( I skipped the simulation )
Takashi stared at the screen like it owed him money.
After all that mental and physical hell, this was the ending?
Naofumi… actually died.
"So that's how it ends, huh?" he muttered, scanning the simulation's aftermath.
"Even after getting reincarnated as Rias's bishop… this is what finally took him out?"
No dramatic sigh. No tears.
Honestly? He didn't really care.
Naofumi was always meant to be a test run.
A disposable pawn.
Takashi's eyes were already on what really mattered:
The reward.
The prize for surviving the sim—barely.
1. Ægis Denial
2. Panty Collection
3. Magic Knowledge
4. Energy Transferal
Takashi blinked.
Then blinked again.
"Wait, I only get to pick one? Didn't I pay for the premium package or something?"
Of course, no answer.
System support? Yeah, right. Might as well shout into a void.
Still… choices had to be made.
His eyes lingered on Panty Collection—and damn, what a journey that had been.
It wasn't just a pervy trophy set. It was the ultimate achievement.
Rias. Akeno. Koneko. Asia. And even—God help him—Grayfia.
He placed a hand over his heart.
"Forgive me, queens of culture. I walk away not out of shame… but duty."
He fake-wiped a tear.
"This collection shall remain unsniffed."
He moved on to Energy Transferal.
Not bad. Good support skill. Flexible.
But it didn't excite him.
"I'm not planning to become anyone's walking power bank," he muttered, swiping past like it was a 3/10 dating profile.
That left two.
Ægis Denial.
Naofumi's shield.
A sacred gear with huge growth potential.
Great defence, eventual wrath forms… but right now?
It was the kiddie version. Just a basic shield with training wheels.
Still, tempting.
Very tempting.
Then there was Magic Knowledge.
Mana control. Two random elemental kits. Some basic runes.
Kind of like a "Welcome to Hogwarts" starter pack.
Downside?
He'd actually have to study. Learn spells. Practice.
He groaned.
"Ugh, actual effort."
But then again, spells meant options—attack, support, buffs, traps.
Magic gave him variety.
Takashi rubbed his chin.
"Shield makes me a tank. Magic makes me a wildcard."
And the timer was ticking down.
He exhaled, staring at the screen one last time.
"Alright… I choose you."
He tapped the screen.
''''''''''''''''''
"Heard anything from Mac?" one guy asked, eyes scanning the alley.
"Nah. Phones are off too," the second guy muttered, frowning.
"Tch. I told the boss we should've iced those two ages ago."
"What if they just bailed? Hit up some club or something?"
"Maybe. But they should've told someone, right?" the first guy said, taking a long drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dark.
Fsssshh.
No reply.
He turned—
"Huh?"
His partner was already face-down on the ground.
"Wha—"
Zzip—thud!
All he saw was a flash of white and blue.
Then—
Darkness.
————
"Heard anything from Mac?" one guy asked, eyes scanning the alley.
"Nah. Phones are off too," the second guy muttered, frowning.
"Tch. I told the boss we should've iced those two ages ago."
"What if they just bailed? Hit up some club or something?"
"Maybe. But they should've told someone, right?" the first guy said, taking a long drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dark.
Fsssshh
No reply.
He turned his head.
"Huh?"
His partner was already face-down on the ground.
"Wha—"
Zzip. Thud!
All he saw was a flash of white and blue.
Then
Darkness.
Takashi stood silently, dressed head to toe in his Ghost Maker gear white, clean, sharp-edged, with a glowing blue accent running down his sleeves like a heartbeat.
"Two down," he muttered coldly.
Letting trouble fester never ends well. Better to kill the root before it spreads.
That's why tonight was his first official raid.
He'd already gotten what he needed from the idiots last night location, layout, patrol routes, even some passwords.
But he didn't trust their word alone.
So he did what any sane man would do. He verified every single detail himself.
Patience wins wars.
And now, everything checked out.
Time to clean house.
He crouched down, placed his hands over the bodies.
"Compress."
Crackle. Krnnnch.
Their skin slowly turned to cold marble, freezing them mid-expression.
"Night-night," he whispered, then vanished back into the shadows.
Ten minutes later
CRASH
A loud Bang echoed through the hall as Takashi slammed a man against the wall with brutal force.
"Talk. Who the hell are you working for?"
The thug's face was already bruised and swollen, one eye puffed shut.
But even now, he wasn't cracking.
Instead, he hissed, spitting blood.
"Tch… Let me go, asshole."
He was furious. Not just at Takashi, but at his own men.
How the hell had they let someone like this get so close?
He pulled out his phone and tried calling.
Once. Twice. Three times.
No answer.
Dead silent.
That's when it hit him. They were already done. Gone.
His teeth clenched. Fists shook.
"Dammit… You think you're tough just 'cause you got lucky? You're alone. You think you can take all of us?"
Still, behind the bravado, there was fear.
A flicker in his eyes. Not of Takashi, but of someone else.
He stared hard at the stranger who just broke into his base with zero weapons and took him down like it was nothing.
"If you walk away now, I'll forget all this happened," he said, forcing confidence into his voice.
But it was shaky. Fake.
He didn't want trouble.
But more than that
He didn't want his boss to find out.
That thought alone turned his face pale.
Takashi noticed it.
"That fear..." he thought, narrowing his eyes. "Who the hell is this guy working for?"
He came here thinking this was just another scam joint.
High-interest loan sharks. Street-level scum.
But now
He wasn't so sure.
Earlier, he heard this guy whispering on the phone
"The package will be on time..."
And the voice was trembling.
Something shady was happening here. Way deeper than he expected.
Takashi moved fast.
Ignoring the man's bluff, he spun him around and slammed him straight onto the desk.
BAM
Papers and tools scattered everywhere.
"You don't wanna talk? Fine. Then don't blame me for getting creative," he said coolly.
He reached for a 2-litre bottle sitting on the desk, lifted it slowly in front of the man's face
and tapped it with two fingers.
"Compress."
Vwooomp. POP
The bottle vanished. Not shattered. Not exploded.
It just… ceased to exist.( Takashi didn't let the marble to be seen)
"Wha—"
The thug's eyes bulged.
His lips trembled.
"H-Holy shit—"
DRIP
The man almost pissed himself on the spot.
Takashi leaned in close, his hand landing heavy on the thug's back.
Voice low. Calm. Deadly.
"You're wondering why it's so quiet, right?"
"Why you haven't heard any screams?"
He tilted his head.
"It's 'cause there's no one left to scream."
Thump
The thug froze.
"M-Monster…" he yelled, voice cracking. "You're a monster too!"
Takashi didn't react.
He just stared. Cold eyes glowing under the mask.
And whispered
"I know."
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