Ministry Action Records

"My magic book has a certain degree of retrieval ability. Through it, I can understand the general conditions of the land, history, biological distribution, physical laws, political structure and thoughts here. It can also be used to perform magic. After you mentioned the space quake just now, I tried to look it up and this explanation came up." Meteora said.

"Oh, it feels like a search engine, and it can find things that ordinary people can't find." Hikigaya exclaimed.

"So her goal is to destroy the Creator's world?" Kong Ming concluded.

"Haha, destroying the world is an exaggeration. This world is not that fragile. At most, it can make this small city feel the pain. If the world is destroyed so easily by a few anime characters fighting, Gatanjea will cry." Hikigaya waved his hands.

"Gatanjea?" Everyone, including Yukinoshita, looked at Hikigaya with confusion.

"By the way, you don't know this name, I also found out after I went to Nippori. However, the one I met in Nippori was much smaller than the one in real life. It was the monster that brought great disaster to the world in the Pacific Ocean. At that time, the Hero Association had not yet been established. You should remember Yukinoshita. Komachi was too young at that time and probably has no impression of it. If the scholars in the Hunter's Guild knew that there was a Gatanjea of ​​such a big size, they would probably be very excited. I have only seen a few dragon species larger than it, let alone the Molten Dragon. It's simply a new map." Hikigaya said.

"Gatanjea, at that time... light?" Yukinoshita also recalled something. At that time, she was still a child, and she had become... In fact, since that time, she had the idea of ​​becoming a hero when she grew up.

"It feels like your world, Komachi, is so dangerous. The first time I saw you, I felt like you were living a normal life..." Fujimaru Ritsuka complained.

"Hehe, Komachi doesn't know either." Komachi spread his hands and smiled.

"Why are we getting off topic? Well, never mind. It's so late, let's go to bed first. By the way, can you contact Red A? He might be right next to Junji." Hikigaya asked while standing up and cleaning up the dishes.

"Oh, that's right, Red A, I didn't even think of it. I'll try it now." Gudako replied.

"No...it seems like something is interfering with it. I can only feel Red A's current status, but his location is very vague." Gudako said.

"Can't sense it? Well, it's not too surprising. Let's look for it tomorrow. I have a general idea." Hikigaya said.

"What method?" asked Yukinoshita.

"Believe it or not, I said we were distributing flyers." Hikigaya smiled.

"Like the feeling of searching for a lost little girl? Are you kidding me..."

"Haha, I'll tell you tomorrow. I don't know if it will work." Hikigaya wanted to rub Yukinoshita's head, but gave up because his hands became greasy from holding the plate of fried noodles.

"I also want to meet my creator. Do you have any good suggestions?" asked Celia.

"If you search the internet for information about light novel writers, it shouldn't be that difficult to find him." Hikigaya said casually.

"Oh~ sounds simple." Celia nodded.

"Well, Onii-chan...how should the rooms be allocated?" Komachi raised her hand and asked a pointed question. Hikigaya also paused. The Heroic Spirits were fine since they could transform into spirit bodies, but what about Gudako and Fujimaru Ritsuka? There were also Celica and Meteora.

"How about...Celica, why don't you go back to the TV first?" Hikigaya asked tentatively.

"Are you kidding me? How do I get back to the TV? Show me how." Celia said with a cold look on her face.

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"So everyone has understood the current situation, do you want to change your world? Go ahead and do it, I won't stop you. This is the world of God, the Creator, a sinful place that plays with the world for entertainment. Such a place has no value at all. It is my wish to bring changes to our world." Altair, sitting on the sofa, made such a declaration.

Well, is this your purpose? It is very clear, Hong A thought. Although it is to give others the opportunity to change the world they live in, isn't it just to instigate others to cause destruction? They are all enemies. Find a chance to make them leave.

Jun Ji just said to everyone: "Cherish your life. If you die, you will return to a world controlled by others." So naturally, there was no need for Red A to hold back.

Red A looked at Raiden Mei. She looked like a character from a daily anime. Next one.

Akame, looks very dangerous, maybe a killer or assassin, but seems quite rational. Next one.

To be honest, I’m a bit unskilled as a white-haired boy. Let’s leave it to the hero of this world, next one.

Kratos and German... are poisonous. Their combat power has increased, but it should not be as strong as the original version. Red A is worried about who he should target first.

Rize Emiya... Rize... The pen name of the Creator brought back bad memories for Kaneki Ken. That tall figure with long purple hair. It really was related to Rize in every sense that he became what he is now. After Junji finished speaking, Kaneki Ken turned around and left silently without paying attention to anyone else.

"Goodbye, Lord Kaneki Ken." Altair said goodbye with a smile.

"I'll go out for a walk too." After saying that, Akagi turned around, apparently wanting to go directly to find his creator.

