Afterward,
Heimer arrived at the first-floor kitchen.
The trio who had been busy in the kitchen suddenly saw Heimer come down. Every one of them tensed up immediately, hurriedly putting down their work and standing there somewhat at a loss.
Especially Chloe and Lunoire.
After all,
They had just witnessed the previously arrogant Guild Master, Royman, acting so subserviently before this god.
"That's enough."
Heimer didn't mind their expressions as if they had seen a ghost; he simply waved his hand casually.
"Since you've mostly finished tidying up, you should head back early."
"Just remember to come on time tomorrow morning."
"Yes! Lord God!"
Hearing those words,
The three of them bowed in unison and departed.
With that,
Inside the mansion,
As the heavy main doors closed once again,
The previously bustling hall returned to a state of quietude.
Only the morning sunlight filtered through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floor.
Heimer stood in place, watching the three of them flee as if for their lives. A helpless expression appeared on his face.
"Scared already?"
"Am I really that terrifying?"
As expected,
The sense of distance between gods and humans could not be erased by attitude alone.
He had clearly been very restrained, even quite amiable and approachable.
But with Royman serving as a negative example beforehand,
They were still frightened.
Fortunately,
Heimer didn't dwell on it. He shrugged and withdrew his gaze.
Turning around, his eyes swept casually over the black metal briefcase Royman had left behind.
"This thing..."
"I'll just leave it here for now."
"No one would dare touch it anyway."
Heimer was in no hurry to check the intelligence inside.
After all, those secrets regarding the deep levels of the Dungeon were merely tools to verify his conjectures.
There was no rush for the moment.
"Now then..."
The group of over-energetic, chatterbox children at home had all gone to the Dungeon to vent their energy.
Hestia was also upstairs, fast asleep.
The entire mansion was rare and peaceful.
This window of time without interruptions was practically a godsend.
Heimer stretched his limbs, loosening up his muscles.
He walked to the widest, most open area in the center of the hall.
"Perfect."
"Time to handle the real business."
And so,
Heimer's gaze sharpened, and his previously lazy and casual aura instantly vanished.
With a thought,
The system interface expanded instantly.
"System."
Heimer immediately issued a command in his mind.
"Lock onto world coordinates: G-404."
"Since the second world filtered out is this one..."
"Then let me go over and take a look first."
[Command confirmed.]
Following that,
The system prompt sounded.
[Retrieving world coordinates...]
[World coordinates locked: G-404 —— black bullet]
[Anchor location confirmed: Tokyo Area.]
[Detected that the host's divine power is in a sealed state...]
[Cross-world transmission will consume system energy reserves...]
[Energy charging in progress...]
[Transmission channel construction ready.]
[Countdown: 3, 2, 1...]
As the system countdown hit zero,
The space around Heimer began to warp and fold.
A pitch-black vortex, seemingly leading to another dimension, slowly took shape and instantly swallowed Heimer's figure.
...
World G-404.
—— black bullet.
The timeline began to fast-forward.
The sky was already at dusk.
Tokyo Area.
Inside an abandoned dojo.
"Hah!!"
A delicate shout, accompanied by the sharp sound of breaking air, suddenly exploded.
Immediately following,
Was a flash of a blade as fast as lightning.
That light was not an ordinary silver-white, but carried a heart-stopping pitch-black hue, as if it could swallow the surrounding light along with it.
Swish!!
The blade-light flashed past.
In the center of the dojo, a pile of scrap metal half a man high was sliced through cleanly in that instant!
The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without even a single burr!
After a half-second pause, the top half of the scrap metal finally seemed to react, sliding off slowly and hitting the ground with a loud "thud."
"Huff... huff..."
Tendou Kisara maintained her sword-drawing posture, her chest heaving violently.
Fine beads of sweat had already slid down her cheeks from her forehead, dripping onto the floor.
Her black Magata Girls' High School sailor uniform was slightly disheveled from the intense movement just now.
Against the pure black tone, only the bright red ribbon at her chest stood out, much like Tendou Kisara's current state of mind.
It was like a fire of revenge burning in the dark night, exceptionally dazzling.
Click.
With the crisp sound of the blade meeting the scabbard,
Tendou Kisara exhaled a long breath of turbid air.
She looked down at her hands.
The hands of the Tendo family's eldest daughter, which should have been soft and untouched by labor, were now covered in thin calluses from long-term sword practice.
But,
Right now,
In Tendou Kisara's eyes, there was finally the excitement of seeing the dawn.
"I did it..."
She had succeeded.
This strike...
Had finally touched that realm.
—— A realm that transcended the mundane, enough to cut through steel, and even enough to sever the heads of those enemies!
Tendou Kisara looked at the demonic blade in her hand named [Murderous Blade Yuki Kage], and the corners of her mouth curled up frantically.
