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Chapter 9
The concrete slab she was leaning against shattered abruptly with a crisp crack.
Countless sharp stone fragments splattered and flew in all directions, and one of them fiercely struck her back.
Sana‘s body stiffened, the brilliance in her eyes instantly dissipated, and she lost consciousness. 【Time Stop】
In an instant, Mo Chen instinctively activated time stop.
The flying debris suddenly froze in mid-air, as if a pause button had been pressed.
In this static chaos, he saw Yukikaze‘s body flying backward out of control.
She had clearly fallen to a disadvantage in the clash with the monster, and her entire body slammed like a cannonball toward the concrete slab position Sana had previously been leaning against. Mo Chen gritted his teeth, grabbed the unconscious Sana, and dragged her into the corridor with all his might.
The time stop effect suddenly vanished. 【Time resumes flow】
The final second of the time stop was exhausted at the critical moment of imminent peril.
Mo Chen leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, and placed the unconscious Sana by the corridor wall.
The moment time resumed flowing, the debris poured down like a heavy rainstorm, heavily smashing into the spot where they had just been. Amid the billowing smoke and dust, he caught sight of Yukikaze‘s figure being buried under the ruins, her life or death unknown.
And what was even more heart-pounding was that the monster was pacing with heavy steps, approaching their direction. There was no other way.
【wonderland magic cake】
An exquisite cream cake appeared out of thin air in Mo Chen‘s hand, with the words ‐Eat Me‐ written in jam on the snow-white cake body.
This fairytale-esque dessert formed an absurd contrast with the shattered ruins around it. It was a pity there was no audience left.
Mo Chen shoved the cake into his mouth without hesitation, swallowing it almost ravenously. It is time for the hero to make an appearance.
Mo Chen felt his entire body wrapped in a warm glow, and dazzling radiance surged out from within him.
At the same time, a beam of intense light suddenly struck the monster’s path forward, instantly illuminating the entire space into a pale whiteness. The advancing monster abruptly stopped its footsteps, instinctively raising its forelimbs to block the blinding light.
At that very moment, a huge impact fiercely struck its body. Boom!
The monster’s massive body was heavily blasted away, plowing a deep trench in the ruins.
As the light gradually dissipated, a red and blue giant of light stood majestically among the ruins, blocking the front of the monster. The monster struggled to prop up its upper body, the scarlet light in its compound eyes flashing violently for the first time, revealing unprecedented shock and suspicion. Mo Chen lowered his head to look down at the once-fearsome monster; at this moment, from the giant’s perspective, the opponent no longer appeared massive.
He felt the top of his head almost touching the venue’s ceiling, and abundant power surged through all his limbs and bones. ‐Come on.‐
Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Chen would not give the monster a chance to get up.
His left arm quickly crossed in front of his chest, and his right arm stood upright, striking a classic L-shaped stance. A brilliant stream of light instantly surged out from between his arms.
Chapter 18: Light
A huge roar echoed through the venue, and the moment the light beam hit the monster, it burst into countless fragments, with flesh and blood scattering like raindrops. Mo Chen was momentarily stunned, immediately pulling back his stance.
After transforming into a giant, all combat skills seemed to be inherently mastered. He lowered his head to overlook the battlefield before him.
The monster had turned into a puddle of scarlet mud, shattered flesh mixed with broken bones, obviously dead beyond doubt. The monster that had previously displayed astonishing resilience under Yukikaze‘s attacks was now as vulnerable as paper.
This didn’t even last three full minutes; this couldn’t even be considered a warmup. The strength of the giant of light seemed to far exceed his expectations. ‐Huh?‐
A suppressed cry of pain came from the ruins.
Mo Chen turned his head to look, seeing Yukikaze lying among the gravel, her injuries obviously not light.
Her combat uniform was damaged in multiple places, exposing the bleeding wounds underneath. He raised his giant hand, and a gentle radiance sprinkled down onto Yukikaze.
Where the light reached, her wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even her damaged combat uniform returned to its original state.
