. Daguba transformed their element from "water" to "fire," igniting the surrounding wall of fire.

At this moment, tens of thousands of satellites hovering above this planet captured a scene that shocked all observers. Above a tiny island nation far from the mainland, a red "line" formed a perfect circle in the area known as Tokyo. The edge of the line radiated a brilliant crimson, illuminating the clouds in that area with the same color.

[There is a phrase from the ancients that perfectly describes the current situation.]

[Catching a turtle in a jar.]

The "jar" is Tokyo, and the "turtle" is everyone living in the city.

"Tokyo residents," an identity that once made the people here proud and led them to look down upon the rest of Japan, now became a list of names to be recorded in the Death Note.

【No one can escape.】

【“——”】

[Looking at all this before his eyes, an unprecedented terror roared and surged within his heart, and for a moment Zaimokuza even lost the ability to speak.]

"About thirty minutes~"

Zaimokuza's neck mechanically turned forward at the joyful and cheerful voice. Daguba withdrew his hand and spoke with a smile.

As he spoke, his face changed. A pitch-black color like oil spread across his handsome features, then solidified into a pitch-black complexion. His long, messy black hair flowed down, and a pair of scarlet eyes loomed behind the long hair.

Zaimokuza recognized that face. It was the face of the culprit responsible for all the current disasters that first appeared in the videotape left behind the night when the Kuroyama Ruins Investigation Team was wiped out.

[The face that appeared next was also very familiar to him. He took a step back in extreme shock.]

[“How is that possible! That’s…”]

[Her long, messy black hair fell to the ground like snowflakes. A pair of golden horns, sharp and ferocious like a crown, gleamed in the firelight. The four horns were as sharp as upright javelins.]

Those crimson eyes also changed, the corners of their curves slowly narrowing and lengthening before the crimson light faded, becoming pitch black. The golden forked mouthpiece solidified on his face like a mask... This face was identical to Kousaka Kyosuke's G1 face after his transformation.

Long, bronze strips shaped like chain swords cascaded down from his back, forming a cloak. His white body held an indescribable demonic aura, one that even the full form transformed by No. 37 could not match. He was as majestic as a warrior and as solemn as a king.

[Golden lines like blood covered every part of his body. The pure golden devil-shaped belt around his waist glowed with evil light, carrying supreme majesty and splendor.]

The moment Daguba transformed, a vast and boundless presence suddenly spread out from it. The entire world became extremely silent at this moment, as if expressing its fear of this existence.

[It was a creature at the pinnacle of life on this planet, a predator unrivaled in the food chain, a monster whose very existence was resisted by nature itself, with no concept of natural enemies.]

[The only one who can rival it is one whose life has reached the same level, namely:]

[『Ultimate Life Form』.

【N-Daguba-Zeba·Ultimate Form】

"You have about thirty minutes, KUUGA."

Daguba, transformed into a Gurongi, slowly raised his right hand, pointing three sharp fingers. The same laughter as in his human form escaped from the edge of his facial mouth.

"If you can't defeat me during this time~"

[“Everyone here will die~”]

53. Under the Disaster (5k)

The demon's childlike, innocent voice echoed in the air, but within that smile was a deep cruelty.

This is pure cruelty, devoid of any impurities or selfish tendencies, not even malice. It's likely that even the inventor of the word "cruel" never imagined that there would be a creature in the world that could carry this word to such an extreme degree.

[To Daguba, humans, including all life other than their own, are so insignificant that they can be used as convenient tools simply to force their favorites to become stronger.]

[He didn't even have the concept of how horrific and inhumane this act was, because Daguba just thought it might be useful, so he did it.]

[Just to force Zaimokuza to become stronger so that he can fight him with all his strength, Daguba at this moment turned the entire Tokyo into a scorching hell engulfed in flames.]

[Evil? Crazy? Perverted?]

These insulting words pale in comparison to Daguba's current thoughts. This is a kind of madness beyond the comprehension of modern humanity, a kind of innocence that ultimately evolves from extreme madness.

His exceptional senses and hearing were now clearly aware of the riots taking place throughout Tokyo. The howling and wailing of the people, along with the despair and pain, impacted every nerve in Zaimokuza's body. The blood flowing through his body due to rage sounded like the boiling of mercury pumps.

There had never been a moment, not a second, in his entire life when Zaimokuza was so furious. The flames burned every nerve in his body, finally converging at his mouth and transforming into a loud, inaudible roar that reached the sky.

[“Number! Zero!”]

“Hey… no way!?”

Looking at the huge wall of fire that set the entire Tokyo and the entire sky on fire, Ishigami Yu suddenly straightened up his body that was originally slumped in the boss chair. His expression was full of disbelief, and uncontrollable panic was also shaking in the depths of his eyes.

The reason for this behavior is simple, because his home and everyone he cares about are in Tokyo.

