Type-Moon: Shinji Matou Also Wants to Be the Protagonist

Although riding a motorcycle wouldn't be much faster than running at full speed after his body was enhanced, at least he would be more comfortable.

As for the legal issues regarding minors riding bicycles, as long as they don't get caught, there won't be any problems!

The shopkeeper was initially hesitant to serve Suzuki because of his appearance.

After all, there are just too many junior and senior high school students who come here to feast their eyes.

However, after Suzuki used his money, the shopkeeper immediately began to enthusiastically introduce various car models to him.

They also promised to handle all the formalities for Suzuki and deliver it to the designated location.

Suzuki didn't know much about motorcycles; he just considered them a means of transportation, as long as the speed wasn't too bad.

The most important criterion is actually appearance. Whether someone is fast or not is only temporary, but whether someone is handsome or not takes a long time.

Because of Suzuki's financial strength, even though Suzuki kept switching between several models, the dealers didn't show any impatience.

The shopkeeper was still enthusiastically describing the motorcycle's advantages to Suzuki, but Suzuki suddenly paused.

He suddenly realized that, apart from the sounds of the shopkeepers, the surroundings seemed excessively quiet.

Someone interfered with his perception!

Just as Suzuki realized something was wrong, the voice of the shopkeeper behind him suddenly turned strange.

It was as if a foreign object was stuck in his throat, turning his fluent words into mumbled murmurs.

Suzuki turned his head and saw that the once dignified shopkeeper was now twisted and deformed.

Almost instantly, it transformed into a hideous monster.

He was terrified by the changes in himself and let out a muffled gasp.

But he had clearly lost control of his body.

Before the transformation was even complete, it impatiently extended its claws towards Suzuki.

Suzuki instinctively dodged the monster's attack, his clenched fist reflexively slamming into the monster's chest.

Fortunately, Suzuki reacted at the last moment and held back, ultimately only managing to repel the monster that the shopkeeper had transformed into.

After creating some distance, Suzuki was finally able to get a full look at the monster.

The distorted body is physically uncomfortable, and the deliberately preserved human features are an extreme example of perverse humor.

Suzuki had seen something like this before—a cyborg of real people!

But the real person is already dead, and the [transformation through non-action] is now in Suzuki's hands.

He didn't believe a real person could be revived inside him.

So, is it you?

The thought process happened in the blink of an eye; the defeated monster gave Suzuki no more time.

It completely ignored the bloody wounds caused by its body slamming hard against the wall.

Blood spurting from its mouth, it lunged at Suzuki again.

"No... save me... I don't want to die..."

During this process, the monster's human face displayed a variety of expressions, which were the shopkeeper's consciousness wailing in agony.

It wasn't just the shop owner; in the brief moments following the fight, the once quiet mall became bustling again.

But the laughter and cheers were replaced by piercing cries of agony.

It turns out that the customers and other merchants in the mall have all turned into monsters just like the shop owners.

They either wailed and begged for mercy or cried out for help.

But they all involuntarily launched an attack on Suzuki.

The once-pleasant online store has suddenly transformed into a hellish inferno.

"Tsk!"

Suzuki clicked his tongue in disbelief, his face grim. This trick was even worse than the real thing.

At least, cyborgs made from real people do not have such a vivid sense of self.

The psychological impact of these newly cyborgs is even greater than that of the real-life versions.

But Suzuki couldn't just surrender to the attack.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, dodging the claw attack while simultaneously channeling his spell power into his right hand and pressing it onto the monster's deformed torso.

The power of non-action instantly invaded the monster's soul.

In that instant, Suzuki sensed a power of the same origin as his own residing in the cyborg's soul.

It truly is a transformation achieved through non-action!

Even after coming into contact with Suzuki's transformation into inaction, the cyborg's power instantly surged.

The next moment, the cyborg instantly reverted to its human form.

But before the shop owner could react, he suddenly exploded.

The exploding flesh and blood splattered all over Suzuki, who was a beat slow to react.

The warm, fishy smell instantly filled his nostrils, but Suzuki's heart remained ice-cold.

Just then, terrified screams came from the outside world.

The area where Suzuki was just now was shrouded in a tent, and Suzuki's senses were suppressed by this highly targeted barrier.

At the same time, the tent also concealed the fact that the people in this area had been turned into cyborgs.

But at that moment, the account was cancelled.

The cyborgs were in almost face-to-face contact with ordinary people from other areas.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of ordinary people died tragically at the hands of the cyborgs.

The changes were interconnected, leaving Suzuki no extra time to react.

Now, Suzuki must make a choice immediately.

They just stood by and watched ordinary people being slaughtered!

Or should we kill the cyborgs to save the people outside?

This was a carefully planned scheme for Suzuki, whether it was orchestrated by special cyborgs or launched in a densely populated area.

