Kaguya-sama: Love Is War wants me to turn myself in.

Upon hearing this, the three evil spirit maids stepped forward, ready to capture Amamiya Natsuki at Lady Hachikami's command.

"Please wait a moment." Natsuki Amamiya extended his right hand. "Although I cannot prove the existence of the theater to you for the time being, I can let you experience the true deliciousness."

The eight-foot-tall lady squinted and said:

"What do you mean?"

"The literal meaning." Amamiya Natsuki smiled. "I'm the top-notch dark chef."

"..."

The day before yesterday, when everyone was in the cafeteria, no one ate the pig feed, but Natsuki Amamiya still bought a portion and then summoned Mrs. Kaguya to taste it.

After taking only one bite, Mrs. Kaguya spat out her opinion:

It tastes absolutely awful!

It tastes like pig swill!

It tasted sour and astringent, like a sour orange that had been picked prematurely before it was ripe. In short, it was extremely unpalatable.

Its only advantage is that even evil spirits can experience the taste.

Both Lady Hachikami and Lady Sadako are evil spirits, and they are obviously susceptible to the corruption of emptiness.

After Natsuki Amamiya entered the warehouse, she saw that Lady Hachisak was drinking black tea. Was she really that thirsty?

It's highly unlikely.

That cup of black tea, like the 'pig slop' in the cafeteria, was probably just something to combat the erosion of emptiness.

Therefore, Natsuki Amamiya was very confident that her culinary disasters would definitely be more effective than a cup of black tea.

"Then I'll give you a chance." Madam Hachi-tachi stood up. Her towering height of 2.6 meters meant she could easily touch the warehouse ceiling with a simple gesture, exuding an imposing aura. She looked down at Amamiya Natsuki, revealing two rows of white teeth. "If you deceive me, the consequences will be severe."

"Please rest assured, Madam," Natsuki Amamiya said confidently. "I guarantee I won't let you down."

"..."

The eight-foot-tall lady did not speak, but turned to leave the warehouse.

Amamiya Natsuki naturally followed suit.

"Pull—"

After taking two steps, someone gently tugged at the hem of my clothes.

When Amamiya Natsuki turned his head, he saw Sadako, whose face was covered by black hair, tugging at his sleeve. Although he couldn't see her face, he could easily imagine her pitiful appearance.

Having experienced the taste of life in the theater, being summoned to the real world now only intensifies the erosion of emptiness.

That's why even the yandere young lady who always wants to compete with Kaguya doesn't want to come to the real world.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Natsuki Amamiya ruffled Sadako's hair and then put her back into the theater.

Having already made contact with Madam Yachi, the rest is up to me; there's no need to let Miss Sadako suffer outside any longer.

Walk out of the warehouse.

The bait at the entrance was clearly surprised to see Natsuki Amamiya.

"Don't panic," Madam Yachi said calmly. "You can deactivate the transformation now."

The woman nodded slightly, removed her disguise, and revealed her true form—a demonic maid.

Rumble.

From the darkness not far away, the tall, malevolent manager rushed over, his crimson eyes fixed on Amamiya Natsuki, and he said in a low voice:

"Madam...who is he?"

The eight-foot-tall lady said nonchalantly:

"This little guy is the thief who stole from the warehouse."

Upon hearing this, the evil manager became enraged, clenched her fist, and with a punch as powerful as that of a basketball player, slammed it directly towards Amamiya Natsuki.

Amamiya Natsuki quickly took a half step back and hid directly behind the Eight-Foot Lady.

The evil manager abruptly stopped his fist, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at Amamiya Natsuki, radiating murderous intent.

"Madam, get out of my way! I'm going to crush his head!"

The eight-foot-tall lady said coldly:

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

"..."

That simple sentence instantly calmed the evil spirit manager down, and he quickly bowed his head in submission.

But the next moment.

Lady Hachi-hachi shifted her feet half a step to the side, making way for Amamiya Natsuki, and bowed her head, saying:

"If you want to sign a contract with me, you must have sufficient combat power... Go and prove your ability."

Amamiya Natsuki sighed helplessly.

Although she was always easy to talk to, it was clear that Madam Bachi was not a kind-hearted person.

