When the light dissipated, a beautiful fallen angel with black wings and a large area of pale skin exposed, covered only by three small pieces of cloth, appeared in the same spot. Her appearance remained that of Yuuma, but her aura was filled with both charm and malice, as she looked indifferently at the stunned boy with cold, detached eyes.
At this moment, Hyoudou Issei finally regained his senses. He was so terrified by the change before him that he collapsed onto the ground, beads of cold sweat streaming down his temples.
"The true form is delightful, even if our interaction and date were so brief," the fallen angel said, placing one hand on her hip as she looked down at Hyoudou Issei, still lying on the ground. "This innocent and playful make-believe dating with you, the gifts you bought me, they were quite nice."
She extended her hands, and a purple-red light appeared in the palms of the fallen angel. A double-pointed dark red spear materialized in her hands, raised high and aimed at Hyoudou Issei.
"So, just die for me."
Pfft!!
No expert descended from the sky, nor did any unexpected event occur. The spear, radiating a sharp light, pierced through Hyoudou Issei's chest in one strike.
Splatter!!
The fallen angel coldly pulled the spear out, and immediately, scarlet blood gushed from Hyoudou Issei's body like it was free.
"Ah... ah..." Hyoudou Issei knelt on the ground, widening his eyes as he stared at Yuuma, his powerless hands trying to cover the blood gushing from his chest, but unable to stop the flow.
Leaning back against the fountain with his legs folded, the fallen angel looked at Hyoudou Issei, whose life force was slowly fading, and chuckled softly. "I'm sorry, but you are too dangerous a being for us. It's best to just kill you."
"If you want to hate, then hate the god who implanted the Sacred Gear in your body."
With that, the fallen angel, certain the boy would die, revealed a look of enjoyment on her face. Her wings spread behind her, and she soared into the sky, disappearing. Only a few black feathers fell, proving that she had truly existed.
Lying on his back in a pool of blood, Hyoudou Issei, in his final moments, blankly gazed at the dimming sky. His fading consciousness was filled with disbelief and regret. Under the streetlights, the boy lying quietly on the ground looked desolate and miserable.
After an entire day of happy and ambiguous dating with a beautiful girl, he was killed by her with a spear just as they were about to part. This ending was completely unacceptable to Hyoudou Issei, even in his final moments.
His body grew cold, and his consciousness began to blur. He knew he was about to die, but at that moment, the red figure of the girl who had transferred to his school earlier that year appeared in his mind. Senpai, Rias Gremory, that beautiful senpai with crimson red hair. Hyoudou Issei couldn't forget that figure after seeing her just once by chance.
He wished he could see her one more time. A strong sense of unwillingness and obsession echoed in his mind, spreading around him. Suddenly, the flyer with mysterious runes in his pocket flew out and emitted a soft glow.
"Wait."
Just as the magic circle on the flyer was about to unfold, a hand appeared out of thin air.
Boom!!
Terrifying power, as solid as steel, pierced through the air. The air itself seemed to solidify under the pressure of this overwhelmingly pure power, making cracking sounds, and transparent ripples surrounded the flyer like crystal.
The hand appeared and grabbed the flyer in the blink of an eye, suppressing the magic circle that was about to activate.
The one who suddenly appeared was Sorata, who had been watching the show for some time. He had sensed the two when they entered the park. After all, the magic fluctuations from the fallen angel were not low.
However, he had simply been sitting on the hillside, watching from several miles away, with no intention of intervening while the fallen angel was about to kill Hyoudou Issei.
The reason for his inaction was simple—he wasn't particularly interested in saving a guy. If it had been a beautiful woman, there might have been a reason to intervene, but Sorata wasn't some kind of saint. Even for a beautiful woman, he would prioritize his own mood.
His sudden appearance now was due to an interest he had developed in the object inside Hyoudou Issei's body, and he intended to acquire it for his own research.
"Do you want to live?" Sorata asked.
