Just...
When exactly did I begin to loathe this world?
The man named Lev Lainur Flauros pondered this question at this very moment.
Was it when I confirmed that humanity's current way of existing could absolutely never reproduce the prosperity of the past?
Or was it upon seeing that young girl walking within Chaldea—absolutely innocent, yet manifesting original sin?
I can no longer...
tell the difference.
But regardless, there is one ruling that is absolutely correct.
That is, this world should reach its terminus.
And I shall become its final undertaker.
"Professor Lev."
A faint call pulled Lev back from his own mental court.
The judgment has not yet begun.
Sufficient camouflage is still a necessity for me.
Lev held his top hat and looked toward the sound.
"It's you, Ian."
From an angle of absolute rationality, Lev felt he did not detest this person.
Every time they met, he could feel that unconcealable obsession in the other's eyes.
Such a person would, sooner or later, become a madman.
Lev appreciated and acknowledged such people.
But it was a pity—
Whether a madman or a normal person, as a member of Team A, his life must also end today, without exception.
"Where is the Director?"
Lev feigned a look at his watch, revealing a troubled expression.
"The Spiritron Transfer experiment is about to begin."
"Is she still not appearing? It won't be delayed, will it—"
It absolutely would not be delayed.
An excess yield of explosives had already been buried; even if there were unavoidable redundancies, it was enough to form a devastating shockwave.
That utterly foolish Director is probably still fantasizing that Chaldea can take this step forward even now.
Heh.
I really wonder what expression she will have before dying when she learns the truth.
It will absolutely...
be a pain befitting her stupidity, right?
"Not at all." Ian shook his head. "Professor Lev, you should know how much the Director has looked forward to this day."
"Don't talk about delays; if the appropriate departure time obtained by the 'Near-Future Observation Lens' hadn't been limited to a specific moment, she would have wished to leave right now."
"Even if she hasn't appeared yet, she is definitely on her way."
"Haha, true."
Lev smiled and patted Ian's shoulder.
"The Director has been thinking about this matter day and night; mobilization meetings were held time and time again."
"Even if we were all late together, she certainly wouldn't be late, right?"
"Precisely so."
Ian answered Lev with a smile.
"However, necessary preparations can be done before the Director arrives."
"Professor Lev, what do you think?"
Is it an illusion?
Lev always felt that when Ian said this, there seemed to be a few glints of unclear significance in his eyes.
But—
It didn't matter.
In just a moment, all these people would die in front of him.
Stupidity or arrogance;
Rationality or wisdom.
They were all merely final virtual symbols before the body shattered.
"Mn, reasonable enough."
Lev narrowed his eyes slightly, expressing his agreement with Ian's proposal.
"Make preparations in advance. Once the Director arrives, we can get on the road immediately."
The Coffin—a single-person device configured at huge cost to ensure the success of the Spiritron Transfer experiment.
Its appearance was that of a silver-white cylinder.
At this moment, they existed in plural form within the Central Control Room, awaiting use by the Master candidates.
"Let us begin, everyone."
Temporarily "replacing" Olga Marie's command position, Lev forcibly suppressed all the pride in his heart.
He had to guarantee nothing would go wrong.
So, before Chaldea was completely declared destroyed, he had to play the image of that honest professor well.
"Go take this epoch-making step!"
"Chaldea will be proud of you!"
Hiss—
The Coffins ejected gentle steam.
The sturdy silver-white hatch doors slowly opened, revealing the cramped space inside limited to one person's entry.
At such a moment, the scene was conversely frighteningly quiet.
After all, even an ordinary person could realize in this absolutely solemn atmosphere that this would be a step of heavy significance in human history.
Let alone these well-trained Masters.
"Daybit Sem Void, entry confirmed—"
"Beryl Gut, entry confirmed—"
"Ophelia Phamrsolone, entry confirmed—"
Names rang out one by one in the cold system broadcast, followed by the closing of silver metal doors one by one.
Lev's breathing quickened.
In his eyes, those slowly sliding metal doors, sealing tight at the end, were no different from closing coffin lids.
The destruction of Chaldea was right before his eyes!
Now, only the last person remained.
Lev's gaze fell upon Ian.
"Your turn."
"Not going in yet?"
"I'll wait a moment for the Director—"
Ian gave Lev one last meaningful look and revealed a subtle smile.
"Oh, she's here."
At the same moment.
"Is anyone there—"
"Come save me, quickly..."
Curled up on the toilet seat, Olga Marie covered her large breasts, exposed because her clothes had been stripped off, and shouted powerlessly.
Drip.
Drip.
Something viscous was continuously flowing down the edge of the toilet seat, finally pulling into silken strands in the air before ruthlessly falling to the floor.
Olga Marie knew what that was, yet could not stop any of it.
Because she found that even after the man had left, her body could still feel the echoes left behind by that shame-like pleasure.
It was as if...
Pandora's Box had been opened.
And what was worse, she discovered that the door in front of her could no longer be opened.
Even tentatively using "Magecraft" could not shake it in the slightest.
Without a doubt—
She had been "imprisoned" here by him.
"I hate this, why is it like this..."
Tears welled up in Olga Marie's eyes.
Her legs shifted cautiously on the toilet, but she still couldn't stop that dripping, lewd sound.
"The Spiritron Transfer experiment..."
The young girl closed her eyes in despair.
Missing the corresponding moment, the danger level of the Spiritron Transfer experiment would rise linearly.
This heart-pounding endeavor, for which she had staked everything in hopes of catching up to her father, was actually going to be declared bankrupt inside this restroom.
"No!"
"I don't want this!"
Olga Marie could no longer care about shame or whatever.
She ran to the door and pounded on it with all her might.
Thud, thud—
Noisy sounds rang out in the women's restroom.
If it were a normal day, such a commotion would probably attract others immediately.
But at this moment alone, it could not cause even the slightest ripple.
"Help... save me..."
Olga Marie's hands became increasingly weak.
Despair completely enveloped her at this moment.
Only—
Boom, a shockwave brought a loud noise!
Crash, glass shattered and flew!
Whoosh, tongues of fire fled in all directions!
No matter how unable she was to know the situation outside, Olga Marie knew what this meant.
The Central Control Room...
An explosion had occurred!
________________________________________
Get rewarded for helping with our community goals!
🎯 Reward for all: +1 bonus chapter at 50 Powerstones.
🚀 Tier Reward: Help us reach 20 members for +5 chapters on all stories!
👻 Join the crew by searching Ms. Medusa on (P). You know the spot! 😉