Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Even such a small amount was enough to disrupt the precise calculations within Shirai Kuroko's brain.

The calculation method for spatial transfer is probably the most sophisticated technique in Academy City; it cannot function correctly even with the slightest interference.

This can be considered a punishment for this guy.

This method of punishment is already quite merciful.

“I’m going out for five hours, four hours, exactly four hours, not a minute less.”

In this kind of weather, being exposed to the sun for four hours would probably make a person faint.

When Itsuki looked at Shirai Kuroko, a hint of pity flashed in her eyes, but Itsuki still nodded vigorously to indicate that she understood.

"I understand, please don't worry."

……

"As expected, we still need to address this."

The location changed in the blink of an eye, and Makoto Haramura was already back in front of the talent workshop.

As Wuhe said, things are better done sooner rather than later.

If he comes to admit his mistake now, it will be considered a good admission of wrongdoing, and he may be able to get away with it easily.

"But before that, let's go check on that filthy little bug."

Standing in front of the entrance to the Talent Workshop, Makoto Haramura's expression gradually became indifferent.

This is an expression I would never show when facing the people around me.

He then turned and walked directly to the entrance leading to the underground prison.

Using the pupil recognition command, Makoto Haramura opened the door to the room.

Almost the instant the door to the room was opened, a sweltering heat rushed out.

Upon closer inspection, the room was completely dark, devoid of any light or windows. This enclosed and dark room created a sense of oppression throughout.

Around the edges of the room, a faint force was rippling and undulating, like a film of water enveloping the entire room.

Anyone familiar with Makoto Haramura's power would recognize this as his most frequently used defensive barrier.

This barrier has long since been equipped with a stored magic power drive.

The barrier's effect is naturally not as strong as if Makoto Haramura himself maintained it, but it can still isolate most of the sounds and smells in the room. In terms of resistance to attacks, it can barely reach the level of a nuclear bomb explosion.

Simply put, if you're locked up here, there's almost no hope of escaping.

Inside this barrier, there was a group of people.

Yes, it's a group of...

Each of them was dressed in the kind of gear only counter-terrorism units would wear, and the heavy firearms they carried were all lying on the ground like trash. Each of them was tied to a wooden stake, just like a scene before an execution in medieval Europe.

However, saying it was before the execution is not entirely accurate.

Judging from their breathing, they were already dead.

These people are the Hound Squad, a secret organization directly under the leadership of Aleister, the chairman of Academy City.

All the members of the Hound Corps were imprisoned here and are now dead.

Makoto Haramura completely ignored the corpses hanging there and went straight to the last person.

Here, the only person still alive.

This person was covered in bandages that were almost rotting and infested with maggots, and he was covered in blood. He was not wearing the same armor as the others, but a white lab coat.

Looking at this person, Makoto Haramura spoke with extreme indifference.

"As a human being, you have quite a tenacious life force. No wonder you were chosen by Aleister as a pawn."

"Even though you're dispensable to him, right, Kihara Kazuta?"

This person was none other than Kihara Kazuta.

"How do you feel now? Are you very moved?"

Haramura Makoto said with a half-smile.

"I think you must be someone who can endure loneliness. After all, you are a famous scientist. How can you do scientific research if you can't stand loneliness and solitude?"

"But why aren't you saying anything?"

"Could it be because you've been staying here so long, so scared, so terrified that you've been crying and begging for mercy until your throat is hoarse?"

Upon hearing this, Kihara Kazuta's hanging hand straps trembled slightly.

His head slowly rose.

The dilapidated structure appearing in the darkness was enough to frighten any child.

Not only was he extremely thin, but even his eyes seemed to bulge outwards as if they were excessively bloodshot, like a demon from hell.

Kihara Kazuta just stared blankly at Haramura Makoto.

The pupils, which had been dilated, were slowly coming together.

"..."

A moment later, Kihara Kazuta's completely cracked lips moved, and a shrill roar echoed throughout the room in the next second.

“Makoto Haramura, Aleister…”

It was less like a human roar and more like a lament from hell.

A roar that blends the most extreme negative emotions such as anger, murderous intent, and hatred.

This deep-seated hatred was also accompanied by the constantly trembling iron chains on his wrists, ankles, and even neck.

Without a doubt, if Kihara Kazuta could break free of the shackles binding him now...

