Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 819 To the Brilliant Person
"Lord Setsuna—!"

Inside the makeshift tin-roofed low-rent housing, cries of agony echoed. As the man watched the "Land of Eternal Dreams" engulfed in flames on the screen, he felt his heart clench violently, a sharp pain shooting through him.

Many people have already rushed to the location of "Eternal Dreamland" and started live streaming. [Dust Contract Generation] has been extremely generous to these live streams, providing them with free streaming packages in a rare move, so that everyone can see them.

If I were there
He berated himself while quickly opening his social media accounts. One of the group chats, named "Fleeting Pantyhose," had over 999+ members, but when he clicked in, it was completely silent.

Suddenly, someone jumped out.

"What are you all so dejected about? Lord Setsuna will not lose!"

"But."

"No buts!"

After sending that message, the person also sent a photo.

It was an extremely dilapidated Jeep, so old that one might suspect it would creak and groan the moment they sat down. The back seat was crammed with bulging backpacks. The front seats were covered with a dazzling array of merchandise, strung together with strings of lights that swayed and shimmered.

The background is a patch of murky sand.

"Just because Lady Setsuna lost, does that mean you no longer love her? Are all the things we've done together in the group these past few years—resonating with each other, organizing anti-piracy events, and providing support—all just pretense? Did I, Mike Rilin, really misjudge you?"

The opponent typed a string of words rapidly, dominating the screen single-handedly.

"You're so wrong, so wrong! Now is the time for people like us to charge into battle, and you're all here looking so gloomy. Aren't you ashamed?!"

"Alright, that's all I'll say—no matter what you think, I've already set off to save Lord Setsuna!"

Wh-what?!

I never expected to find such a determined person in the group.
The man's face flushed red with shame and guilt, and he felt as if he had been severely scolded and woken up.

He rolled out of bed and dialed a communication number.

"Employee ID 9534? Didn't you take leave? Never mind, it doesn't matter. Just wanted to remind you that you have 3 hours, 27 minutes, and 33 seconds of leave left. If you want to continue taking leave, HR has launched a new discounted package that only costs..."

“I have a name. My name was written on the handwritten postcard that Lord Setsuna sent me.”

".ha?"

"I'm not employee number 9534! I'm a person! I'm the 45,507th fan of Zenru Shashinara!" The man roared into the phone, "You bunch of loveless and hopeless beasts! You don't treat others or yourselves as human beings! You're rotten to the core!"

"I'm telling you! I quit—I'm firing you all!" the man gritted his teeth. "I'm going to save Zenryusha!"

There's no time to slack off!

Before the stunned other person could say anything, the man hung up the call. He spent a minute opening various loan platforms, maxing out his funds, and then quickly placed orders on shopping platforms for guns, ammunition, food, water, medicine, used cars, and a complete set of live-streaming equipment.

While waiting for the delivery drone to arrive, he packed his belongings. The metal badge was a merchandise item from Zenryusatsuna's "Torrent Movement" concert; the winking figurine was one of Zenryusatsuna's forty swimsuit skins; and the light stick next to him was a limited edition that could play a holographic dance silhouette with just a light press.

A stack of instant noodle boxes covered with Setsuna's chibi image lay to one side, the satisfied smile of Zenryu Setsuna holding a cup of noodles on the packaging making one smile. On the other side were several carefully piled-up support T-shirts.
After the man finished packing up, he opened the door with his bags and packages. The jeep, which had probably been owned by someone else, had already stopped automatically, belching out black smoke.

He carefully stuffed his luggage inside, clipped on the rifle he had just bought, and was about to start the engine when, as if suddenly remembering something, he abruptly got out of the car.

After circling the jeep, he finally remembered what was missing.

The man rummaged through his luggage and found a wrapped flag. He unwrapped it with a swish, revealing the words "The Setsuna Army is advancing!" in large characters. He planted the flag on the jeep, then without hesitation, pushed the lever all the way to the floor and sped off into the sunlight.

