"Yes, rebellion is just a common and easy-to-understand term. In reality, we have noble ideals. The people of this world have been persecuted for countless centuries. Not only do Danger Beasts eat them, but even the nobles eat them. They are consumables that provide enjoyment for the rich—tools for the exploitation of the noble class. They can be anything but human. And we are the revolution to make them live like human beings. We are saviors, gods who bring them liberation."
Esdeath was bewildered. In her mind, the strong were respected. And she had just been brainwashed by Akira, so thinking about these things was really difficult. However, she clearly understood that whatever Akira said, she would just do it.
"But, how can the three of us liberate the entire world?"
"You don't understand this. People started with just a bowl and were able to conquer the world. We have three people—a full three people."
Seeing the bewildered expressions on both their faces, Akira knew he had said something beyond their comprehension.
"Actually, the three of us here are enough to sweep across this continent. Esdeath, tell Fubuki what you know."
So Esdeath clearly and thoroughly explained the situation of the Empire and the Imperial Arms. After listening, Fubuki immediately became interested. Since she couldn't establish the Fubuki Group in reality, she would establish a Fubuki Army here.
"So, Mr. Akira, what's our plan?"
Akira looked at the anti-addiction hourglass, which was almost done with one segment, and said, "My plan is to go learn magic first."
"Ah? Doesn't this world have no magic?"
"This world indeed has no magic, but other worlds do."
The next instant, Akira returned to the game page and unhesitatingly clicked into Multi-Anime Dragon Maid World.
"Ah—another boring day."
Lucoa lay flat, rolling around on the floor. Because a certain part of her was too large, she had to go through several undulations to complete this movement.
Tohru was next to her, diligently working on her own tail. "How should I cook myself so that I can become one with Mr. Akira? Every time he gives me so much; I should reciprocate."
Yor heard Tohru's soliloquy and her forehead was covered with black lines. Different races—completely different wavelengths of thought—there was nothing to say. She took a sip of black tea and turned her head away.
It had been a week since she resigned, and a week since she became a dragonkin. Mr. Akira, why haven't you come yet?
"I'm home~!"
Sakurajima Mai entered the house, changed her shoes, and tossed her school bag onto the sofa. Three days ago, both her parents left home, leaving her to live with her sister. Of course, all of this was facilitated by Lucoa's magic. Now, in addition to her classes, she was also practicing magic. And for some reason, she had extremely high aptitude in this area, having already basically mastered elementary magic.
"I'm home too."
Tobihama Waka entered the door almost right after Sakurajima Mai.
"Welcome home. Ah—is it already time to prepare dinner?"
"I'll cook."
Yor hadn't even gotten up from the table when Tohru had already pushed her down.
"I know you really want to improve, but I'll do it."
Seeing Tohru stop Yor, everyone in the house breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone thought that since Yor worked at a bakery, her cooking would definitely be delicious. But after asking, they learned that wasn't the case. It was because the dough she kneaded was even more robust than machine-kneaded dough—it had a unique flavor.
Indeed. Everyone had tried it. That shop sold baguettes. They were practically controlled weapons. No wonder they kept her around.
"Hmm?"
Lucoa, who was in the room, suddenly discovered something, and the entire dragon instantly vanished from the room.
"Lucoa went out."
Sakurajima Mai called out to the kitchen. Then a gust of wind blew, and Tohru also vanished without a trace. Sakurajima Mai got up and walked into the kitchen, taking over the cooking.
A familiar darkness enveloped his vision. Softness and the aroma of milk filled the air. Akira knew that Lucoa was already in position.
"Lucoa, move aside—I'll deal with the marked guy first."
As soon as Akira was freed from Lucoa's embrace, Tohru plastered herself onto his face.
"Mr. Akira—hehehe~!"
Akira reached out and pulled Tohru off him, a bit speechless. "Can't you wait a moment?"
"How long has it been?"
Lucoa hugged Akira's arm tightly. "Not long this time—one week."
"But to me, that's like seven centuries."
"Only seven days—that's not bad then."
Having understood the basic situation, Akira activated Existence Weakening. At this instant, Akira faded considerably in Lucoa's eyes, and Tohru even paused for a moment, as if she had lost track of Akira.
Every time they met, Mr. Akira would grow stronger. Perhaps one day, he could defeat gods.
Akira wasn't thinking that much; he just wanted to quickly find his target, then find a place to sit down and activate the Protect the Master he had just acquired.
