Chapter 38
"Wow, they demolished it so thoroughly..."
Romain Rolland, who had rushed over with Vladimir after receiving the news, was astonished when he saw the large area in front of him that had been completely flattened.
Shelley has gone completely mad this time.
"Never mind Shelley! Put me down!" Vladimir, who had been deliberately lifted into the air by Romain Rolland, couldn't reach the ground at all due to his height and struggled like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of its neck. "I'm suffocating! Aaaaaah!"
However, for some reason, his movements seemed a bit fake, and his acting was similar to that of Don Quixote.
Romain Rolland was completely immune to this guy who seemed to be maliciously trying to be cute, and instead focused intently on studying Mary Shelley, who was still smashing up the building.
Realizing he wasn't being paid attention to, Vladimir pouted, stopped struggling, and stared ahead in the position of a cat being held by the neck.
Ahead lay a vast expanse of blue gravel covering the ground, and Shelley was intently punching a cement slab as if pounding medicine.
The poor concrete slab quickly turned into a pile of fragments under Shelley's punch.
It is obvious that this large expanse of strangely colored gravel is the pre-construction structure that Shelley completed.
"Why did Shelley have to pick on these buildings..."
Vladimir muttered to himself, glancing around at his surroundings.
"She demolished an area more than twice the size of mine. If you give her three days, will the entire city be gone?"
"It won't take more than three days. Right now, Shelley is in a good mood and is still picking at the sand, but once she starts to get annoyed, she'll start pushing it away."
As soon as Romain Rolland let go, Vladimir fell to the ground with a thud.
"Based on past experience, Shelley's 'good mood' would last three to six hours, after which she would become inexplicably irritable and begin causing widespread destruction."
"It will only take her a day to demolish the entire Yokohama, and her ten-plus days of rampage will be enough for her to demolish half of Japan."
"I don't know how long it will take for Japan to be finished..."
Vladimir, who had lost his balance and landed face-first on the ground, clutched his nose as he scrambled to his feet. "All I knew was that if this kept going, my nose would be ruined, you bastard! Why did you suddenly let go!"
"We're discussing serious topics now, can we not mention your nose?" Romain Rolland, who had let go of her without thinking, was slightly embarrassed. "I'll find you some medicine when we get back."
Vladimir shook his head violently, pointed a finger at Romain Rolland, and said seriously, "If you don't resist, let me use my ability once, and then we'll make a deal!"
Romain Rolland's slight embarrassment was instantly forgotten.
Pretending not to hear Vladimir's words, Romain Rolland forcibly turned his head and pointed at Shelley, who had already begun smashing the new building, "Go, Vladimir! Lure Shelley over here!"
Why does it sound like you're calling out "Pokémon"?
Vladimir raised her hand in annoyance, and the strap on her left wrist was instantly covered in light, then stretched out and turned into a sniper rifle.
It's the same gun she used to blow up the building before.
Reaching into his small bag, Vladimir pulled out a full magazine filled with bullets decorated with cute designs.
A cute little girl in a dress took out a magazine of bullets with animal patterns, loaded it into the gun, pulled the bolt, and calmly aimed.
This is practically a mashup version of performance art.
Romain Rolland, who felt this scene was strangely eerie: ...So I always thought that a typical Russian little girl wouldn't think that bullets are cute, right?
Unaware of what Romain Rolland was thinking, Vladimir aimed his attention at Shelley, who was dismantling an unknown number of collapsed buildings into large piles of concrete and was intently hammering the first pile of concrete that formed a stone slab.
The figure doesn't move much from behind, making it ideal for aiming.
With an effortless aim, Vladimir pulled the trigger.
The bullet whistled out, heading towards Mary Shelley, who was turned to the side.
Seemingly sensing something, Shelley, who had been silently smashing the wall, suddenly raised a hand to shield herself.
A strange light flashed in the air, and a huge explosive charge suddenly appeared, followed by a violent explosion.
Vladimir, holding his gun, and Romain Rolland, watching from the sidelines, were somewhat speechless.
Romain Rolland sighed and said, "Actually, I think Shelley should have been able to dodge it given his speed."
"I think so too, but..."
Vladimir raised his gun again, aiming it directly in front of him.
"This is a bomb that could blow up a building. Shelley, what a terrifying defensive capability you have."
“I must remind you, the explosive charge you used wasn’t powerful enough to collapse a building. You were just aiming at the load-bearing wall…” Romain Rolland’s voice was somewhat erratic, as if he was thinking about something else. “However, I agree with your assessment of Shelley’s defensive capabilities.”
As the flames and smoke from the explosion dissipated, Mary Shelley was revealed to be completely unharmed.
The original trench coat, which was used for defense, had completely disappeared from the left arm. The colorless arm was exposed to the air, showing no trace of human softness, like a porcelain statue.
The clothes made of special materials have an alarmingly high ignition point; only the hem of the clothes emitted a few sparks, while the rest of the clothes were unharmed.
