Chapter 118
The one who flatters the master... Fox Spirit?
It wasn't just spiritual energy; there was even a familiar aura of a contract.
This guy is a Saniwa (Master).
Fuyuki easily came to this conclusion.
She's even a Saniwa whose contract hasn't been broken yet.
However, the government values the Saniwa the most, and each one of them is a rare combatant. How could this guy suddenly and inexplicably come to this world?
Dongshu frowned.
Moreover, they were coerced by the despicable system.
Yes, coercion.
The moment Fuyuki recognized his colleague, he was convinced that Kusaka Nae had been coerced.
Skilled use of swords, unpredictable and sudden changes in every movement, and that faint, mechanical sound...
Fuyuki picked up Kusaka Nae, but her small frame couldn't support the body of this colleague who seemed to be a fighter. She stumbled and lost her balance.
"Idiot, why are you being so stubborn?" Edogawa Ranpo came to Fuyuki's side and helped her up, then squatted down and patted her head, puzzled. "Just find someone else, and besides..."
He narrowed his eyes: "Someone will be looking for her soon, so it's best not to move her around unnecessarily."
Dongshu was gently putting it down when she heard this, and paused for a moment before saying, "Okay."
It's a relief that someone is handling this matter.
She was exhausted; her body was practically drained of energy.
Aside from drawing spiritual energy from the original body to replenish it, there's really no way to restore it in a short time.
Dongshu closed his eyes. In this state, he felt even weaker than when he used to run in the snow.
Just as I was relaxing, the stray dog that had been gone for a short while returned.
[Little winter tree.]
The tiny paper figure skillfully landed on the little Saniwa's head, along with a familiar-looking fox.
"Huh, a fox—"
Fuyuki froze, then, with one eye suddenly brightening, took the Ramune soda that appeared out of nowhere from Kitsunenosuke's back.
"Lord Fuyuki! Waaaaah, I've finally seen you..." Kitsune-no-suke cried and sobbed, the whole fox rushing into her arms without stopping for a moment, sobbing and looking so pitiful.
[Little Ranpo likes Ramune soda.] The little stray dog has a certain understanding of everyone in the world.
【clear. 】
"Kitsunenosuke, what brings you here?"
Fuyuki readily handed the Ramune soda to Edogawa Ranpo.
Kitsune-no-suke blinked his big eyes and buried his head in his arms again, continuing to cuddle affectionately: "Of course it's because I want to meet Fuyuki-sama, and I also brought a new mission with me!"
"The first thing you did after learning to be cute was to use this trick on me," Fuyuki said with a laugh, flicking its head. "You've been with me the whole time, haven't you?"
The main body remained in the citadel, but did not go anywhere else.
"Waaah." The little fox's eyes were brimming with tears as it gently wagged its tail, its fluffy fur pressing against its cheeks.
The little guy, who had apparently learned the art of charming the master from someone, whimpered and touched the little master's head again, then casually slapped the little paper doll away with a paw.
The stray dog that braked suddenly: "?"
He touched his own deformed vessel, put his hands on his hips and looked at the furry creature rubbing against the winter tree.
He immediately spoke up: "Little Winter Tree, put it down. Let's catch up later; the mission is more important."
Fuyuki rubbed his fluffy head: 【Okay.】
She put it down.
Kitsune-no-Suke's paw suddenly touched the ground. It raised its head in confusion, and upon seeing the paper figure smirking nearby, it sniffled, its voice trembling with a weak sob: "Aruji-sama..."
Fuyuki, who was already checking on Kusaka Nae again, didn't notice her sudden outburst and asked without turning around, "What's wrong?"
Kitsune-no-suke choked for a moment, then helplessly restrained himself: "...What I meant was that I haven't told you about our mission yet."
Fuyuki confirmed that Kusaka Nae was not in mortal danger, but she also could not find the data fluid that was the culprit.
When Kitsunenosuke offered to take on the task, she was delighted: "Okay, go ahead."
Who knows, there might be something in politics that could help her.
"Please look here."
After finishing the applicator, Kitsune-no-Suke quickly got to work, ringing the bell on its chest. With a clear sound, a transparent screen was projected in front of its eyes.
"This is the entity that was found in historical time and space and is called the 'system'."
The transparent data fluid had no specific shape. It struggled desperately on the screen, but it was covered with runes and an array of spiritual energy was added to it, leaving it with no way to escape.
"The Origin Department is working overtime on research and has recently discovered that many Saniwa are being interfered with by this thing. It's not just invading the Saniwa themselves, but also the mission worlds they are responsible for." Kitsunenosuke said solemnly, "Now we can be sure that these guys' goal is to seize the world's origin and destiny."
Fuyuki, crouching down, propped her chin on her hand and looked at the screen. After a moment of silence, she asked, "We already know all that you've said. Is there any new information?"
Surely you can't see anything useful in the political arena, right? Is it all just superficial stuff?
What is the system's solution?
How can we prevent more people from being targeted by them?
So how exactly can the world be made completely stable?
...
There are too many questions that need to be answered.
The purpose of the Saniwa (a powerful being) coming to other worlds is to complete missions and stabilize the world, so the direction of current affairs research should also be in this regard.
