A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

"We're saved!!!"

"Kazama-kun is awesome!"

The students hugged each other, laughing and crying, as the fear of escaping death was completely released at that moment.

Hiratsuka Shizuka stood outside the car door, looking up at the dissipating flames, her legs involuntarily going weak.

Her eyes were a little wet, but she tried her best to hold them back. As a teacher, it would be too embarrassing to shed tears in front of her students.

But she couldn't suppress the complex emotions welling up from the bottom of her heart.

That brat... he really did it.

He really... protected everyone.

However, the battle was not completely over yet.

Qianyu's gaze pierced through the dissipating flame, keenly catching a hint of something unusual.

Within the ashes of Gorba, a strange energy is attempting to break free.

It was an almost transparent stream of light, like something on a conceptual level, rapidly flying into the air.

A vortex appeared in the sky.

It was a miniature spatial passage, and the escaping force clearly wanted to use this passage to return to its origin, to the mastermind behind its creation.

"Trying to run away?"

Qianyu gave a cold laugh.

Tiga crossed his arms again, and golden light gathered in his palms.

The second Zepelion Ray charged up in less than three seconds and, following the escaping beam of light, slammed into the spatial vortex.

Chapter 133 The Unfinished Ending

Shenshui City

Akane Shinjo was lying on the bed, feeling utterly bored.

Her attention was completely focused on the open notebook in front of her.

She just wrote down the setting for fusing Golza and the Snow Clow Card, it should have taken effect by now, right?

Based on past experience, she should receive feedback on this amazing notebook soon.

It could be a textual description of Gorbah hatching, a blurry illustration, or even directly tell her the combat stats of this new monster.

It felt like playing a fully automated idle game. Shinjo Akane was responsible for inputting commands, and the game was responsible for automatically advancing the plot and then feeding back the results to her.

This is her most anticipated entertainment time of the day, much more interesting than scrolling through Twitter or watching live streams.

"That should be about right..."

Akane Shinjo leaned closer, wanting to see if any new words appeared on the pages.

Then--

"Bang--!"

A cloud of black smoke exploded out of the book without warning.

"Aaaaaah! What's going on?!"

Akane screamed and jumped up from her chair, covering her face and taking several steps back. She watched as the notebook trembled violently on the table, the pages crackling like an old computer about to break down.

The black smoke lasted for about five or six seconds before gradually dissipating, and a burnt smell filled the air.

"No way, no way, no way—"

Akane Shinjo stared blankly at the notebook, which was blackened by smoke, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Waaaah... my game console..."

She was almost in tears.

In Akane Shinjo's mind, this magical notebook that could automatically reply with text messages had become the most important entertainment tool in her life at some point, without her even realizing it.

Her greatest pleasure every day was writing down various monster designs on it, and then looking at the pages to get detailed data feedback back to her. It felt like playing a single-player game with a very high degree of freedom, but one that she could never finish.

They're just going to blow it up like that?

"No way, no way..."

Akane sniffed, cautiously approached the table, and poked the still-smoking notebook with her finger.

It felt warm to the touch, but not hot.

She mustered her courage and opened the notebook to examine the pages inside. Fortunately, although the edges were somewhat charred, the main body of the book looked relatively intact.

"It's not completely broken... is it?"

Akane Shinjo tentatively picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the blank page:

"Testing, testing, is it still usable?"

After about twenty seconds, the reply finally appeared on the page:

The system is damaged and is currently repairing itself. Some functions are temporarily unavailable.

Akane Shinjo's expression instantly brightened.

Very good!

As long as it works!

She didn't care at all about "system corruption" or "some functions being unavailable"

For a hardcore monster fan, as long as the game console can still allow her to create monsters, any other problems can be ignored.

So what if there's a delay? So what if there's lag? We can just wait a little longer.

Akane Shinjo patted her chest and breathed a long sigh of relief, finally feeling a huge weight lifted from her shoulders.

As for why the plane suddenly crashed, she had no intention of investigating further.

Anyway, she doesn't understand this kind of problem, and thinking too much about it will only give her a headache.

For Akane Shinjo, as long as the game console can still be turned on, everything else is a minor issue.

"Alright, alright, let's take a break and then continue playing~"

Let's turn our attention back to Qianyu.

After swiftly resolving the anomaly in the air, he casually reached out and grabbed two cards, [Snow] and [Wheel], which obediently landed in his palm like docile birds.

"What a bumper harvest!"

Qianyu whistled and put the two newly acquired powerful cards into the card box.

Although the trip was a bit fraught with difficulties and I almost lost my life, the result was definitely a huge win.

Not only did they solve the big problem of the Demon Beast, but they also managed to collect two Clow Cards as spoils of war.

Adding to the previously sealed fighting and sword cards, his gains from this resort trip can only be described as substantial.

After organizing his spoils, Tiga turned around and looked at the buses.

Inside the carriage, dozens of eyes were fixed on him.

The complexity in his eyes was so great that it could fill a book called "A Report on Human Observation".

There was shock, admiration, fear, and also a sense of inquiry, as if looking at some unknown creature.

Clearly, the visual feast of transformation and Ultraman fighting monsters had just shattered the students' worldview.

"This is a bit troublesome..."

Their identity has been exposed.

They've been completely exposed.

In front of dozens of people, he transformed into a fifty-meter-tall giant of light, and then spent several minutes fighting a monster to the death.

This level of exposure is beyond what can be salvaged by simply keeping a low profile.

If she had to explain to each of them individually at this point, Qianyu's tongue would probably break from exhaustion.

Moreover, these people will definitely post on Twitter and WeChat Moments when they get back, and then the whole world will know that there is a high school student in Kamisui City who can transform into Ultraman Tiga.

So, is he even going to be able to live his life anymore?

"If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who discovered it."

Faced with this extremely tricky crisis of being exposed, Qianyu did not hesitate for even half a second and decisively used the card to eliminate the disguise.

Although with his current level of magical control, he cannot perfectly trigger the incredible operation of card elimination, which physically erases the target from a conceptual level.

However, if you only need to erase a specific section of data, then it should still be fine.

"I'm sorry everyone, that part of the story was too advanced and not suitable for a slice-of-life anime, so I'm afraid you'll have to format your brains."

Gray ripples, centered on Chiyu, swept across the entire bus like a silent breeze.

Inside the carriage, everyone's expressions and movements froze in that instant.

Immediately afterwards, Qianyu took out the illusion card with her other hand and began to implant false memories into everyone.

The elimination cards are responsible for deleting, and the illusion cards are responsible for filling in.

Purple light flowed into the carriage along the gray ripples, seeping into the brows of everyone present.

The resort trip was very enjoyable.

The weather was great, the scenery was beautiful, and the students had a lot of fun.

There were no blizzards, no monsters, and no giants of light.

Everything was normal, so normal it was boring.

This false memory was carefully designed, neither too wonderful (to arouse suspicion) nor too bland (lacking authenticity).

It includes a few anecdotes—such as a classmate accidentally falling down or a teacher being ridiculed for singing off-key—these details make the whole memory vivid and believable.

The light curtain dissipated