"Number Zero, this guy actually wants to burn all of Tokyo! This—"

The video that was played when the light screen just appeared appeared in his mind at this moment, and Ishigami Yu's forehead and even back were instantly covered with dense cold sweat.

That was something he deliberately forgot, and after so many chapters had passed, Ishigami Yu almost forgot the scene he saw in the light curtain at that time. The familiar city was littered with corpses, and countless buildings taller than the mountains collapsed into ruins. He even saw the Shuchiin Academy on it, which left him with countless beautiful and dark memories.

So he didn't dare to admit that it was also a corner of the future played by the light screen, because he couldn't imagine what would become of himself and the people he knew when the whole city was destroyed in such ruins.

But no matter how much Ishigami Yu is reluctant to admit it, the story has finally returned to the beginning. It all started from where it began, and it will end there.

The president, Shinomiya-senpai, Fujiwara-senpai, Iino... the faces of these cherished people flashed through his mind one after another. At this moment, he could no longer see his previous decadent appearance. He clenched his teeth tightly, and there was an almost tangible fire burning in his eyes.

Endless noise came from outside the window. It was people's unbelievable roars and screams. This scene not only happened within the light curtain, but also outside the light curtain, triggering the fear and depression that had been accumulated for a long time in the whole of Tokyo.

There was no way to control the riot anymore, because even many government workers collapsed because of this scene. They did not have the courage to convince themselves to continue living in this city that might become a hunting ground for unidentified life forms in the future and then be burned by flames.

All the vehicles that had been stopped on the road started again at this moment. The public order and laws that the authorities had tried so hard to maintain had become waste paper trampled on the ground. People's desire to survive surpassed everything else. There was no clause in the world that could stop the human instinct to live.

Cars on the road collided and rear-ended one after another, explosions and smoke echoed in various passages leading to the outside world in Tokyo, stimulating the fear that was already boiling in the hearts of many people. Some people who already suffered from road rage lost their rationality and, driven by the dual emotions of anger and fear, took up various weapons and turned it into a large-scale violent incident.

The order of Japan's largest city has been completely lost. People are trying their best to escape from the city, and many of them have a very clear goal - Chiba Prefecture.

To be precise, it should be Sobu High School, the high school with the highest admission rate in Chiba Prefecture.

When people are in a panic, they always want to find a strong support to protect themselves. Now, looking throughout the world, what kind of support can be more reassuring than the man who has been fighting in the light curtain to protect mankind?

Zaimokuza Yoshiteru, everyone in the world knew that the man was a native of Chiba Prefecture, so many people immediately drove to Chiba Prefecture with their families to look for him, just to seek protection from the "hero".

As for the fact that Zaimokuza Yoshiki is now just an ordinary high school student, not the guardian of smiles that everyone knows...is this important?

Reason is so fragile under the dual pressure of the desire to survive and fear. Many people who left Tokyo were unwilling to think about this fatal question. They just stubbornly believed that the person could definitely protect themselves and were only willing to believe the "facts" they believed.

As long as we reach Sobu High School in Chiba Prefecture and find Zaimokuza Yoshiki, everything will be fine!

Chiba Prefecture, Sobu High School, Service Club.

"—"

The blazing flames illuminated the faces of everyone in the service department. In this silent atmosphere where everyone's thoughts were taken away, two people reacted in completely opposite ways.

Hikigaya Hachiman turned his head to the side, and his eyes met with Ebina Hina's. At this moment, she had torn off the disguise of innocence in front of her friends and outsiders. The amber eyes behind the lenses were dancing with a calm and wise light.

She stared into Hikigaya's dark eyes, and glanced at the outside world where a strong wind was blowing outside the window.

"..."

Hikigaya remained silent for a few seconds in the face of this look, then shook his head slightly. He bent the index finger of his right hand, which was hanging on his knees, and pointedly turned it several times towards the light screen floating in front of him, then began to shake his index finger left and right.

——Don’t act rashly before the time comes.

Understanding the meaning of his two gestures, Ebina's slender eyebrows slightly frowned, but he could only sigh without being noticed, and then nodded slightly.

The two people once again shifted their gaze back to their respective light screens, ending this silent and brief communication.

[The huge flames shot up into the sky, igniting the bustle and silence of the night, and waking up the whole of Tokyo at this moment.]

Many people immediately tried to flee, but facing the towering wall of flames reaching the sky, conventional land transportation was simply not an option for escaping Tokyo. Some even attempted to dive into the water and hold their breath to swim beneath the enveloping wall of flames.

As soon as they entered the water, the boiling water instantly scalded their skin. They screamed and scrambled for shore. Some who had jumped farther from shore were boiled alive, their bodies then reduced to ash in the crushing wall of flames.

[And so, the waterways were also blocked, leaving only one means of escape: airplane.]