Upon hearing this, Kitsunenosuke raised his head proudly and said, "Yes, of course there are."
Suddenly excited, its voice became high-pitched.
"First of all, the system selects mostly young men and women around 20 years old, and these men and women always have some special qualities in terms of spirit or wealth."
"Most importantly, all of these humans are already dead. These strange systems use the conditions for resurrection to make the hosts cooperate in completing tasks, and finally invade the minds of these people, turning them into the system's puppets."
"That's the general process."
Kitsune-no-suke extends his paw and swipes the screen.
The struggling data flow changes, and a detailed flowchart appears before your eyes.
"The entire technical process involves selecting those who meet the criteria and can be utilized, then allowing them to enter the target world under your responsibility, and finally selecting individuals with strong luck as the host."
"Whether it's falling in love or becoming family, their goal is to bring the chosen host and the carrier of destiny closer together, and to eliminate the barriers between different worlds."
"The systems can then use the host as the starting point and the air carrier as the breach to achieve their ultimate goal: to devour the world."
"...Devour?" The familiar words reminded Fuyuki of something, and she murmured softly, "That guy also devoured his own kind."
Dazai Ming's system, by devouring the system in the basement's alternate dimension, granted Dazai Ming even greater power.
Suddenly transforming from a delicate support type into a headstrong combat type... that's truly impressive.
"Devour its own kind?" Kitsune-no-suke heard this keenly. It twitched its ears and said with a serious expression, "Lord Fuyuki, have you discovered any new information? Please be sure to tell me."
Fuyuki blinked: "After we were attacked, a system devoured our dead kin and then seemed to gain some new abilities, making its hosts even more powerful."
Most importantly, it becomes even more powerful after absorbing.
Kitsune-no-suke nodded thoughtfully: "I understand. I will report and compile the information."
Then, it obediently wagged its tail: "Master, in battle, intelligence is a deadly asset."
Fuyuki understood this principle.
"...Is it really okay to teach children bad things like this?" A soft voice suddenly interrupted.
Fuyuki lowered his head as if sensing something, and happened to meet Kusaka Nae's fully awake eyes.
The girl winked playfully at her: "Hello, little colleague."
"Hello..." Fuyuki was still a little stunned. The guy who was completely unconscious just now was suddenly talking to him in this way.
She was genuinely surprised.
Fuyuki suddenly turned around and looked at Edogawa Ranpo.
Edogawa Ranpo looked up at the marbles in the Ramune soda, then looked away again: "That's why I said it's best not to move her."
The famous detective picked up a bottle of Ramune soda and chugdredged it up in one go.
If he reflexively plunges a knife into the moving stranger, wouldn't his poor friend just end up with a hole in his body?
Fuyuki sighed, "I know."
Kusaka Nae got up from the ground, stretched, and sighed, "It's been so long since I've felt this relaxed. That damn thing..."
As she spoke, a wisp of blue data fluid suddenly appeared in her palm, accompanied by a swirling stream of transparent spiritual energy.
Kusaka Nae raised an eyebrow at Fuyuki, indicating, "Look, aren't you utterly pathetic? You've schemed against me for so long, manipulated me for so long. You've been trying to control me completely, but now you've failed."
Her tone carried a hint of mockery: "...How pathetic and tragic, sigh, it's just that the ability isn't enough~"
As a combat judge, her favorite thing was to wield a knife and fight bloody battles with other swords on the battlefield.
The enemy's blood and ash drifted across his skin, the chilling stench of blood filling his nostrils. He fought the enemy with his sword, but the enemy broke free...
All of these are things a samurai is obsessed with.
But this strange self-proclaimed system obliterated all her potential for combat, turning her into a weak being unable to wield a sword... a complete denial.
The honor and spirit of the samurai are completely negated.
Nae Kusaka took a deep breath. It wasn't that she looked down on weak women, but that wasn't the kind of woman she truly wanted to be. Being forced to become like that, and only for the sake of others... she was furious.
However, this initial moment of carelessness allowed his soul to be ensnared by this demonic and fragile thing.
She wanted to break free, she wanted to capture, she wanted to strangle.
She wants what she truly deserves back in her own hands!
But how exactly can the system separate from her? Of course, it's when the host dies.
Kusaka Nae smiled and held out the blue data fluid in her hand, asking, "Little fox, do you need this?"
Kitsune-no-suke shivered and quickly hid behind Fuyuki, his voice trembling as he stammered, "Ugh... I... I don't need it."
What a terrifying aura!
Dongshu didn't seem to feel anything, and she helplessly advised, "Please don't scare it."
Nae Kusaka smiled sweetly, her pink appearance giving her a naturally harmless look.
Tilting her head slightly, then widening her eyes, she looked innocent and adorable: "Eh? Gomenase... red bean paste, pfft, hahahahahahahahahaha..."
Nae Kusaka laughed loudly.
“This state is really not suitable for me,” she said, crushing the ball in her hand with one hand and brushing her hair aside with the other.
Immediately afterwards, the pink eyes turned and landed on Edogawa Ranpo.
She said, "Do you need me to kill it for you, little colleague?"
[Author's Note]
Just a minute, there's one more chapter. Let me write and write... [splitting emoji]
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