Yukikaze slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw the giant of light before her, she instinctively tensed her body: ‐Are you… a new enemy?‐
Her gaze immediately caught sight of the pile of monster remains not far away, a trace of confusion flashing in her eyes. Mo Chen did not answer.
He reined in the light in his hands, his massive body turning into a stream of light, instantly flying out through the damaged gate of the anime convention. Yukikaze: ‐Wait!‐
She leapt out of the ruins, closely pursuing the receding light.
The stream of light shuttled flexibly among tall buildings, the halo around it cleverly concealing its tracks, making it difficult for pedestrians on the street to notice.
Yukikaze quickly donned a spare black robe to hide her figure, vaulting over walls among the buildings and biting closely after that light. But human speed was ultimately no match for light.
Mo Chen‘s figure paused slightly in mid-air, accelerating slightly to easily leave Yukikaze behind as he plunged into the thick clouds. Yukikaze chased to the edge of the rooftop, the hem of her black coat flapping loudly in the wind.
She gazed at the already desolate sky, slowly stopping her footsteps, her fingertips unconsciously tightening around the railing. The clouds flowed slowly, leaving no trace of light whatsoever.
Mo Chen, who was well-versed in various plots, knew very well that if his identity as a human host were exposed, being sent to a laboratory for dissection and research would be the lightest consequence.
Even if the other party was the self-proclaimed righteous Taimanin, in this comprehensive anime world, he didn’t dare guarantee they wouldn’t pull off some crazy stunt. ‐Mmm… What is this?‐
Sana slowly opened her eyes, touching the back of her head in confusion: ‐Did you save me?‐
She rubbed the spot that was still aching faintly, yet discovered that there wasn’t even the slightest trace of a wound on her body. ‐Has that monster been dealt with?‐
Sana looked toward the startling pool of blood in the center of the exhibition hall, her eyes lighting up as she grabbed her camera and walked toward that pile of mangled remains.
She showed not the slightest fear toward this bloody scene, instead focusing on adjusting the lens angle, shooting back and forth among the dismembered corpses as if recording some precious archaeological discovery.
‐You really have big nerves.‐
Mo Chen glanced over at the pile of minced meat emitting a putrid stench, and said casually.
Clots of congealed blood were scattered all over the ground like gravel in a riverbed, thoroughly dismembered. Sana suddenly shouted: ‐Come take a look at this.‐
Hearing this, Mo Chen walked over, only to see her taking pictures of an object about the size of a human head that was still faintly pulsing. That thing looked like a heart.
He had clearly confirmed in the form of the giant of light that the monster was dead through and through, so how could there still be a heart left over? Don’t tell me it’s going to play a resurrection match or enter a second phase!
Sana bent down to examine that bizarre heart, and asked in a low voice: ‐Do you think… this thing is still alive?‐
‐If it’s still alive, it’s best to stay away,‐ Mo Chen reminded, ‐Wait for the professionals to handle it.‐ ‐Puff, ugh!‐
Before he could finish speaking, the heart suddenly exploded, and green liquid splattered everywhere. So it wasn’t a resurrection, just a corpse explosion.
Mo Chen‘s trouser cuffs and Sana‘s hem were instantly stained with filth, and even the camera lens was not spared. ‐Ew, gross.‐
Sana frowned and clicked her tongue, hastily pulling out a tissue to carefully wipe the lens. The liquid was not viscous, like water, yet exceptionally difficult to wipe clean.
‐It looks like we have to go to the restroom to wash the camera properly,‐ Sana sighed helplessly. ‐Can you wash a camera directly with water?‐ Mo Chen asked.
