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Chapter 288 The Task of Saving the World

After regaining consciousness, the alchemist, now in her young girl form, first surveyed the ruins of the great hall that had been reduced to rubble.

The crimson lava had cooled and solidified, the tall walls had collapsed and crumbled, leaving only some broken rock pillars standing, and the ground looked as if it had been ravaged by a typhoon, with almost no intact place to be found.

My gaze finally settled on the figure in front of me, and I saw an annoying one.

From Carol's perspective, it's like a muscular, oddly styled big guy suddenly showing up at her home in another dimension, asking if she wants to save the world while simultaneously giving her a good thrashing. It's truly a case of being caught in the crossfire when you're just sitting at home.

She's been a recluse for centuries and hasn't even started her plan to destroy the world yet, so how come this fierce, muscular guy who doesn't look like a savior hero at all suddenly appears, acting like he knows her very well?

Where's the Holy Sword? Where's the talkativeness? Where's the Hero Squad?

And what about the script where she first makes a crushing entrance, repeatedly humiliating the main characters until everyone works together to defeat this world-destroying demon queen with friendship and bonds?

Even if we don't expect seven billion people in the world to fight against her, at least we should make sure everyone remembers her forever as the strongest alchemist in history, Carol Mars Dingheim, and give her a grand finale on the most magnificent stage, right?
You can't see anything but raw intensity.

Her face was burning with pain. Even without looking, Carol knew that her face must be red and swollen. Her mouth was full of the taste of blood, and her whole body felt like it was broken. Even if she wanted to move, she couldn't move even her little finger.

However, her injuries were much less severe than she had imagined, and although she was unable to move her body, she was thoughtfully placed on the throne and dressed in a witch's outfit, with a large hat that covered most of her face.

"Master... there's no way to deal with this."

"This guy is ridiculously strong."

"Aww."

Three different voices sounded, all addressing Carol, except the last one was from someone trying to bite someone.

"Sigh." Jagi clapped his hands, pressed down the head of the autonomous puppet that was about to bite him, as if he had done something insignificant, and looked at the three autonomous puppets that he had knocked to the ground and dismembered, saying, "So-so."

After Carol was severely damaged by the Friendship-Breaking Fist, just like a ship girl, the three alchemical autonomous dolls she created finally arrived and, ignoring the difference in strength, launched a suicidal attack on him.

However, even when their master was at full power, he couldn't defeat them. These puppets, who might have some loyalty or were simply controlled by magic, were eliminated without a trace by his White Heron Whirlwind Kick in a single exchange.

Although these dolls all possessed human appearances, human language, and even personalities identical to human girls, Jagi, who was always as hard-hearted as iron, naturally showed no mercy and shredded them all.

Third-rate villains, already in a situation where they are at the mercy of others, start making mindless threats and threats. Second-rate villains will shed tears and beg for mercy with all sorts of ugly gestures or reasons in order to achieve their goals. Carol is clearly not an ordinary girl or a villain.

No matter how unwilling she was, as an alchemist she had her own pride and would never allow herself to appear so pathetic in front of her enemies.

She glanced indifferently at the three wretched dolls, now only torsos and heads, who were still managing to smile at her, before asking without any emotion.

"That was a merciless blow... Aren't you going to kill him?"

Being attacked by unknown people at an unknown time and place—perhaps this pathetic and ridiculous fate is just what suits someone like her, consumed by rage.

But let her die with the last vestiges of an alchemist's pride and composure, like a wounded bird dying a bloody death on a scarred earth. The moment she awoke, she realized she had no ability to resist—all her weapons were disarmed, and the gem containing the spatial teleportation spell and Alca-noise was confiscated.

There is no reason to kill.

The other party gave an unexpected answer. In this situation, the usual response would be "There is no reason not to kill," right?
When she asked the question, the other person also showed a slightly troubled expression, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I don't know where to start... However, I don't have much ill will towards you. On the contrary, I need your help."

Carol naturally showed an expression of disbelief. Who asks for a favor like that?

Jagi understood that her symptoms were actually quite common. In some academy city, she would have been saved by the spiky-haired cult leader with half her life. Unfortunately, although he also had spiky hair, he skipped the part of desperately trying to save the damsel in distress and didn't burn to ashes.

Although he possessed the prototype of all face-breaking fist techniques—the Big Dipper's Sentimental Face-Breaking Fist—he ultimately lacked the charisma to make a girl who had just been beaten believe in him.

Don't you think something's wrong?

—"We need to learn more about the world."

This is Carol's lesson as an alchemist, and what she must possess is the ability to think calmly.

Following Jacques' words, Carol subconsciously recalled all the illogical things that had happened since he appeared.

Why was he able to accurately locate and invade Tifuge from across the entire world?

Why does he act like he knows her even though it's the first time they've met?
And most importantly, why did he say he wanted to "save the world"?

As far as she knew, the world, while not peaceful, wasn't so bad that someone needed to step up and be a great hero to save it, let alone extend an invitation to someone like her.

There is too little information to make any guesses.

“It’s too slow to communicate with words.” Jagi gradually approached the small, blonde, legal loli, turned her face to face with his large, iron-like hands, and stared into her beautiful, stubborn, light blue eyes with his dark, deep eyes.

"You're an alchemist who manipulates memories, aren't you? Then come and see for yourself!"

Let's take a look at the memories of the end of the century!

Let's take a look at what the world would look like after its destruction!
His eyes gradually shone with light, like a shimmering galaxy of memories flowing out of the darkness, pouring into the girl's mind frame by frame.

"This is……?"

Carol was completely shocked and didn't react for a moment.

"Why should I save the world? Because that's my mission!"

(End of this chapter)