The car radio was broadcasting news: the country had split apart, and the "New Order Federation" had been established.
The man belatedly realized that the new leave-taking discount package that the company's HR department had mentioned earlier might be related to this "New Order Federation." But he didn't have time to concern himself with such trivial matters.
Lord Setsuna is still waiting for me to save her.

"—Conservative estimates suggest that over 800,000 people are heading to the Alosha region from all over, and the number is rapidly increasing. They are all fans of Zenryusetsana; the higher-ups want to stop them, that would be best."

"I fucking don't care if they live or die!" Upon seeing the communication, the regional commander of the Security Bureau slammed his fist on the table, wishing he could shoot the person on the other end of the line. He cursed, "I'm still at a stalemate with the company. To put it bluntly, I'm the one being beaten down right now! Where am I supposed to find the manpower to stop these idiots from above!"

"And I remember there were already checkpoints set up before!"

"Yes, that's it! These guys have already started their assault!"

A slightly blurry video was transmitted, showing a hail of bullets, incendiary bombs, grenades, and rocket launchers flying everywhere. Some cars were stopped, turned into burning wrecks that could no longer move. But there were many more vehicles, including trucks, cars, jeeps, fire department helicopters, and even an armored vehicle secretly driven out by armed personnel from an unknown company.

Raising flags of all sizes, and to the tune of the battle songs sung by Zenryusha in the past, they brazenly stormed the checkpoints set up by the "New Order Federation," attempting to break into Alosha and the surrounding area—which had been designated as an extremely high-risk zone in the announcement of the [Scientific Ethics Committee].

boom!
boom!
Perhaps it had triggered a landmine, or perhaps it was the residual force of a rocket, but the jeep was thrown into the air with terrifying force, spinning several times before crashing down, completely mangled. From the crushed and deformed cab, a dusty, dirty man emerged, his hair and blood a tangled mess of gunpowder and smoke.

If it were a natural person, they would probably have lost half their life in that blow. Fortunately, he was a prosthetic human of the new era. He used the prosthetic arm that replaced his right arm to push open the deformed car door and slid out.

"Don't let him get away! Quick, get adrenaline, hemostatic spray, anesthetic, and handcuffs!"

He heard a muffled roar and hurried, ever-approaching footsteps. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the scattered remains of his collection, treasures he had painstakingly gathered and cherished, now lying floating in the blood-soaked mud.

Even the banner that read "The Setsuna Army is advancing!" was burned down to half and was also mired in mud and filth.

He struggled to get up, and after several attempts, he managed to stand. The man stumbled toward the flag, his outstretched hand trembling as he tried to pick it up.

Just as he was about to touch the flag, a tremendous force came from behind, and an armed man wearing the insignia of the "New Order Federation" suddenly slammed the man down.

"You are now officially under arrest—"

"His injuries are pretty bad! Where's the medical team? Hurry up—!"

A metal prosthetic limb pressing down on his head, electrified handcuffs locking his hands behind his back, and a loud shout that seemed to come from both near and far.
"Zen Zen."

The man did not resist. He turned his head with difficulty, staring intently at the flag so close to him, seemingly within reach: "Zen Ryusei."

He sobbed, his face wet; was it raining?
Unbeknownst to the man, his face was warm and burning hot. He suddenly unleashed unprecedented strength, and even the armed men almost couldn't hold him down!
"go!"

The man seemed to be shouting his blood out!

"—Go and shine brightly at the center of the world, Zenryusatsuna!"

But how can a desperate roar attract attention on a battlefield where fierce fighting is taking place?

The next second, it was drowned out by the roar of gunfire, ignored by everyone. The next second, the man felt a pain in his back as some liquid was injected into him. Within a few breaths, a heavy drowsiness washed over him, his eyelids began to droop, and the surrounding sounds grew fainter and fainter, gradually fading into the distance.
"Ah."

The silence was broken quietly.

The man was suddenly stunned. In a dreamlike state, someone leaned down and whispered softly in his ear.

"I heard it."

—In the distant beyond, amidst the scorching flames of countless fires.

The girl suddenly opened her eyes!

(End of this chapter)