I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

Follow-up question: Wouldn't this cross a line? Would she beat me to death?

Answer: It's simple, just be better than her.

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Follow-up question: Isn't it cool to fall in love with a vampire, no, a blood member?

Answer: Be in your favorite place, with the people you like, doing what you love. At that moment, you don't need to worry about whether your appearance is cool or not, because the act itself is cool.

Follow-up question: Why are you so skilled at it?

Answer: Because I already have a lover from Scarlett's family, and by the way, I'll kill the White Album scholars!

A Certain Magical Index: Academy City, a Touhou Project fanfiction, is an imaginative work by the author, currently set in the world of A Certain Magical Index.

This is a rare find among book lovers—a young lady from a wealthy family! She's absolutely fantastic! Readers who like Remi should definitely check it out!

Section 14, Chapter 13: The Rampaging Fangs

In the ruins of old Tokyo, amidst collapsed buildings, behind an inconspicuous, dusty little door, a group of devout believers are praying.

They were not praying to some ethereal deity, but to a real person, a person both demonic and holy, someone who captivated them, whom they worshipped as the most perfect god in their hearts. For that person, they would give everything.

Of course, this is a cult, an obvious cult at first glance. For the person they idolize, they have long since distorted their values, losing the capacity for ordinary human joy and sorrow—they are monsters in a different sense. But for them, this is precisely what brings them the most joy. The more distorted they are, the more they are driven mad by their idol, the more they are appreciated and drawn closer to her, until finally, they themselves become food for her—this is the perfect ending in the minds of these insane people.

Changing their mindsets is impossible; repairing something broken is extremely difficult. However, there is a cleaner and more efficient way—an environmentally friendly and green solution—to resolve all of this.

A faint, almost imperceptible footstep failed to alert the guard dozing on the other side of the wall. Immediately following, a powerful arm pierced through the wall and gripped his throat. With a single, forceful press, the man's neck snapped limply.

He let go, and the man, who hadn't even had time to say his name, collapsed to the ground. Then, the arm groped around and touched the doorknob, gently pulling it open. Li Cheng, expressionless, entered through the open door and stepped into the somewhat dirty and chaotic underground ruins.

Is she here? In this place?

Li Cheng clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and walked forward silently, slowly making his way through the dilapidated corridor covered with all sorts of strange graffiti.

The layout of this place was not complicated; one could reach the end of a single path. Kiritsugu Emiya had specifically scouted the area upon arrival and discovered there were only two routes in and out. The location they were using didn't even have the conditions to construct a proper secret passage. In short, this place was completely unsuitable as a hiding place, proving that these people lacked any counter-surveillance awareness whatsoever.

The fact that they were discovered just two days after entering the New Tokyo Special District already illustrates this point. If it weren't for Kuntai's unexpectedly high-level combat capability, their plan to kidnap the monster girl would have been utterly delusional. However, since they had that powerful ally, there was no need to consider anything else.

At the end of the corridor, behind a room door painted with bright colors, one could hear the cultists talking and shouting loudly, as lively as a market, just like the streets were before they attacked Li Cheng during the day.

Li Cheng pushed open the door.

Although they were a bunch of brainless cult members, it was clear they knew who their comrades were and who weren't. Especially when the person they needed to identify was very conspicuous. So when Li Cheng pushed open the door and walked in, everyone in the room stopped what they were doing, turned around, and looked at Li Cheng standing in the doorway.

The atmosphere was eerily silent.

“I have only one question,” Li Cheng said in a detached tone, glancing at the at least thirty restless cult members in the room, “have you seen a short, cute girl with blonde hair?”

"Kill him, for the goddess!"

"Die, you worm who is not even worthy to peek at the face of God!"

A riotous crowd, waving knives and clubs, fanatical gazes. Li Cheng, at the very center of it all, remained largely unresponsive. He merely shook his head slightly, his fingers cracking. Then, amidst the surging roars of the crowd, he spoke as if to himself:

"It seems no one is willing to speak up."

A chaotic melee—no, a complete and utter rout—erupted in the next instant. A cultist roared, charging at the man in front of him with his dagger. He was then kicked in the chest, falling to the ground along with five or six others behind him. He stepped into the crowd, a punch, a kick, a sweeping motion—simple moves devoid of skill—yet they caused screams of agony. Bones shattered, blood vessels burst, muscles tore—a cacophony of sounds echoing in the dimly lit room.

