In the anime, people are in everyday Tokyo, but they are playing the reincarnation game Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Decisive Battle with the Source of Anomaly.

Upon hearing Mira volunteer, Asagiri first nodded, then looked at the long sword in her hand and chuckled.

“Can you use this thing?”

“Of course, don’t underestimate me!”

Seeing Asagiri’s smiling expression, Mira felt underestimated and immediately struck a drawing-sword stance. Aiming at a desk lamp several meters away, she took a deep breath and lightly shouted, “Slash!”

The next second, accompanied by a cold blade light that was almost invisible, merely a flash, the distant desk lamp slowly split into two halves from the middle.

“Hoo!”

Seeing this scene, Asagiri couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, “Tachi-ya!?”

“Tachi-ya… what’s that?”

Mira tilted her head, looking a bit confused, but then she proudly said, “But that name sounds cool. Since you gave it to me, I’ll reluctantly accept it. From now on, I am Tachi-ya-Mira!”

Seeing the otaku Mira, who looked like she was suffering from chuunibyou, holding a long tachi, Yuuki Asuna couldn’t help but feel a lingering fear.

Since entering the instance, apart from the Crazy Mira, who wasn’t a true Mira, every Mira had been very friendly to the four-person team because of Asagiri. But thinking about it carefully, if these Miras were enemies…

That would be truly terrifying.

Leaving Crazy Mira aside, Hat Mira and Short-Haired Mira were also extraordinarily strong, and they all had weapons in their inventories.

Yuuki Asuna asked herself, if she were to fight Hat Mira or Short-Haired Mira one-on-one, the outcome would be truly hard to say.

And Crazy Mira was a monster among monsters. If she, Katou Megumi, and Iwanaga Kotoko were to encounter her alone… No, even if all three teamed up, it would be difficult to defeat her. After all, Crazy Mira was a madwoman who could pull out grenades from her inventory at any time and physically blow up with them.

“Is everyone ready?”

Crazy Mira lightly swiped her right hand in mid-air, and a virtual panel, constantly flashing with various electronic symbols, appeared before her.

Although Crazy Mira was distorted and insane, it had to be admitted that precisely because she wasn’t a true Mira, she wasn’t limited by preset programs. Thus, through continuous learning and exploration, she had acquired many abilities that ordinary Miras didn’t possess.

Even without the help of Prototype Mira, she could, to some extent, interfere with this game world. For example, just like now, she could erase the BUG that had invaded Mira and the house she lived in, not only saving Mira but also saving the 2D Mira in Mira’s computer.

“Let’s begin.”

Hearing Asagiri’s words, Crazy Mira nodded, then gently touched the virtual panel with her right hand.

“Boom!!!”

The moment Crazy Mira began to officially fix the BUG vulnerability in this version, the entire house suddenly began to tremble. And behind the two doors leading to the bathroom and the living room, faint roars could be heard.

“Violet, you’re responsible for defending that door. Phantom, Necro, Mira, you three stay with Crazy Mira and ensure she isn’t disturbed.”

“Understood.”

Hearing Asagiri’s command, Iwanaga Kotoko and Katou Megumi immediately stood by Crazy Mira, while Yuuki Asuna donned her crimson cloak, holding her exorcist’s longsword, and stood before the door that was supposed to lead to the apartment’s bathroom, but now, it was unknown what was outside, constantly emitting roars.

Asagiri stood before the door leading to the living room. The next second, many characters suddenly appeared on the wall of this originally cozy bedroom. The content was still the same, densely repeating characters.

“Give it back to me!”

“Don’t throw a tantrum like a child.”

The door in front of him slowly disappeared with an electronic distortion. What appeared was not the living room, but an area flowing with crimson lava, with a black-red ground, like hell.

Asagiri remained calm. He simply raised the chainsaw in his hand, his gaze piercing through tens of meters, falling upon a small girl wearing a dirty white dress, her face a dull black-gray, and her eyes two black, empty holes, like a terrifying doll. He showed a slight smile, then put on the gray “Capricious Mask,” and calmly said, “If you want it, come and get it. However, you only have ten minutes.”

Hearing Asagiri’s sarcastic words, Prototype Mira, though eyeless, stared directly at him with those two black, empty holes, conveying intense hatred and anger.

The next second, over a dozen disgusting, alien-like monsters crawled out from the dark-red lava ground, letting out shrill, distorted roars as they charged towards Asagiri’s position.

“It’s finally started.”

Asagiri held the chainsaw. Seeing a monster approaching him, he swung the chainsaw without hesitation. Accompanied by a teeth-grinding cutting sound, the chain blade directly severed the monster’s head.

Dark-red, scalding blood splashed onto his clothes, quickly corroding a hole. The blood that splattered onto his skin, though it also made sizzling corrosive sounds, caused no severe damage after completely evaporating. Only the areas stained by the blood felt like they had been scraped by sandpaper.

