"Hell"… exists on Earth.
A flash of light passed.
Steel.
Concrete.
Modern buildings appeared one after another before Sylvar Crowe's eyes.
Sylvar cursed in his heart.
What the hell?
It's modern times again.
Generally speaking, modern cities do not possess extraordinary powers. If that was the case, then it was very possible that this world would provide no gains at all.
Really…
What rotten luck.
Sylvar suddenly appeared in the middle of a street.
The people around him froze instantly.
They stopped walking.
They all turned their heads at the same time and stared at Sylvar.
Their faces were filled with surprise and confusion.
Some people opened their mouths so wide it looked as if an egg could fit inside.
Some rubbed their eyes repeatedly, wondering whether they were hallucinating.
Some lowered their voices and began murmuring quietly, asking each other what had just happened.
Is this some kind of circus show?
Soon, a disturbance broke out among the crowd.
People began whispering and discussing.
Some speculated that this might be some new type of magic performance.
Sylvar immediately thought about the consequences.
Being treated as suspicious.
Being captured by cameras.
Being noticed by the police.
All kinds of troublesome things.
To avoid all of that, Sylvar first turned his head and looked behind him.
After confirming that no one was standing behind him, he immediately moved his right hand behind his back.
His grimoire floated behind him silently under the control of his thoughts.
Sylvar reached into his personal space.
He grabbed a hat.
Like a magician performing a trick, he placed the hat onto his head.
Then Sylvar slightly bent his waist.
He raised his right hand with graceful movement.
His fingers lightly pinched the brim of the hat.
Then, with perfectly controlled strength, he removed the hat with a smooth and natural motion.
He lowered his head slightly.
He held the hat in his hand.
Then he revealed a polite and humble smile to everyone around him.
The movements were not exaggerated.
They were not restrained.
Everything was just right.
Every movement perfectly displayed the demeanor of a gentleman.
Elegant.
So elegant.
Sylvar could not help thinking to himself.
I really have to admire my own acting skills.
The performance worked.
Everyone present now believed that this had been a magic show.
One person began clapping.
Then another person followed.
Soon the entire crowd began applauding.
Amid the sound of applause from the crowd…
Sylvar slowly walked away.
He gradually left everyone's sight.
After that, he quickly found a narrow alley.
He turned inside the alley.
Then his figure completely disappeared from public view.
Sylvar began observing his surroundings.
He released his Nen.
He used En.
A circular sensing field expanded outward.
Two kilometers.
The sensing range scanned everything within a circular area.
Sylvar carefully observed.
Nothing.
No abnormal energy.
No strange phenomena.
No supernatural presence.
Could it be…
Just as I expected?
Is this a world with no extraordinary power?
Just a completely ordinary modern society?
If that's the case, I should return to the Black Bulls' base immediately and prepare for the second world traversal.
Time cannot be wasted.
While thinking about these things—
Sylvar expanded his En again.
His sensing range spread outward.
The detection area widened.
Then—
Suddenly—
The sensing field paused.
Sylvar sensed something.
Three kilometers away.
Near a shopping mall.
There was a small girl.
She looked less than ten years old.
Her eyes were covered with a strip of white cloth.
She was sitting on the ground.
She was begging.
There was nothing strange about begging.
As long as people exist, all kinds of situations will appear.
As the old saying goes—
When the forest is large enough, every kind of bird will appear.
But Sylvar sensed something else.
Inside the girl's eye sockets—
There was metal.
Sylvar's expression instantly changed.
Normally, if irregular pieces of metal are stuffed into someone's eye sockets, the nerves inside the eye cavity will be crushed.
Under such circumstances, death would normally occur very easily.
An indescribable rage surged inside Sylvar's chest.
The veins on his forehead bulged.
They pulsed violently like a stormy sea.
His fists clenched tightly.
His fingernails dug deeply into his palms.
What the hell is this?
This world…
actually stuffs metal into children's eyes?
What kind of world is this?!
Extreme anger exploded inside Sylvar's body.
He began running toward the child.
To increase his speed, Sylvar used Nen.
He activated Ten and Ren, then concentrated his aura.
He gathered his aura toward his legs.
He strengthened his legs.
His speed increased sharply.
Like a cheetah, he sprinted across the rooftops of buildings.
Each step carried powerful force.
Each leap carried explosive strength.
While running, Sylvar jumped onto a tall building.
After landing, he subconsciously looked around.
He originally wanted to confirm whether anyone had noticed him.
But in the next moment—
Sylvar's pupils suddenly shrank.
Because he saw it.
An enormous black wall.
An extremely tall wall.
A gigantic black wall stretched across the horizon.
One after another, massive walls surrounded the entire city.
It looked like some type of defensive barrier.
In that moment—
Sylvar understood everything.
So that's how it is.
So it's this world.
This is a story that makes readers want to hand a knife to the author.