"Hoo... hoo..." Hyoudou Issei, in his dying state, spat out blood bubbles from his mouth, unable to answer. However, the glimmer of a desire to live in his eyes told Sorata everything he needed to know.
Sorata nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. I can save you, but the price is the Sacred Gear inside you. This is a fair trade."
"Just do as I say in a moment."
After speaking, Sorata used the blood flowing from Hyoudou Issei as a medium and began drawing a complex magic circle on the ground with him as the center.
Fearing that Hyoudou Issei might not last, Sorata worked quickly, his figure flashing with afterimages. In just a few breaths, a bizarre magic circle five meters in diameter, intricately complex and glowing with a scarlet light, was completed.
As the magic circle formed, the blood on the ground began to circulate faintly, a red light emanating from the runes, exuding an ominous, bloody aura. A strange, evil atmosphere began to spread.
"In a moment, whatever I say, you just follow along and recite in your mind. Remember, follow along if you want to live. Otherwise, no one will care if you die," Sorata said faintly, looking at Hyoudou Issei, who was nearly on his last breath.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Sorata placed one hand behind his back and extended the other forward, his palm facing down towards Hyoudou Issei. Strange, chaotic sounds began to flow from his mouth.
"f????d..."
Even as Hyoudou Issei's consciousness faded, the ancient language Sorata spoke resonated deep within his soul. Driven by his will to survive, Hyoudou Issei instinctively began to silently repeat the words in his mind.
At the same time, the true spirit deep within Sorata's soul emitted an invisible light, cooperating with the ancient language to activate the sacrificial magic circle beneath them.
Buzz!!
In the darkness, a supreme, imperceptible power appeared out of nowhere, invisible and colorless, enveloping both Sorata and Hyoudou Issei within the circle.
In an instant, the space within the formation solidified. Time stood still, independent from the world, yet still part of it.
Hyoudou Issei was shocked to find that, as the incantation progressed, his consciousness began to clear, and the life force draining from his body froze. He immediately followed Sorata's silent recitation even more attentively.
The long, complex chant continued, Sorata chanting slowly and deliberately. Towards the end, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly in a smirk.
"Thirteenth decree of the Codex Gigas, the decree of fairness, justice, equality, and transaction: I shall mend the wounds of the lowly being before me, and it shall repay with the traded object."
"Hereby, with the ten years of life of the lowly being before me as the burning fuel, the contract is established."
Instantly,
Hyoudou Issei felt something vanish from his body, and a layer of gray light emerged from the void, enveloping them.
In the darkness, the power of the contract's rules manifested. A small amount of energy from Sorata's body dissipated into thin air, while Hyoudou Issei's injuries healed instantly.
Before he could feel any joy, however, a soul-tearing pain erupted within him. In a daze, a gauntlet entwined by the phantom of a deep red, transparent giant dragon emerged from his body.
As the dragon phantom materialized, exuding an earth-shattering aura, it roared and struggled. But it was instantly suppressed by the gray light, shrinking into a palm-sized red orb, unable to resist.
"This is the so-called Sacred Gear, the Boosted Gear of the Red Dragon Emperor." Sorata reached out and grabbed the light orb that sealed the artifact, probing it carefully with his mental power.
Suddenly, his expression turned serious, his eyes narrowing. "It's not fully fused, so I can't tell everything about it. But there's the aura of God's origin here. It really is a god-level artifact."
"Although I don't know which of the nine realms of the gods it belongs to, it seems I need to take this seriously."
Casting a brief glance at the boy, who had fainted from the pain on the ground, Sorata flipped his hand, storing the artifact away. His figure flashed, and he disappeared along with the magic circle.
In the end, only Hyoudou Issei, his chest torn and his injuries healed, remained unconscious on the ground in the park.
Just then, the flyer, no longer suppressed by Sorata, emitted brilliant red light and transformed into a teleportation magic circle in the air. Slowly, it unfolded.
Immediately after, a figure wearing a Kuoh Academy uniform, with long, slender white legs revealed beneath a short skirt and a voluptuous figure, emerged from the magic circle.
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