He quickly scanned the tram and saw a girl with her back to him, with a mark above her head. So he instantly went forward, restrained her, and then activated psychokinesis—flying out directly.
The two dragons in the tram were somewhat speechless. Because in their eyes, that person was not an ordinary human—but an angel. However, none of that mattered; as long as they destroyed the evidence afterward, even if she was an angel, there would be no way to find Mr. Akira.
The two exchanged glances and chased after Akira.
Meanwhile, Akira had already brought the person into Yor's room.
"Mr. Akira!"
Yor was very happy to see Akira again. But the next second, she was startled by the person in Akira's arms. Because above the light purple-haired girl's head appeared a black halo she had never seen before.
This—was this an angel or a demon?
While Yor was stunned, Lucoa and Tohru had already flown back.
"Mr. Akira, what do you want to do with this fallen angel?"
Raphael, who had just been full of confidence, smiling, and ready to unleash her divine power, instantly crumpled after sensing the aura of Quetzalcoatl.
"Lord Quetzalcoatl—I was wrong! I will definitely correct my mistakes and be a good person."
This was a true god, qualified to punish students of Angel Academy. Moreover, she had only descended to gain experience, and her power was weakened. There was no way she could be defiant in front of a true god.
Akira had only seen the girl's back earlier, not her face. Now, he remembered the information about this angel. No wonder there were so many Fluttering Moths. It turned out she had also merged with Gabriel.
Now, he had no choice but to properly punish this angel who had gone astray.
"Tobihama Waka, go into the house first."
Tobihama Waka, who was watching the commotion nearby, was a bit surprised. She clearly didn't know Akira, but Akira could call out her name directly. But thinking about it, she was used to it. Ever since her sister started acting a little abnormal that day, the entire world followed suit and became abnormal. A killer working at a bakery. And two dragons openly revealing themselves. Now, a man was holding an angel with a black halo.
Sigh—let it be destroyed. What on earth is wrong with this world?
With a bang, the door closed. But in reality, Tobihama Waka had left a crack.
"Now you know you were wrong? When you were playing pranks on your classmates, why didn't you think this day would come?"
Akira's voice rang in her ears, making her pupils tremble.
He had no aura, just an ordinary human. Why would he know she played pranks on her classmates?
Tohru said with a grin, "Playing pranks on classmates isn't being a good child—you'll get a spanking."
And as soon as her voice fell, Raphael's skirt was rolled up.
"It's not as simple as just a spanking. I haven't tasted an angel before, so today I'll have a good taste."
Taste?
Raphael was terrified. Was she going to be eaten?
"Wuwuwu—I don't want to be eaten—fallen angel meat is sour and stinky—not delicious at all."
But Akira didn't stop.
Yor, watching this scene from the side, couldn't help but turn her head away. She didn't understand what was happening in between. But she knew that Akira was definitely not wrong. It was just that this scene of punishment was a bit too open for her.
Do angels get this kind of spanking when they make mistakes?
Sakurajima Mai poked her head out of the kitchen, but the panties under her school uniform were already slightly sticky. After all, she had a similar experience when she was on the tram. Now when she saw this angel, she immediately put herself in her shoes.
As for Tohru and Lucoa, in their thousands, even tens of thousands of years of experience, such things were not uncommon. It's just that they kept themselves pure and never interfered, nor did they experience it—until Akira's appearance.
In the room, Lucoa had already set up a barrier, preventing any prying eyes from entering the room. And at this moment, Raphael finally realized—this 'eating' was not just talk. She now felt like a skinned piglet, about to be buried in a dragon's maw.
But the script that followed was completely different from what she had imagined. Her senses amplified. Her body became sensitive. In just a short time, her 'grassland' was already wet. Then, before she could react, a strange power surged straight to the halo above her head. In that almost black halo, a faint trace of blood flashed.
A Fallen Angel? Now I don't have to kill her to silence her.
A trace of playfulness appeared in Lucoa's smile. By becoming a Fallen Angel, this angel named Raphael had already become an object of eradication for the Divine Race. As long as she dared to show her face, she would definitely be among the first to be killed. On the other hand, in Hell, demons were somewhat welcoming to Fallen Angels. But Fallen Angels were already very rare, and they didn't have a good life in Hell either.
Hmm—is this what an angel is? Why doesn't she extend a pair of wings? So I can get a good grip?
Akira was just thinking. A pair of pure white wings suddenly grew from Raphael's back. And just as he was about to reach out, the white feathers rapidly turned black from the roots—and they were as black as ink.
