Whether this was a crossover world or not, Ryuji could already be certain of one thing:
Everyone here was nothing but a relic of the past.
Cardcaptor Sakura, Sailor Moon, those Hong Kong gangster movies—they all belonged to a bygone era.
Forget kids born after 2010—even many born in the 2000s, and even some from the 1990s, barely knew them. Some might have heard of them, but only faintly.
Ryuji himself hadn't had pocket money until middle school, enough to sneak into an arcade, though he thought it was expensive. His first real experience with arcade games was actually through a PC emulator—and he fell in love with Mai Shiranui at first sight.
He was eight years old at that time.
By then, the arcade age was already on its last breath.
As for Sailor Moon, City Hunter, Fist of the North Star—if it weren't for their endless memes being recycled into newer works, they'd hardly be remembered at all.
Even Dragon Ball and Inuyasha were already things from a long time ago.
Worldviews, values, perspectives—they had all completely changed.
Back when Japan was strong, heroines had been strong too—independent, determined women who held firm to their convictions. Even if the male lead dumped them, they would continue living their own lives.
And those male leads, for all their philandering, still carried the pride of being men. Even if they were rejected, kicked in the face, or slapped, they never felt their dignity diminished.
They knew clearly that their worth didn't depend on others. They would endure for the sake of the bigger picture, then settle matters afterward.
That era gave birth to countless bold, powerful women—older-sister types with fiery personalities.
And men believed they could conquer such women, believing only strong women were worthy of their equally strong selves.
But as the times shifted and Japan declined, male leads changed too. From bold pursuers, they became passive recipients, half-hearted and unwilling.
The reason was simple.
They no longer believed in their own ability. Better to refuse from the start than to accept and be hurt later. For overseas audiences, watching such men had become unbearable.
It was the same with old Hong Kong gangster movies. At first glance, tossing around a few million looked grand, as if it were everything. Men strutted about, flaunting their status—those who "made it" seemed untouchable.
But looking back now, they were nothing more than petty thugs. Those so-called big shots were just trash—trash too cowardly even to seize real opportunities, like founding their own fiefdom abroad.
Ryuji spat the words with scorn.
"So trash should crawl back to the garbage heap where it belongs!"
A surge of blood-energy erupted from his body. His muscles roared to life, and mana and qi fused, fueling the greatsword that dragon fire propelled downward in a blazing arc—straight toward the monster that Crow had become.
By now, Crow had already smashed three Sailor moons to the ground. Only the experienced Minako and the blonde Usagi Tsukino were still standing, barely able to shield their fallen companions.
Although their relationships is not very good now, but in moments like this, none of them would ever abandon each other.
And yet, staring at Crow's writhing mass of grotesque tentacles, Minako instinctively took a step back.
It wasn't that she feared battle. It was something much simpler—
She recognized the shape of those tentacle tips.
They looked far too much like that part of a man's body.
Minako's instincts screamed at her to run. Their current strength wasn't nearly enough to fight such a monster.
If it were just her, she could escape. But with four teammates to protect? Impossible.
And Minako wasn't the kind of person who would abandon them.
She bit down, ready to stand her ground.
But just then, an overwhelming presence surged up behind them, followed by a storm of fire.
The violent blast of heat made it impossible for her to open her eyes. Her hair whipped across her vision, but even so, she caught the blazing red and gold inferno that fell from above, smashing into the horrific monster.
The golden flames instantly reduced every obscene tentacle to ash. A shadowed figure wielding a massive sword struck down upon the monster's head—the same monster they couldn't even scratch—and shattered one of its arms with sheer force.
Howling in agony, the creature roared. The fragile railings around them splintered apart, collapsing in the shockwave. Even the bridge beneath their feet began to crumble.
Ryuji's strike had been part of the cause.
He felt the vibration run up through the blade, and a grin tugged at his lips.
As expected, these invaders from other worlds weren't entirely worthless.
"That's more like it!"
Blood surged. Facing a foe worth cutting down, Ryuji's grin twisted into something feral. In that instant, flames reignited along his blade. As the monster swung its other arm toward him, Ryuji lifted the massive sword once more, condensing the fire into its edge.
The moment steel clashed with claw, a thousand resentful screams surged through the sword into his mind—the curses and grudges of all the gang leaders he had gunned down earlier.
Ryuji felt a wave of absurdity wash over him.
