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That was exactly why Dark Magician Girl was sulking.
[Master, honestly! Can't you let me fight on my own for once?]
Inside the card space, she crossed her arms, clearly dissatisfied. She wanted to stand beside him, not just be reduced to a power source.
Even so, she didn't hold back in what she provided.
Every sentient entity granted by the system carried absolute loyalty toward Anos. If not limited by the card's mechanics, she would have gladly poured all of her strength into him without hesitation.
—
"I'm here."
Anos arrived before a modest house on the outskirts of town.
He paused.
There was something off.
He glanced toward a distant direction, as if sensing a ripple in the air itself. After a few seconds, he withdrew his gaze.
"The signal stopped inside this house. Which means…"
The purple chest target was inside.
He narrowed his eyes and approached slowly.
Then he smelled it.
Blood.
For the scent to reach him from this far away, the interior had to be saturated in it.
"Click!"
The door wasn't locked.
He pushed it open easily.
A suffocating wave of metallic stench rushed out.
The scene inside resembled the aftermath of a stray devil hunt only far more grotesque.
Blood splattered across walls, Severed limbs. Torn flesh.
A young priest stood amid the carnage, licking his lips as he turned toward the door.
"Oh? It's you~"
Anos sighed.
A cleansing formation rose beneath his feet.
As the purification array expanded, the blood, organs, and scattered remains dissolved into light and dispersed into the air.
So that's why it was a purple chest.
Freed Sellzen.
A rogue priest engineered by the Church using the genetic lineage of the legendary hero Siegfried. Now a traitor.
"What the hell?!"
Freed's face twisted as his carefully arranged "art" vanished without permission.
"Hey! Who do you think you are, barging in and ruining someone else's masterpiece?!"
"Masterpiece?" Anos arched a brow.
Whether the chest required it or not, he had already decided.
Freed would die here.
"Sorry," Anos replied calmly. "You've ruined something of mine as well, Kuoh Town isn't your playground."
He cared about this place.
It was ordinary. Quiet. Known mostly for its beautiful sunsets.
But it was his home in this world.
When he lacked strength, he endured.
After developing his formations, he began quietly "cleaning up" stray devils whenever necessary.
Freed was likely tied to the fallen angel faction recently active in town.
Traitors to the Church were always welcome among them.
"Hahahaha! Your Kuoh Town?!" Freed laughed wildly.
"Fine! I'll use your body for my next sacred ritual!"
A spear of light formed in his hand, followed by a blazing holy sword.
"A ritual to honor God?"
Anos' gaze flickered faintly.
A holy sword condensed casually in his own hand.
Seeing that blade, Freed's grin widened.
"So you're Church too! Perfect!"
"HA!"
Freed launched forward, vanishing in a blur.
Wind formations spiraled around Anos' limbs, reinforcing his physical capabilities.
Just as Freed's blade was about to cleave through him—
Anos disappeared.
[Four-Pillar Ascension Array]
"Sorry," Anos' voice echoed from behind him. "I don't have time to waste."
Freed didn't even turn, He slashed backward instinctively, firing a light bullet alongside the swing.
"Doesn't work."
This time, Anos didn't dodge.
He allowed the blade and projectile to strike him directly.
Before the fight began, he had already judged the outcome.
Neither angelic nor fallen angel light could harm him.
Much less a priest's diluted version.
The light sword and projectile dissolved upon contact, absorbed seamlessly into his body.
"What—?!"
Freed stared in disbelief as his attacks simply merged into Anos like water returning to the sea.
"Goodbye."
Anos raised a hand.
[Sealing Formation — Eightfold Guardian Lock]
Binding forces surged from eight directions simultaneously, suspending Freed midair with zero resistance possible.
Below him, a brilliant radiance ignited.
[Annihilation Formation — Sixfold Extinction Array]
"You—!!"
Freed's scream never finished.
His body disintegrated into light, erased from existence.
[Ding!]
[Purple-tier treasure chest opened.]
[Reward obtained: Algorithm — Flash Memory Calculation.]
[By imprinting magical formulas directly into the memory domain as image-based constructs, spellcasting bypasses conventional assembly time. Magic is deployed directly from memory, achieving extreme casting speed.]
"Oh?"
Anos' lips curved slightly.
It would increase cognitive load.
It would drain large amounts of magical power instantly.
But the combat amplification?
Terrifying.
With this—
He wouldn't just calculate reality.
He would outpace it.
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