With a loud thud, a cultist attempting a sneak attack from behind was flipped over by Li Cheng and slammed onto a table; with a crack, a cultist wielding a dagger who attacked from the side was grabbed by the wrist by Li Cheng, who crushed the bones of his five fingers; with a muffled groan, a strong cultist tried to grab Li Cheng's shoulder, but Li Cheng turned around and elbowed him in the chest, shattering his ribs and heart along with him. Before he could even scream, Li Cheng followed up with a palm strike that broke his neck, leaving him only able to groan and collapse to the ground.

People kept rushing in, and people kept flying out. Li Cheng advanced step by step, throwing punches, chopping palms, and sweeping kicks. He embedded himself in the walls, into the ground, smashing tables and chairs. His gaze swept across the corners, crevices, and any other place that might go unnoticed, searching for the figure he wanted to find.

No, no, no, no… How can she not be here? Why isn’t she here? She’s not here, why isn’t she here? Where did she go? Where did she go! Where did she go! Where was she taken?!

"Go to hell, bastard!"

A cultist, hiding behind a pillar, suddenly sprang out as Li Cheng passed by, striking Li Cheng on the forehead with an iron rod that made a loud bang. The force was so great that the iron rod was knocked from the cultist's hand and fell to the ground.

Li Cheng silently turned around and looked down at the cultist whose face was contorted with rage.

Compared to Li Cheng's tall and robust physique, this cult member was clearly malnourished, thin and small, and looked like a tiny child. His face was fairly handsome, though certainly not as cute as the dog at Li Cheng's house.

Li Cheng was probably the size of a brown bear in front of him, but even with such a huge difference in physical strength, he still roared hoarsely and launched a desperate attack on Li Cheng, punching him again and again until his own fists bled, but he still refused to stop.

Was he completely fearless? No, he was indeed afraid of his own strength and ruthlessness, so afraid that his hands and feet trembled. But he was still attacking with all his might, perhaps for the god in his heart? Li Cheng didn't understand, and he wasn't interested in that now. He only wanted to find that girl; he had no mood to care about anything else.

Grasp the fist the child was swinging, then catch the other hand. With little effort, Li Cheng subdued the child. As for the child's weak legs kicking while the child was yelling and cursing, well, never mind them.

Li Cheng turned to look around. The cult members were either dead or wounded. In short, apart from the one he had captured, there was no one left standing.

There might be some who manage to escape, but both entrances have been guarded by Emiya and Tohsaka respectively, so no one is likely to get out. Of course, it's also possible that no one will try to escape at all. After all, these guys are still fighting to the death despite such a large disparity in numbers, so it's unlikely they would consider running away.

So, Kuntai, isn't he here?

That person so desperately wanted a fair fight with me, it's unlikely they would choose to hide or run away, which can only prove that they weren't here at all. In other words, was she not here either?

Li Cheng lifted the struggling cult member with one hand and slowly walked around the house. Some of the surviving cult members tried to stand and attack Li Cheng, but he finished them off one by one, sending them all to meet their maker. For evildoers, once it was clear there was no hope, he and Kiritsugu Emiya shared the same attitude: eliminate them on the spot.

The reason the entire underage superpowered criminal gang was wiped out, despite the public outcry and punishment, was because they witnessed them torturing their former female classmates and even competing to see who could peel off the most intact skin. This was utterly inhumane behavior; people who treat such things as entertainment and games cannot be treated with normalcy. That's why he and Emiya decided to kill them all without exception.

Like this child now, who doesn't look very old, but the surging, burning gaze, the fanatical words, and the twisting of his body clearly tell Li Cheng that this child has been completely brainwashed, and there is no possibility of recovery. Unless the memory is erased, but unfortunately, although the technology is advanced, the technology targeting the hippocampus has not developed smoothly due to its prohibition, and it does not have such a futuristic function.

Do you know where she is?

Li Cheng looked at the struggling boy in his arms and asked softly.

"For my goddess, my goddess! Goddess ahhhh!!"

I understand, I'm sorry.

Click!

He gently placed the boy, whose neck had been twisted, on the ground and closed his glaring eyes. Li Cheng silently stood up, turned around, and saw that Kiritsugu Emiya had already entered through the door.

"Let me handle this. You can't tell if there are any remaining clues here. Don't worry, there's still enough time. I'll find them."

