Magician in Type-Moon

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Angra Mainyu grinned, a French fry still hanging from the corner of his mouth: "This is my portion, you're not allowed to touch it."

“Nobody wants to eat that kind of fast food, let’s get rid of this stuff quickly.” Matou Ike glanced at the pendulum on the wall and said to Angela Manuel.

"Are you going out again tonight? Don't you want to rest for a bit?"

Angela Manuel was somewhat surprised, after all, during this period, Matou Ike would never stand if she could sit, and would never sit if she could lie down.

The main theme is laziness, and even Angra Mainyu himself has become accustomed to this lifestyle.

And we just happened to find a breakthrough today, so we should take a break now.

Matou Ike did not answer, but muttered to herself:

"This afternoon I already got the insects scattered throughout Guanbuzi City to start moving."

Angra Mainyu nodded in response: "Isn't that a good idea? Why not let the insects go find it themselves? Why do they have to go out themselves?"

Matou Ike placed his hand on the door and turned to say:

“Using familiars to monitor is indeed more convenient, but there is still one area that we can’t break into, so I have to go there myself.”

"Even your insects can't get in? Is it a barrier or something?" Angra Mainyu frowned and muttered.

"No, it's just that when the insects get close to those places, the same thing happens as it did at noon today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Matou Ike walked out as if passing through a curtain of water. This was the first time he had used his ability to transform into spirit particles.

Angra Mainyu quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, and Matouchi's elongated shadow returned to normal.

......

During the day, the bustling streets of Kanbushi are teeming with people, who hurry between shops, cafes and office buildings.

But after nightfall, it takes on a different appearance.

As the hustle and bustle of the day gradually fades away, shops close their roller shutters for security.

At this time of year, thieves and robbers are particularly numerous.

Most of them are unemployed vagrants and decadent youths who have dropped out of school.

They seek out their own unique enjoyment at night.

Whether it's venting violence, indulging in drugs, or hunting down women who are alone at home.

In short, at night, this place becomes a den of iniquity.

There's bound to be one you like among snakes, rats, insects, and ants.

Matouchi Reiko's body, transformed into a spirit, re-coalesces before the entrance to a labyrinth composed of different alleyways.

“If there are five places, are you going to search them one by one? Isn’t that a bit too inefficient?” Angra Mainyu asked with some doubt.

Matou Ike took a deep breath and stared straight at the road ahead:

"It's just that I'm contributing a little to the city's security. The fact that these filthy things appeared early and on such a large scale is partly my fault."

"You feel uneasy too? You don't feel guilty, do you?" Angra Mainyu asked with a smile.

“There is a little bit of that…” Matou Ike murmured.

"Then let's go in and wreak havoc!"

Thus, in the pitch-black alley where even moonlight couldn't reach, the tragedy began.

There seemed to be no one at the entrance of the alley; in fact, we had been walking along Matou Pond for over ten minutes without seeing anyone.

This place is almost no different from the outside world.

But the strange hunger within him constantly reminded Matou Ike of the fact that he had stepped into a demonic realm.

There was no light in the alleyway, and the sounds were almost gone.

However, these sounds grew louder and louder as Matouchi moved forward.

It was a mesmerizing sound.

I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before.

—The sounds of chewing and swallowing, accompanied by the faint cracking of bones.

Even Angra Mainyu's previous bizarre eating habits couldn't produce such a sound.

What a monster.

Following the direction from which the sound came, Matou Ike slowly moved closer.

Although the scene was completely dark, the magic of dark vision still allowed people to make out what they were seeing.

As he drew closer, the dark shadow began to gradually reveal its outline.

So this is where the "banquet" is being held. No wonder I couldn't find anyone here earlier.

Thinking this, Matou Ike walked with a smile to the side of the participants in the "banquet".

These "people" were completely unaware of the approaching Matou Pond; they were fully immersed in their feasting revelry.

