Unlimited Ambition

"Damn it!" I was stunned for a moment. Yakumo Yukari took the opportunity to try to break free from my restraints, but unexpectedly, I snapped my fingers, and an absolute binding spell was cast. Dark purple magical chains bound Yakumo Yukari's hands and feet, and severed the circulation of her demonic energy.

"Do you know how dangerous what you're doing is?" I whispered in her ear.

"Where exactly is the danger?" Yakumo Yukari's smile remained unchanged, showing no sign of fear.

"Me? I'm the kind of person who would absolutely crush a lollipop when I eat it. To put it simply, I can't resist and completely follow my own desires." I said this while gently biting her ear, my eyes practically blazing with lust.

"Is that so?" Zi seemed completely unconcerned.

"You're playing with fire, miss," I said as a final remark. Then I forcefully kissed her lips and deftly unbuttoned her clothes.

However, what puzzled me a little was that Zi still maintained her smile in this situation—as if she was waiting for me to get my revenge.

"What happened? Why is the incinerator gone?" A confused voice asked, as footsteps drew closer...

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath, then scooped Zi up in my arms and hid in the bushes nearby. Zi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I'll deal with you next time!" I said, then glared at Zi fiercely. Afterwards, I untied her restraints. Zi giggled and kissed me on the cheek before disappearing into the gap.

Later, that troublesome guy was diagnosed with erectile dysfunction. And as a result, he became infertile—but that's another story.

After suffering a huge loss with Zi, I was in a bad mood all day. I looked even worse than Chunri. I was extremely unhappy—until noon.

Because at this very moment, I have an appointment to attend.

That was something Mikuru wrote to me; it seemed to be a love letter.

The location was the clubroom. The time was after lunch break.

Therefore, during my lunch break, I ran out without even having time to eat.

At this point, I still didn't know what my senior meant—but it was basically one of these options: asking to date, asking to mate, asking to have sex, etc.

So, I can at least vent my emotions a little. Even though the place isn't great, I can't worry about that right now.

In no time, I arrived at the clubroom door and walked in without knocking: "Mikuru—"

Then I saw a larger version of Mikuru—every part of her was a size bigger—looking at me with expectant eyes: "Kyon, it's been a long time."

I sensed a hint of resentment in the air.

"You are... Asahina Mikuru's older sister?" I asked.

When Asahina heard what I said, she burst out laughing: "Kyon, you really are... No matter what, I am who I am."

"The future?" That was the answer that came to my mind quickly, and I received an affirmative reply.

"That's right, a future much further away than Mikuru, whom you're with every day now."

"I see." I nodded, walked over and pushed her down. Then, just like this morning, I easily unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing.

"Kyū...no, don't do this."

"You say no, but your body says otherwise," I chuckled, stroking her genitals. Then I uttered this classic line.

It's 2:30 PM. I've already missed two classes. School's almost over. But I don't really care.

After our passionate encounter, Mikuru (older) seemed to have used up a lot of energy and was now nestled in my arms. She seemed a little shy.

"You idiot. I thought it would be so romantic to see you again." Asahina rolled her almond-shaped eyes, saying with a mix of delight and reproach.

"Pretty much," I chuckled, and pinched her again.

"Don't be like that, I have something important to tell you." Asahina (Da) snorted lightly: "Speaking of which, at this time, you and I shouldn't have defined that kind of relationship yet, right? Why did you..." At this point, Asahina (Da) blushed and couldn't continue.

"Because I like you," I said with a light laugh, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"What kind of reason is that?" Asahina (the older one) was clearly a little angry.

"So, I've spent so much time with that other version of you. It's impossible for me not to win her over. In that case, the one from even further into the future... is naturally a piece of cake."

I said with a touch of smugness. Then a question suddenly occurred to me: "By the way, this is our first time together, right? It's a little unfair, isn't it?"

"What did you lose?" Asahina asked.

"Because the first time I lost my virginity wasn't me—no, it should be me—hiss, no, that you should be me, but this you isn't me…no, this you is also that you, so it should still be me…still no—"

Before I could finish speaking, I was hit with a barrage of soft punches from Asahina (the older sister) in the chest. They weren't harmful at all; in fact, they felt quite good. This made me laugh again.

After a while, my love affair with Mikuru was over. Once I was dressed, I used an air-cleansing spell to completely dispel the lewd atmosphere in the room. Only then did I begin to inquire about Mikuru's so-called "serious business."

"For some reason, I can only give you a hint," Mikuru said apologetically. "Do you know Snow White?"

"Sorry, I don't know."

“…I almost forgot.” Mikuru slapped her forehead: “You’re from another world.”

How did you know that?

"You told me that yourself."

"...Okay, please continue."

"Then remember: a prince's kiss can cure all ailments."

"That makes things much simpler." I nodded, indicating that I understood.

"Then my work is finished... I hope to see you again soon, my love..." Asahina (the older sister) said, reluctantly standing up to leave.

"Wait a minute!" I called out to her. "Will we ever see each other again?"

"I'm just a passerby..." she suddenly laughed. "The one who belongs to you now is the 'me' beside you..."

"But--"

"There are no 'buts'. You've given me more than enough." She placed a final kiss on my forehead: "I will remember you. Forever."

Then it disappeared.

Chapter Thirteen: The World Is Collapsing

I felt a little disappointed. I sighed softly. Then I thought to myself, if each point in time is considered a fragment, then it means that Mikuru at any point in time could travel through time.

