Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Yui Yuigahama, having already slain the enemies, hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, her eyes filled with worry.

“Your Ghost Hand isn't that fast, and the enemy might know that neither of us can fly. This might be a trap to lure you in... Don't go... Please don't go...”

“Don't worry.”

Seeing Yuigahama on the verge of tears, Nightstar reached out and gently ruffled her hair, comforting her with a smile.

“I won't let him leave Kyoto, and there won't be any danger. Besides...”

Saying this, Nightstar slowly crouched down at the edge of the building, assuming the starting position of a hundred-meter sprinter.

“I don't need to ride the Ghost Hand to catch him.”

“Thump... Thump... Thump...”

Hearing the sudden rhythmic sound, Miko Yotsuya and Yui Yuigahama's expressions changed at first, thinking it was an enemy. But after listening carefully, they finally realized that the sound was coming from Nightstar's chest.

It was his heartbeat.

“Protect Makise Kurisu, I still have many things to ask her.”

Hearing Nightstar's words, Miko Yotsuya immediately nodded and walked towards Makise Kurisu. Because of the mask, Makise Kurisu couldn't clearly see Miko Yotsuya's expression, only those oppressive golden eyes.

“Miss Makise, please come with me.”

Makise Kurisu hesitated slightly, but ultimately could only nod.

“Okay...”

At this moment, Makise Kurisu's brain was already overloaded and crashing.

What on earth just happened?

The handsome young man who was discussing the theory of time machines with her suddenly transformed into a "Mask"?

Then, his neck was slashed halfway through with a knife, and his chest was pierced by nails, but he was as fine as if nothing had happened, directly blasting someone's head with a punch. After that, a giant hand, appearing from nowhere, directly slammed the person against the wall, shattering them.

Immediately afterward, many people grew wings on their backs, then crashed through the windows and flew away?

Finally...

This mysterious girl with golden pupils, and the person next to her with pink団子hair, killed several winged people right in front of Makise Kurisu…

Even though Makise Kurisu had lived in the United States for many years, she had heard of the recent events in Sakura Province, "Mask", "Kira", and she had also seen the video of the pre-announcement.

This group of people…

Is the "Mask" group?

To be honest, Makise Kurisu couldn't understand the situation at this time.

She only knew one thing.

The long sword at the waist of this mysterious girl with golden eyes was not for decoration.

Moreover, as a scientist, Makise Kurisu was also very curious about what had just happened.

Is it the kind of spiritual power that Rikka Sakurakawa mentioned?

Why does it seem like "Mask's" enemies want to find her?

Is there something on her that they must obtain?

Makise Kurisu was very curious and wanted to know the answer.

Since she couldn't leave, she might as well listen to the other party's orders.

After all…

"Mask" can't be a bad person, right?

“Hmm, this distance should be about right.”

Nightstar turned his head and glanced at Miko Yotsuya and the others, who had retreated to the entrance of the stairwell, a good twenty meters away from him at the edge of the building, and said with a smile.

“Then, I'll see you at the base later.”

“Okay.”

After Yotsuya Miko responded, she and Yui Yuigahama stood in front of Makise Kurisu, protecting her, but they did not leave directly.

They listened to the increasingly obvious heartbeat, which sounded like a car engine starting, and they couldn't help but be curious.

If he doesn't use the Ghost Hand, how does Nightstar plan to catch up with that flying SERN member?

He himself does not have the ability to fly... right?

He shouldn't have it, right?

Even Miko Yotsuya, who joined the club the earliest, didn't know what abilities Nightstar could use. After all, the ability of Eight Million Ends allows one to unleash moves as long as they construct a logic that can convince themselves, which is too imaginative.

Who knows if Nightstar can't fly, or if he just hasn't had the opportunity to use it, so he simply doesn't want to fly?

Perhaps, at this moment, they will know the answer.

“Hoo…”

Nightstar took a long breath. In Miko Yotsuya's eyes, all the spiritual power around him had gathered in his body.

“SERN's enemy…”

“BOOM!!!”

Under the enormous reaction force, the ground at the edge of the building instantly cracked into powder. Along with a loud noise, Nightstar's figure instantly disappeared, and in the shocked gazes of Miko Yotsuya, Makise Kurisu, and Yui Yuigahama, the last words he left behind.

“I'm coming for you!”

…

At the same time, the SERN member who was flying at full speed towards the outskirts of Kyoto City breathed a sigh of relief, a look of relief in his eyes.

“Finally… thankfully…”

According to the information held by SERN, among the "Mask" and its collaborators at this time, only "Kira" possesses the ability to fly at high speed.

Since "Kira" has not appeared, it means that he is not in Kyoto City at this time.

