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“Coming back this late, the food’s already cold.
Were you out fooling around again?”
The moment the door opened, Muraki Ichiro was met with his father’s scolding.
“Say less!”
His mother hurried forward and grabbed his father’s arm.
Then she turned to Muraki Ichiro.
“Ichiro, go eat something first.”
Muraki Ichiro didn’t even turn his head.
He walked straight into his room, leaving behind only a cold sentence.
“No need.
I’m not hungry.”
The door closed, like a barrier cutting him off from his parents.
“You little bastard!
You’ve got some nerve now, huh?”
His father angrily moved to knock on Muraki Ichiro’s door, but his mother tugged at his sleeve.
“Ichiro’s only been back a few days.
Do you want to drive him out again?”
“You’re the one who spoiled him too much.
That’s why he dared to run away from home!”
“I was afraid he’d end up like last time—knocked unconscious in an alley!”
The father violently shook off her hand.
“If you’re afraid, then teach him some sense!
Instead of letting him use ‘loving magical girls’ as an excuse and charging out of the house!”
Their argument reached Muraki Ichiro’s ears, yet he remained indifferent, staring at his empty desk.
Those magical girl goods he once treasured like priceless possessions had mostly vanished under his parents’ handling.
All for the sake of his studies, they said.
How ridiculous.
Only a small portion still lay quietly in the corner.
Perhaps his sudden departure had disrupted his parents’ cleanup, allowing them to escape destruction.
Among them, a chibi figurine of the magical girl Silver Moon caught his attention.
He picked it up and clenched it tightly in his hand.
“What love and justice.
What protecting the city.
All nothing but lies!”
Discontent crept into his words.
As the strength in his hand increased, the figurine shattered into pieces.
At the same time, a layer of cold light slowly surfaced on his arm.
It looked like armor, carrying a metallic texture.
If magical girls really could protect everyone, he wouldn’t have been kidnapped.
He wouldn’t have ended up like this.
Fortunately, after being kidnapped, he had also gained the power to take revenge on Silver Moon.
The parents’ quarrel continued.
Muraki Ichiro impatiently took out a red button and pressed it.
Seriously.
If you love arguing so much, then argue to your heart’s content!
Two invisible threads pierced through the wall and entered his parents’ bodies.
The two who had been blaming each other seemed to have some switch flipped.
The fire in the father’s eyes burned even hotter.
He grabbed his wife’s arm and shoved her toward the sofa.
“You spoiled him so much he doesn’t even want to stay at home!”
Staggering from the push, the mother grabbed a cup from the coffee table and splashed the water onto the father’s face.
“I’m afraid he’ll be kidnapped again!
What about you?
All you do is scold him or hit him.
You don’t deserve to be a father at all!”
Her voice was sharp.
She reached for his collar, her nails digging into his flesh.
The father’s eyes turned red as well.
He slapped her hand away with great force, sending her stumbling into the wall.
“What nonsense are you talking about!
I’m doing it for his own good.
You don’t know a damn thing!”
The argument completely devolved into a physical fight.
Yet Muraki Ichiro’s eyes held no warmth at all.
He pondered, “So this negative-emotion stimulation button does work.
Then why didn’t it turn Kirishima Shiro into a witch?”
Was it because of that blonde girl?
Flona’s figure flashed through Muraki Ichiro’s mind.
But it didn’t matter.
You can dodge the first, but you can’t dodge the fifteenth.
Plan B would be carried out tonight.
I’ll return all the pain I endured—double it—to the magical girl Silver Moon!
Below, fragments of the figurine still lay scattered.
The cold light on his hand reflected off the debris, glaring to the eye.
Just as Muraki Ichiro was vividly imagining Shiro’s miserable death, his phone rang.
“Sacrifice Number One.
Tonight’s Plan B is canceled.”
The voice on the other end sounded urgent.
Shock appeared in Ichiro’s eyes.
“Why?”
“Take the button and run, now!
A special ability user has discovered us—ah!
So scary!”
Before the sentence could finish, it was drowned out by a piercing scream.
Muraki Ichiro frowned deeply.
“Hello?
Hello!
Explain clearly!”
Only the buzzing of static answered him.
No further response came through.
A special ability user?
How could that useless bunch possibly defeat us sacrifices who’ve been modified into monsters?
“Your call is being transferred…”
Suddenly, the busy tone cut off.
A mature voice came through the receiver.
“He can’t talk to you right now.”
As the voice sounded, an unknown fear washed over him.
His heart was suddenly seized by waves of pain, as if being twisted by blades.
Use the button!
A voice echoed from deep within, snapping Muraki Ichiro awake.
He hurriedly pressed the button.
This time, it was used on himself.
Anger diluted the fear.
His eyes turned bloodshot, and armor spread across his entire body.
“Oh?”
Clearly, the person on the other end realized their ability had been neutralized.
Bang!
Muraki Ichiro didn’t hesitate.
He crushed the phone in his hand, slumping back into his chair and gasping for breath like a survivor of disaster.
So close.
So close to death.
Was this really the same kind of special ability user who couldn’t even light a cigarette properly?
How could someone possess such terrifying power?
“Don’t move!
Police!”
“Why are you fighting?
Stop it right now!”
Sounds of his parents being pinned to the ground came from outside the door.
The police had arrived.
Faced with the police, Muraki Ichiro was fearless.
What truly made him wary was that unidentified special ability user.
Although he had barely neutralized the opponent’s ability just now, if that ability wasn’t the limit, he had no desire to experience near death again.
He had to run—now!
Muraki Ichiro reacted quickly.
He smashed the window and leapt down from the fourth floor, disappearing into the darkness.
The old man taking out the trash nearby was so frightened he thought he’d seen someone flying through the air.
“Mr. Yu, should we pursue?”
With the piercing sound of breaking glass, an officer was the first to burst into the room.
Seeing only the shattered window left behind and Muraki Ichiro already gone, he urgently reported through the radio.
“He’s a bit strange.
It’d be best to keep eyes on him, but prioritize safety.”
With that, the radio cut off.
Other officers entered the room.
One of them said in astonishment, “Someone actually managed to escape from ‘Death Call.’”
“‘Death Call’?
You mean Mr. Yu?”
The first officer looked confused.
“I remember during the kidnapping case, no one died from Mr. Yu’s call.”
Back then, the two special ability users had only been knocked unconscious.
“You forgot—you’re new.
That’s right, ‘Death Call’ is Mr. Yu’s nickname.
He held back during the kidnapping case.
This time, there was no reason to.”
The veteran officer explained with a sigh.
Who would have thought that the hostage rescued in the last kidnapping case would be turned into a monster?
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