Putting yourself in a one-on-one fight with the evil manager has obvious consequences if you lose.

Amamiya Natsuki suddenly remembered the manga "The Eight-Foot Lady" that she had read before.

At the end of the comic, the little boy is driven away by his parents, while the Eight-Foot Lady chases after him reluctantly. The scene is heartwarming, as if the love between a human and a ghost is still unfinished.

However, the eight-foot-tall lady reflected in the rearview mirror was actually a terrifying, twisted evil spirit that could instantly calm Gilgamesh down and even leave him with psychological trauma.

“The proof is no problem…” Amamiya Natsuki took two steps forward, stood in front of the evil spirit manager, and then turned to look at Madam Yasakani, “Madam, if I win, could you let me sit in the manager’s seat?”

The evil manager roared in fury: "You're courting death!"

The eight-foot-tall lady ignored him and nodded calmly, saying:

"can."

The evil manager turned his head and looked at her: "Madam..."

"Ok?"

The eight-foot-tall lady glanced at her indifferently.

The evil spirit manager instantly wilted, not daring to argue. His blood-red eyes fixed on Amamiya Natsuki, he gritted his teeth and said:

"You despicable thief! I'll crush your bones one by one!"

While stretching, Natsuki Amamiya waved to Yukino in the corner and smiled:

"Thief is too offensive a word. Please call me a ruthless bandit."

"die!"

The evil manager threw a punch, the enormous fist carrying a whistling wind, aimed directly at Amamiya Natsuki's head.

Amamiya Natsuki narrowed her eyes, her body neither dodging nor avoiding, but instead she suddenly took half a step forward, activating her passive ability 'Divine Speed', and dodged the evil manager's fist by a hair's breadth, while at the same time defending and counterattacking, her fist slamming into the evil manager's chin with lightning speed.

The evil spirit felt no pain, but when its chin was attacked, its head would instinctively tilt back and its feet would stagger back half a step.

As if she had anticipated this, Natsuki Amamiya followed up in unison, kicking the evil spirit manager in the back of the knee, causing the evil spirit manager to lose his balance and his massive body to crash to the ground.

This set of fighting moves is fluid and looks quite impressive, but of course, it's not practical.

True fighting skills are killing techniques, not performance techniques.

Natsuki Amamiya did this simply for the sake of performance.

If he really wanted to kill the evil spirit leader, he could simply activate time stop; three seconds would be enough time for him to tear the evil spirit leader to pieces.

But no.

I may be stronger than the leader of the evil spirits, but I cannot be stronger than the Eight-Foot Lady.

Forced to stop time, instantly killing the evil spirit manager, Madam Eight Feet's expression now is definitely not one of admiration, but rather of vigilance and fear.

"You're in good health." Madam Bachi licked her lips with interest, emphasizing her promise, and said in a cheerful voice, "Little one, if you win, I can make an exception and let you experience real joy."

Chapter 801 Madam, Admit It, You Can't Go Back.

In the corner.

"Hey hey hey, the guild leader is fighting that evil spirit boss!"

Fujiwara Chika's eyes widened, and she was about to rush out to help.

The pendant's form was quite dull and boring, so Fujiwara Chika temporarily stepped away.

"Do not impulse."

Yukino Yukinoshita hugged Chika tightly, her expression serious, and whispered:

“Xia Shu just gave an OK sign, so the situation is obviously under control... If we go out now, it will only cause him trouble.”

Fujiwara Chika tried to open her eyes wide:

"How come I didn't see it?"

Yukino Yukinoshita whispered:

"You're worrying too much; concern makes you lose your composure."

“Yukino-chan said I was worried…” Fujiwara Chika turned to look at her and whispered, “You’ve already taken out your weapon.”

"..."

Yukino looked down and realized she had somehow taken out a weapon. Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she quickly put the weapon away, trying to sound nonchalant as she said:

"It's just to prepare in advance, just in case."

"Yukino-chan, you don't need to explain," Fujiwara Chika muttered under her breath. "You've already officially announced your relationship with the president, so just openly admit you're worried about him. I won't laugh at you."

Yukinoshita Yukino: "..."

Yukino Yukinoshita let out a sigh of relief and whispered: