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The appearance of this woman suddenly changed the situation of the battle.
Hiring a killer to attack Gojo Satoru was just a decoy; her real target was the girl who saved Gojo Satoru.
Using Roku-ken as bait...that's quite a big deal.
Two and a half billion US dollars, a potion that can break the curse without limits and turn the sorcerer back into an ordinary person.
A dragnet was set up to capture the girl named Hipper.
Who is she?
"Kill you?"
The woman tilted her head, and the place where her eyes should be under the blindfold was sunken. Her closeness made Hipper feel as if countless cold hands were stroking his spine.
"How could that be, dear?" Cold fingers pinched her chin. The woman leaned over and whispered in her ear, her breath carrying a rotten sweetness: "I like you the most, I love you the most."
Her fingertips rolled over the carotid artery, feeling the rapid pulsation beneath the skin.
thump thump——
His body began to tremble before his consciousness even began, every muscle tensing in resistance. But the woman chuckled softly, her fingertips slithering across the trembling skin like a snake's tongue, with the composure of a cat playing with a mouse.
"Don't be afraid."
Her cold nails scraped lightly across Hipper's throat, her body pressed against the girl's back, as cold as a coiled snake.
"Be good, don't cry, it won't hurt." The comfort in the ear had not yet dissipated when the second needle had already pierced the side of the neck.
As soon as the ice-blue potion was pushed into the vein, Hipper felt a biting chill bursting through his blood vessels - it was not ordinary cold at all, but absolute zero that seemed to freeze even thoughts.
Her pupils shrank sharply to the size of pinpoints, and every nerve ending screamed in alarm.
“Woo——!”
Before she could even utter a cry of pain, the woman's hand had already tightly grasped hers. Another arm, like an iron hoop, encircled her violently heaving chest. This seemingly hugging gesture actually reduced her room for struggle to the utmost.
So cold, so painful!
It's about to split.
But in this purgatory-like pain, the warm body behind me became the only touch that could prove that I was still alive.
"You're so cute, you still cry at this age~" The woman narrowed her eyes and leaned closer, wiping Hipper's tears affectionately with her cheek.
"Good boy, be good, just bear with it for a while."
A kiss fell on her taut neck.
The third injection was slowly pushed into the artery. As the liquid was injected, the struggle in his arms gradually weakened, and he finally collapsed in her arms. Just as the woman loosened her grip, Hipper suddenly jumped up and broke free from the woman's restraints.
But those unfocused pupils and staggering steps clearly showed that they were driven only by instinct.
“Woo——”
The white-haired girl's body was shaking violently. The moment she struggled to break free from the restraints, it seemed as if all her strength had been exhausted. She fell to her knees like a puppet with its strings cut.
That delicate face was now as pale as paper, with fine beads of cold sweat sliding down the neck, mixing with the blood flowing from the mouth and nose, forming a small pool of blood at the collarbone.
His pupils were dilated and unable to focus, his slender fingers dug deep into the ground, but he didn't even have the strength to support himself to stand up.
“Haaa…haaa…”
The sound of his broken breathing was particularly clear in this area, and his thin shoulders rose and fell violently with each breath. His white hair was now messily stuck to his sweaty cheeks, and the sticky cold sweat and blood mixed together on his neck.
He stretched out his hands in vain to support himself on the ground, but his trembling arms gave way again.
Far from being angry, the woman gracefully rested her chin on one hand, admiring the girl's current state of disarray with great interest. She tilted her head slightly, a playful expression on her face, as if she were watching a carefully orchestrated drama finally reach its climax.
"Oh my." He tapped his cheek with his fingertips, his tone as intimate as if he was chatting about family matters, "Look at you now, your face is all stained."
Her voice, tinged with laughter, betrayed neither remorse for the violence nor a trace of pity. She was more concerned with the girl's current, less respectable image than her own suffering.
She slowly pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, pinched the corner of it between her fingers and gave it a gentle shake, causing the fabric to unfurl in an elegant arc in the air. The woman reached forward, the scent of perfume from her wrist mingling with the stench of blood wafting out.
"Come here." The voice was as gentle as calling a lost kitten, "I'll wipe your face clean."