"Um, Akame, can I go with you?" Mei called out to Akame. She had just arrived in this world not long ago, and for the time being, Mei had no idea how to find her captain Yuigahama. Now she didn't even know where she was. Moreover, her Herrscher consciousness kept urging her to stay away from the old man in the wheelchair, even though she thought he looked... ordinary.

Mei, I'm not the kind of ordinary girl who can be friends with you... Although she thought so in her heart, Akame still couldn't bear to reject this overly gentle girl in front of her, so she could only say helplessly: "Whatever you want."

"Are you planning to go directly to your creator?" Mei asked Akahime beside her while walking on the street.

"Well, his address is on the first page of this book. What about you, Miss Mei? Don't you have this idea?" Akahime said.

"Uh...actually my creator is not in this country." Mei said. She didn't know why Junji chose to summon her.

Altair, a new player on the Japanese server, meow meow meow? Is this game from another country? ?

"I'm sorry, that's a pity." Akahime felt that she should say something to comfort her. After all, she thought that the possibility of Mei finding her creator was a little small. Wouldn't it be meaningless for her to come to this world? Instead, it would only add to her sadness.

"It's okay, actually, because to me, there are things more important than the Creator, and I don't want to change my original world." Mei thought, because she is already very happy here.

"Really? Then your world should be a very beautiful world." said Akato.

"Well, that's about what I mean." Mei also felt that her situation was difficult to explain.

"By the way, even if you know the address, it would be difficult for you to find this place. This is not your original world." Mei asked.

"Gathering intelligence is a very basic ability for me. Even if this is not the original world, such a detailed address is enough for me to find the door." Akagi explained.

"It seems so." Was she affected by Kiana's aura of intelligence reduction? Mei had this thought in an instant.

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"Are you the author of 'Akame ga Kill'? " With the help of several kind young men with fancy hair colors, Akame successfully found out the exact location of her creator and got some money, so she took a taxi here at Mei's suggestion.

"Oh...is there anyone here asking for an autograph so late? Bring your stuff here. Do you want a photo?" The man who was lying on a beach chair outside the house and enjoying the breeze bent over and asked skillfully.

Chi Tong looked at his creator, who had short black hair, a short beard, a burgundy patterned shirt, white trousers, and... a pair of slippers.

Just looking at the sharp eyes that made her shudder, Akado finally understood why he chose such a pen name. Is he really just a cartoonist?

"Are you... Hawkeye?" Akado asked. In front of this man, Akado couldn't help but prepare for a battle.

"Hawkeye is a pen name. My name is Mihawk. Oh, really? So you are here to challenge me. I just wrote it on a whim. You are the first one to come." Mihawk stood up, holding the cross on his chest and tore it off.

"This outfit is well restored. Then you make the first move, girl. From now on, I will call you Akame." Mihawk said casually, holding the cross knife that was previously hanging on his chest.

Is this the creator of her life?! Hawkeye... Mihawk?! You told me this person is a manga artist?! But the other party has admitted it, and Akame has to accept the fact no matter how much she doesn't believe it.

I actually thought about... holding back... before. After pulling out Murasame, Akame looked at Hawkeye warily.

"If you are strong enough, I will use this black knife." It has been a long time since someone challenged him. Hawkeye was very excited. He took out the black knife - Ye and put it on his back, hoping that this girl could give him a surprise.

"Be careful, I have in my hand the real one-hit-kill weapon - Murasame." Akame finally reminded that she didn't want to kill her creator, she just hoped that the other party... could change the tragic fate of her companions. Tatsumi, Lubbock, Hill, Chelsea... their ending shouldn't be like that.

"The real Murasame? Hahaha, this world is really interesting." Hawkeye laughed.

Hawkeye remembered the beginning when he was drifting on the sea and found himself in a different place when he woke up. Although everything was unfamiliar, it didn’t matter much. Living in a different place had no effect on him. There seemed to be many powerful people and monsters in this world, which should be said to be more than before. Hawkeye liked this place very much and asked a passerby who was the strongest swordsman in the world.

"That... should be the S-class hero 'Infinite Blade Works'."

"That's where he can be found."

"The Hero Association is recruiting heroes. If you become a hero, you should be able to meet him."

"The Hero Association... is there?"

"It's over there." The passerby pointed the direction to Hawkeye.

"Infinite Sword System..." Hawkeye muttered.

76. This creator is a bit strong...

"What are you waiting for, Akame? I told you to attack first. Didn't you hear me because my voice was too soft just now?" Akame on the opposite side held Murasame in front of her and looked at her motionlessly. Thinking that Akame might be looking for an angle, Mihawk also waited patiently, but the time was too long, and finally Mihawk asked.

I also want to attack, but I always feel that... there is no time to do it, Akame thought helplessly.