A Fallen Angel?
Akira was even more excited.
God's Hand had already been activated.
Backstabber was also in use.
Abdicate the Throne was already at a sufficient height.
High-Frequency Vibration was also adjusted to Akira's comfort zone.
So finally, use Train Barrage to celebrate Raphael's transformation—to celebrate her rebirth.
And with the use of Train Barrage, more blood seeped out from the angel's halo, which was originally burning with black flames. At first, it wasn't obvious. But after a while, the original pitch black turned blood red. Even Raphael's wings behind her completely transformed, becoming blood-red.
A Blood-Red Angel!
This angel, who had never appeared in any historical records, thus appeared in Lucoa's eyes in a unique way.
Akira was very excited. He felt as if Raphael's constantly changing colors were like an LED being controlled by him. So he grabbed her wings, adjusting the angle.
"Ah~ My Master."
Raphael's voice carried a strange allure. Everyone in the room seemed to be affected by this power, becoming a little hot.
Tobihama Waka's small hands could no longer hold back. Even though she understood nothing, she seemed to have learned without a teacher.
Sakurajima Mai, due to the overly strong sense of immersion, had become somewhat infatuated. Yor also could not resist this power—mimicking Akira's movements. Her breath was like orchids.
Even Tohru hugged her tail and rubbed it continuously.
Lucoa had never seen this kind of power. Especially such power emanating from an angel—it was even more unheard of.
Is Mr. Akira creating a new species in this world?
Regarding this, Akira himself was not clear. Anyway, he did whatever felt good. The other party was an angel, so she shouldn't be that easy to break.
[Stamina +10]
[Conquest of character "Raphael Ensworth of White Wings" progress reached 100%. Stamina +20]
Seeing the prompt, Raphael finally fell back to the ground. At this moment, her consciousness was somewhat blurry; she just looked at Akira infatuatedly, wanting to hug him. But the next second, Lucoa knocked her flying.
"You've been enjoying yourself for so long, and now you want to monopolize him? Mr. Akira, it's my turn."
Lucoa's figure was beyond words. Just by pressing down, Akira felt like he was lying in a warm waterbed.
"Mmm—Mr. Akira—let me restore you."
Lucoa used time magic on Akira's body for the first time. Akira only felt that in an instant, that state was like returning to an hour ago—clean and fresh. And just as cleanly, he was engulfed by Lucoa.
The current Akira was not the same Akira as before. Now he had High-Frequency Vibration, so even Lucoa had to submit. And at this time, Far Ahead followed closely behind, allowing this Quetzalcoatl to experience a world she had never set foot in. The door to a new world had opened, leaving her deeply immersed and unable to extricate herself.
Tohru swayed her tail and came closer. "Mr. Akira—help me too."
Alright—with High-Frequency Vibration, he seemed even busier.
Exactly five opponents, all of them were taken down by Akira in the living room.
Akira glanced at the quartz clock in the room and found that it was already two hours later. High-Frequency Vibration was indeed a divine skill; otherwise, it would be impossible to take them all down, even if he spent the entire day.
Phew!
When he put down the water glass, Raphael crawled over again, praying to him. Blood-red energy floated around her body, as if her power had increased significantly. After praying, she directly went for him, eating the popsicle.
Akira didn't want to waste time and directly activated the Protect the Master ability.
In an instant, two figures appeared in the room, and the next second, Raphael was sealed by an ice wall.
"My dear—I've come to save you."
Upon receiving Akira's call for help, she held nothing back. But with Esdeath's current strength, it was clearly impossible to kill an angel. Even though she was only an intern, she already possessed a trace of divinity. Moreover, after Akira's desecration, her power had increased.
In just an instant, the ice wall shattered. The busy little figure returned to everyone's sight.
Esdeath was stunned. She only now clearly saw the surrounding situation. This was not where she needed to contribute her combat power—it was clearly going in another direction.
Fubuki stood still. She didn't move. Because she noticed that there were special existences among this group of people. Even a slight mistake, and she would die on the spot.
"Everyone, don't be nervous—they are all our own people. This one here is Fubuki—a superpower user. This one here is Esdeath—who has undergone physical mutation. I brought them both today because I wanted to ask if they could learn magic."
Lucoa leaned to the side, propping her head. "It seems possible, but because they come from different worlds, I cannot directly bestow it. But more than that, I'm more curious about that guy over there—a blood-red angel. That has never appeared before."
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