Free Web NovelKujo Hiroharu slowly opened his mouth:
"Do you think it's possible..."
"The Eight-Span Curved Jewel is within ourselves?"
The entire audience was stunned by these words.
Bhadra stared wide-eyed, his face full of suspicion.
"On us?"
"How is that possible?"
“Kosuke Soma isn’t stupid. Why would he hide the true form of the Yasakani no Magatama on our bodies?”
Kujo Hiroji's eyes, however, remained unusually calm.
"Perhaps this is precisely the anti-logic he's employing."
"He was convinced that no matter how we investigated, we wouldn't investigate him."
"Don't forget, this is his territory."
"It wouldn't be difficult to place the Yasakani no Magatama on us without anyone noticing."
“He can completely disguise the Yasakani no Magatama. Now you can carefully sense whether there is anything strange about yourselves.”
Upon hearing this, the group suddenly realized that it made some sense.
The entire world depicted in the painting was swept away by Bhadra's devastating attack.
If the Yasakani no Magatama truly exists in this space, there's no reason why not even a trace of it should be found.
So, the only explanation is...
It was hidden in a place they would never have expected.
Without further hesitation, the four immediately began to carefully examine their bodies.
They used their mental power to carefully examine all their equipment, accessories, and even every inch of their skin.
However, a minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
Five minutes passed.
They gained nothing.
Everyone was clean, with no suspicious items or energy attached to them.
Bhadra was the first to lose his composure, scratching his head in frustration.
There's nothing there!
Wada Hirayama also shook his head, his expression grave.
Me too.
Kujo Hiroji's usually calm face now looked unusually grim.
My judgment was wrong.
For a moment, the atmosphere among the four became more tense than ever before.
Even the strongest attacks could not destroy this world, and the only clue had been lost.
They seemed destined to be trapped forever in this bizarre, blood-red world.
Just then, the man in the white suit, who had been silent all along, suddenly looked up at the sky.
"That's strange."
Bhadra, who was already seething with anger, asked irritably, "What is it now?"
The man in the white suit pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting the light of the blood moon in the sky.
"Something's not right with this Kosuke Soma."
“Every time he revived, he would launch an attack immediately, giving us no chance to breathe.”
"But this time, he gave us such a long breathing space."
These words were a wake-up call.
Wada Hirayama suddenly looked up at Soma Kosuke under the blood moon in the sky, and his face turned deathly pale.
His voice trembled slightly, as if he had thought of something extremely terrifying.
"This guy...this guy looks like he's about to unleash his ultimate attack!"
Finishing move?
Upon hearing these three words, everyone present, including the usually composed Hiroharu Kujo, paled.
That's the ultimate skill that professionals can only master after reaching level 80.
In this world, professionals who can reach level 80 or above are extremely rare.
Many people spend their entire lives without ever witnessing it firsthand.
But to be called "the end" implies that its effect is absolutely terrifying, capable of destroying the world!
"Stop him!"
The man in the white suit was the first to react and shouted angrily.
He clasped his hands together, and countless mysterious runes rapidly formed a complex magic array in front of him.
Bhadra and Wada Hirayama reacted instantly, unleashing powerful energy that transformed into two streaks of light as they charged fiercely towards Soma Kosuke in the sky.
However, they were met with a thunderous attack from the three.
The figure that was gathering in the sky simply revealed a relieved smile.
A hoarse yet calm voice slowly emanated from his mouth, resounding throughout the world depicted in the painting.
"I'll trade my old life for the lives of nine Hiroshi and three SS-rank professionals."
"It's really... well worth it."
He opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world.
"Gentlemen, please wait!"
"Painting the myriad aspects of life!"
The moment the words fell, Soma Kosuke's figure was pierced once again by the attacks of Bhadra and Wada Hirayama, turning into countless ink dots.
But this time, he did not lose his life.
Those ink dots {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} seemed to come alive, merging into the sky and the earth.
It was at this moment that...
"Boom—!!!"
The entire world depicted in the painting began to tremble violently.
The sky, the earth, the distant mountains, the nearby ruins...
Everything is gradually shifting from three dimensions to two dimensions in an incredible way.
The distant mountain peaks lost their thickness, becoming a flat silhouette.
The ground beneath my feet lost its texture, turning into a flat, painted block of color.
The whole world seemed to be being forcibly flattened and smoothed out by an invisible hand.
Everything in the scene seemed to be turning into a series of still animations.
Moreover, this "dimensional reduction" force, like a giant millstone, is rolling towards the location of the four people.
"ah--!"
Bhadra let out a painful roar.
He was horrified to discover that his arms were also beginning to become "flat".
The muscle contours disappeared, replaced by thick, dark lines.
The texture of the skin was gone, turning into a monotonous bronze color.
His entire being is transforming from a three-dimensional, vibrant life into an anime character drawn on paper!
"My hand! My body!" Wada Hirayama cried out in terror as his arm, which was gripping the knife, began to lose its three-dimensionality.
For the first time, a look of panic appeared on Kujo Hiroji's face. He looked at his body, which was turning into a "paper-thin" shape, and roared in a fit of rage.
"Think of something! Think of something!"
"When this world truly becomes a painting, we will all be completely wiped out!"
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At the critical moment of life and death, Bhadra let out a deafening roar.
He suddenly took a step forward, his body bursting with golden light, and once again transformed into the twenty-meter-tall golden Buddha statue.
"Get behind me, all of you!"
A colossal golden Buddha stood in front of everyone, its six arms forming a massive golden barrier, desperately resisting the sweeping force of "assimilation."
"Sizzle—"
The two-dimensional power collided with the golden barrier, producing a piercing sound.
Under the crushing force of this power, Bhadra's enormous golden body began to show signs of distortion and flattening.
His booming voice carried a hint of pain and urgency.
"I can only last five minutes at most!"
"Where exactly is the Yasakani no Magatama?!"
The man in the white suit was working frantically, with countless clues and possibilities flashing through his mind.
Disguise, illogicality, domain, finishing move, sacrifice...
Suddenly, as if he had grasped something, a glint of inspiration flashed in his eyes.
He suddenly looked in one direction.
"I think... I know where it is."