Mary Shelley's hat disappeared, revealing her face beneath.
She looks like she's sixteen years old, and has clearly grown a lot since then.
However, what is even more striking are the huge and gruesome stitched scars on his forehead and arms, and the two steel nails embedded in his temples.
The hats don't fall off because they're stuck on those two steel nails.
Scars encircled the skull, prominently displayed themselves at the joints of the arms, and there were also several gruesome wounds on the back of the hands and the sides of the arms.
A closer look reveals that all of these scars are located very close to the bones and joints.
This evokes some very negative associations.
Vladimir, holding the gun, shuddered. "Every time I see Shelley's wounds, I feel her pain."
I can't even imagine what it would be like to have such a wound on my own body.
Moreover, it covers the entire body.
Romain Rolland uttered a few twisted and meaningless syllables from his throat, saying, "At least they have enough anesthetic?"
Mary Shelley stared blankly at the torn trench coat for a few moments, then suddenly turned and rushed towards Romain Rolland and Vladimir.
"Okay, I know this joke isn't funny!"
"Princess, are you sure that trench coat doesn't have any sentimental value? Like, was it a gift from Stevenson or something?"
Vladimir fired two shots at Mary Shelley as she charged, causing a violent explosion.
"Why did you rush over as soon as your clothes were torn?"
"I found this dress at the store! Christie placed the order! Verne paid for it! So what does it have to do with Stevenson?"
Romain Rolland pressed his hands on Vladimir's shoulders, ready to run away at any moment.
Shelley was just confirming that you were indeed attacking him.
Vladimir looked incredulous. "Does this even need confirmation?"
"Yes, we need it..."
As the smoke from the explosion cleared, Mary Shelley, wearing a trench coat whose left shoulder had also disappeared, was carefully examining the hem of her coat.
"If you didn't look at her clothes, Shelley wouldn't even realize that you were actually attacking her."
This level of stimulation could not possibly cause Shelley to feel pain.
Even the tactile sensation is barely acceptable.
"You're kidding, right..." Vladimir's gun-raising stance remained unchanged, but his eyes were already vacant. "How am I supposed to fight this?"
Shelley, having confirmed that another piece of her clothing was missing, looked up and rushed toward the two of them once more.
Vladimir estimated that Shelley was charging at around 90 miles per hour.
Compared to the exaggerated defensive power and strength it had previously displayed, this speed was pitifully slow.
Unfortunately, this is only relative; it's still incredibly fast compared to "Journey to the Center of the Earth."
So, what should we do?
—It's very simple, just don't use "Journey to the Center of the Earth"?
Romain Rolland's heterochromatic eyes had somehow turned into two deep blue pupils, and the blue in his right eye was much deeper than when he had heterochromatic eyes before.
Those were eyes that inexplicably evoked feelings of quietude and melancholy.
With a backhand shove, Romain Rolland stepped forward and threw a dark gray cube from his left hand onto the ground.
The gray cubes expanded and covered a large area, painting everything within them with a light gray hue.
Shelley, who was rushing forward at high speed, suddenly seemed to have crashed into a piece of gel and began to fall in slow motion at a speed of more than ten times.
"This should be enough to hold Shelley off for about half an hour."
Romain Rolland tossed out a large gray cube and looked at Vladimir behind him.
"Take this opportunity and bring out the □□ and the railway gun."
Vladimir looked reluctant. "That stuff is very expensive."
"There's no way to buy time for Shelley in this state except for the train cannon."
Romain Rolland, whose eyes had turned to the same color, turned to look at Vladimir, making him feel a little uncomfortable.
Having gotten used to Romain Rolland's previous eye colors, it suddenly feels strange to see someone with the same eye color.
Romain Rolland pulled a teacup wrapped in bubble wrap from his pocket. "Shall I set it up first?"
Vladimir nodded noncommittally.
Romain Rolland shrugged, walked to a spot a little further away, and began adjusting the direction of the teacup—his main task being to get the stem pointing in Shelley's direction.
Vladimir, on the other hand, looked at Mary Shelley, who was trapped in the gray area.
Her body movements were slowed down many times over, but Mary Shelley's powerful physique still allowed her to move her limbs relatively normally, showing that her thinking had not slowed down at this time.
Unfortunately, because she was in mid-air when she rushed over, Mary Shelley was unable to break through without a point of leverage.
She's powerful to a science fiction level now; she can't yet do things like stomping on air, which are more like fantasy.
Watching Mary Shelley dancing and gesturing in mid-air, Vladimir sighed appropriately.
"It's the real deal, a genuine 'false peace.'"
The special ability of "Biographies" is deeply developed.
The effect is achieved through complete imitation of every action in daily life. It is a special ability that allows the use of other supernatural abilities without affecting one's thinking.
Now, Romain Rolland is using the biography of Leo Tolstoy from "Lives of Great Men".
One of the supernatural abilities "War and Peace" is "False Peace".
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