In other words, theoretically, there could be an infinite number of Mikurus appearing at the same point in time. The Mikuru I just met, the Mikuru beside me, the Mikuru of the future, the Mikuru of the even future, the mature Mikuru, the loli Mikuru... In that instant, my thoughts were in complete chaos, my brain was a complete mess.

In other words, there are countless versions of Mikuru. Therefore, there could be countless versions of me. Even if time were reversed and I returned to the past, I would still exist there. At that time, I would see that "me" with C.C., with Karen, and with all the other girls I had ever been involved with, falling in love and being together. What should I do?

Watching that "me" navigate the battlefield and the political arena, employing unexpected and ingenious tactics, what should I do?

Watching him make that series of foolish mistakes—what should I do?

In that instant, or perhaps without my own notice, I saw that the pronoun change from the first person to the third person.

In other words, subconsciously, I have already regarded myself and "me" as two completely different people.

Can we kill him?

I mean, can I kill the person I used to be?

Is it really a good thing to completely deny one's past? — And what if a future "me" denies my existence and then suddenly appears to kill me?

A cold sweat broke out all over my body. At the same time, I was extremely relieved that I hadn't acted rashly and immediately tried to obtain Mikuru's method of time travel. And seeing that there wasn't another version of myself appearing to fight me, it meant that I hadn't obtained that ability afterward.

Thinking about this, I breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed.

It seems that simply traveling through time is not enough for me. What's truly useful is a method that completely reverses time. Reverses, not just travels. There's a vast difference between the two. Please remember this.

After that, I relaxed and slumped into the chair, not wanting to move a single finger.

A little while later, Chunri pushed open the door and entered. Seeing me resting, she couldn't help but get a little annoyed: "What?! You skipped the whole afternoon of classes and came here to slack off."

"Do whatever you want. I just want to rest right now," I said weakly to Haruhi. My attitude only made Haruhi angrier.

"What are you doing?! You look like you just got dumped! Cheer up! Do I need to pour some cold water on you to wake you up?!"

"You woman! I've put up with you for so long, you know?! It's fine normally, I've worked like a slave for you, cleaned up your messes, bought you whatever you wanted—but right now I'm exhausted! So exhausted, you know?! If you have even a shred of human compassion, please understand me! Sit quietly and don't bother me!! I'm not asking for your concern or any kind of sweet talk. But can't you even do something this basic?!"

"I—" Haruhi wanted to say something more, but I interrupted her.

"I don't want to hear your explanation! I said I don't want to hear it! Get out of here!"

"You?! This is my club, why should I leave?!" Kasuga continued.

"If you won't leave, I will! Is that alright?!" I slammed my hand on the table and stood up. Then I pushed Chunri aside, walked out, and slammed the door shut with a loud "bang."

"How could this happen..." Haruhi watched me leave without looking back. Completely bewildered, she collapsed to the ground. She reached out her hand as if to grasp something, but it fell limply to her side.

Halfway there, I met three other people who had come with me: Yuki, Mikuru, and Koizumi Itsuki.

"Hey? Kyon, where are you going?"

Seeing me walking over angrily, Mikuru asked.

"Go home!" I replied, walking right past the group without stopping.

"This is starting to look a little off," Koizumi Itsuki muttered to himself, watching my departing figure. Yuki remained silent as always. Mikuru looked slightly uneasy.

When the three of them reached the clubroom, seeing Haruhi Suzumiya's ashen face, they all wanted to ask her a question. But in the end, none of them spoke.

After that, Haruhi left. She left behind the words, "It's over. The SOS Brigade is disbanded from today." Then she walked away without looking back. Only the other three remained, speechless.

"This is a huge problem," Koizumi Itsuki said. Yuki quickly walked to the club's computer, pressed a button, and turned it on. Koizumi Itsuki glanced at it briefly; the computer didn't seem to be plugged in...

"I need to get back quickly. I have to report what happened today immediately!" Mikuru said, then hurriedly ran away.

"What's going on?" At this moment, I was lying in my own bed. No matter how loudly my sister banged on the door, there was not a single response.

Finally, the younger sister, who had just pulled out a fire axe and was about to break down the door, was dragged away by her mother by the ear.

But I, in my room, paid no attention to any of this. I was just staring blankly at my phone, scrolling through my contacts to Sasaki's entry, clicking "confirm," but then hesitating to press the call button.

Forget it, let's end it all. If I commit suicide now, can I go back to the amusement park?

I've had enough of that woman's attitude. What kind of dimensional power is that? Let her die! Moving! Moving tomorrow! Leaving this place. To somewhere she'll never find me.

With such a pure heart, I drifted off to sleep.

Come to think of it, I haven't dreamed in a long time. Back when I was an angel, a pure spiritual being didn't need to hibernate at all. So I didn't even need to sleep. Without sleep, naturally, I didn't dream either.

After that, I was born in Jerusalem. Although my powers as an angel were sealed, Jerusalem has its own rich traditions of spiritual practice, one of which is meditation and breath control during sleep at night. This habit has stayed with me for hundreds of thousands of years, even to this day.

And today was no different. I held the longsword in my hand, sat cross-legged on the bed, and entered a state of blissful meditation—then when I opened my eyes again, I was in this place.

Damn it, this is... the subspace that Koizumi Itsuki with his squinty eyes brought me to?!

—No, that's not important. The most crucial thing is that I can't feel a single ounce of power within myself! That's the culmination of billions of years of hard work! My truly my own power!!!