As a result, the ticket booking channels at Tokyo's two major airports, Haneda and Narita, were instantly overwhelmed. The systems crashed under the overwhelming volume of traffic, and traffic backed up from the highway exits all the way to the terminal. Many people were leaving Tokyo with only small carry-on bags, leaving large amounts of luggage abandoned in the terminal.

However, before these people could even line up to buy tickets, even more people, who hadn't even had time to book or purchase their tickets, rushed into the airport. They overturned the airport and hijacked all the planes that hadn't taken off yet, forcing the pilots to take off immediately.

However, given the length of the airport's runway and the height of the fire wall, it was impossible for these planes to fly beyond the Tokyo metropolitan area. Although the pilots tried to explain themselves, they were beaten down by the frenzied crowd. Some even threatened to stab them to death if they didn't take off.

[Unable to make a choice, the captain, under duress, desperately launched the plane onto the runway, where it collided with another aircraft. The only plane that successfully took off hadn't even gotten far from the airport when it was slammed head-on into the oncoming wall of fire. The entire aircraft, along with its overloaded passengers, was completely engulfed in the flames in the explosion.]

The people of Tokyo were now desperately trying to save their lives, each displaying their own unique abilities. However, they were all defeated by the wall of fire that surpassed their imagination, ultimately perishing in vain.

Under this wall of fire, a violence so extreme it transcends the laws of the world, all the efforts people make to survive seem ridiculous and meaningless.

[But there are always people who are unwilling to accept such an outcome. For example, in this life-or-death crisis, those in high positions of power are often more afraid of death than ordinary people. However, they also have more choices than ordinary people because they have less power.]

Ordinary aircraft at this distance were indeed unable to escape the enveloping atmosphere of the wall of fire, but military equipment was another matter. The scarce number of specialized helicopters now became the only means of escaping this fiery hell.

These helicopters were now concentrated at the Metropolitan Police Department, so the dignitaries immediately drove over. One by one, they rushed into the lobby of the Metropolitan Police Department and took the elevator to the top floor of the building, where the military helicopters were parked.

[But when the elevator door opened, the bigwigs were filled with joy, thinking they were about to escape this hell, when a black figure appeared in front of them.]

"Good evening, everyone."

The hem of his windbreaker fluttered in the hot night breeze. Kousaka Kyosuke stood in front of a helicopter that had already started up, the propellers cutting through the air ruffling his black hair. He calmly watched the dignitaries rushing out from the rooftop door, his eyes deep as he spoke.

"Are you all here to take a helicopter out of Tokyo?"

"Commander Kosaka, please help us get out of here!"

A portly figure saw the three helicopters behind Kousaka, his eyes practically gleaming with joy. He immediately walked up to him impatiently and spoke loudly.

"As long as you can help us leave this place, we will definitely repay you later! With our support, you will be the next Superintendent!"

[“Yes! I am willing to make a promise!”]

"Commander Kosaka, let's get up there now! The distance between the wall of fire and here is closing. We can't waste time!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Start the helicopter immediately, Commander Kousaka!"

All the important figures gathered around. Many officials who often appeared on TV had difficulty meeting them. Each of them usually acted very arrogant. They had never gathered around one person to talk like this before. Their voices were as noisy as housewives shopping at the market.

Kosaka just looked at them quietly, without saying anything. After all the noise faded away, he spoke calmly:

"I understand why you are here. Please be quiet now. I will make arrangements for this right away."

His words immediately made it difficult for all the important figures to conceal their excitement. Then, they were stunned to see Kousaka, without even turning back, reach behind him with his right hand. A loaded shotgun was handed out from the helicopter's open hatch by a pair of slender hands.

"Wait! Commander Kousaka, what are you doing—"

【boom--! ! ! 】

Before the important figures, sensing something was amiss, could speak up to stop him, Kousaka pulled the bolt of his shotgun and pulled the trigger. Flames and smoke erupted from the muzzle of the shotgun, a terrifying caliber.

His targets were the other two helicopters besides the one behind him. With a blank expression on his face, Kosaka skillfully repeated the actions of pulling the bolt, loading the gun, and pulling the trigger.

These precious vehicles flew into a dazzling display of sparks amidst the scattering barrage of bullets. Their rotors collapsed, and the cockpits were riddled with bullet holes like a honeycomb. Takasaka had deliberately avoided the fuel tanks, a feat his exceptional marksmanship would have made even a shotgun a breeze. Therefore, the two military helicopters didn't explode, but simply became scrap metal, never to be flown again.

[The tail wing fragments fell to the ground and flew a long distance. All the important people present were stunned by this scene.]

After running out of bullets, Kosaka threw the shotgun off the rooftop without looking back, and reached out to pat the shoulder of the important person in front of him:

"Tokyo is now in dire straits. As the most important cornerstone of this city, I believe that with your integrity, you are absolutely willing to stay here and live and die together with all the citizens."