‐It’s waterproof.‐ Sana lowered her head to sniff the green liquid on her clothes, slightly furrowing her brow. ‐This smell is really weird, do you want to go clean up too?‐
‐We are outside right now,‐ Mo Chen reminded, ‐Do you have spare clothes to change into after you wash up?‐
‐Kitagawa brought several sets to the anime convention, she won’t mind if I borrow one to wear.‐ Sana said, suddenly remembering something, ‐Right, where is Kitagawa now?‐
‐I had her wait in a safe place, and I was just about to go pick her up.‐
Sana‘s gaze fell on his stained trouser cuffs: ‐Although Kitagawa won’t care about such trivial matters, do you plan to go see her looking like this?‐
‐Let’s tidy up a bit, and I can also find a suitable pair of pants for you to change into.‐ Mo Chen: ‐It doesn’t matter if I’m a bit dirty.‐
Sana suddenly stepped half a step closer, her voice lowering with a hint of teasing: ‐Don’t be so nonchalant, isn’t it good to leave a good impression on her? I’m helping you create an opportunity here.‐
Mo Chen: ‐Uh…‐
Her cheeks flushed with an unnatural drunk red, ‐We haven’t known each other long, but toward Kitagawa, do you really have no feelings at all?‐
Kitagawa’s plump hips clad in blue and white striped underpants—the image uncontrollably surfaced in Mo Chen‘s mind, and the memory of taking pictures of her in the stairwell earlier caused a trace of strange palpitation to sweep across his heart.
Sana keenly captured the change in his expression, immediately pressing her advantage: ‐Look, you do have feelings for her, right? Great personality, and a great body too.‐
Sana: ‐If you could stuff it in, it would definitely feel super comfortable.‐
These words were unexpectedly heart-fluttering, but Mo Chen clearly sensed that Sana‘s state was not quite right. Her words exuded an unnatural excitement, and a peculiar scent seemed to permeate the surrounding air.
Mo Chen gently sniffed; the scent was not unpleasant, but rather carried a hint of strange sweet fragrance, making his heartbeat uncontrollably speed up.
Mo Chen lowered his head to look at his damp trouser cuffs; the source of that strange scent seemed to come precisely from this green water stain soaking through his clothes. He involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
‐Let’s… go clean up first.‐
‐Right, right, since it’s your first time here, you definitely don’t know where the restroom is.‐
Sana broke into an excessively bright smile, the whole person seemingly suddenly relaxing.
She unceremoniously grabbed Mo Chen‘s arm, almost half-coercively pulling him forward.
Chapter 19: Three-Person Performance
‐Wait, aren’t we washing the camera? The tap is outside—what are you dragging me here for?‐
Mo Chen was unceremoniously dragged into a women’s restroom stall by Sana.
The cramped space was filled with a strange odor mixed with disinfectant and that sweet, cloying scent. As Sana reversed her hand to latch the door lock, a crisp ‐clack‐ echoed inside the stall.
She suddenly followed by stepping half a step forward, bending over to support the toilet tank, her breathing noticeably becoming rapid.
‐Give it to me quickly—‐ She raised her head, her pupils slightly unfocused. ‐?‐
Facing this sudden demand, Mo Chen was momentarily dumbfounded.
‐Hurry up. Stuff it in.‐
Sana panted hurriedly, her hands trembling as she unbuttoned her clothes.
The outer garment stained with green filth slid to the ground, revealing the thin underwear underneath. She haphazardly stripped off her underpants, and the clothes piled up messily in the corner.
‐Please… there’s no one else right now… I can’t hold back anymore.‐
‐I agree—‐
That pair of water-misted eyes, the messy scattered clothes, and the smooth, jade-like body.
Everything before him, for Mo Chen who was at an age of hot-blooded vigor, required no extra words to know what should be done.
Mo Chen‘s breathing paused slightly; he definitely wouldn’t back down at this moment.
‐Mmm… I can feel it—‐
Sana Kurauchi bit her lower lip tightly, a trace of tears flashing at the corner of her eyes, ‐All of it—‐
【Sana Kurauchi crossed the boundary of innocence. Favorability + 1】
【The master merely charged slightly, and Sana Kurauchi was already utterly defeated. Favorability + 5】
【Sana Kurauchi and the master successfully mingled like water and milk at the same moment, Favorability + 1】
‐Clearly it’s the first time… why does it feel so comfortable?‐
‐No. It’s too fast. It clearly just started, and yet…‐
‐Clack, clack.‐
Crisp footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, the unknown intruder causing the air to instantly freeze.
