Magician in Type-Moon

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"Aren't people who yearn for the sky just trying to escape reality? At a time like this, you still have the mind to talk about this?"

Aozaki Touko responded loudly, already preparing to remove the Mystic Eye Killer and use the Projection Mystic Eye to pin everyone down.

But that doesn't solve the problem of the bomb.

So she hasn't taken any action yet, and the guy next to her is still maintaining a confident demeanor.

Upon hearing Orange's answer, Matou Ike nodded and continued:

"Can you fly?"

"Yes, but..." Orange stopped halfway through her sentence, seemingly a little embarrassed, but considering that Matou Ike's next action might be related to "flight".

I had no choice but to continue:

"Even I can't fly without a broom, and the success rate of conscious flight is only 30%."

"Broom, what era are you from, witch? This kind of retro technology, do modern people really still use it? You don't happen to have a broom called Nimbus 2000, do you?"

Matou Ike teased.

"Damn it, I knew you'd say that. Can't you say something useful?"

Orange gritted her teeth and replied.

"Is this useful? I've already found the bomb. Does this intelligence count as useful?"

Before Aozaki Touko could even react, Matou Ike had already taken action.

He used one leg to deliver a powerful kick to the spot where the two men were standing.

With this movement, the heavy floorboards groaned and cracked open beneath their feet, revealing a huge hole.

"Are you crazy?!" Orange exclaimed in surprise, instinctively grabbing Matou Ike's arm.

But she soon realized that this was not something that Matouike could cause with her physical strength alone.

Sure enough, the worms wriggling at his feet had already quietly gathered, like miniature drills, silently gnawing at the building's structure, making the floor extremely fragile.

With a single blow, the floor and the ceiling of the next floor shattered, hollowed out completely.

Not only this floor, but also dozens of floors below it have long since been torn open with a large gap.

The two bodies plummeted into the large hole below.

Matou Ike tightly hugged Aozaki Touko with one hand.

And his other hand was covered with spider silk at some point.

As his body plummeted rapidly through the void, he chanted softly:

"Time Alter - Square Accel - Inherent Time Control. Four Times Speed!"

The two people in mid-air quickly adjusted their body posture and leaped into the great void like meteors.

The two figures disappeared into the darkness below almost instantly.

The darkness instantly engulfed them, but Matou Ike moved swiftly and without panic.

At the same time, Matouchi pulled hard with his hand.

The spider silk tightened instantly, and with the powerful pull, the "puppet guests" who were originally on the dance floor were also dragged into the void.

Aozaki Touko looked back in mid-air and saw those puppet-like figures being torn down one after another, like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

She frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Are the bombs on those guys?"

Matou Ike did not answer, but simply nodded, her expression focused.

His body was operating under high pressure at four times the speed, his internal magic circuits seemed to be burning, and his thoughts were racing.

“Doing this is completely pointless,” Orange sighed softly.

Even though they had found the bomber's last trump card and sent the bomb away from the crowd.

However, the bomb remains inside the building, and if it explodes, a collapse will be inevitable, still causing casualties.

Even if those innocent people died, it wouldn't be a big problem for them; they could even handle the intervention of the Mage's Association.

It's only a matter of time before they find another place to hide.

However, accepting this outcome is tantamount to admitting that the masked guy won.

This was something neither of them could tolerate.

It's not over yet; we should at least give it a try.

"Stop hiding it, what do you plan to do?" Orange glanced at Matou Ike again.

Matou Ike let out a breath, slightly relaxing her tense body, and replied:

Have you heard the story of Up?

"What it is?"

Orange was a little confused because the name Matouchi was referring to sounded like something out of a children's book.

"Don't you know? You'll see in a bit."

Matou Ike smiled.

In the blink of an eye, they, along with a string of puppets bound by spider silk behind them, plummeted into the first-floor hall.

The moment the bomb-wielding demon saw Matou Ike make a move, he activated the detonator in his hand.

However, the distance means that signal transmission takes time—three seconds.

"Go, insects, bring your fantasies into the world."

Matou Ike muttered calmly, for in his accelerated time state, three seconds was more than enough time.

......

Immediately following was a deafening explosion that erupted behind the two of them.

The magic bomb oxidized instantly, creating a strong wind that swept across the entire hall.

The powerful airflow, like an invisible giant hand, suddenly pushed towards Matou Ike and Aozaki Touko, tearing apart the air around them.

The walls and floor hummed from the energy, and shards of glass and gravel flew like sharp blades.

The air was torn apart, and the deafening explosion was almost deafening.

Darkness, only boundless darkness, the building collapsed instantly, everything on the first to tenth floors was instantly reduced to dust.

An earthquake alone cannot accomplish this.

So powerful!

Kurami Ryuka shouted excitedly.

"You guys don't actually think you're immortal, and you're still trying to protect those guys? Do you think the future is on your side?"

"What a joke! The future I see is absolutely impossible to change."

The developments up to this point have all aligned with the future that Kurami Ryūka foresaw.

This plan was formulated after he repeatedly confirmed the future, taking into account factors such as ability, psychology, and environment countless times.

Having just found a future that could bury Matou Pond, how could there be any problems?

Although Kurami Ryukatsu was now certain of his success, he still needed to see Matou Ike's body with his own eyes to ensure a future verdict.

While he was basking in his "success," a strange gaze was fixed on him from the corner of that shabby rented room.

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The smoke and dust from the explosion were extremely complex, and since the Eyeball Familiar did not have the ability to see through objects, Kurami Ryuka could not find Matou Ike's body at first.

However, he was not worried, because no one could possibly survive an explosion of this magnitude in such an environment.

"Araya Sōren is too cautious. With something like this, killing someone would be a piece of cake." He thought to himself with smug satisfaction, planning to search for Matou Ike's body after the smoke cleared.

While waiting for the smoke to dissipate, Kurami Ryuka switched to another familiar, an eyeball placed outside the mall, ready to admire her work.

"Huh? Why is it so dark?" he asked, somewhat puzzled.

Although it's raining heavily tonight and the dark clouds are blocking out the moonlight, the night seems to be beyond normal.

Kurami Ryuka frowned slightly, realizing the unusual situation outside.

In the image presented by his eyeball familiar, a dark force seemed to be rapidly spreading, devouring the surrounding light.

This feeling was like a heavy shadow, slowly spreading and enveloping the area outside the mall.

As the dark shadows deepened, a sense of unease rose in Kurami Ryuka's heart.

He subconsciously manipulated his eyeball familiar to look towards the sky.

what is that?

A flying house?

What a joke!

No, it looks familiar.

This crumbling house had appeared repeatedly in his mind's eye; it was exactly what he intended to blow up.

"Could it be that guy...? No, no, how could such a thing happen?"

What kind of madman would come up with the idea of ​​separating an entire floor of a building and sending it into the air to avoid an explosion?

Shouldn't a normal person be thinking of dropping the bomb into the sky?

How did he do that? I just can't understand it.

"To you, Matou Ike, a magician, is an outsider, an abyss that can never be seen clearly."

Araya Sōren's words echoed in his mind once again.

Damn it, even if it's the abyss, there's a limit to how outrageous it can be!

Isn't this something only a third-rate novelist could write?

God, the creator of this world, can't you do something about this kind of thing?!