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"Speaking of magicians..."
Shiraishi's expression suddenly turned serious.
"Are you ready to accomplish your goal? To kill Araya Sōren?"
Ryougi Shiki's fingers tightened instantly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Her eyes blazed with pure killing intent, like a wild beast lurking in the darkness.
"I can't wait."
Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible.
Shiraishikawa stared at her and suddenly made a suggestion.
"If needed, I can help you remove any obstacles in your path."
"No need."
Ryougi Shiki resolutely refused, raising the tip of her sword slightly.
"If I rely on your help now, wouldn't all my efforts have been in vain?"
Shiraishikawa chuckled softly, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet street.
"Shi, you're waiting for me here, not to show me how much you've grown and get praise, are you?"
Ryougi Shiki was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned her head to the side, her black hair drawing an arc in the air.
"boring."
She spoke softly, but the tips of her ears turned slightly red.
"How about we play a game?"
Shiraishikawa suddenly made the suggestion, a sly glint in his eyes.
“Each of us will take care of one person blocking our way, and we’ll see who gets to Araya Sōren’s stronghold first.”
Ryougi Shiki turned her head and looked him straight in the eyes.
Are you serious?
"of course."
Shiraishikawa spread his hands.
"In any case, the ultimate goal is the same."
Ryougi Shiki pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded.
"make a deal."
She smoothly put the long knife back into her bag.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps and heavy breathing came from the alley in the distance.
The two turned their heads at the same time and saw a figure stumbling and running towards them.
Shirai Junri felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
This was the first time he had experienced such intense fear since awakening his origins and becoming a serial killer.
That man—that horrible man—simply tossed him more than ten meters away with a wave of his hand, as if discarding a broken doll.
"A monster...that's the real monster..."
He muttered to himself and ran as fast as he could until he was sure he was safe.
Sweat soaked through his shirt, sticking stickily to his back.
When he looked up, panting, he saw the girl standing in the moonlight.
A moon-white kimono, long, jet-black hair, and those eyes—those eyes that could see through everything.
"Hey, long time no see."
Ryougi Shiki's voice was as cold and sharp as a knife.
Shirai Junri's pupils suddenly contracted.
He sensed the presence of his own kind, but then realized his mistake.
The beautiful girl before him was not one of his kind, but a being of a higher status—a true murderer.
"Two...two rituals..."
His voice trembled with fear.
Ryougi Shiki slowly drew her long sword, and the Nine-Character Swordsmanship gleamed coldly in the moonlight.
"Sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush."
She spoke calmly, as if stating a trivial fact.
Shirai Rio's fear was suddenly replaced by anger.
He's a serial killer who awakened his origins! How could he be scared by a little girl?
He roared and charged toward Ryougi Shiki with superhuman speed.
Ryougi Shiki stood still until Shirai Junri's claws almost touched her cheek.
Then—she disappeared.
No, it didn't disappear; it just moved so fast that it was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.
Shirai Junri felt a sharp pain in his neck. He blinked in confusion, realizing that his body was still lurching forward, while his vision was spinning and plummeting.
"I see..."
This was his last thought.
His head rolled to the ground, his face frozen in disbelief.
Ryougi Shiki flicked the blood off her sword and continued on her way without looking back. (Zhao Le Zhao)
Her steps were light yet firm, as if she had merely brushed away a fallen leaf.
At the same time, Shiraishikawa looked up at the night sky.
At a height invisible to ordinary people, a semi-transparent female figure was floating there, her long hair spreading out like clouds.
"Witch's Mist Painting".
Shiraishikawa called softly.
"Won't you come down and talk?"
The woman in spirit form slowly descended, gazing at him with a puzzled expression.
"Can you see me?"
Her voice seemed to come from a very far place.
Shiraishi River smiled.
"Isn't it common sense that Stand users are attracted to each other?"
Chapter 411 The game begins
Wujiang Kirie's expression became even more confused, but Shiraishikawa had already turned and left, his black trench coat fluttering in the night wind.
He looked up at the moon and calculated the time.
"The competition has begun, set."
He muttered to himself, then disappeared into the night.
The night wind howled, ruffling the stray hairs on Shiraishikawa's forehead.
At the edge of the rooftop of the Wutiao Building, below lies the dazzling cityscape at night, like a fallen galaxy.
Apart from the cold, hard cement floor and rusty wire mesh, there was nothing here, not even a decent railing.
"How ironic."
Shiraishi River murmured to himself.
"Standing at such a high place, what you see is such a tiny human world."
His gaze shifted to the woman beside him—Witcho Kirie.
She wore a white dress, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, as if it might disappear at any moment.
Her skin was so pale it was almost translucent, and her eyes held a heartbreaking coldness. 290
"Do you come here often?"
Shiraishikawa asked, his voice almost swallowed by the wind.
Wu Jie did not answer immediately.
Her slender fingers rested lightly on the barbed wire, her gaze passing through the city lights and looking into the darkness further away.
"This place is closest to the sky."
She finally spoke, her voice as soft as a feather falling to the ground.
"When I stand here, I feel like I'm only one step away from nothingness."
Shiraishikawa squinted.
He could sense that his height was an anomaly.
Her origin is nothingness, and this power is intertwined with her bloodline, giving her incredible abilities—unconscious flight and the ability to control two bodies simultaneously.
“Two bodies…” (cdbj) Shiraishikawa stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"If this characteristic could be replicated in Stand users..."
Wujiang Wue turned her head, her empty eyes filled with a flicker of emotion.
"You're coveting my abilities."
It's not a question, but a statement.
Shiraishikawa smiled, a smile that was neither mocking nor friendly, but rather a pure, almost naive curiosity.