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All that remained was an absolute submission, a near-reverence.
And a completely ignited, raging frenzy.
This man not only possesses world-changing technology, but also the means to see through people's hearts.
What he gave her always exceeded her imagination.
It also precisely struck at her deepest desires.
Chapter Thirty: The Severed Past, the Rebirth of Fangs
The newborn queen announced her birth with the wails of her enemies.
Saeko Sonozaki, now known as Kamen Rider Metsubou, stands silently on the battlefield that Su Chen created for her.
The smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, and the cold touch of metal seeped through the armor, keeping her perfectly alert.
This strength, this determination, did not come from nowhere.
Her thoughts drifted back to that equally decisive night.
That moment when she personally severed the past—
When Saeko Sonozaki stepped into that mansion, which was filled with a musty atmosphere and an invisible pressure, her entire aura had undergone a complete transformation.
The air still seemed to carry the lingering sweet scent of yesterday's cream, but now only a suffocating heaviness remained.
If she was previously a cold queen who sat high on her throne, looking down on all living beings, with an aloofness that kept people at arm's length.
At this moment, she is a tyrant wielding a blood-stained butcher's knife, about to personally cleanse her own corrupt territory, her eyes burning with an unyielding will.
Her every step, though on the thick carpet, seemed to resonate with the heartbeats of everyone present.
Repressed.
Dull.
Behind her, step by step, like an inescapable shadow, closely followed the expressionless, vacant-eyed battle doll—Kujou Aya.
The existence of Kujo Aya is itself a silent declaration, announcing the subversion of a certain order.
Without the slightest hesitation, she walked straight through the long corridor and into the living room that had witnessed countless family plots.
The atmosphere inside the living room was even more oppressive than the dark clouds outside the mansion.
Sonozaki Kirihiko was standing in the center of the living room, being subjected to a fierce and stern reprimand from Sonozaki Ryubei because of the attack and severe damage that had occurred to the museum's factory by an unknown force.
"waste!"
Ryubei Sonozaki's voice boomed like thunder in the living room, causing the antique ornaments to tremble slightly.
"You can't even keep an eye on a mere factory! You've completely disgraced the Sonozaki family, ruining the prestige we've built up over decades!"
His anger was so intense it seemed to set the air ablaze.
"Father, I..."
Sonozaki Kirihiko's face was ashen, his lips trembling as he tried to explain, but he found that any words he uttered were futile in the face of his father's thunderous rage.
He was speechless, and a fine layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
"enough."
A clear yet undeniably authoritative voice cut through their tense conversation like a sharp blade, instantly freezing the tense atmosphere in the living room.
Sonozaki Saeko slowly walked in.
Her high heels clicked on the polished marble floor, producing a clear and rhythmic sound, each click seeming to announce the end of an old era.
Her gaze was cold and contemptuous, as if she were looking at an eyesore of waste, as she indifferently swept over her nominal fiancé.
“Father, you don’t need to blame him for such a trivial matter.”
Her words were calm, yet carried a chilling undertone.
"Because there's absolutely no need to waste words on a piece of trash that's about to be completely disposed of."
"Saeko! What do you mean by that?!"
Sonozaki Kirihiko was taken aback at first, then seemed to have been greatly insulted, and roared in shock and anger, a sickly flush rising on his pale face.
"Isn't my meaning clear enough?"
Saeko walked up to him, slightly raised her chin, and looked down at the man who had once been her equal and even suppressed her.
"You not only failed to protect the factory that Father entrusted to you, but also caused the family to suffer huge losses."
Her voice was clear and cold, each word piercing Wu Yan's heart like an ice pick.
“Even in the subsequent direct battle against the invaders, you were utterly defeated and fled in a sorry state. You are not worthy of possessing the 'Nazca' Memory; that power in your hands is a defilement of it. You are even less worthy to be my husband, Sonosaki Saeko’s husband.”
She paused, her contempt growing even stronger.
"So, it's time for you to leave the stage."
"you dare!"
Driven to the brink, Sonozaki Kirihiko resembled a wounded wild beast, a hint of hysterical madness flashing in his eyes.
His dignity was trampled on and his future was denied, which caused him to completely lose his mind.
He let out a roar like a trapped beast, pulled the Nazca Memory from his waist, and slammed it into the drive.
NASCAR!
Blue light instantly enveloped his body, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a Nazca Dopant wielding a longsword and clad in blue armor.
A violent force surged through his limbs and bones. He brandished his sharp sword, its blade aimed directly at Saeko, intending to brutally attack his fiancée.
"It's really over the top."
Saeko didn't even blink, her tone filled with utter indifference.
The nine ribbons behind her moved.
fast!
Extremely fast!
Just as the Nazca Dopant's longsword, imbued with all its power, was about to touch Saeko's hair, Aya Kujo's figure transformed into an elusive black lightning bolt, like a phantom.
She cut into the Nazca Dopant's embrace in an instant from an incredible angle.
A set of simple, efficient, yet deadly fighting techniques was executed with fluid grace and without any hesitation.
catch!
Wrist broken!
Armor shattered!
Seize the blade!
The entire process was like a meticulously choreographed dance of death, so fast it was dazzling, yet it clearly demonstrated the lethality of each movement.
Time seemed to be stretched infinitely in one moment, and then compressed to its limit in the next.
Less than three seconds.
By the time the others in the living room, including the enraged Sonozaki Ryubei, recovered from the lightning-fast exchange, the battle was already decided.
The Nazca Dopant, which was just moments ago arrogant and domineering, now has all its joints dislocated; its shoulder blades, elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles are all broken.
He collapsed to his knees like a lump of mud, utterly helpless, having lost all support.
The longsword in his hand had already changed hands, turned over by Kujo Aya, and the cold blade was pressed tightly against his carotid artery.
With just a little effort, Kujo Aya could easily sever his life.
The difference in strength is obvious.
The disparity was so great that it was despairing.
The whole place was dead silent.
You can hear the needle drop.
Sonozaki Ryubei's pupils constricted sharply as she stared in shock at this unbelievable scene.
He didn't see the movements of the mysterious woman who followed Saeko like a doll.
Her speed and her skill far exceeded his expectations.
Just who is this woman?
When did Saeko acquire such formidable subordinates?
Finally, with composed steps, Sonozaki Saeko took the longsword that shimmered with blue light from the expressionless Kujo Aya's hand—a sword that should have belonged to Nazca.
The hilt of the sword felt cold to the touch, yet it gave her a sense of security she had never felt before.
She walked step by step to Sonozaki Kirihiko, who had already deactivated his transformation due to excruciating pain and fear, and whose face was covered in cold sweat, filled with fear and despair.
He collapsed to the ground, panting in vain like a fish out of water.
Goodbye, my former, incompetent fiancé.
Her eyes were so cold they were devoid of any human emotion, showing no hesitation or pity whatsoever.
Hands up.
The sword falls.
A cold arc of light flashed, and the sharp blade sliced through the obstacle.
As warm blood splattered, staining her delicate skirt and indifferent face, she seemed to see Su Chen's deep, approving eyes through her own cold pupils.
It was as if he were quietly appreciating, through her perspective, this bloody and resolute "pledge of allegiance" that she herself had directed and presented to him.
In the most tragic and thorough way, Sonozaki Saeko severed her past with her own hands.
The shackles called "Zonozaki" and the constraints called "marriage" shattered completely at this moment.
The fangs have been reborn.
Carrying deadly poison and the flames of revenge, it silently emerges from the pool of blood.