Sana‘s pupils shrank violently, subconsciously raising her sweat-covered palms to tightly cover her mouth and nose, fearing that the suppressed rapid panting deep in her throat would leak out even a fraction.
A rough flushing sound of ‐whoosh‐ came from the neighboring stall.
Almost simultaneously, a crisp cell phone ringtone rang out from the pocket of Sana‘s jacket discarded at her feet. In this silent stall, the ringtone appeared exceptionally piercing.
Sana bit her lower lip tightly, enduring Mo Chen behind her as she bent over with difficulty.
With the bending motion, she involuntarily tightened her body, making Mo Chen feel a wave of strain. She extended her slightly trembling fingers, groping among that pile of messy clothes.
When her fingertips finally touched the glowing screen, the caller ID clearly reflected the name ‐Kitagawa Marin‐.
Kitagawa Marin?
Mo Chen instinctively felt for his own pocket, only to find that his phone had long since automatically shut down and gone black due to a dead battery.
Oh no.
Too much time had passed; the hypnotized Kitagawa had already woken up.
Sana‘s trembling fingertips swiped across the answer button, and Kitagawa’s clear voice came simultaneously from outside the door and through the earpiece:
‐Sana? Where did you go? Have you already gone back?‐
This dual sound made Mo Chen‘s heart skip a beat.
Before the voice on the other end of the phone could finish, the stall door panel was suddenly knocked on. ‐Sana? Is that you inside?‐
Kitagawa’s voice sounded again through the door panel, even clearer than in the phone earpiece.
The person outside was precisely Kitagawa, not knowing whether it was good news or bad news.
‐I’m inside—‐
Sana‘s voice carried distinct panting, her breathing extremely unstable.
Kitagawa immediately asked with concern: ‐What’s wrong with your voice? It sounds a bit off.‐
‐My body just feels a little unwell…‐ Sana barely responded.
Mo Chen felt it was time to end, and was just preparing to withdraw, unexpectedly only halfway out when Sana perceived his intention, backhanding to tightly grab his wrist and shaking her head silently.
‐Are you really okay?‐ Kitagawa’s voice was filled with worry, ‐Were you hurt by the monster during the filming just now? Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?‐
At this moment, the door lock emitted a soft ‐click‐ sound.
Sana strained to turn her body, pulling the restroom door open a slit, poking out only half her head.
Her cheeks were red, her temples still bearing fine beads of sweat, yet she forced a smile: ‐It really is fine, look, aren’t I doing well here?‐
Kitagawa looked at Sana‘s flushed cheeks and breathed a sigh of relief: ‐Seeing that you are safe and sound, I can rest assured.‐
She immediately remembered something and asked: ‐Right, where is Mo Chen?‐
‐I remember he evacuated together with me, but later somehow ended up in the stairwell, and now his shadow is completely gone.‐
Sana let out a soft breath, explaining in a natural tone: ‐Probably because he was frightened just now, causing his memory to be a bit chaotic.‐
‐After Mo Chen safely escorted you to the stairwell, he came to find me. After the monster was dealt with, I had him go back first, you don’t need to specifically look for him.‐
She paused, then added: ‐He didn’t deliberately leave you behind alone.‐
‐Is that so?‐ Kitagawa tilted her head, not harboring too much suspicion toward Sana‘s statement.
Sana seized the opportunity to make a request: ‐Also, my clothes were all stained in the chaos, could I trouble you to go to the booth and help me get a set of replacement clothes?‐
‐I remember our booth was basically undamaged.‐
Kitagawa: ‐But my size won’t fit you very well, right?‐
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Sana‘s face: ‐Even if it doesn’t fit well, we can make do with it.‐