“Blood with corrosive effects? However, I have corrosive resistance.”

Even though the equipped Persona was Crazy Mira, Asagiri had not lost the resistance enhancement provided by “Final Rebirth.”

Unlike the passive effect of the Human Shura enhancing physical attributes, “Final Rebirth” was a permanent growth obtained after the Human Shura was destroyed.

Because the Human Shura was the Persona born from his direct confrontation with the fear of death, Asagiri could personally experience it every time the Human Shura was destroyed. And the resistance growth obtained through this feeling would not disappear.

Logically, since he discovered that the monsters’ blood had corrosive effects, Asagiri’s wisest choice at this moment should have been to abandon the chainsaw and instead use the Cursed Rope Dart, whose attack range reached five meters, to minimize the splashing of these monsters’ blood onto him.

But he didn’t do so. He merely wielded the buzzing chainsaw, slaughtering the endless stream of monsters that poured out.

On the other side of the bedroom, Yuuki Asuna was piercing the heads of one failed creation after another with her exorcist’s longsword.

Prototype Mira’s ability was essentially to guide in-game bugs.

There were many types of bugs, like the ground suddenly disappearing before, or the texture error of the blood-gushing mouth covering everything, and also like now, the incorrect refreshing of areas.

“Doors” in the game world were different from doors in the real world. In many video games, developers would use a seamless open world with small area loading to optimize the game’s loading experience and reduce the player’s computer’s computational burden.

For example, like the famous Elder Scrolls V.

When players moved around the large map in this game, they wouldn’t enter a loading screen, allowing for a smooth gaming experience. But once they wanted to enter a house, as long as they opened a door or passed through a cave, a loading screen would appear.

What Prototype Mira was doing now was using bugs to incorrectly load the living room and bathroom behind the door as areas where failed creations and those monsters gathered, making things that shouldn’t appear here appear before the team.

“Ding,”

After several minutes of continuous high-intensity combat, Yuuki Asuna finally made a mistake. While piercing the head of a failed creation with her exorcist’s longsword, she didn’t have time to pull out the sword. Facing the bite of another failed creation lunging at her, she could only raise her left arm to block.

“Hiss…”

The failed creation bit Yuuki Asuna’s arm. The intense pain made her frown slightly, but Yuuki Asuna did not stop her movements because of it. She pulled out her exorcist’s longsword with her right hand and directly pierced the head of that failed creation.

Crimson blood dripped down from her wound.

“It hurts so much…”

This was the first time Yuuki Asuna had been injured in an instance, but her personality was very strong. The pain in her arm did not make her timid; instead, it aroused her competitive spirit.

“Grasp of the Underworld.”

Just as several more failed creations were about to pounce, a huge pale ghostly hand appeared in the void, directly crushing the clustered creatures into pieces.

Following that was Iwanaga Kotoko’s calm voice. “Violet, are you alright?”

Yuuki Asuna nodded, gripping the exorcist’s longsword in her hand, and softly replied, “Yes, I’m fine, thank you.”

“Mira, go help her.”

“Okay.”

After Mira walked over to help Yuuki Asuna fight those failed creations, Iwanaga Kotoko’s gaze turned to Asagiri, who was guarding the other side. She saw that he had wounds on multiple parts of his body, including his shoulder blades, calves, and arms, and his black clothes were tattered from the corrosive monster blood.

Even though he looked somewhat disheveled, Asagiri’s eyes beneath the mask remained as calm as ever. The intense pain from the monster bites, penetrations, and tears did not affect his movements, as he had already grown accustomed to the pain of being hit by rubber bullets during his training with Ashikaga Miwa.

He simply continued to slaughter any monsters that dared to approach with the chainsaw in his hand. Around him, the mutilated body parts of monsters were gradually piling up, contrasting with the dark-red lava ground and flowing magma, forming a cruel and bloody masterpiece.

And Prototype Mira stood tens of meters away, watching Asagiri fight the monsters, muttering, “Give it back to me… Not enough… Not enough…”

The moment its words fell, nearly a hundred monsters suddenly drilled out from the surrounding ground, slowly approaching Asagiri’s position.

“Are all the monsters coming out? It seems it knows time is pressing, but…”

Asagiri put down the chainsaw in his hand and slowly removed his dark gray mask, a relaxed smile still on his face.

“That’s right, I’ve been fighting these monsters, so your hatred and attention are on me. And using a chainsaw as a weapon, while not very effective, makes a lot of noise and has a high presence…”

At this point, Asagiri suddenly changed the subject. “Do it, Phantom.”

As his words fell, Prototype Mira belatedly noticed that Katou Megumi, holding a black sniper rifle, had somehow approached its side, and the dark muzzle was already aimed at its right leg.

“Bang!!”