Seeing Li Cheng's somewhat dejected expression, Kiritsugu Emiya spoke very seriously, as if making a solemn promise.

"It's up to you now."

Stepping out of the room and walking down the corridor filled with garbage and waste, Li Cheng slowly headed towards the street outside.

Kid, where are you...?

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Finished at midnight, totaling 9000 words. So tired.

Writing a book is not easy, so please support me, fellow readers!

My collection count increased so slowly today. I guess I really need to make more connections (online friends) to increase it. But I don't know any big shots here, and I'm too shy to ask them for help. Sigh...

Section 15, Chapter 14: Clues to a Thrilling Appetite

This was an expected, utterly terrible, incredibly disappointing, and infuriating fact that Li Cheng was forced to confront, one he had to face.

Those people didn't leave Li Cheng and his group any clues.

"Those bastards!"

Li Cheng kicked down the brick wall in front of him, panting heavily, and paced back and forth in a frenzy.

The man named Kuntai was quite clever. After discovering that the entire city was under martial law and people could not leave, he immediately changed his base and deliberately left a group of men at the original base to divert attention and buy time. In fact, he had already taken the relatively strong members of this group to other places.

What made Li Cheng most furious was that Kuntai had deliberately left a USB drive in this base, containing a recording specifically for Li Cheng.

“Mr. Li Cheng, by the time you hear this recording, I will have already moved her to another location. I'm sorry I have to avoid you now, although I would love to fight you, but my mission is the most important thing right now, and this involves professional ethics. I'm very sorry…”

Li Cheng turned and left before listening to the entire recording, his emotions, which had just begun to calm down, now teetering on the edge of a meltdown.

"Senior Li Cheng, are you alright?"

Tohsaka was startled by Li Cheng's distorted expression and instinctively reached out to stop him, but was stopped by Emiya Kiritsugu beside her.

"Let him calm down," Kiritsugu Emiya said expressionlessly as he calmly organized the documents on his desk. "The only thing we can do now is to find him as soon as possible."

Li Cheng wandered aimlessly through the deserted streets.

Sometimes he would clench his fists and roar angrily at the sky; other times he would glance at a dilapidated car on the side of the street and immediately smash it in a fit of rage, turning it into a pile of parts; still other times he would sit dejectedly on a street corner, staring blankly at the ants moving back and forth in the grass, and then suddenly stomp on it in anger, cracking the ground.

Where is she? What is she doing? Is she scared? Is she resisting? Will those people hurt her? Is she injured? Is she starving? How is she...?

With his ten fingers gripping the wall, digging deep into it, Li Cheng stood there, stunned and motionless.

I... I shouldn't have taken her out. I shouldn't have left alone. Why, why was I so stupid? Why did I leave her there alone? If I hadn't gone out—no, it doesn't matter! I'm an idiot! A moron! I left her there and went out alone. It was my mistake, I let my guard down!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Li Cheng screamed wildly, his voice filled with heart-wrenching agony, as he knelt on the ground, punching the earth and the walls repeatedly. Each punch left a shallow crater, stirring up dust and debris. He quickly reopened the stitches on his fingers, blood staining the gauze and dripping onto the ground.

whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

Li Cheng lay motionless on the ground, silently staring at his fingers, which were now covered in bright red blood.

So it turns out, it wasn't her who was dependent on me. It was me, this idiot, who, without even realizing it, started to depend on her?

Like a man who had lost all his strength, he slowly collapsed to the ground, rolled over, and stared blankly at the sky above.

You little brat, where are you...?

At the same time, also in the vast ruins on the outskirts of the New Tokyo Special District.

Kuntai tapped his forehead and sighed helplessly.

How could it have gotten like this...?

Initially, it was simply that the believers were hungry, so they ordered takeout together, that was all.

Although the girl resisted fiercely and broke several people's bones, she eventually became weak and powerless after being injected with a powerful anesthetic, enough to anesthetize several elephants.

Then, when everyone was getting ready to eat the takeout, one of the believers suddenly suggested that they give the girl something to eat.

As fanatical followers of the goddess, these people naturally have no feelings for anyone other than the goddess. However, if the goddess is interested in this girl, then whether to send her a dying girl or a lively one makes a big difference.

Subsequently, a believer volunteered to share half of his takeout with the locked-up girl.