"A bunch of trash—daring to shake my heart?!"
In that instant, violent flames erupted from his blade. Along with it came a burst of sword aura—still clumsy, but lethal nonetheless.
One of the monster's arms exploded into shreds, foul blood spraying through the air. But before it could even hit the ground, a whirlwind of fire roared to life, swallowing the bridge in a blazing inferno.
"Die!"
Ryuji didn't waste his breath with a battle cry. The tornado of flames condensed around his greatsword in an instant, and he drove the blade mercilessly toward the monster's body.
But—
Just before his sword pierced its flesh, the creature's body suddenly exploded.
"Damn it!"
Ryuji's eyes widened. It was too late to change course—the flames on his blade speared into the monster's body and triggered a catastrophic chain reaction.
A blinding explosion engulfed the entire bridge, fire and smoke rippling outward in a tidal wave of destruction. The structure collapsed in a heartbeat, plunging into the river below.
Fortunately, the crowds of onlookers had long since scattered once the battle turned strange. Otherwise, the falling debris alone would have crushed hundreds.
Hidden behind a nearby building, Misato held the heads of two elementary schoolers down to shield them from the blast. She stared in shock at the smoldering ruins of the collapsed bridge, breath catching in her throat.
"Could that… have been an Angel of this world?"
She was at a loss. One moment she had been in Tokyo-3, the next she found herself inexplicably dropped into this eerily similar world. If not for her fluency in multiple languages and the fact that her Japanese yen could still be exchanged here, she might have ended up sleeping on the streets her very first night.
But this was no dream. Whether it was a parallel world or something else, she couldn't say.
Like Ryuji, she had taken to watching the news for answers—and that was how she saw his face plastered across wanted bulletins.
It wasn't just the dozen or so men he had killed. The real problem was the dozens more he had crippled—men left without limbs or senses, their lives shattered. Worse still, those he had slain weren't low-level thugs. Aside from small fry like Chan Ho-Nam, most had been bosses and leaders of Hong Kong's gangs.
His rampage had ripped the underworld apart and shaken even the surface world of politics and business. To top it off, he'd set fire to warehouses full of contraband and cash—burning fortunes to ash.
That had been the final straw. The entire underworld wanted his head.
Ryuji's face and videos of him were everywhere. To Misato, he looked no different than a terrorist. That was why she had pointed a toy gun at him, fully prepared to die if it meant protecting two children.
After all, no ordinary man could ignore the threat of a firearm. To her, only an Angel—or something just as dangerous—would.
But now…
"Did I… misjudge a good man?" she whispered, staring at the collapsed bridge.
Ryuji, of course, hadn't died. He had sensed the danger at the last moment and could have fled—but the five Sailor Moons had been right behind him.
He didn't know their story—only some fragments, and yes, he had once seen certain "illustrations" of the green-suited one—but that didn't matter. They had stood their ground. He wasn't about to let them be obliterated.
That was the only reason he hadn't completely avoided the blast.
Fortunately, he wasn't relying solely on his fire abilities.
The instant his flames were swept back by the monster's self-detonation, Ryuji had already gathered blood energy and water to form a shield before him. At the same time, he manipulated the water to seize the unconscious Sailor Moons on the ground and dove beneath the bridge.
So although the explosion above was fierce enough, but he only sustained minor injuries.
The real reason he didn't resurface…
…was simply the police.
He had chosen the riverside for that very reason—the waters here ran deep enough. With his mastery of water manipulation, he might not have had the time to create a moving bubble to breathe in, but providing oxygen for the Sailor Moons was no problem.
Besides, Ryuji was certain these Sailor Moons wouldn't want their identities exposed either.
Encased in a sphere of water, he swiftly navigated the river's current. Only when he reached a secluded stretch did he finally emerge, carrying the five unconscious girls—whose sailor uniforms had not yet vanished—onto the riverbank.
Only then did Ryuji have the time to check his own condition.
The wounds weren't severe—some burns and scratches from shattered fragments of his greatsword. For him, a few days of rest would be enough to fully recover.
The monster's self-detonation had been clean and decisive. At least he didn't find anything strange lurking inside his body afterward.
But when Ryuji extended his hand and summoned a ball of golden light, his brows furrowed.
This monster was different from the ones he had encountered in the Demon Slayer world.
