Magician in Type-Moon

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sh*t!

Kurami Ryuka was completely stunned, and kept cursing.

It took him a while to calm himself down.

For him, the most important thing now is to find Matou Ike's body.

In his right eye, all he saw of the future was Matou Pond being swallowed up by the shockwave from the explosion; the rest of the scene was just black.

With such an outrageous thing happening before his eyes, he began to doubt whether the explosion had actually killed that man.

"Fxxk!"

......

"Is that what they call Up? You're crazy."

Aozaki Touko stared at the building floating in the air, speechless.

"There's no other way but to do things that defy common sense in order to avoid being detected by future vision and having all the images seen."

"That's what Matouchi replied."

The idea of ​​a building weighing thousands of tons flying in the sky only exists in fantasy.

But it is precisely because it is fantasy that it is truly based on heterodox doctrines.

The unobservability of external paths is precisely the biggest weakness of both the ability to determine and predict the future.

"Well, I can understand, considering it's this kind of guy." Orange pouted. "How long can your bugs and spider silk last?"

Bringing fantasy into reality comes at an extremely high price.

The price Matouchi paid was the lives of the insects.

Between the foundation and the walls, the insects act as a thread, and the floating barrier serves as a tray, suspending this colossal object in mid-air, maintaining a brief balance.

This approach is practically challenging the laws of nature with extreme precision; even the slightest mistake could cause the entire building to collapse.

Matou Ike glanced down at the swarm of insects that was gradually losing its vitality, and a helpless smile appeared on her face:

"It won't last long, maybe three minutes."

Aozaki Touko raised an eyebrow: "Three minutes? I thought it would only last thirty seconds at most."

"I am an insect tamer. Insect breeding is my main business. How could I not even last thirty seconds?"

Matou Ike shrugged and replied.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have completely forgotten that you're an insect user. What kind of insect user can use such fluent grand magic and chant at such a high speed?"

Aozaki Touko complained.

Matou Ike smiled helplessly and replied:

"Isn't it necessary to occasionally cross over into other fields? Being a bug wielder doesn't mean you can only stay in the bug hive and deal with bugs. This world is so dangerous, I need to be able to do things in an all-around way."

Aozaki Touko glanced at him sideways and said indifferently, "All-around stance? You'd better be careful not to exhaust yourself one day."

After a few seconds of silence, Orange spoke again:

"How long are you going to hold me like this, Mr. Matou?"

"Miss Orange, can't you see that I'm no longer able to move? This body is completely frozen. So, the cleanup is now in your hands."

Matou Ike felt somewhat helpless as the doll exploded.

He forcibly activated the inherent time control, and he was already in a state of inherent time control.

At four times the speed, in that instant, his speed almost reached the speed of sound.

The cost of all this is that the flow of blood, the burning of hemoglobin, and the time required for muscle tissue to start and finish moving are all accelerated by "sixteen times".

The effect of transcending time is that the turbulent flow of time repeatedly washes over the physical body.

After hearing Matou Ike's answer, Touko looked up at him and frowned slightly.

This guy is really a troublemaker.

She had no choice but to reach out and trace a few runes in the air before breaking free from Matouchi's embrace.

The surrounding magic surged as these symbols were completed.

However, Matou Ike's stiffness only eased slightly, and his physical condition had exceeded the limits of what conventional recovery methods could achieve.

However, this guy's body was stiff, but he was holding on quite tightly.

Orange shook her head and pulled out a broom that she had somehow gotten her hands on, the kind used by cleaning ladies.

She then easily stepped onto the broom, and the broom, carrying the orange, floated slowly into the air.

The scene was somewhat comical—a magician riding a broom used for cleaning.

She couldn't help but sigh softly, "What an incredibly boring day."

Turning to look at Matou Ike lying on the ground, she narrowed her eyes: "Hey, Matou. Can you hear me? Don't fall asleep, it would be too stupid to just die like this."

As soon as she finished speaking, Orange, along with her broom, soared into the sky and began cleaning up the mess floating in the air.

Chapter 271 The Great Adventure to Find the "Corpse" at Matou Pond

Without a word, Orange steered her broom and, like a shooting star, hurtled toward the enormous building floating in mid-air.

This building, which should have stood firmly on the ground, is now teetering on the brink of collapse under Matouike's control.

As the broom flew at high speed, the wind howled in the night sky, and Orange's clothes fluttered in the wind, reflecting her firm and calm expression.

She looked down at the dilapidated buildings below, where debris, dust, and chaos swirled like a vortex.

The puppets controlled by Matou Ike still swayed in the wind in mid-air, like ghosts on this crumbling ruin.

The embers of the bomb were still flickering, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

"What a headache." Orange squinted, a slight smile playing on her lips. "But cleaning up messes is one of my specialties."

She raised her right hand, her fingertips rapidly drawing intricate runes in the air, and magic gushed forth like a spring.

These runes intertwined in the air like a woven net, forming a strong wind field created by the interwoven air currents.

As the force field formed, the building's buoyancy gradually stabilized, and it stopped swaying randomly.

Orange hovered in mid-air, riding her broom, her eyes fixed on the spider silk that suspended the entire building in mid-air.

With a flick of her finger, magic rapidly gathered, manifesting several dazzling runes.

“Sever these spider webs, and this ‘flying house’ will land smoothly.” She muttered to herself, her tone tinged with a nonchalant ease.

She wasn't worried about the building collapsing, since she had already set up sufficiently strong runes to cushion the impact.

The only thing that needs to be dealt with is the spider silk supported by the swarms of insects in Matou Pond.

She swiftly waved her hand, runes shooting from her fingertips like sharp blades.

The incredibly tough spider silk snapped with a slight crack the moment it touched the rune.

The spider silk snapped, the building shuddered slightly, and began to slowly sink.

"It was such a miraculous scene that it rekindled my passion for magic."

Orange shook her head and sighed softly.

......

"I can't find it, I can't find it..."

Kurami Ryuka's voice carried a hint of impatience, clearly indicating that his patience was nearing its limit.

The building suspended in the sky seemed to shatter his sense of control over the future, gradually amplifying the unease in his heart.

Under his control, the eyeball familiar, like a headless fly, kept searching through the ruins, trying to find the location of Matou Ike's body.

To realize the future reflected in his right eye, he must find Matou Ike's body.

However, no matter how hard they searched, all they found was wreckage and a desolate scene.

"This is impossible...it shouldn't be wrong!"

He had calculated the entire plan countless times, and every step should be precise.

The explosion of the bomb should have ended all variables in that instant, burying Matouchi and Touko.

But now, what exactly is going on with those buildings flying in the sky?

This shouldn't have been in his predictions at all!

Kurami Ryuka gritted her teeth in anger!

What would it mean if someone could bypass observation and break the outcome he foresaw? He dared not think any further.

This means that he is not the "Kami" who can control everything!

If I can't become a "Kami", then what is the meaning of these twelve years of my life?

They deliberately run away from home, deliberately withdraw from society, and deliberately cut off their lives.

What has sustained him to this point is his invincible eyes.

But now you're telling him that these eyes are just ordinary stuff on the mystical side?

This is absolutely unacceptable!

The twelve-year-old boy, suffering from angst, roared in his cramped rented room, his hands gripping the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Meanwhile, the Eyeball Familiar crawled through the ruins, whimpering and groaning.

Suddenly, he saw a beam of light.

"What it is?"

Kurami Ryukatsu manipulated the eyeball familiar to "raise its eyes" and look up at the sky.

The Eyeball Familiar's pupils contracted.

"Witch?"

wtf?