Hipper's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and her chaotic consciousness caught the sound of her voice, and she tilted her neck slightly towards the source of the sound. But her body did not move. Her blood-stained white hair stuck to her cheeks, and as she tilted her head, a few thin lines of blood were pulled out.
The air seemed frozen heavy, and neither of the two men in the standoff made the first move. A thin layer of sweat broke out on Fushiguro Shijiro's back—this woman's strength and methods sent a chill down his spine.
Going through so much trouble to capture her, could it be that they're trying to completely ruin her career as a sorcerer? Three potions, who knows what irreversible consequences they'll cause.
He calmly took a half step back, stroking the hilt of the knife with his thumb. Whatever the deep hatred between the two women, this business deal had exceeded his expectations.
What happens next is not his business as a sorcerer killer who is paid to do the job.
"X, this order ends here."
Fushiguro's voice was a few pitches lower than usual, and the lines of his taut back betrayed a wary vigilance. He slowly retreated, each step carefully avoiding the gravel that might become an obstacle.
Staying any longer would definitely lead to more trouble. His instincts, built over the years, to survive, rang sharply in his head, and his temples throbbed. The aura emanating from that woman went beyond the realm of "danger" and was more like a foreshadowing of some indescribable disaster.
"Don't drag me into these love, hate, and vengeance of yours." He held the curse tool in his backhand, ready to withdraw at any time.
The man glanced over here casually, defining him as someone insignificant. She quickly turned her gaze back, staring intently at the trembling Hipper, kneading her fingertips impatiently.
"It's almost over."
As the last syllable fell, Fushiguro suddenly felt a piercing chill creep up his spine. He instinctively wanted to question her, but the thought vanished into the depths of his consciousness like morning mist meeting sunlight.
What’s going on—?!
When he came to his senses, his feet had already returned to their original position, as if they were being pulled by invisible strings, keeping them in place like a puppet.
The girl's white hair was matted with blood, trembling with her violent gasps. Bright red beads of blood gushed from her nose, staining her snow-white shirt red before dripping down the hem of her clothes and forming a small pool on the ground.
"This...hell..." He suddenly spoke, his voice like shattered glass, each syllable carrying a bloody pain.
"Who wants to... accompany you..."
The woman's smile froze instantly. The corners of her lips twitched slightly, and her knuckles unconsciously tightened, twisting the handkerchief into hideous folds. Her breath, which had always flowed effortlessly, became erratic for the first time.
"Emergency brake... Plan activated, command confirmed... Self-destruct permissions unlocked..." The girl's bloodstained lips parted, and the command words, mixed with blood foam, flowed out. She staggered to her feet, knocking her knees against the ground several times before stubbornly straightening them. A mad light flickered in her dazed eyes, and suddenly a terrifying smile broke out.
"Idiot—" Her bloody fangs were stained with blood, adding some cuteness to her current madness.
"A genius like me is going to... go to heaven!"
The woman's fingertips clenched suddenly, and with a sharp sound, the handkerchief was torn apart in her palm. Her calm expression cracked, and her elegant voice became sharp and changed its tone.
"You should be with me!" She pinched her palm with trembling fingertips, and suddenly burst into laughter, screaming as if her vocal cords were torn.
"I curse you! If you don't love me—die!"
"I curse you..."
Her voice suddenly became unusually soft, yet chilling. Her slender fingers gently stroked her lips, revealing a creepy, brilliant smile.
"Saying 'I love you' to someone is the end of you. Except me, of course~"
The fingertips slowly moved down and stopped at the heart.
"I curse your heart."
"Every beat is a step closer to death. This pain will make you remember me forever."
Finally, she covered her eyes with her hands. Her voice had become inflected with excitement, the last syllable trembling slightly like an electric shock. Her pale cheeks flushed unnaturally, and even the tips of her ears were stained pink.
"I curse you to never sleep in peace."
After a brief respite, the chaos in the girl's eyes gradually faded away, replaced by clear and bright eyes.
"What are you talking about for so long? It's so noisy."
Her bloodstained fingers trembled as she reached into her pocket and, with considerable effort, pulled a cigarette from the pack. Without a lighter or the electric light of a spell, she casually bit the cigarette between her teeth, the white cigarette instantly soaked with blood.