Since the weapon in Mihawk's right hand is just a small knife, it seems that if Mihawk holds an apple in his left hand, it looks like he is asking you if you want to eat some fruit. So Mei looks at the confrontation between the uncle in slippers holding a fruit knife and the girl in a sailor suit holding a katana strangely. Fortunately, Mihawk's aura is relatively sharp, so the style of the picture is not too biased. It is worth mentioning that Mihawk also doesn't like to wear flip-flops.

"Aren't you the ace killer of the Night Raid, Akame? Now that you have drawn your sword, treat me as your assassination target!" Mihawk shouted angrily like a strict father.

Yes... If I don't defeat my creator, will he smile and agree to help me change my world if I kneel down and beg him? No matter how I look at it, the other party seems to be the kind of person who won't talk to you properly without a fight. Thinking of this, Akame's eyes gradually became firm. In short, I'll kill him first.

"Destroy!" After saying the iconic words, Akahime seemed to have turned back into the calm killer before. Akahime was not far away from Mihawk. She stepped forward with her left foot and arrived in front of Mihawk in the blink of an eye. Under the still normal moon, Murasame's sword exuded a cold metallic luster and slashed at Mihawk without mercy.

Haha, this is what I want to hear. I'm looking forward to seeing how far you can go, Akame. Mihawk raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"when!"

Still standing firmly in the same place, Mihawk casually stabbed the knife in his right hand diagonally upwards, and the sound of swords clashing was heard. Then, Murasame, who was slashing forward by Akame, was blocked by the funny-looking knife in the middle.

The hands holding the handle of Murasame's sword continued to increase the strength, and Akahime tried to pry away the knife that was blocking her, but no matter how hard she tried, it was only Murasame and... Akahime's own arm that was shaking.

Was he stopped so easily... and... unable to break through, pulling away from Murasame, Akagotomi gave up on wrestling with Mihawk, and after slightly adjusting her posture, she took advantage of the situation and slashed Murasame horizontally towards Mihawk.

Looking at Akahime's movements, Mihawk's fingers rotated flexibly, and the knife was held in his backhand, with the tip of the knife pointing at the ground. His right hand moved down slightly and stopped at a certain place. Mihawk patiently waited for Akahime's next attack. It should be here soon... Mihawk thought to himself as he listened to the sound of the blade cutting through the air getting closer and closer.

"Clang!" Murasame swung his sword and chopped the knife again.

Huh?! Sensing the danger, Akahime quickly tilted her head to the side. Mihawk's knife slashed Akahime's face and took away a few strands of her hair. After dodging, Akahime quickly jumped back and looked at Mihawk warily.

"Long hair is not suitable for fighting." Mihawk suddenly said.

"Didn't you draw it yourself? What's there to say?" said Akagi.

"Actually, you had short hair at first, but the editor said it'd be better to change it. What did she say... Oh, right, I changed it to long hair to avoid having the same personality as your sister." Mihawk explained.

"...By the way, why would someone like you draw comics?" Seeing Mihawk mention his own work first, Akame couldn't help it. She couldn't understand why this guy Mihawk would draw comics. He looked like a swordsman no matter how she looked at him.

"I made a bet with a guy. At first, he was happy to fight with him, but later he didn't want to fight after I asked him too many times. I didn't want to let go of such a good opponent. Later, he said he was drawing comics and told me that if I drew better than him, he would fight me with all his strength. Since he said so, I had no choice but to agree." Mihawk said.

"Uh... a magical reason." Akahime commented casually, then rushed over again carrying Murasame, and decided to get down to business.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!..." The battle continued. Akame kept trying to attack from different angles, but from the sound, one could tell that they were all blocked. This was not as simple as being seen through by the opponent. The speed... was totally inferior to Mihawk, Akame thought puzzledly. He could see it too. The knife seemed to be moving slowly. Every time Murasame was about to fall on Mihawk, it would stop in front of his blade. At that distance, he could not change direction. Time and again, it was as if he had deliberately bumped into it. What was this? Was he a master of aiming at the human body?

"If this is all you are capable of, Akame, then I'd better go back to sleep." Mihawk said expressionlessly.

This won't work. No matter how hard you try, it will be in vain. You are not strong enough now! Having made up your mind, Akahime put your left hand on Murasame's blade, gritted your teeth, and slashed it hard. The bright red blood stained Murasame's blade, and Akahime knelt on the ground in pain.

"Oh, is that the trick? Good awareness." Mihawk looked at Akame with interest.

"Akahime..." Mei looked worriedly at Akhime who was kneeling on the ground and howling in pain. She reached out her hand to go over but quickly stopped. In the taxi, Akhime told her that she hoped she would not interfere in the affairs between her and the Creator.

When Akame stood up again from the ground, her whole body was covered with ominous red lines. Those were the sighs, sadness, anger, and hatred of the souls killed by Murasame... Murasame remembered all of this, and now, Akame accepted them. In simple terms, I am not a human being anymore!

"If I win, you will change the fate of my companions, Mihawk." Holding Murasame flat and pointing the tip of the knife at Mihawk, Akahime said coldly.