Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

It stiffly turned its neck, and Pandora's figure once again materialized from the ripples of nothingness, standing just a step away from it, her white robes still spotless.

His brows and eyes were calm and expressionless, but in those eyes was an unfathomable delusion, as if it could devour all reality.

"I've seen a ghost!"

The giant wolf let out a terrified whimper, its scarlet eyes filled with panic. Gone was its previous savagery and domineering nature. Immense fear gripped its limbs, leaving it without even the courage to fight back.

It suddenly turned its head and looked at the dark fairy tale book that was glowing with a dark light to the side, no longer caring about its argument with Pinocchio.

Its massive body transformed into a frantic black shadow, rushing madly toward the black light.

He ran and roared at Pinocchio, his voice filled with panic and confusion:

"You go ahead, old man! I have something to do, I'm leaving now!"

Before the words were even finished, it plunged headfirst into the dark light of the Dark Fairy Tale Book, its figure vanishing without a trace in an instant.

All that remained was a rapidly receding black light and Pinocchio standing there, completely dumbfounded.

Pinocchio's hand, which was raised in mid-air, froze, and he stopped covering his withered nose. His wooden face was filled with astonishment.

Looking in the direction where the giant wolf disappeared, and then turning to look at Pandora who was walking slowly towards him, he was caught in a dilemma, unable to move forward or backward, and was completely frozen in place.

"Um... if I fuck you, will you resist?"

Pandora stopped in her tracks, dressed in pristine white, her eyes gleaming with a cool indifference. With a flick of her finger, a wisp of illusory power swirled around her fingertip like a stream of light.

She spoke with a smile, her tone as calm as stating a given fact, yet it made the very fibers of Pinocchio's body tremble:

"You will turn into a flurry of sawdust."

These six words, like the death knell of the Grim Reaper, shattered Pinocchio's last shred of arrogance.

He took a deep breath, the air inside him making an awkward "crackling" sound between the wooden joints, nodded stiffly, his tone full of appeasing compromise, and spoke as fast as a drumbeat:

"Okay, okay! I have something to do too, I'll be going now!"

Before he could finish speaking, he disregarded everything else and plunged headfirst into the dark fairy tale book.

The dark light flickered for a moment, then returned to complete stillness, without any further movement.

The church, which had been in complete chaos, finally fell silent.

Pandora landed slowly, the faint ripples around her gradually subsiding. She lowered her eyes and swept them over the empty ground, her cool and aloof expression devoid of any extra emotion.

He then turned around and walked step by step toward the throne.

Pandora stopped in front of Green and looked at the man sitting on the throne with his eyes closed.

She leaned down slightly, stretched out her slender, fair hand, and gently lifted his head. The movement wasn't exactly gentle, but it carried a deliberate calmness.

"Mr. Green, there's no point in two people who can't die continuing to fight."

"How about we think about how to completely extract your witch factor?"

Her voice remained soft, with a hint of persuasion, her gaze fixed on Green's silent face, awaiting his response.

Almost the instant he finished speaking, several invisible, dark hands suddenly emerged from behind Green.

Without hesitation, one of the tubes went straight into his chest cavity, precisely pressing on his dormant heart, and began performing CPR quickly and forcefully.

Thump~ Thump~

One beat, two beats, and the heart, which had been silent for so long, finally began to beat steadily and powerfully again under the grasping of an invisible hand.

The next second, Green suddenly opened his eyes, a cold, sharp glint flashing in them.

Without the slightest hesitation, he gripped the longsword tightly in his hand and suddenly exerted force with his wrist.

With a "pfft".

The sharp blade pierced Pandora's abdomen in an instant.

The cold tip of the sword pierced through her clothes and flesh. Pandora's body stiffened abruptly as she looked down at the long sword in her abdomen, a soft groan of pain escaping her lips.

She then looked up at Green, her voice tinged with a hint of pain, yet she remained composed:

"Ouch, that really hurts, Mr. Green, but you probably didn't manage to stab me."

The moment those words were spoken, tiny, illusory ripples spread across Pandora's body, instantly distorting the surrounding reality.

The sword blade, which had penetrated deep into his abdomen, began to retreat little by little, and the blood gushing from the blade flowed back into the wound as if time had reversed.

The marks from the puncture were about to disappear completely.

Green watched the scene unfold before him, a playful smile slowly creeping onto his lips. His gaze turned cold as he looked at Pandora and spoke slowly:

"Did I really miss?"

Pandora lowered her gaze to her abdomen, which was gradually returning to normal. The power of illusion still flowed around her, and her tone was absolutely certain:

"Of course, isn't that an obvious result?"

"Shh!"

Green suddenly raised a finger to his lips, his eyes deep, and his voice low, "I'm not asking you."

As soon as the words were spoken, a clear, innocent child's voice suddenly rang out from behind the throne, carrying the unique sincerity of a child, without a trace of falsehood.

"Your Majesty, I saw you stab her."

A little boy with a pure face and clear eyes cautiously peeked half his head out from the edge of the throne behind Green.

He looked directly at Pandora, repeating the facts he had witnessed with his own eyes, word by word.

The moment those words were spoken, the distorted, illusory power surrounding Pandora shattered instantly, and the altered reality was rapidly restored with overwhelming force!

The longsword, which had just retreated, plunged into her abdomen again, and the blood gushed out instantly, soaking her snow-white robes.

A real and intense pain instantly swept over her entire body.

"Uh~"

Pandora could no longer suppress the extreme pain and let out a broken whimper.

She clutched her abdominal wound tightly with both hands, her legs gave way, and she curled up and fell onto the cold ground, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the long sword embedded deep in her abdomen, then at the innocent-looking little boy. Her voice trembled with pain and disbelief.

"How could this be? What kind of power is this that can interfere with my authority?"

Green chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping over Pandora curled up on the ground, his tone indifferent.

"This little guy is just honest; he's the nemesis of people like you who cheat."

As soon as he finished speaking, Green gripped the hilt of his sword with a sudden burst of strength, flicked his wrist, and lifted the limp Pandora off the ground.

The sharp blade carried Pandora's body, sending her flying backward.

With a dull thud, she was pinned to the mottled stone wall of the church.

His limbs hung limply, and blood from his abdomen flowed continuously down the blade, spreading a large, glaring crimson stain on the wall.

Pandora was writhing in pain, but she was firmly bound by the longsword and could not move an inch. She could only stare at Grin, a hint of panic flashing in her usually calm eyes.

Then, Green gently flipped his hand, and a crystal shoe, sparkling with a warm, soft light, appeared in his palm.

The crystal shoe exuded an obscure and eerie magic, causing Pandora's heart to tighten even from several meters away.

"What...what do you want to do?"