The "World Power" he obtained from destroying it was pathetically small, almost negligible. It did transmit some information, but just as he suspected, it was nowhere near enough to completely purify the distorted world power.
Clicking his tongue, Ryuji immediately absorbed what little remained.
"Damn it… this mission really is as troublesome as this world."
The monster had escaped! It had shed a trace of World Power like a gecko discarding its tail.
Its true body had undoubtedly used the Crow's self-detonation as cover to flee—but not without being severely wounded by Ryuji. For a while, it wouldn't be able to show itself.
Still, what irked him was that he hadn't noticed exactly when the monster's main body had slipped away.
But that was fine. As long as Ryuji continued interfering with the original "plot"—entangling himself in what he considered to be destiny or karma, though it was really nothing more than illusion—the monster would be forced to come after him.
Otherwise, its power would only weaken.
Because this creature fed on broken destinies and shattered karmic threads. Without those being destroyed, it had no way to grow stronger.
Or rather, perhaps the monster drew strength from some hidden law of this world that Ryuji had yet to understand.
If he disrupted the "plot," then most of that tangled karma would wrap itself around him. Unless the monster revealed its true body and confronted him directly, it couldn't absorb any of that power.
The problem, of course, was that the deeper its entanglement with Ryuji, the stronger the karmic lines binding him became—and the more power the monster could harvest.
But just now, the centuries of power it had accumulated in this world had been shattered the moment it clashed with Ryuji. For the short term, at least, he didn't need to worry about being unable to handle it.
Still, the monster needed to be killed quickly. Otherwise, it really could become something beyond even his ability to fight.
Unless Ryuji found another way to calm the karmic threads coiling around him, the race between them would continue.
How to calm them… the cryptic, riddle-like "World Power" offered no answers.
"…These monster are really weird," Ryuji muttered, clearly annoyed but resigned. A creature capable of devouring entire worlds was never going to be simple. Luckily, it hadn't yet reached a level beyond him.
Since encountering him, the monster had been forced into a true physical body. It had fallen from being an untouchable phantom into something that could be tracked and killed. Even the people of this world could now sense its malice and aid Ryuji in destroying it.
Even so, it was troublesome.
After all, the creatures appeared and vanished unpredictably, while his compass…
Ryuji tore off his soaked shirt and pulled out his pocket watch. But when he checked it, the compass needle was useless—swinging randomly, pointing west, then twitching toward one of the unconscious Sailor Moons' thighs, then another's hips, then another's long, pale legs in turn.
"…Shit. Don't tell me this thing is going to expose me as some pervert who wants to jump into bed with every girl it points at?"
The realization hit him hard enough that he sucked in a sharp breath.
"Yeah… this is definitely a treasure I can't let anyone else see."
He shoved the nearly worthless pocket watch away. The gold he carried was still safe, but all his Hong Kong dollars had been reduced to shreds, and the loose change he'd had was now melted lumps of metal thanks to his own flames.
"Damn it… if I ever catch that bastard, I'll cut him to pieces."
Not only had the monster escaped, it had taken his wallet down with it. Ryuji gritted his teeth. Next time, that thing would die by his blade.
The problem was his blade itself. His new sword had been destroyed in the battle, and the one he carried now bore traces of the "World Will" from the Demon Slayer world—something he wasn't willing to use here.
Which meant he needed a new weapon.
After organizing what was left of his belongings, Ryuji finally relaxed. The essentials were still secure in his backpack—he wasn't about to starve.
But now that he had a moment of quiet, his gaze inevitably fell upon the Sailor Moons he had laid out side by side.
Five girls, each with their own distinct beauty, lay sprawled across the ground—some on their backs, some on their sides. Their pale feet were still clad in high-heeled shoes, their smooth white thighs completely exposed to the air.
Because he hadn't bothered to dry them, their uniforms clung wetly to their bodies. Beads of water glittered across their thighs, their skin somehow spotless, unmarred by mud or dirt despite their ordeal. The sight surprised him.
Even more surprising was their bust size. Though at first glance they didn't seem especially well-developed, each girl's chest was shapely, distinct, and—Ryuji had to admit—remarkably well-formed.
Pure, unblemished girls lying across the filthy ground, their serene faces soft in unconsciousness—if his "little brother" didn't react to such a sight, it would be unnatural.
And if he didn't feel some interest, well, that would be even more impossible.
"These legs are ridiculously white. And those curves… nice chests, nice asses. Supermodel-tier bodies, all of them."
Ryuji rubbed his chin, openly admiring the girls' thighs. Honestly, he had little interest in the sailor Moon uniforms themselves—if anything, he thought the outfits dragged down their beauty.
Still, "Sailor Moons" and "sailor uniforms" were inseparable. He'd have to take it as part of their unique… flavor.
"…Wait. What even is the plot of Sailor Moon again?"
Ryuji scratched his head, suddenly realizing the issue.
He had never actually watched it. From what he'd seen so far, their powers—while not weak—were hardly overwhelming. If he wanted, he could probably capture them all, lock them in a basement, and have them working for his "starry ambitions" without much trouble.
Honestly, these girls probably couldn't even break free from his water manipulation.
As he was getting increasingly heated by the sight of their long, pale legs—and even considering finding a beautiful gangster woman later to relieve himself—the Sailor Moons finally began to stir.
The first to wake was a girl named Rei Hino. She didn't rise immediately. Instead, she cracked her eyes just slightly, watching him with quiet caution.
But the moment she saw Ryuji, she couldn't help but blush.
His muscles were solid yet natural, nothing like the exaggerated, grotesque builds you'd see in One Piece. Moreover his training had reshaped not just his body but also his aura, turning him from an ordinary-looking man into someone who could be called handsome at the very least.
But what truly froze Rei in place was that raw sense of strength and security he carried. For someone as composed and mature as her, it was enough to leave her staring.
By this point, the other Sailor Moons had begun to recover from their unconsciousness, and one by one their eyes fell on Ryuji.
"If you're awake," Ryuji said flatly, glancing at each of them as they tried—and failed—to feign sleep, "then sit up already. Yes, I'm wanted by the authorities, but the only people I kill are the ones who deserve it. And besides—you're alive because of me. If I'd wanted to do anything to you, I wouldn't have waited this long."
His words cut straight through their pretense. One by one, the five girls sat up, exchanging glances of surprise before speaking in unison:
"Who are you? Why are you so strong? Are you… a Sailor Guardian too?"
The liveliest among them, Usagi Tsukino, peppered him with questions in rapid fire.
Ryuji gave her a deadpan look and pointed at himself.
"Do I look like some creep who'd wear a sailor suit?"
He couldn't believe it. Why on earth would this girl assume he was one of them? Did he honestly look like the crossdressing type?
"What's so creepy about a man in a sailor suit?" Usagi shot back, tilting her head in genuine confusion.
Her innocent question almost made Ryuji choke. Her wide eyes wandered down toward the hand he'd pointed to his chest, as if double-checking whether he had one of those uniforms hidden under there. But instead she was met with a wall of hard muscle—broad chest and defined abs.
Her face went crimson. With a squeak, she slapped her gloved hands over her cheeks, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"Tch."
Ryuji clicked his tongue. All those innocent, pure-hearted gestures… they almost made him lose the urge to tease her. He wasn't some lonely old man starved for women, after all.
"Anyway," he said, shifting his tone, "next time you pick a fight, make sure you actually know your enemy. Don't go charging into battles you can't win—especially when your teamwork is a complete mess."
It was meant as advice, though in truth Ryuji had no plans to get involved with them any further. By the time these rookie Sailor Moons matured enough to truly matter, his mission would already be finished.
He'd never watched their series, didn't know how powerful their usual enemies were. And considering how old-school manga villains often couldn't be beaten by raw strength alone, instead needing "love, friendship, and ideals" to win… well, that kind of crap wasn't for him.
Ryuji was a man of reality. He cared about two things: women and power.
Not dreams of being "the strongest under the heavens." Just being strong enough to take what he wanted.
That was all.
So why waste time with these girls? They were clearly the type who'd never tolerate a harem anyway. And Ryuji knew very well the difference between old-era heroines and modern ones. Someone like Sakura—the so-called first "Moe Queen"—would sooner cut ties entirely than accept betrayal. Unlike the modern heroines, who were oddly more forgiving of such things.
No, he wasn't about to give himself unnecessary trouble.
He had better options. Why not, for example, spend his time chasing after beauties like Chingmy Yau, Joey Wong, or Anita Mui instead? Hong Kong cinema was full of dazzling women, and the city's "concubine culture" suited him perfectly.
As for his wanted status? That didn't matter either.
If the only way to lure the monster out was by disrupting the "plot" of this world, then fine—he'd disrupt it. Assassinate the Governor, sink the British warships, storm Buckingham Palace, tear apart a few military bases. The so-called "Hong Kong movie storyline" would collapse instantly.
And when that happened? Unless Britain decided to nuke him, he'd be untouchable.
"Then why do you kill people?!"
Usagi's voice cut through his thoughts, her innocent brain and thoughts that had not experienced the harshness of society made her ask this question. She threw her arms out wide, blocking his path. Behind her, the other Sailor Moons buried their faces in their hands.
"Because they deserved it."
Ryuji felt the whole situation was strangely familiar—like a cliché, melodramatic scene out of some over-the-top story. It was a little ridiculous, even a little addicting, the kind of thing that would make readers drop a subscription if it went the wrong way.
Still, despite that thought lingering in the back of his head, he found himself asking anyway:
"So… do you think it was wrong?"
The pure, untainted mind of Usagi—untouched by society's cruelty, naïve to the point of absurdity—produced the same kind of innocent words that made Ryuji think of far less innocent things.
"Of course it's wrong! Killing is always wrong!" Her eyes blazed with childlike conviction.
Ryuji stroked his chin as he watched this girl's earnest stupidity—her sincere, heartfelt question. If he let her keep going like this, she would almost certainly start spouting things like I was forced to be the 'bad guy'… or some other headache-inducing nonsense that only highlighted how she'd never truly been hardened by reality. It was irritating.
And this kind of attitude…
So instead, he decided to teach her a lesson.
"You know," he said suddenly, "that outfit of yours really pisses me off."
He seized Usagi's outstretched arm and yanked her close, speaking with deliberate provocation.
"Pisses you off? But—but you're not even wearing a shirt yourself!"
Her eyes were wide and innocent, unable to comprehend why her sailor suit would irritate him. Sure, it was a little revealing, but Ryuji was bare-chested too—his muscled torso on full display. Just who was he trying to show off to?
Before she could argue further, his hand caught her chin, tilting her face up. And then, without hesitation, he pressed his lips to hers. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, tangling with and greedily sucking at her soft, trembling tongue, drawing out every drop of sweetness.
Usagi froze—her mind went completely blank.
M-my… my first kiss…
She couldn't believe it. But the invasive tongue was undeniably there, stealing her breath, drinking in her saliva. A strange, overwhelming sensation shot up to her head, leaving her dazed and buzzing.
To a pure girl like her, a first kiss was something precious. But Ryuji only grew bolder—his other hand squeezed at her chest, roughly kneading before sliding down toward the curve of her butt.
"Let go of Usagi!"
"Stop, you pervert!"
"What are you doing?!"
The other Sailor Moons finally reacted and rushed forward, but Ryuji had been watching them all along. With a casual flick of his hand, the girls suddenly lost their footing and toppled to the floor. They still hadn't fully adjusted to their powers.
Ryuji sneered inwardly.
High heels, in a fight? Really?
Glancing at their pale feet strapped into those heels, he gave Usagi's soft butt a firm squeeze, then smacked it sharply. His hand slid down to caress her smooth thigh. At the same time, he released her wrist—by now she was flushed, panting from the suffocating kiss—only to guide her hand directly onto his hardened cock straining against his pants.
Leaning close to her ear, he raised one hand, trapping the limbs of the other Sailor Moons who tried to rise in spheres of water before whispering in a low, mocking tone:
"This is the kind of fire I meant… Little Bunny. If someone as naïve as you stays this innocent, you'll just get eaten alive. Don't you ever stop to think? I saved you all—and when you were unconscious, I could've locked you away in a basement and had you bear my children. Then maybe the people I killed weren't exactly good ones?"
Usagi's mind went blank. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest; she couldn't think, couldn't process anything beyond the heat of his breath and the weight of his words.
"I'm not a good man. So if I hear you say something like that again, I'll take you home with me and make sure a pretty little girl is growing inside you. And if your friends try to stop me…" He paused, letting the implication hang heavy between them. "...I'll have them join you for prenatal checkups."
With that, he gently patted her head—almost affectionately—and turned to leave.
He wasn't joking. If Usagi stubbornly came after him again, and if her fellow Sailor Moons backed her up… well, without knowing the storyline of Sailor Moon, he saw no reason not to ensure all five of them ended up carrying his children.
