Don't force me to use my right fist.

In short, sensing something was wrong, Saya quickly followed. Such a strange and bizarre situation couldn't be satisfied without a thorough investigation.

"Take that guy to the hospital to see if he can be saved first. I'll be right back." Before leaving, Saya didn't forget to instruct Yamami behind him, pointing to the man who had completely lost consciousness. Yamami simply nodded, and then saw Saya vanish beside her in a blur. She wondered if his speed was just her imagination, but it seemed to be getting faster and faster. Or was he always holding back, only revealing his full power when facing danger? Confused, Yamami kicked the fallen man with her toe. After confirming he was still alive, she picked up her phone and dialed an anonymous emergency number.

Although it was clear this person had brought trouble upon themselves, it wasn't in her nature to ignore someone in distress; she was capable of calling the police and taking them to the hospital. After briefly explaining the situation to the other end, Hachimami put down her phone, but quickly sensed a strange, suddenly intense aura behind her, causing her to turn around abruptly.

A strange doll, seemingly made of silk threads, peeked out from around the corner behind her. Its eerie button-like eyes stared intently in her direction, sending a chill down her spine. The heavy, unsettling aura emanating from it constantly reminded Ruo that this was likely no small fry to be trifled with.

"Was that just bait? So I was the target all along." Yamami narrowed her eyes, but there was no fear in them. Their plan was good, but unfortunately they chose the wrong person.

Chapter 311 There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

To be honest, Hachimami clearly felt the strange aura emanating from behind her, a far greater intensity than any other anomaly she had ever encountered. It was only slightly weaker than Saya's, but that guy was a special individual; comparing herself to him was simply too much. Moreover, Hachimami sensed an aura emanating from this anomaly, as if several different anomalies had merged together. While it appeared to be a single entity, with her eyes closed, it felt like several anomalies had fused together. Judging from this appearance, this fused anomaly seemed more like a primordial entity than the anomalies Saya had mentioned that had escaped from the brewery. The brewery didn't seem capable of handling this thing; in fact, even Hachimami herself wasn't certain she could defeat it. Fortunately, the doll didn't seem to intend to attack; its gaze was more of a scrutiny and assessment, showing no desire to directly attack. But Yamami clearly couldn't just keep confronting it like this. After glancing at the still unconscious man beneath her, Yamami could only sigh and call out to Koko, who was resting against her chest.

"Protect this ordinary person. If that guy comes back, just bring him to me. Looks like I have no choice but to take action." After instructing the still somewhat dazed Xiao Ke, Yamami beckoned to the doll that had suddenly emerged from around the corner after only a slight shift in her gaze. It was like it was playing a game of "statues" with Yamami, remaining motionless whenever she looked in its direction, like an ordinary thread puppet, its eyes always fixed on her. And as soon as Yamami looked away, the doll would quickly close the distance between them, resembling a classic scene from a horror movie, yet still incredibly intimidating. Actually, Yamami had considered simply holding out and waiting for Saya to return so he could handle it, but she was, after all, a magical girl, and before today she had always fought alone—relying on Saya wasn't her style. Besides, Saya had been preventing her from taking action. To be honest, she does have some skills. Although the strange thing in front of her looks a bit eerie, Yamami isn't completely without the ability to deal with it.

“If you’re after me, then come with me. Let me see what you’re capable of, daring to spy on the goddess’s messenger.” With a decisive gesture, she pulled herself along a ribbon, disappearing into the depths of an empty alley. Hachimami completely averted her gaze from the strange doll. She wasn’t worried it wouldn’t follow; given its actions and even its attempt to distract Saya, it certainly wouldn’t let her go so easily. And just as she expected, the moment she left, the doll seemed to float up like a kite in the wind, closely following her. The distance between them continued to shrink, and the part of its mouth—stitched like needles—pulled upwards, while simultaneously reaching out towards Hachimami’s back.

White threads extended from its fingertips, their needle-like tips gleaming coldly, as if they were about to pierce her body at any moment.