As long as he successfully escapes Kyoto City, he will be able to pass the information to the remaining SERN members.

At that time…

The world line will definitely change.

Meanwhile, people in Kyoto City, including the members of Overload, Suzuha Amane, and Hizuru Minamikata, all saw a magnificent black tail flame in the sky.

“What is that?”

“A comet?”

“A comet's tail… isn't usually black, is it? Wait, black flames? Could it be…?”

“Is it ‘Mask’!?”

In the sky, the SERN member who had just breathed a sigh of relief suddenly felt an instinctive sense of danger.

When he turned his head and saw the unidentified object rapidly approaching in the distance, enveloped in black flames, his pupils dilated in shock.

Damn it, what is that thing?

An intercontinental missile!?

Wait a minute…

The target of that thing… seems to be me?

Although this last SERN member realized that something was wrong, the unidentified object was moving too fast, and he couldn't dodge it at all, so he could only watch as it approached him and revealed its true form.

“Mask…”

“BOOM!!!”

The black comet struck the SERN member, like a dazzling firework, blooming in the sky above Kyoto City.

Chapter 387: Overload's Assistant, SERN's Brain Science Technology

“This guy…”

Looking at the dazzling fireworks blooming in the sky, Hizuru Minamikata couldn't help but sigh slightly. This older sister version of Rio Futaba directly revealed a speechless expression very similar to Rio Futaba.

She originally thought that after joining “Mask's” group, it would be the kind of secret world-saving mission, where they had to remain low-key and absolutely not let anyone discover them.

Now it seems that she was overthinking it.

You guys are playing it so cool?

“Now that it's resolved, let's go back.”

Hearing Suzuha Amane's words and seeing her disassemble the sniper rifle, put it back in the suitcase, and maintain a calm expression, Hizuru Minamikata pushed up her glasses, thoughtfully.

“Looks like this isn't the first time you've killed someone?”

“Kill someone?”

Suzuha Amane shook her head. Although her expression was still calm, Hizuru Minamikata could notice the intense hatred and killing intent deep in her eyes.

“Those SERN guys… are just a bunch of brainwashed and controlled monsters who use any means… No, they're not even monsters. To protect the future of the world line, I wouldn't have any psychological burden killing one, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand.”

…

Later that day, inside the Overload activity building.

Kurisu Makise sat on the small single sofa, looking at the Overload members standing in front of her and sizing her up. She couldn't help but feel a little flustered and quickly spoke.

“Um… I won't reveal your true identities.”

“Kurisu Makise…”

Suzuha Amane, who always acted carefree and like an energetic sports girl in front of the Overload members, now showed an undisguised sense of disgust when facing Kurisu Makise.

“People like you are not trustworthy at all.”

Kurisu Makise was confused by Suzuha Amane's attitude, not understanding why she would be resented by someone she had never met, but the members of Overload could generally understand Suzuha Amane's feelings.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, on the world line that Suzuha Amane was on, it was ultimately Kurisu Makise who published the paper on the time machine, opened Pandora's Box, and ultimately led to this series of events.

“She's right.”

Touma Kazusa crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at Kurisu Makise sitting there with her delicate, slender eyes, her gaze making the latter feel a little cold all over.

“You know Yozora's true identity. If our enemies knew his true identity, it would be too dangerous. We can't take that risk.”

“Um…”

Although Kurisu Makise knew it was a bit inappropriate, she couldn't help but cautiously ask.

“Um… is his name Yozora?”

The room fell silent.

So, after all this, Kurisu Makise doesn't even know Yozora's name?

Then Touma Kazusa's actions just now are equivalent to…

“Ahem.”

Touma Kazusa seemed calm, but Setsuna Ogiso had already noticed the embarrassed blush on her face and couldn't help but smile and smooth things over.

“Okay, okay, names aren't important. This classmate Kurisu Makise knows Yozora's appearance, the point is what should we do next?”

Hearing Setsuna Ogiso's question, the members all looked at Rio Futaba, but this time Rio Futaba didn't give an answer, but instead looked directly at Yozora.

She first picked up her coffee cup and took a sip, then took off her glasses, raised her hand and rubbed her brow, looking at Yozora, who looked relaxed, and sighed slightly.

“Since you let Kurisu Makise know your true identity, it means you already have an answer in your heart about how to deal with her, right?”

“Yes.”

Yozora looked at the members in front of him and slowly spoke.

“I think this Kurisu Makise is also a good person, why not just…”

“Recruit her into Overload?”

Rio Futaba frowned slightly, seemingly disagreeing with Yozora's decision.

“Putting aside the question of whether we can trust her, we don't need a time machine, and she's just an ordinary person, what help can she provide us?”