"What's the use of curses? You crazy woman obsessed with love."
"I love whoever I want to love—mind your own business."
With the final provocation, the countdown to the self-destruct sequence reached zero. The girl's body flickered, disintegrating into digital form, and starting from the tips of her hair, she transformed into countless points of light and dissipated.
The only evidence of her existence was the blood-stained cigarette that had fallen to the ground.
The movie star stared blankly at the girl's gradually disappearing figure, his pupils shrinking slightly.
——I can’t hear any sound.
At that moment, the world's colors faded, and all the noise vanished into nothingness. All that remained in his vision was the blood-stained cigarette lying alone on the ground.
He slowly stepped forward, his movements as he bent forward seeming to be slowed down a thousand times. When his fingertips touched the cigarette, an indescribable emotion exploded in his chest—but he simply picked it up silently, examining it in his palm for a moment, and finally put it in his pocket, close to his heart.
"Why……"
The madness faded from his face. He didn't understand why this happened between them.
Is it necessary to go to this extent?
The whispers faded into the air. It was clearly just a dream, and the pain from the injection just now was so severe that it made me cry—would suicide not hurt?
His fingertips unconsciously stretched forward, as if trying to grasp something, but he only grasped a handful of nothingness.
"You would rather choose this ending than stay with me."
The high school's barrier had been breached, and numerous sorcerers had arrived at the scene, but none dared to act rashly. The entire space fell into an eerie silence, where even the sound of breathing could be heard.
The reason was simple—the oppression emanating from that woman was so heavy it felt like materialized darkness, causing all living things to instinctively hold their breath. It was like the fear etched into the DNA of a herbivore facing a top predator.
"I'm a little angry."
The woman tilted her head back and tapped her forehead with her fingertips, which made a slight friction sound when touching the blindfold.
Everyone heard a clear, crisp sound, like the gears of fate breaking.
His fingers reached into the gap between the strips of cloth, and under the horrified gaze of the crowd, he slowly pulled off the restraints.
Crash——!
The crisp sound of a shattered mirror spread throughout the entire high school, and the barrier that had protected the world of sorcery for a hundred years collapsed at this moment.
Visible curses gushed out from the cracks, twisting and wriggling in the void like living tentacles. Wherever they passed, space groaned under the weight, and the air was corroded into dark holes.
“Genesis—” He casually threw the blindfold on the ground, took out the blood-stained cigarette from his pocket, and casually held it between his lips.
"Destruction equation, activation confirmed."
The moment he turned around with his hands in his pockets, everyone's consciousness was suddenly and forcibly pulled away.
The last thing they saw was the emptiness flowing from the woman's hollow eye sockets, and the cracks in space caused by her turning around. And the cigarette, clearly unlit, now strangely glowed a crimson.
"call--"
With the sound of His brisk breath, the world began to crumble and its foundations tremble.
The sky cracked like a broken mirror, and the earth collapsed amidst a wailing sound. The school building in the distance crumbled like building blocks, and even the air began to distort.
The slight cracking sound was particularly harsh in the silence, and then it was like the first domino falling.
The moment the last fragment of reality fell into darkness, the entire universe fell into absolute silence. There was no light, no sound, no matter, and even the concept of "nothingness" did not exist.
It's like the last second before being formatted, like the moment you wake up from a dream, as if it had never existed.
The world disappeared.
Then, time stood still.
Genesis - Construction begins.
The world began to reassemble itself like a video tape played in reverse. Bricks and stones flew back into the wall, cracks healed in reverse, and all those who had been swallowed by the void were restored to their original state.
But their eyes could not reflect His figure.
He turned away from the crowd, and the cigarette at the corner of his mouth burned without wind, with sparks flickering.
This is the 102,414th Genesis.
The ashes fell to the ground and disappeared before they touched the ground.
It was also the first time He reunited with Hipper.
Don't want to see Him? No problem—He has plenty of time. The waiting time is always long. To kill the boredom, He can reshape the world over and over again, kill Rokugan again and again, until he meets her again.
"My dear, I am not the only reflection of the world, and I am not the only so-called fake."
There is only one true Six Eyes.
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