Even if he has no chance of winning, he will fight with all his might, even biting off a single hair from Makoto Haramura's body.

Well, no matter how hard you try, it's only to the point of being a single hair.

"They're really noisy."

Makoto Haramura frowned and picked at his ear.

Then, with a playful expression, he squatted down and looked at Kihara Shuta.

"What, being abandoned by Aleister makes you so angry?"

"Working under that guy, you should have had this level of awareness a long time ago, shouldn't you!"

The reason why Kihara Sumita is here is quite simple.

It was obtained by Makoto Haramura.

For both him and for Xiaoqi, the Kihara clan, such trash, had no reason to exist in the world.

So after reaching a preliminary agreement with Aleister that day, one of the demands, which wasn't really a request, was to hand over all the remaining members of the Kihara clan in Academy City to him.

Aleister readily agreed to Makoto Haramura's request.

The idea that "you have to consider the owner before beating a dog" simply doesn't exist in Aleister's world.

It's just the Kihara clan; if Haramura Makoto wants it, why not give it to him? Maintaining the current stability is the most important thing for Aleister.

Aleister was even quite generous, sending the entire Hound unit over as a package.

"I'll...kill...you..."

Chapter 365 Taking the Initiative to Confess

"I'll...kill...you..."

Kihara Kazuta's face became completely distorted.

With a hoarse voice, Kihara Kazuta growled.

"I...absolutely...will...kill...you...all..."

Kihara's voice was no longer as loud as before, but the negative emotions it carried, such as violence, hatred, and resentment, had not diminished in the slightest; their intensity was enough to devour a human.

Makoto Haramura burst out laughing at this.

"It's okay. Even though you want to kill me, I won't kill you."

Because simply killing Kihara would be too easy on him.

Why was he given different treatment from the other members of the Kihara clan and the Hound Corps? It was because Makoto Haramura wanted to torment him.

After all, after capturing him, Makoto Haramura unexpectedly learned that this guy was planning to make a move against Koki.

How can you reward this guy with death?

"You will carry this hatred and resentment with you, step by step, toward hell."

Makoto Haramura's voice was like the whisper of a demon from hell.

"After you die, the space here will be distorted, time will flow backward, everything will start over, and you will experience everything again, sinking into endless reincarnation."

"Rubbish."

This is Makoto Haramura's first and last time visiting this place.

After Makoto Haramura leaves, this room, along with the space itself, will be cut into the cracks of time.

He will be forever imprisoned in the cracks of time, his spirit constantly being worn away between death and rebirth.

This cycle of life and death will only end when he completely loses his spirit.

"I hope you can enjoy my gift to you, Captain Kihara."

After leaving those words behind, Makoto Haramura turned around and left the room.

"boom!"

The door was closed.

The pitch-black, moss-like twists gradually climbed upwards, enveloping the entire doorway.

The sweltering air once again filled the air, the stench of rotting corpses mingling and overlapping.

Kihara Kazuta lowered his head in despair.

Tormented by the negative influence of hatred and resentment, they gradually move towards death.

"call……"

As he stepped out of the room, Makoto Haramura exhaled, expelling the cold emotions from his heart, and a smile returned to his face.

Next, he was going to confess to Xiao Qi.

With such a cold face, how can you possibly confess? The outcome will definitely not be good.

"However, this kind of death is most suitable for trash like you."

Does Makoto Haramura dislike the Kihara clan?

It's definitely annoying, even to the point of being incredibly frustrating, since much of what happened in Hara Village was caused by those idiots from the Kihara clan.

But he would only let him die a quick and painless death, and he wouldn't even bother to dirty his hands by killing him.

Now that he has focused his attention on the wrong person, he should understand the consequences.

He should have expected this.

After all, isn't this exactly what he wanted Makoto Haramura to experience?

……

"Hmph hmph hmph—!"

When Makoto Haramura walked into Koki's room, he heard Koki's soft laughter coming from inside.

"Didn't she go to exercise today?"

Makoto Haramura was slightly surprised, but without hesitation, he reached out and pressed the doorknob to open the door.

The next second, the scene that appeared in front of Makoto Haramura was that of Koki sitting at the table, savoring fragrant tea.

As for sitting on the other side, it was Junko Hokaze, the number two figure in the Shokuhou faction.

It was quite unusual for Junko Hokaze, who had left the research institute a long time ago, to set foot in it again.