A story that makes readers want to punch their friends for recommending it.
"Healing series."
The name of this world appeared in Sylvar's mind.
Black Bullet.
A thought appeared inside Sylvar's mind.
In this world…
There is almost no power that can be obtained.
Should I just leave?
Sylvar suddenly remembered something.
The little girl.
The girl who was shot by the police.
Her crime?
She was hungry.
She stole several pieces of bread.
Just a few pieces of bread.
But the police shot her.
Because of bread.
Sylvar laughed.
Leave?
How is that possible?
In the past, there was nothing he could do.
But now—
The tragedy is right in front of him.
How could he pretend not to see it?
I will save you.
Not because I want to become a hero.
Not because I want to advocate justice.
Just so that when someone asks me why I saved you—
I can proudly answer.
"If I want to save someone, I save them."
Or perhaps—
He could say it with a slightly arrogant tone.
"What does saving you have to do with you?"
Sylvar imagined saying those words.
Children would probably look at him with admiration.
But right now—
The most important thing was rescuing the girl first.
Sylvar continued moving toward the target.
Finally—
He arrived near the girl.
But when he stood in front of her—
Sylvar suddenly froze.
His excited emotions were instantly cooled.
It felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.
He didn't know how to begin.
What should I do?
Should I persuade her to follow me?
Only then would she trust me.
Should I say something like—
"Follow me. I'll give you food so you don't have to beg anymore?"
Sylvar thought carefully.
Then he rejected the idea.
Impossible.
Even if he said that, she would not believe him.
This world has too many beasts disguised as humans.
"What should I do…?" Sylvar muttered quietly.
He fell into deep confusion.
Finally—
He made a decision.
Sylvar opened his grimoire.
He was about to take out dozens of loaves of bread.
But he stopped.
He thought about it carefully.
Then he only took out two loaves.
Giving large amounts of food to a weak person could actually harm them.
Perhaps those criminals already had enough food.
Perhaps they simply enjoyed bullying the weak.
But now that Sylvar had arrived—
He would not allow such risks to exist.
Inside the mall area—
Under the surprised gazes of the surrounding people—
Sylvar slowly walked toward the girl whose eyes were covered with white cloth.
People hated her.
No one even approached her.
Sylvar walked forward.
He stopped beside her.
He crouched slightly.
Then he placed the two packages of bread into the bowl in front of her.
Sylvar leaned closer.
He whispered softly beside her ear.
"Dawn is coming."
"Please wait quietly, lucky child."
His voice was extremely soft.
Only the girl in front of him could hear it.
After saying those words—
Sylvar stood up.
He turned around.
He left.
He did not want to continue looking at such a heartbreaking scene.
Her only crime…
was that her mother said her eyes looked like the eyes of a cursed devil.
Her own mother.
They poured boiling molten lead directly into the girl's eyes.
Because she was a "cursed child," her vitality was strong.
She did not die.
But—
Who could understand the pain of boiling metal burning through someone's eyes?
The girl heard the gentle voice.
She sensed that someone had approached her.
She felt that something had been placed into her bowl.
She hurriedly bowed toward the empty space in front of her.
"Thank you! Big brother!"
She murmured softly.
"Dawn… what is that?"
There was no response.
Sylvar had already left.
Sylvar ran toward the outskirts of the city.
Endless rage surged inside his chest.
His movements became faster and faster.
He jumped between tall buildings.
His speed continued increasing.
Finally—
He saw the ruins outside the city.
After reaching the outskirts, Sylvar did not remain on the ground for long.
He remained cautious.
He wanted to avoid surveillance cameras.
Throughout the entire process, he moved by jumping between corridors.
He ran across walls.
He performed parkour between buildings.
Sometimes he stepped on walls to propel himself forward.
Step by step—
He advanced out of the city.
Finally—
He reached a broken bridge.
When Sylvar stepped onto the bridge—
He saw them.
Several children were sitting on a small hill made of ruins.
Their bodies were thin and fragile.
Their eyes were filled with longing.
They stared silently toward the distant city.
Perhaps—
In their hearts—
They still hoped that the people inside the city would accept them.
But the moment Sylvar arrived at the bridge—
The children disappeared.
They hid.
Sylvar paused.
They still possess basic vigilance.
Not bad.
Sylvar walked into the ruins.
He searched the area for a while.
After finding a relatively open space—
He stopped.
He thought carefully.
Finally—
He made a decision.
Call for help.
There were countless cursed children in this world waiting to be saved.
But Sylvar alone could not save everyone.
Calling others was the only option.
Besides—
Asta possesses extraordinary affinity.
Whether elderly people or children—
Everyone likes Asta.
His affinity is unmatched.
Sylvar looked at the open space before him.
Soon—
This place would hold countless children.
He thought for a moment.
Then he devised a plan.
A plan that would maximize space.
In one corner of the ruins—
Sylvar placed a Gate.
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