When Matouchi saw what they were sharing, he felt an overwhelming hunger that almost consumed his reason.

"It has a very strong influence, it's even comparable to the power of suggestive magic."

Matou Ike felt the sensations coming from his body, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He rudely interrupted a participant who was crowding the periphery of the "feast" from eating, grabbed the man by the collar, and asked him:

"Is it tasty?"

The lucky person who was chosen first seemed a little impatient and struggled to get down.

He kept muttering things like "I'm so hungry."

This action did not disrupt the atmosphere of the "feast," and those at the center of the "banquet" probably did not notice what was happening.

But these peripheral participants only glanced up once before focusing their attention back on the "food" in their hands.

Even the lucky person's "food" had been stolen by some unknown force.

Meanwhile, Lucky Guy began to struggle. He hadn't eaten for a minute and was going crazy, so he used his blood-stained, minced meat-covered teeth to bite Matou Ike.

His response was—

"boom!"

As the sound of bullets rang out, some commotion finally broke out at the "banquet," but it was limited to the perimeter. Perhaps the fear of death overwhelmed the hunger in their bodies, or perhaps not.

Because Matouike saw those guys preparing to escape, and before running away, they didn't forget to stuff the "food" in their hands into their pockets.

Soon, the escape turned into looting.

Matou Ike took everything in and sighed:

"What a hopeless bunch..."

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"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Matou Ike coldly observed the chaotic scene before him, choosing not to use the more familiar method of slaughtering these monsters, but instead using bullets.

Insects are creatures that are easily influenced by strange instincts, eventually becoming consumables.

His fingers gripped the gun handle skillfully, his movements swift and precise, bullets flying out one after another.

Each bullet flew from the muzzle, slicing through the dark air and leaving a faint trail of light.

The bullet spun rapidly, heading straight for its target along the predetermined path.

Those who were fleeing or looting had no time to react before they were shot through the head or heart, falling to the ground and splattering blood.

The smell of blood mixed with rotting flesh filled the air, like an invisible mist.

Even as they lay dying, the monsters remained greedy, unwilling to relinquish their "food" in their final moments.

Precisely because they were about to enter the underworld, eating became their last obsession.

This obsession caused their bodies to twitch on the verge of death, their fingertips curling up unwillingly, as if trying to pour their last bit of life force into that rotting piece of flesh.

Without hesitation, Matou Ike kicked away the "meat slice" blocking his path.

The twisted limbs and half-rotten bodies thudded on the ground with dull thuds, like discarded waste, falling heavily to the ground.

He gradually walked toward the center of this "feast," where the hunger was most intense and where the most despicable people gathered.

They didn't even have the idea of ​​running away, or rather, these monsters had lost the ability to think.

All they do is eat, eat, eat!

Just looking at it visually makes you feel your stomach acid churning.

Without saying a word, Matou Ike shot the monster closest to him in the forehead.

The cerebrospinal fluid was blown all over the ground, and half of his head had been cut off.

But its feeding continued unabated, as if the concept of death had ceased to apply to its body.

"Dead Apostles?" Matou Ike thought of this concept when he saw this scene. They were vampires transformed from humans.

"They do look somewhat like Living Dead, but in terms of pure physical abilities, they are already on par with some lower-ranking Dead Apostles. However, they still lack the true power of a Dead Apostle."

Angra Mainyu, unusually, began to analyze the group of monsters before them with Matou Ike.

"It seems we still have to use magic to solve them; it feels a bit wasteful."

Matou Ike removed the ordinary bullets from the "Little Helper" and replaced them with specially made magic bullets.

He gently stroked the gun barrel with his fingers and fired three phosphorus bullets in succession.

The ammunition landed precisely in the three directions he had planned, forming a perfect encirclement that completely trapped the center of the "feast".

The moment the phosphorus bomb landed, blue and white flames immediately ignited around it.

The twisted creatures were engulfed by the flames, with no chance of escape.