Although she couldn't be considered to have mastered it completely,
And there was still a long way to go to reach the realm possessed by that man —— Tendou Kikunojo.
However,
Just at that very moment.
She had truly grasped the sensation.
The prototype of the so-called "Tendou Combat Jutsu Zero Form"!
—It belonged only to her.
—An absolute killing technique born for the sake of revenge!
"As long as I have this..."
"As long as I can completely master this move..."
"I can fight my way back!"
"I'll send all those murderers who killed my parents... all those scumbags of the Tendou Family who took everything from me... straight to hell!"
At this moment.
Tendou Kisara only felt her heart, which had long been dried up by the fires of revenge, beating violently once again.
She couldn't wait to find someone to share this joy with.
And in this world.
The only person who could let her share this feeling without reservation, the only one who could understand her obsession.
Was only that guy.
That childhood friend who, although clumsy, poor, and even a bit of a pushover, had always stayed by her side.
—Satomi Rentaro.
Thinking of this.
Tendou Kisara didn't even have time to change her clothes, and she didn't even care to wipe the sweat still on her face as she turned and rushed out of the dojo, heading straight for the front hall of the Agency.
"Rentaro!"
Before she even entered the door, Tendou Kisara's voice had already reached inside.
Carrying an excitement rarely seen in her daily life.
"Are you there?!"
"Come out, quick!"
"I have good news to tell you!"
"I just..."
However.
When Tendou Kisara pushed open the rickety wooden door of the Agency and saw the scene inside clearly.
Her words came to an abrupt halt.
She saw.
The black-haired youth who should have been sitting at the desk processing documents or worrying about the rent there—Satomi Rentaro.
He was currently standing by the window with his back to her.
Hearing the sound.
Satomi Rentaro turned around.
On that still somewhat youthful face, there was none of the smile Tendou Kisara had expected.
Instead, it was full of complexity and obvious exhaustion.
"Sister Kisara."
Satomi Rentaro looked at Tendou Kisara, who had rushed in excitedly, his gaze lingering for a second on her still slightly trembling hand and the cursed blade at her waist that she hadn't put down.
Then.
He sighed softly.
"What is it that makes you so happy?"
"Is it about that technique you've been talking about, Sister Tendou?"
It was clearly a question.
But in his tone, no anticipation could be heard.
It was like a bucket of cold water mixed with ice shards being poured over her head.
The smile on Tendou Kisara's face visibly stiffened.
More than half of the fire in her heart was extinguished.
However.
Tendou Kisara still suppressed that bit of discomfort in her heart, stepped forward quickly, and looked at Satomi Rentaro with burning eyes.
"Yes!"
"Rentaro! I've already felt it!"
"Just give me a little more time, and I can perfect this move!"
"I'll be able to have the power to truly stand against those monsters!"
"Not just the Gastrea!"
"But also the Tendou Family!"
"I can finally see the hope for revenge!"
"Isn't this worth being happy about?!"
Tendou Kisara took another step forward, wanting to grab Satomi Rentaro's shoulders.
"Now, as long as Rentaro also becomes stronger, we can join forces..."
"We will definitely..."
"Sister Kisara."
However.
In the next second.
Satomi Rentaro actually took half a step back, avoiding Tendou Kisara's hand, while also directly interrupting her.
"That's enough."
"Eh?"
Tendou Kisara was stunned.
Her hand, stretched out in mid-air, froze there.
It was as if her throat had been suddenly seized by an invisible giant hand.
Tendou Kisara looked at this all-too-familiar youth in disbelief.
"What did... you say?"
"I said, that's enough."
Satomi Rentaro lowered his head, avoiding Tendou Kisara's burning gaze, and then turned to look at the street outside the window.
"Don't be obsessed with that hatred anymore, Sister Kisara."
"The Tendou Family is a behemoth."
"It's not something the two of us can shake."
"And even if you really master some technique, even if you really kill everyone in the Tendou Family."
"What then?"
"Your father and mother won't come back to life because of your revenge."
"The kidney you lost won't grow back either."
"Your body won't get better because of it."
"On the contrary, it will only make you sink deeper, becoming more and more extreme, less and less like yourself."
Having said this, Satomi Rentaro paused, turned his head, and looked at Tendou Kisara again with complex eyes.
"Sister Kisara."
"Can that kind of skill honed for killing... really bring happiness?"
"Give it up."
"Whether it's the revenge, or that swordsmanship that only hurts yourself."
"Whether it's that endless revenge, or that swordsmanship that only hurts yourself."
"We... should look forward."
"When will the cycle of vengeance ever end?"
"Why can't you just let go of that hatred? Isn't it good to live a bit of a normal person's life?"
"..."
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