"This is forbidden." Sensing the other party's movements, Hachimami turned around in time, her flintlock pistol pressed against the fabric-covered head. Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger. With a gunshot, the doll's head exploded like fireworks, white threads dancing like shattered limbs at the severed wound, a truly gruesome sight. Hachimami stopped on the rooftop of a building; at this time of day, almost no one would be in such a place, which should be enough to deal with this anomaly. She glanced with some disgust at the white, thread-like eyes writhing like strange insects above the anomaly's head. Although Hachimami still didn't understand what kind of anomaly it was, the fact that it showed no signs of disappearing even after its head exploded meant it was definitely a troublesome thing. And if possible, she really didn't want this thing to touch her body; who knew what bad effects it might have? This thing clearly had a similar feel to a monster. Soon, the strange creature, also perched on the rooftop, stopped writhing. The white threads on its head, after wriggling for a moment, quickly re-entered their way back to their previous head shape. Seemingly enraged by Yamami's resistance, the creature still didn't speak, but the strange hissing sounds emanating from its body sent a chill down one's spine.

The strange doll, no longer wanting to play the "statues" game with Mami, slid its thin fingers across the floor twice, then charged towards Mami like a cannonball. White threads, as if excited, extended from its body, twisting and turning with its movements. Mami, naturally, wouldn't stand idly by. Using the tension of the ribbons, she immediately created distance, while her hand made a loose clenching gesture towards the strange doll. The instant the strange doll reached her original spot, countless ribbons converged like a triggered trap, swiftly binding the bewildered doll to its original position, firmly binding it.

"I don't know why you have such strange thoughts about me, but since you want my life, it's only right that I retaliate, isn't it?" A light blue ribbon quickly coalesced in front of Hachimami, forming a massive flintlock pistol the size of a small car. She held it, aiming it at the bound doll. Without a second thought, Hachimami pulled the trigger of the giant flintlock pistol, annihilating the strange doll in a massive torrent of magical energy. If it were her former self, she would have been too terrified to move in the face of such a bizarre thing. However, now that she was a magical girl, she was clearly different. Therefore, Hachimami unconsciously flicked her two drill-like ponytails, muttering words as if bidding farewell to the past.

"There's nothing left to be afraid of." whl

Chapter 312 I already told you not to plant a flag

As she gracefully descended from mid-air, Yamami looked towards the direction of the doll that had been shattered beyond recognition after being hit by her magic bullets. Only after confirming that the strange aura emanating from it was gradually dissipating did she breathe a sigh of relief.

She was still quite strong. It was indeed because Saya was so strong that she had begun to doubt her own abilities, but now that she had regained her confidence, she was no longer as hesitant and confused as before. She glanced down at the white fragments scattered on the ground, broken by the strange dolls. Having found no clues or evidence to prove the other party's identity, Yamami turned away. Since there were no clues, she could only go and meet up with Saya first.

However, the moment she turned her head, the strange aura that had been slowly dissipating suddenly surged again. Several auras that had been constantly repelling each other rapidly merged together, unleashing a tremendous power that shocked her beyond belief. Turning her head in astonishment, Hachimami saw the eerie doll that had reappeared behind her at some unknown time, and her pupils involuntarily contracted.

The fragments on the ground hadn't even dissipated yet, so how could it heal its body out of thin air? Before Hachimami could figure out why it could do this, she saw the doll's head fold up at a strange angle, while its somewhat broken arm was raised towards her.

White threads, like raindrops, stretched towards Hachimami from behind, densely packed like a white waterfall. Hachimami quickly regained her senses and concentrated her magic in front of her. Like a gun emplacement, rows of flintlock pistols materialized behind her, firing bullets at the oncoming white threads, ultimately blocking them from her path. But as the white threads were neutralized, Hachimami saw the savage smile on the puppet's lips, a smile that seemed to indicate a successful scheme. A sense of crisis washed over her, and Hachimami finally realized the problem, but she only had time to look up. What she saw was a snake's head, entirely composed of white threads, opening its mouth to bite down on her head. Hachimami tried to dodge, but the white threads that should have dissipated suddenly came alive, binding her legs and extinguishing her last hope. It was over. A flicker of despair crossed Yamami's eyes. In her current situation, it seemed that her only fate was to have her head bitten off.

"Snap!"

The sound of mouth closing echoed in the small rooftop. With her eyes closed, Yamami felt no pain from her neck, nor did she feel the restraint on her feet.

Just as Hachimami was thinking this, she heard a familiar voice ring out in her ear.

"I've already told you not to use such an unlucky name as 'senior sister,' so tell me, did you just say something weird again?"

Saya's voice, tinged with a hint of helplessness, caused Yamami, who had already given up resisting, to quickly open her eyes.

She was now being carried perfectly in Sōyū's arms, while the strange doll and the bizarre serpent made of silk threads were staring at them with hateful eyes.

"you?"

"What do you mean, I'll tell you everything."

"Sayon complained irritably. He had just turned to chase after the strange creature when she got ambushed. So, is she cursed? She's fine when fighting alone, but as soon as she finds a companion, she's instantly killed? If he hadn't lost patience playing hide-and-seek with the fleeing creature and stopped time to beat it into a ball of threads, he might have ended up in hell to see that blond drill again." Yamami wanted to explain, but Sayon cut her off.

"What do you mean, 'I'? We agreed that all the monsters today were mine, and you were just supposed to be the radar. Now that things almost went wrong, are you happy? Wouldn't it have been better to just stay put and watch the show?" Rolling his eyes, Saya showed no mercy and tossed Yamami, whom he was carrying, aside. Now that her decapitation crisis was over, he didn't want to carry her anymore.

It's more interesting to deal with this oddity in front of him. After shaking his hand and complaining about that unlucky old hag, Hachimami, Saya finally had time to properly examine the doll in front of him, which looked like an abandoned Western-style toy. He had initially thought it would be a cute little thing like Bebe, but now it seemed he had been mistaken. Saya had never been a fan of Western-style dolls, and of course, those Japanese Ichimatsu dolls were even worse—purely supernatural stuff, he didn't know why the Japanese could accept them. Moreover, the white threads on this thing were quite disgusting. Thinking of horsehair worms, Saya frowned. This thing didn't seem to be on the list the Blacksmith had given him. So, was this a stronger, more powerful Origin-class oddity?

At that moment, from those two button-like eyes, Saya clearly sensed the deep-seated hatred it harbored for him; its gaze seemed to want to devour him whole. But thinking about it, it made sense. If the food he should have had was lost because of him, Saya himself probably wouldn't be able to accept it either.

As for the large white snake floating in mid-air, it coiled up, as if ready to deliver a fatal blow to Sōyū at any moment, constantly flicking its tongue, its eerie eyes fixed on his position.

"You don't need to stare at me like that. If you're not happy, then let's fight. Staring at me won't kill me. Instead of all the fancy stuff, let's just have a real fight. But I won't hold back."

Sawa made a thumbs-down gesture at the doll. Let it hate him if it wants; Sawa doesn't care. He figured the doll would hate him the most when he twisted its head off.

Chapter 313 Is there an even bigger one?

It was unclear whether Saya's provocation had worked or the other party was already extremely enraged. In any case, the moment Saya made that move, the bizarre-looking puppet opened its mouth, as if emitting a silent howl. White threads extended from its mouth, sweeping towards Saya. Saya's eyes narrowed, his somewhat mocking expression vanishing. He decisively drew his Crescent Moon Blade from his backpack. He had just observed these threads within the body of the woman he had caught up with; in nature, they were more than just threads. To be precise, they resembled a sentient, strange insect combined with the characteristics of spider silk. However, for Saya, this wasn't particularly troublesome.

Faced with the overwhelming, white torrent of silk threads sweeping towards him, Sawa simply gripped the hilt of his sword and strode forward, simultaneously drawing his cherry blossom-shaped katana and swinging it twice at the silk threads before him. A dazzling flash of light appeared, but it ignited a raging inferno. The silk threads touched by the sword light quickly burst into flames, igniting other nearby threads as well.

The once-raging white torrent rapidly transformed into a ball of flame, the threads acting like the perfect fuse, guiding the fire towards its source. A stench, like burning insects, emanated from in front of Saya, who merely sheathed his sword expressionlessly, then turned and pulverized the white snake head that had somehow infiltrated his back with a single punch. Playing around once was one thing, but to try and ambush him again after doing this right in front of him? Did they think Saya's intelligence was Aqua's?

"You can't possibly have only this much ability? Well then, I'm going to retaliate."

Gently blowing away the fragments of silk thread in his hand, Zuoyou looked at the doll opposite him, which was somewhat disheveled from being burned by the flames that were about to spread. He pointed his Crescent Blade, along with its scabbard, in its direction. When he received no response, Zuoyou shrugged. Since it didn't refute him, he would take it as a tacit agreement.

In a flash, he became a blur, appearing before the puppet in an instant. His hand, wielding a cherry-pink blade, held horizontally above its head. Before the puppet could react, he forcefully severed its head. The eerie puppet's head flew through the air, its body also cleaved into pieces. But Sayu, as if whipping a corpse, continued to slice the puppet's body into pieces with his Crescent Moon Blade, even keeping it suspended in mid-air, unable to fall. Finally, Sayu's furrowed brow relaxed. With a crisp clanging sound, he sheathed the Crescent Moon Blade and reached out, as if to catch something, to grasp it lightly within the now-powdered puppet.

"Tsk. No wonder you didn't give me any experience points." Saku muttered under his breath, looking at the pea-sized spider in his hand that was struggling and trying to pierce his fingers with its incredibly sharp limbs and unusually large fangs. Saku raised an eyebrow, having firmly controlled the thing with just two fingers. That strange puppet was actually controlled by such a tiny thing; it was really quite odd.

"However, it seems to be just a larva. It'll be quite troublesome if we don't find the main body." With a gentle squeeze of his fingers, Saya shook the pure white spider in his hand, which he had crumpled into a ball, and began constructing the Extermination Ritual with his other hand. Since he'd stumbled upon it, no matter how many of these insects it had back home, Saya wouldn't mind cleaning them all up. Who would refuse experience delivered to their doorstep?

"Um, thank you." Only after the battle was over did the still-shaken Hachimami approach Saya and earnestly tell him that there was no way to refute it.

"I already said we're working together today. You just need to help me find the monsters. There's no need for you to actually do it yourself. If something goes wrong, it won't be good for either of us, right?"

Saya, facing the grateful Yamami, simply nodded without refusing her thanks; it was something he deserved, and there was no need to be polite in such a place. However, he wondered if her mishap with this kind of thing was simply her destiny, or just bad luck. Saya knew very well that if this girl had taken it seriously and hadn't been careless, even if the puppet could control the large white snake from before, it wouldn't have been so easy to subdue this magical girl. Could it be that tentacles are inherently countered by magical girls? And given the snake's strangeness, coupled with its slight tendency to target the upperclassman's head, that led to this outcome?

With a self-amusing, joking attitude, Saya finished constructing his Pursuit Spell and threw the already crushed little spider into it. It was clearly a big fish, and Saya had no reason to let it go. The stronger the monster, the more excited Saya became, since only powerful monsters could drop Karma Crystals and mods. Having completely finished constructing the Pursuit Spell, Saya looked at the girl beside him, her chest heaving, seemingly still shaken. After scratching his head, he made a decision.

"How about we stop here for today? I can find the rest by myself. You're not in a good state. Why don't you go back and rest for a bit? I'll contact you again if I need you later. Given Mami's current condition, even if she were to force herself to follow Saya, she would only be an added burden to him. Besides, these spiders' true forms don't seem to be weaker than the puppet from before. It seems she wouldn't be able to help Saya much even if she went."

"Well, you should be careful and, if you can't handle it, retreat first. There will always be a chance to solve it."

Yamami naturally realized that she was indeed a bit out of sorts. Understanding that she was a burden to Saya, she didn't mean to be willful. She simply gave Saya some instructions and then agreed to his decision.

"Don't worry, with me, there's no question of whether I can handle it or not, it's just a matter of whether I can find it or not."

With a confident smile, Sōyu waved his hand as if to comfort her.

Chapter 314 You can't just say no and then it's not allowed?

The problem that Sawa was worried about still happened. It wasn't that the opponent was so strong that he found it troublesome, nor was it that he had a solution that the opponent couldn't solve.

It's simple; the tracking magic shows the other party's location, at the easternmost point of the neon.

Even at Saya's speed, it would take at least two or three hours to get there, which was a bit hard for him to accept. Why would such a strange entity like WH hide so far away? And most importantly, why open a branch in Tokyo?

Faced with the choice between quality sleep and the oddity that could be resolved sooner or later, Sawa decisively chose the former.

Let that damn weirdo live for another day or two. The cube man's quality sleep time cannot be skipped, it will affect his condition the next day.

Moreover, the tracking magic only requires a small amount of magic power to maintain as long as Sawa doesn't reach the target. It won't be canceled due to time. In other words, Sawa has plenty of magic power to maintain it if he wants.

After a brief farewell to Yamami, Saya turned and walked towards his home.

He had no intention of being a gentleman and escorting a girl home. As for Yamami, he wouldn't even consider escorting her home. She was, after all, a powerful magical girl, especially strong without her companions.

Such mishaps as the one just now are rare occurrences; to be honest, she does have some ability.

Moreover, Sawa felt that if he didn't go back soon, the girls at home might cause some trouble, which made him even more anxious.

These guys can do whatever they want, just don't demolish his house. Zuo You, who placed particular importance on his house, hurriedly returned home. Seeing that the lights were still on in the three girls' rooms, he breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that they were still there meant they wouldn't dare fight in public, making the demolition unlikely.

As Saya rubbed his temples and opened the gate to enter the yard, he looked just like a man returning home after a long day of work, wanting nothing more than to find a sofa to lie down on and stretch out.

As if they had been waiting for a long time, just as Saya opened his door and before he could even sit on the sofa, Kaguya and Tsubasa's doors opened almost simultaneously, revealing the figures of two girls in pajamas. As for Saya, she was even more direct. Accompanied by a burst of pink cherry blossom effects, the girl appeared directly beside Saya and, just as Saya had taught her in the movie, began massaging his shoulders with her small hands.

"You're back?" Kaguya and Tsubasa asked the same question almost at the same time, then exchanged a glance as usual before turning their heads away in tacit understanding.

"Well, I've dealt with a few strange creatures and unearthed another mini-boss. If I have time tomorrow, I'll have to go out and deal with that Yuan Yi." Zuo You leaned back comfortably on the sofa, enjoying the massage from Ruo Zuo Mo's small hands. All he wanted to do right now was lie down and rest.

It was so good that I taught her massage back then; my little sister is definitely my sweet little darling.

"Tomorrow? Didn't you promise to make up for today's things with me tomorrow?" Kaguya frowned. She didn't understand what Saya was talking about, whether it was the strange thing or the little boss. All she knew was that Saya had promised to go on a date with her.

"Yes, so going this afternoon or tonight is fine. I definitely won't go back on my promise to you this morning." whl

Sawa's eyes were still closed. He rolled around comfortably on the sofa, and the only word to describe him now was "lazy".

That's why Saya didn't see that Amakawa Tsubasa's expression suddenly turned somewhat unpleasant after hearing about this.

These two were together today, and now they're going to continue tomorrow? Amakawa Tsubasa, who figured Saya probably wouldn't shamelessly ask for his help again the day after, was actually quite opposed to it. However, once this guy made a decision, he basically wouldn't change it. Was he just supposed to watch them go on their date?

Feeling a tightness in her chest as she thought about this, Amakawa Tsubasa shook her head, noticing the defiant look in Kaguya's eyes. Without much thought, Amakawa Tsubasa understood her gaze. Taking a deep breath, she changed the subject.

"Saya-kun, are you really not worried about being so enthusiastic about solving strange phenomena? Is there any way to ensure your safety?"

Instead of worrying about something that Saga had already decided, Amakawa Tsubasa thought it would be better to care about other things about this guy, such as his safety. Every day he's either dealing with strange occurrences or on his way to deal with strange occurrences. He's not afraid of crashing or overturning, but Amakawa Tsubasa is worried that he might crash or overturn.

"Yes, thank you for your concern, Class President. These things aren't a big problem. I even took the initiative to seek them out myself. After all, the more I fight, the stronger I become. If I'm not strong, how can I protect my home?" Upon hearing this, Saya opened her eyes, sat up straight, gave Amakawa Tsubasa a reassuring smile, and then replied to her.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll rest now. You guys should go to sleep early too. I remember girls hate staying up late, right?" After yawning and saying goodnight to the three girls, Zuoyou went straight to his room and collapsed onto his bed like a corpse.

With him asleep, the others had no reason to stay up late anymore. After saying goodnight, they returned to their respective rooms.

Sawa, who was about to lose consciousness after lying in bed for less than three seconds, suddenly seemed to remember something, forced his eyes open, and then pulled out the girl who had somehow crawled into his bed.

"I told you to sleep in your own room. I'm small, there's no room for two people." With a serious expression, Zuo You shooed the aggrieved Zuo Mo out of the room before lying back down on the bed and falling into a deep sleep like a corpse. The girl who had been thrown out by Zuo You counted to ten on her fingers. Knowing exactly how quickly and deeply Zuo You could fall asleep, she teleported back to his bed, wrapped her arms around his back, and closed her eyes peacefully.

If he says no and then she doesn't, then she's really lacking in her own opinion.

Chapter 315 Do I Need a Personal Maid?

Saya woke up promptly at six o'clock the next morning. This time, having locked the door properly, he didn't have to worry about waking up to find Kaguya having breakfast in his room again. However, Saya was puzzled because he felt strangely constricted while sleeping the night before, as if he were hugging some high-end body pillow. When he woke up, there was still a strange fragrance lingering in the blankets. Assuming he had slept too soundly, Saya rubbed his temples and sat up abruptly. Kaguya hadn't brought her servants this time; Reisen was the only one responsible for her food, clothing, and shelter. Saya yawned, figuring no one would cook. After all, he was the true master of the house, and he could always make breakfast himself. After tidying his clothes, Saya got up, opened the door, and headed towards the kitchen. It seemed he had forgotten to buy some ingredients yesterday; he figured he could just have a steak, some grilled beans and carrots for breakfast. But when Saya opened the kitchen door, the aroma wafting out and the beautiful figure in an apron were somewhat unexpected.

"Saya-kun, you're awake? Just a little longer, breakfast will be ready soon." Amakawa Tsubasa, radiating an aura of a devoted wife and mother, turned around, gave Saya a gentle smile, and then continued stirring the miso soup she had prepared.

“You could have waited for me to do it.”

Sawa casually pulled up a chair and sat down behind her. Judging from her preparations, she must have started at least an hour ago.

"That won't do. I'm only able to live here because of you, Saya-kun. I'm just a high school student who can't do anything. I have no money and nothing to give you in return. It would be too much to expect you to serve me, wouldn't it?" Amakawa Tsubasa smiled at Saya, clearly not taking his words to heart.

"And it wasn't just my doing. If it weren't for Reisen getting up early to buy groceries, I wouldn't have been able to do it even if I wanted to." Regarding Reisen's words, Amakawa Tsubasa actually quite liked this girl who was sometimes overly serious. This girl, though simple-minded and extremely principled, even without her loyal maid attributes, was still a very suitable friend. Most importantly, of course, was that she wasn't like her family's pampered young lady. Amakawa Tsubasa could tell that she had absolutely no interest in Saya. As long as this wasn't a conflict, Amakawa Tsubasa herself was a very sociable girl, and getting along with her would be quite easy.

"That's my fault too. I slept so soundly last night that I forgot to buy groceries." Swoosh smelled the aroma of breakfast and felt that life should be this comfortable. His eyes started to close again.