In this crossover anime, Yoshikage Kira longs for a peaceful life.

"So, do I need to establish a connection with these two gods?"

According to Yoshikage Kira, since she can easily gain the favor of these two gods, establishing a connection with them and borrowing their divine power should be her best option at present, right?

"Do not."

Kira Yoshikage gave her a deep look:

"You should stay away from the Four Gods and avoid establishing contact with any of them. If you are unfortunate enough to be favored by them, I advise you to go straight for Zisha teapots!"

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14:38, two minutes before class starts.

In Class B of the first grade, a girl with long, straight black hair was resting her chin on her hand, gazing blankly at the trees outside the window in the middle seat of the back row.

A fair arm waved in front of the girl, and a clear female voice entered her ears:

"Jianzi, what are you thinking about?"

The girl's amber eyes regained focus as she looked at her friend who was watching her with concern across the table, and hesitantly asked:

"Hey, Hua-chan, do you know Kira from the next class?"

The girl with short orange hair and a great figure exclaimed in surprise:

"Kira-kun? Eh! You're that delinquent from Class C?!"

"Ah."

Yotsuya Miko nodded slightly and whispered:

"I...I need to talk to him about something..."

Before Yotsuya Miko could finish speaking, Yurikawa Hana asked worriedly:

"Was Jianzi threatened by that jerk? Should we tell the teacher?"

No, that's not how it is.

Yotsuya Miko quickly waved her hand and whispered:

"It's some personal stuff."

Regarding her family, the tenants.

Yurikawa Kaname tapped her lips with her index finger and suggested:

"If that's the case, how about I go with you to find him after school?"

"That……"

Just as Yotsuya Miko was about to answer, the school bell rang.

Yurikawa blinked, gestured to Yotsuya Miko, and returned to her seat.

Yotsuya Miko was clearly distracted and didn't listen to the teacher at all.

She suddenly had a premonition and secretly took out her phone to take a look.

15:00 PM, half an hour before school ends. She should be able to go find Kira in half an hour, and then…

BOOM!

A violent explosion came from next door, instantly making the girl's previously clear thoughts buzz.

The classroom ceiling collapsed instantly, and the window glass shattered from the sound waves, exploding outwards like sharp blades.

In an instant, the classroom was filled with the students' terrified screams and painful wails.

The student near the window was pierced by a large amount of broken glass and fell into a pool of blood.

Beneath the collapsed ceiling, three girls who had been chatting and laughing were now buried, their blood seeping out, their fate unknown.

Yotsuya Miko, who was in the back row, was lucky to escape unharmed, but she was also knocked to the ground by the shock of the explosion. When she got up, she was overwhelmed by the hellish scene before her.

"See the child, run!"

Yurikawa Hana reacted even faster than her, grabbing Yotsuya Miko's arm and running out of the classroom.

When they reached the corridor, they finally realized what had happened.

Right next door, an explosion occurred in a first-year A-class classroom, burying all the students inside. The classroom had completely collapsed, and the corridor was littered with broken, hanging beams and various reinforced concrete building materials.

Among the building debris, the mangled, bloody corpses of some students from Class A of the first grade could still be seen.

This stimulating scene made Yotsuya Miko instinctively cover her mouth, feeling a strong urge to vomit.

Just then, another violent explosion was heard.

BOOM!

This time it came from above their heads!

In an instant, screams and wails echoed throughout the entire campus.

"Terrorist attack!"

Yotsuya Miko's face was deathly pale, but even she understood what had happened by now—

Someone planted a bomb at the school, attacking one of Japan's most prestigious private schools.

"The poor students, teachers, and staff on campus."

"Listen up, everyone! This school is now under my control!"

"Now, I've planted remote-controlled bombs with sensors all over the school. Anyone who doesn't want to die, don't even step out of the classroom."

"Everyone in this school is now my hostage!"

The woman's frantic voice echoed throughout the school through a megaphone, and Yotsuya Miko instinctively looked down from the corridor.

In the open space in front of the teaching building, a woman with purple, fluffy twin ponytails and purple eyes, wearing a fluffy pink princess dress and black striped stockings, held a megaphone in one hand and a remote control in the other. The cruel smile on her face seemed to be announcing her victory.

Game over!

1st!

The winner of this game is me, Amane Amane!

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Class C of Grade 1, which was far from the explosion point, was not greatly affected; even the glass only suffered some minor cracks.

The moment the explosion occurred, the students almost instinctively wanted to run away.

But when they heard the threat coming from the open space, they were so frightened that they stayed where they were and dared not move.

Nakano Satsuki's face was deathly pale. Why was that?

He almost died yesterday because of an evil spirit, and today he happens to be caught in the terrorist bombing of the school.

Why am I so unlucky? Is this also due to psychic powers?

And just then...

Out of the corner of her eye, the girl saw Yoshikage Kira in the front row stand up from his seat and walk out of the classroom expressionlessly.

Chapter 70 Bites the Dust

"Damn it, why did this have to happen now?"

Inside the chairman's office, Shinomiya Un'yō looked at the terrorists not far away, feeling both angry and terrified.

What angered him was that the other party had actually carried out terrorist activities in the school under his jurisdiction, and that those damned police officers hadn't noticed anything at all. What terrified him was that he didn't know if there was a bomb planted in his office, and if he left the office, he might be blown up by a bomb!

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"Humans..."

On the rooftop of Shuchiin Academy, a beautiful girl with long, straight black hair sighed softly.

She could handle evil spirits, but so many bombs were beyond her capabilities.

just.

While feeling helpless, Geng Xizi couldn't help but also have some doubts—

When did the other side plant the bomb?

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Grade 1, Class C.

As Yoshikage Kira was about to leave the classroom, a boy angrily blocked his path and loudly questioned him:

"You bastard, are you trying to kill everyone?"

Kira Yoshikage didn't even glance at him, but grabbed the boy's shoulder and tossed him aside.

boom!

The boy's body flew out like a rag doll, crashing into several tables before finally curling up on the ground in pain.

While the others were stunned, Yoshikage Kira had already left the classroom and stopped in front of the glass window of the enclosed corridor, quietly watching the woman who was arrogantly threatening the entire school on the open ground below the school building.

In the distance, the incessant wailing of sirens could be heard, and a large number of police cars were rushing towards them.

Although Shuchiin Academy is a prestigious private school, and a bombing there would naturally warrant a high level of police attention, the speed at which the police arrived was still ridiculously fast—

Less than three minutes have passed since the first explosion. Only police officers who happened to be patrolling nearby could arrive so quickly, but surely not all of them could be patrolling nearby?

At this moment, the students in the classroom finally snapped out of their fear of death.

Why didn't it explode?

"It's all a lie! Didn't he go out?"

"But there was definitely an explosion just now..."

"Perhaps the terrorists didn't have that many bombs?"

The students discussed nervously, unsure whether they should obediently stay in the classroom as the terrorists instructed, or take this opportunity to leave.

Just then, a girl from Class F of the first grade, under the dual pressure of fear and hope, gritted her teeth and rushed out of the classroom.

Then--