Chapter 84
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 81
Chapter Title: Cycle of Madness
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Black's decision to boil her own hunting dog alive was put into immediate action.
Blue, Yellow, Black... and I raced toward Itaewon at breakneck speed.
"Is this the place?"
"Yeah."
They had all already completed their transformations. That made someone's death a foregone conclusion.
For wiping out a single criminal organization, this lineup was absurd overkill.
To stall them even for a minute, you'd need at least five U.S. Army divisions.
Let alone against a criminal outfit numbering just a few hundred at most?
Well... they'd be annihilated faster than ramen could boil.
"Just put up a barrier to keep collateral damage from spilling out, Black."
"Got it."
"Yellow, you're coming in with me."
This was some new magic I'd never seen before.
As that thought crossed my mind, Black spread black mana in every direction.
The mana soon morphed into a dome-shaped barrier enveloping the entire club.
Go wild inside—no impact on the outside. Impressive density.
Black's spells were packed with unfamiliar techniques. Well, she prioritizes protecting White above all else. No wonder her magic is rarer to witness than the other magical girls'.
"Let's start."
Blizzard!
Blue's top-tier lethal attack spell
With those words, Blue spread open her palm. An unbearable chill suddenly flooded that small white surface.
Crackle— the air froze with a deafening roar. Of course, it didn't last.
I hurriedly cloaked my body in maki and fell back. Even grazing that spell is deadly!
"You planning to just smash it with raw magic?"
"Gotta conserve time and mana. No time for sex anyway."
The hyper-compressed frost tumbled into the club entrance.
Like a grenade: explodes, scatters shrapnel, slaughters everyone in range.
Difference? Shrapnel doesn't shred flesh—it flash-freezes.
And the frozen victims become secondary grenades.
"Should be done in about three minutes."
Splat!
A grotesque sound echoed from inside the club. No screams or commotion leaked out.
A silent, savage slaughter had begun.
Victims froze into statues without a whimper, methodically turning others into the same.
One minute, two, three. No signs of life inside anymore.
The thumping music had frozen solid, grinding to a halt.
"Told you. Three minutes tops."
Hundreds erased in the time to cook cup ramen—silent as mice.
Ice shards will melt to water by daybreak. Not even corpses left.
Shocking. Three minutes ago, they breathed, talked, lived. Now water, gone without trace.
Did the empire's people end the same way that day?
"Sis, not yet."
"Yeah, I know. The ring-wearers, right? Yellow's up."
The murder technique professor—a woman no fist on earth could rival—stepped up.
Yellow strode into the club, yellow hair fluttering.
I, Blue, and Black followed... but inside was surprisingly pristine, against my expectations.
Just ice shards everywhere from blasts on walls and floors. Soon to melt and drench everything.
"They're huddled deeper in."
With that, Yellow rocketed off the floor toward the back at insane speed.
Her form blurred in an afterimage.
In the empire, Yellow at this velocity meant shattered bones. Not today.
"Uwaaak! It's—it's coming!"
"Fuck! Someone restrain it!"
Robe women cowering behind tables snapped necks under Yellow's flying kicks. Two down in under a second.
'Yellow.'
Her short skirt flashed cute star-print yellow panties.
Not important... Anyway, she moved like a pest exterminator pro.
Raiding hiding spots or sensing presences. Punches seal extermination—then dash to next.
'Yellow shines brightest solo. A lone warrior's courage surges.'
But this needed little courage. Like a kid squashing ants—no bravado.
Just fists flying, kicks crushing, dismantling robe women into mangled meat.
Some flung fireballs or unseen punches. Yellow tanked with monstrous toughness, pressing on.
'Blocking spells with her body!'
Absurd. Bare-handed tanking fireballs that melt iron doors...
No time to gawk. Extermination wrapped in seconds.
"Now, what's left..."
Shaking blood-and-brains from her hands, Yellow halted before a door.
Presences inside—the last holdouts.
Dead in seconds, of course.
Yellow clenched her fist to smash it down.
But one dared intervene: Black.
"Elder. Let me take this."
"Hey, no casual talk with..."
Yellow playfully reached to pat Black's shoulder—but dropped her hand.
The hunter's face, set to stew her loyal hound, was grim as death.
"Elder."
"Th-this voice... Lady? Is that you, Lady?"
"Yes. It's me."
"Ooh...! We've been looking for you. Are you safe?"
"Perfectly safe. More than."
"Thank goodness, Lady. As you see, the Hetairoi crashed in—wiped our comrades... But no matter! With this ring and you, the cult rebuilds anytime!"
"Elder."
⟨ Power of Whimsicality ⟩
The elder's voice cracked with fear and grief.
Black didn't flinch. Eyes fixed on the door, resolute.
"I'm just a mortal, Elder."
"What? Nonsense, Lady. Chosen by the greatest Sun God from birth!"
"Whipped by my lawyer mom since birth. Grew up, picked by the mad queen for slaughters. Aged more? Now I'm the mad one."
Black mana coalesced denser. Darkness deepened.
Power of Whimsicality...? Unlike Red or Blue's, but lethal all the same.
"Madmen babbled me mad. 'Abyss gazes back'—spot on?"
"...Lady?"
"I'll birth a child someday. That kid inherits my madness... Can't watch it. One madwoman suffices."
"L-Lady! W-wait, what..."
"Time to snap this idiotic cycle."
Shaaaaaa...
Black mana lashed out unpleasantly.
Unpleasant end too. Folks beyond disintegrating to sand grains—vile.
"All done."
Black turned to me with an awkward smile.
Rubbing her lower belly hard...
Kinda unsettling.
Two months later.
February's bite passed; spring arrived.
Seoul still chilly. Too brutal for sprouts.
"Nothing's happened..."
Aimless wandering hit me: two months wasted.
Not neglecting duties. Unleashed Hetairoi, harvested negative emotions, grew power.
Empire revival foundations stacked neat. But no real progress.
'All 'cause sex time ballooned!'
Now four magical girls riding me.
They rotate endlessly—no bandwidth for new targets.
Damn... I'll burn out before the plan finishes.
'...Wandered into some weird spot.'
Glancing around: unfamiliar turf.
Huh. How far did I stray?
Taxi home? Then suddenly, a hand gripped my shoulder.
"Oh, kiddo? Lost?"
"...Who're you."
Turning: pink hair swaying.
...Who again.
"Me? Hehe... Guess?"
She grinned at me.
What the hell, this psycho bitch.