After all, whatever this "Sailor Moon" business was about, he highly doubted the plot involved them settling down with one man and raising a family.
By stepping into their world, Ryuji had already shattered the flow of the original story.
Messing with fate? Maybe. But they started it.
As for the girls' own wishes…
He'd warned them—clearly. If they still came looking for trouble afterward, then they had only themselves to blame. They'd need to be ready to face the consequences.
When he left, Usagi was still frozen in place, staring blankly ahead. Only after Ryuji loosened his control did the other Sailor Moons manage to break free of the watery bindings and rush to her side.
But If Ryuji had ever actually watched Sailor Moon, one question would have nagged at him:
Why are the Sailor Moons so… weak?
But he hadn't, so the thought never crossed his mind.
Stretching casually as he left the riverside, Ryuji wandered into town. He picked out a thug at random, beat him up, and felt the tension in his body ease. Refreshed, he bought himself some new clothes and then set off to deal with business that had been weighing on him since yesterday.
What he'd witnessed the previous day had left a foul taste in his mouth—local gang leaders bullying ordinary people without consequence. That ended now. He made up his mind: every small-time gang leader he came across would… retire. Permanently.
Killing them outright wasn't necessary; besides, that would break certain unwritten rules of the streets. But breaking them down, stripping away their arrogance, making sure they could never terrorize anyone again? That was fair game.
Take that "Uncle Bee" everyone kept mentioning—the guy who'd supposedly "washed his hands clean of the underworld." Ryuji was a reasonable man; he respected the old codes. He wouldn't just kill someone who'd officially retired.
That would be rude.
So he'd break all four limbs plus the fifth—you know which one—slice out the tongue, smash the teeth, gouge out the eyes, rupture the eardrums, and char the skin till it looked like overcooked meat.
That ought to do it.
Killing?
Please. He had Red Dragon Fire flowing through his veins—he wasn't some savage. He always followed the rules.
"If you like bullying ordinary people so much," Ryuji muttered as he walked, a sharp smile tugging at his lips, "you should've known this day would come."
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Ryuji casually tossed the lighter to the ground, watching yet another familiar gang leader vanish in flames. He had a lollipop dangling from his mouth as he walked away.
Sure, a cigar or cigarette might have suited the scene better, but he'd quit smoking and had no intention of going back.
As he stepped out of the old gang's headquarters, he spotted a woman that caught him off guard.
Misato Katsuragi.
She leaned against the doorframe, calm and collected, without a hint of fear. Ryuji couldn't help but ask,
"Yo, came here to play hero or something?"
"Not at all," she replied. "And you're just a kid, right? Using a lollipop instead of a cigarette while playing hero… and it's a hard candy?"
Misato stared at the striped candy in his mouth. If he had a cigar or cigarette, she might have appreciated the gesture, but a lollipop? That had nothing to do with being a master at anything.
"Who says a master has to smoke while doing the heroic thing? Lollipops are great! Strawberry, orange flavors… anyway, that's not why I'm here. What do you want? And just so you know, I'm not interested in your organization or joining any group."
Ryuji waved casually, indicating he had no desire to fight the angles.
Come on, the AT operatives could withstand a nuclear blast. Even if he managed to gain the physique of people from that world if he goes there, he didn't think his own mental defenses—his "heart wall"—were strong enough.
After all, he always liked being close to the ladies… heart to heart, if you will.
Especially in intimate situations, when he is entering from behind, the hearts will inevitably be connected...
"Huh? I'm not here to recruit you into some organization… I'm more interested in that strange thing. If I'm not mistaken, your reason for taking out these scumbags isn't just because you can't stand them bullying ordinary people—it's because you want to draw out some kind of monster, right? Like the one on the bridge today."
Misato narrowed her eyes. The moment Ryuji had defeated that monster, a voice had told her that only by completely eliminating it could she return to her world and claim her reward.
She didn't care about the reward, but she did want to go back. And her reasoning was simple: her superior had sent her to pick up his son, who happened to be a pilot, and today, there was also a battle with the angels waiting.
She needed to figure all of this out.
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T/N: Guys WTF is even this world, every single new chapter I finish editing there is a new movie or anime or manga integrated into this world.... I can't even keep count anymore at this point. It is taking too much fucking time to look for every new additions 😭.
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