What should I do if the hero is resurrected in the Monster Girl Encyclopedia?

Chapter 133 The Filthy Body Bewitches the Gods: Thunderous Heavenly Forging (Part 2)

In the fraction of a second that Pantelekia judged Mirad's various spells as "junk information," the reality on the battlefield had already been quietly altered.

Simple deception and trickery could not possibly render the Pantelekia completely unusable. The mech possessed learning abilities far exceeding those of ordinary beings, solely due to the blessings of the God of Wisdom and the God of Dreams.

After a brief analysis, it should realize that these bizarre spells pose no real threat; they are merely Mirad's bluffing and misleading information. At that point, a more perfect, efficient, and precise strike will follow.

But Mirad caught a crucial point during their exchange... As a deductive machine relying on the blessing of the Dream God, Pantelekia would never waste even a single moment or bit of magic on anything that Pantelekia deemed "redundant."

So, the most likely fate of these bubbles and songs labeled as "junk information" is to be completely filtered out by its perception system and discarded like worn-out shoes, just as vision automatically ignores the blind spots of the eye.

In that case, turning yourself into "junk information"... might make you temporarily invisible in Pantelekia's eyes.

This was an extremely bold move, based on absurd speculation and instinct, but Mirand thought it was an idea worth trying.

"Ho..."

A strange sound, like that of a dying patient, escaped from Mirad's throat. This was not due to pain, but rather an inevitable result of drastic changes in his physiological structure.

His lungs, along with his entire respiratory system, had been removed. Now, in their place, filling his suddenly empty chest cavity, were clusters of soap bubbles, shimmering and reflecting illusory iridescent colors, within which tiny hyolita danced. The generated guide flags, meanwhile, served as part of the skeleton, supporting Mirad's physical form…

Although the necromancy inscribed in his bones prevented him from losing control of his entire body, he still removed a few less essential bones just in case. The small tour guide flag fluttered comically inside his cavity, moving without wind.

Skin, internal organs, most tendons, and a small part of the brain.

Unnecessary organs, as well as some necessary physiological structures, were all replaced in a fraction of a second with byproducts of the techniques invented by Hiolita within the Arm of Love.

He is actively removing his "human" qualities; compared to an active human being, he is now more like a tattered shell propped up by junk information.

He was not without excruciating pain, but he had long since grown accustomed to it. The greater burden was the frantic loss of his magic and maintaining this illogical state of being, preventing Mirad's own regenerative abilities from replenishing his body once more.

...He can only maintain this state for one-tenth of a second. After that, he will return to normal due to his regenerative abilities.

After his initial doubts, Pantelekia will surely use magical power to track his location.

Therefore, the time that Mirad bought for himself was only one-tenth of a second.

One-tenth of a second. It was enough to bypass Pantelekia's anticipation of his attack and launch what might be his only chance to strike.

Pantelekia's sensors continued to function faithfully, clearly observing Mirad standing there. However, in its newly updated judgment system, all data streams about Mirad from the visual and magical perception units were now clearly labeled... irrelevant noise, invalid data, low-priority interference.

These signals are automatically filtered to avoid unnecessary module usage.

Destroy the target immediately! He's right in front of you!

The deep purple V-shaped light band flickered, almost turning into a pale, garbled mess. Its launch port contained enough magic to annihilate the entirety of Creteia, but it was momentarily paralyzed because it couldn't accurately pinpoint the single, true coordinate from a sea of ​​information marked as junk.

And this stiffness lasted for... a tenth of a second. On Mirad's right arm, the swirling golden light stream continuously compressed and receded. A narrow, twisted magical blade, seemingly composed of countless fragmented lights and cacophony, suddenly extended... Unstable, multicolored bubbles danced around its edges, and within it echoed the subtle reverberations of Lilim's lullaby. One could even vaguely see the phantom of Siolitta making a heart shape within, recommending today's recipes and forecasting the weather!
This was a complete and utter blow made up of information garbage.

The length of the light blade was just enough for Mirad to slice through the entire body of the Pantelekia.

Just as the light blade was swung out, the limit of one-tenth of a second was about to be reached.

Pantelekia finally redefined its priorities, filtering out some of the junk information and rescanning the battlefield with high power consumption. It finally caught the extremely pure and dangerous magical reaction that was right in front of it!
Its V-shaped light stripe suddenly changed from chaotic flashing to a blinding scarlet, signifying extreme danger!

But it was too late.

Mirad couldn't pinpoint the mech's vital point. Was it the head? The reactor in its chest? Or the magic core circuits scattered throughout the machine? He had no time to search or probe.

Therefore, he chose the simplest, most direct, and most unquestionable method.

That golden blade of light, carrying junk information yet containing terrifying magic, ignored all the defensive magic that Pantelekia hastily activated at the last moment, moving at a speed beyond the reach of thought!
The light blade traced a perfect horizontal trajectory.

There was no deafening explosion, nor any flying sparks.

There was only a faint, heart-stopping hiss as matter was forcibly separated by extreme force.

Pantelekia's massive mechanical body was effortlessly cleaved in two at the waist by Mirad!

The broken edge was as smooth as a mirror. The intricate internal structure, the shimmering magic circuits, and the massive amount of azure magic overflowing from within... were all exposed to the air of the wasteland in an instant.

The upper half of the fuselage, still bearing the flickering crimson V-shaped light strip, slowly slid down at an angle, crashing heavily to the ground along with the lower half with a dull thud.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Mirad stood before the wreckage, his chest heaving violently.

His respiratory system had already regenerated, greedily drawing in air. All the byproducts of waste information in his body were being rapidly replaced and expelled by the rapidly regenerating flesh and organs.

Did he win...?

A rational alarm bell rang in his mind. Faced with a creation blessed by multiple gods, merely cleaving it in two was far from a victory. It had to be utterly destroyed, crushed beyond repair!

Cutting it in half isn't safe enough, so I continued to swing the light blade and cut it into even smaller pieces!
On the Love Arm of his right arm, the previously slightly weakened golden light blade hummed again, preparing to unleash the next devastating slash.

But... at the very moment Mirad was about to act, a sudden change occurred.

The V-shaped light band, which should have gradually dimmed, lit up again. This time, it was neither the usual scarlet nor the deep purple representing the activation of the Dream God's blessing. Instead, it was a more violent, more primal, crimson red, like the inextinguishable divine fire in the forge of heaven!
Divine Forging Blessing, activated.

With the blessing of the rising sun, it is activated.

(End of this chapter)