All of this was to put Suzuki in a moral dilemma.

Almost without hesitation, Suzuki dashed out of the motorcycle shop in an instant, his toes barely touching the ground.

The cursed power exploded along the meridians in his feet, and he smashed through the cyborg blocking his way like a cannonball.

He had no room to hold back; every second he delayed would mean the deaths of more ordinary people.

The clenched fist condensed a blinding white light from the cursed power, and with one punch, it shattered the cyborg charging at the front.

At that moment, Suzuki suddenly realized that having excellent eyesight wasn't all good.

Suzuki will probably never forget the look of disbelief, terror, and despair on the cyborg's face when he was killed.

What's even more infuriating is that after the cyborgs are killed, their twisted bodies automatically revert to human form.

This made Suzuki's act of killing the cyborg monster suddenly seem like murder.

But having already killed the first one, Suzuki had no way back.

Suzuki continued walking towards the main entrance, where the flow of people was the greatest.

He swiftly and decisively dispatched all the cyborgs along the way with a single punch.

The pungent smell of blood mixed with the cold air from the mall's air conditioning blew over, making Suzuki's temples throb.

Chapter 137: Death Penalty

The cyborg's strength is negligible compared to Suzuki's.

Moreover, the mastermind behind the scenes seems unable to expand the scale, as the number of cyborgs is only the initial few dozen.

Suzuki's killing efficiency was extremely high when he went all out.

In just a few minutes, all the cyborgs were dealt with by Suzuki.

The entire mall lobby was awash in blood. The surviving ordinary people huddled in various corners screaming in terror, their eyes filled with fear as if he were the one who was the crazed killer.

Suzuki clenched his bloodied fist, knowing full well that this was exactly the effect the mastermind wanted.

They portrayed him as a monster who indiscriminately slaughtered innocent people in the city center.

No matter how he explained it afterward, the blood on his hands could not be washed away.

Just then, a surge of magical energy spread from above the shopping mall; it was the energy released by the falling "tent".

As the barrier's effects took hold, one trembling ordinary person after another collapsed to the ground.

"Wow, what a handsome young man."

After the last ordinary person fell asleep, a languid female voice came from the mall entrance.

She had a tall and voluptuous figure, and her hair was braided into two pigtails that hung down in front of her.

Level 1 Spellcaster - Mingming.

"What a brutal method!"

Another rough voice came in from the back door; it belonged to a burly man.

First-class sorcerer - Higashido Aoi.

Besides these two, many other assistant supervisors dressed in black quietly entered the scene and moved the sleeping ordinary people away.

Suzuki did not stop them, but simply observed the personnel on the other side.

Apart from the two level-one sorcerers who were locking onto Suzuki, one in front and one behind.

Students from Kyoto Jujutsu High School also arrived at the scene, and Suzuki recognized many familiar faces at a glance.

Zenin Shin'i, Kaiki Maru, Kamo Kenki, Nishimiya Momo, and even Miwa Kasumi.

These students, who were clearly inexperienced, turned pale as soon as they entered the mall lobby, overwhelmed by the pungent smell of blood.

The bright red blood was everywhere—on the ground, on the walls, and even on the ceiling.

Limbs and severed parts are everywhere, along with internal organs and other debris.

The visual and olfactory impact is maximized.

Although they didn't vomit on the spot, the students all looked quite unwell.

In this hellish scene, the blood-covered boy sat on the steps, calmly watching them.

"Stay alert, everyone. The enemy won't give you a chance to adapt."

The students' performance clearly displeased the leader, who immediately reprimanded them sternly.

Leading them was an old man who looked like he was about to die, but was trendy and carried an electric guitar.

Yoshinobu Rakuganji is the principal of Kyoto Jujutsu High School and a first-class jujutsu master.

"The Tokyo Jujutsu High School, which is nearby, hasn't even arrived yet, but you guys, who are hundreds of kilometers away, have come first. You must have been waiting a long time!"

Suzuki waited quietly for the assistant supervisors to move the survivors, but then sneered at the sorcerers surrounding him.

"It's none of my business. I didn't know anything before I came here. I was just doing my job for the money!"

Upon hearing Suzuki's words, Mingming was the first to speak.

The first thing they do is shirk responsibility and state their position.

Given her notorious reputation for misconduct, this statement is indeed outrageously believable.

Rakuganji Yoshinobu's wrinkled face was expressionless, his voice hoarse yet steady and powerful, characteristic of the elderly:

"Gojo Satoru is currently tied up with other missions, and Tokyo High School lacks combat capabilities."

Given the severity of this incident, it is only natural that our Kyoto school would handle it.

Rakuganji's words sounded grand and dignified, but as a staunch supporter of the Jujutsu Supervision Department, Suzuki dismissed them as nonsense.

Ignoring Rakuenji, Suzuki stared straight at Mingming and said: