"How unlucky! I specifically avoided rush hour, so why are there still so many people?!"
Hiratsuka Shizuka, dressed in office OL attire, gritted her teeth.
She had been rear-ended on her way out today, and her car had to be sent for repairs. As a result, even though she had specifically avoided evening rush hour, the tram was still packed with people. While it wasn't a sardine-can situation, she could only press herself against the wall.
If the guy in front dares to intentionally get closer, I'll give him two hard punches.
Hiratsuka Shizuka had studied aikido, and her rank wasn't low—she was known as the Iron Fist Teacher. But in reality, she was an older single woman who yearned for love and couldn't find physical satisfaction.
He's coming. He's coming.
Sure enough, women shouldn't dress too nicely. Like before, wearing a lab coat and suit pants, none of this would happen. Today, she had merely changed into a small suit jacket, a professional short skirt, and put on black pantyhose that she hadn't worn in a long time—and her head-turning rate on the street had increased.
Damn it—he dares to lean forward again.
Hiratsuka Shizuka took a deep breath and raised her fist. She hammered the shoulder of the person in front, but the force was more like a tap.
"Hey, don't go too far."
Akira glanced at his phone. The time displayed normally, so this time it was one month before the current timeline. The anti-addiction hourglass hadn't been mysteriously emptied. The Eroge had jumped to a tram one month ago, at night.
He looked back, confirming the chosen target for capture: Hiratsuka Shizuka.
It was indeed Hiratsuka Shizuka. It's just that she was dressed more unusually today. Had the older single woman finally 'woken up'?
Akira turned around and gave a harmless smile.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Or should I turn around?"
Akira turned around directly. He was taller, which gave Hiratsuka Shizuka some sense of pressure.
"Student?"
"No."
"But I'm a teacher—I've seen many kids like you."
Just then, the tram suddenly made an emergency stop. Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't brake in time and crashed directly into Akira's arms.
Her old face turned crimson.
How was this tram being driven? And this kid too—why didn't he reach out? Did he just let her crash into him like that?
Before this thought could settle, the tram was already approaching the platform. Some people got off, but even more got on. In just an instant, the carriage became crowded again.
Hiratsuka Shizuka was directly enveloped by Akira and pressed against the wall again.
Thump. This must be "kabedon." To think that her first kabedon would happen like this. Aside from anything else, the young man in front of her was indeed very handsome and looked young, so she wasn't at a loss. It's just that when she looked out, all she saw were dense rows of the backs of heads. Her movable space immediately became very limited.
"Kid, don't get any ideas."
Although it was crowded, facing a handsome guy made Hiratsuka Shizuka feel a bit better. If it were anyone else, she would have already given them an iron fist.
"Or, Teacher, you can turn around too."
Hearing her called "Teacher" always gave Akira a sense of déjà vu from certain cat videos.
Hiratsuka Shizuka thought for a moment and felt that what this child said was very true. Out of sight, out of mind. So she turned her body around.
He's just a child—what bad intentions could he have? And by turning to face the wall, he won't see those annoying backs of heads anymore.
Just as she was thinking, they arrived at another short-distance station. But still, few people got off, and many got on. And as soon as they boarded, someone announced that a monster had appeared and they needed to seek shelter.
After a "sardine-like" commotion, the train car became even more crowded.
Hiratsuka Shizuka was already pressed against the wall, unable to move—unable to even turn around. Fortunately, this was a corner, and she could still turn her head to see the child's slightly apologetic expression.
Hiratsuka Shizuka felt a bit helpless. When seeking shelter, people at the tram station all squeezed into the tram, so this situation was quite normal.
The tram continued forward; the next station was a bit far—a journey of forty minutes.
With every slight jolt, Hiratsuka Shizuka could feel a foreign object behind her. Although she was an older single woman, as a life skills teacher, how could she not know? But there was nothing she could do—this was the situation inside the tram now. Shelter. Life was more important than anything else. And the child behind her hadn't done anything strange.
Just endure it.
Hiratsuka Shizuka silently endured.
The more she thought about it, the more speechless she became—why, of all things, did she encounter this? Taking the tram because her car broke down was one thing, but then to be caught in a shelter situation. Being in a shelter was one thing, but then to have a child point a gun at her.
Although the child was a bit unreasonable, it was understandable. Moreover, as a teacher, educating people was Hiratsuka Shizuka's duty. If a child were to bear a bad mark because of this, it would greatly affect his future. Besides, he was in his prime, so this was normal—just endure a little longer.
Hiratsuka Shizuka genuinely thought this way.
But Akira had never thought that way. The time and space chosen by Eroge must have been carefully selected, always leading to such scenes.
He looked around and saw that everyone was facing away from him, piled up like sardines. Only his corner was a bit rebellious.
Very good. Not even the surveillance cameras can capture it.
The sound of the tracks was very loud, completely capable of masking some sounds. He just had to sway with the tram, and he didn't need to exert any effort at all.
Hiratsuka Shizuka slowly began to break down—to think that after so many years of being single, she had never encountered such a thing. Especially after the encounter, she felt that her body and mind seemed to show abnormally joyful emotions.
She was truly hungry.
Even if the person behind her was a child who looked like he had just entered society. This gave her a sense of immorality—as a teacher, a role model, how could she not withstand the test?
But—
The effect of Backstabber had already been activated. God's Hand activated, doubling Hiratsuka Shizuka's body sensitivity.
She finally realized that at some point, her office skirt had rolled up. She turned her head, wanting to say something, but Akira happened to lean in, also wanting to say something.
This momentary intersection made the teacher's face instantly flush to her neck.
They almost kissed.
"I'm sorry, Teacher. I can't control myself."
Yes—the child was in his prime, at an age curious about the opposite sex. In this situation, how could he… Putting herself in his shoes, she felt she couldn't either.
Having been single for decades, she suddenly had a premonition that her single life was about to end.
The tram was speeding, its body constantly shaking. And the tram here was not like the domestic tram Akira remembered—instead, it was bumpy like a train.
The tram arrived at the station, and a huge crowd disembarked.
Hiratsuka Shizuka finally turned around. But she didn't blame Akira. Instead, she took his hand.
"I am a life skills teacher, and I feel it is my duty to teach you some things about life."
Hiratsuka Shizuka was dressed very neatly now, as if nothing had happened. But the fire that had been ignited in her after more than twenty years of being single was not so easily extinguished.
Hiratsuka Shizuka bought alcohol—after all, it was her first time bringing a man home, and she needed some courage.
"Are you an adult?"
Akira didn't answer. He just took a sip of beer and ate some snacks that went with the drink. Then he began to survey his surroundings.
As expected of Iron Fist Hiratsuka Shizuka's room, it was as neat as a military dormitory.
"So curious? Never been inside a woman's boudoir?"
"I have!"
Akira replied with a smile.
Hiratsuka Shizuka was suddenly a bit startled, then she started to laugh. After more than twenty years of being single, she actually had less experience than a child. It was embarrassing to even say it.
"Then what are you looking at?"
"I've just never been inside a teacher's boudoir, and I find it very clean."
Hiratsuka Shizuka's mood instantly brightened. She plopped down next to Akira.
"From now on, you absolutely must not do such things on the tram again, understood?"
"Isn't this because of a special situation?"
"Even if the situation is special, it's not allowed. It's only because I'm a teacher and I'm tolerant of you—if it were anyone else, they would definitely take you to the police station."
Hiratsuka Shizuka put down her beer and stared at Akira. "Honestly, why are you so handsome?"
Hiratsuka Shizuka was a little tipsy, and her actions became bolder. She pushed Akira down and flipped over, pinning him to the ground.
"Alright, I should fulfill my promise and give you a good lesson."
God's Hand activated.
Abdicate the Throne activated.
[Strength +5]
[Character "Hiratsuka Shizuka" capture progress reached 80%. Reward: Clearance points +3. All attributes +8]
Returning to the mission interface, Akira looked at the third chapter, which now only had five stars left, and stroked his chin.
Hiratsuka Shizuka was indeed a bit stronger than Kitagawa, which was why she gave three clearance points. However, Akira couldn't be sure that this was the exact logic.
Akira didn't dwell too much on brain-racking matters and casually clicked to start the next game.
Kazz kazz~!
A familiar sound came, scaring Akira into quickly taking out his phone.
Sure enough, the time on the screen had turned into garbled characters again. But this time, the anti-addiction hourglass at least left him one slot.
So, which Multi-Anime Dragon Maid World am I transmigrating to this time?
Akira waited for Eroge to respond, or for a prompt to appear before his eyes.
But after a few minutes, Akira didn't see any prompts pop up.
Last time, when I went to the Multi-Anime Dragon Maid World, were those prompts because of Quetzalcoatl's intervention?
He recalled the words "interdimensional portal has been constructed" in the previous prompt. Akira thought it was very likely. In other words, that trip to the other world actually didn't have any errors—it was only because Quetzalcoatl appeared and seized the marker that the first two lines of prompts appeared. Otherwise, the prompt would have only shown the last line: "interdimensional portal has been constructed."
And the kazz sound he heard and the garbled characters displayed were the signs that he had been teleported to another world.
Looking at his phone, Akira felt a bit speechless.
But there's a saying: "Since you're already here…" Since Eroge had made an appearance, it meant that his current strength was fully capable of handling the situation.
"Alright, let me see what this time's target is."
Akira had already noticed that this was not a traditional tram, but a maglev train. The name was different, but it could barely be considered a type of "tram." No problem.
And the people here—he hadn't found anything unusual yet. At least after Existence Weakening was activated, no one could notice him.
Currently, Akira was in car number one. He lifted his foot and began to search forward.
"How are the personnel arrangements?"
Makima, wearing a Public Safety uniform, sat by the window. Her red, semi-long hair was braided into a whip that hung behind her head, and her characteristic ringed eyes gazed lazily at the rapidly changing scenery outside.
"It's all arranged. They are all according to plan…"
Just as the words were halfway spoken, several people in the surrounding seats pulled out various types of firearms, forming a fan shape to surround the four important Public Safety figures.
Da da da da.
Bang!
After a burst of gunfire, the shooting abruptly stopped. The Public Safety officers were hit by several bullets.
"They're dead, right?"
"With such close-range shooting, they couldn't even use their devil powers. They must be dead."
"Ah ha ha ha—Public Safety officers are nothing special. If you ask me, there was no need to send so many people."
"They were going on a business trip; it's normal to be cautious about potential accidents."
The shooters were men and women of various ages. From their appearance, it was impossible to tell they were gangsters. It was even more impossible to imagine that they were carrying guns.
"What about these people? Should we silence them all?"
"Of course. Make it clean and swift."
After confirming that all the Public Safety officers had been shot in the head, several people turned to deal with the witnesses.
But at that moment—
Makima, with bullet holes still in her forehead, suddenly stood up.
In an instant, the six shooters froze in place, their eyes hollow.
Makima's forehead rapidly healed, leaving only the bullet holes in her clothes and the splattered blood.
"Offer everything you have as a price to gain my power. Say it. Say 'I will.'"
The six dazed shooters repeated Makima's last three words in dazed voices.
The next moment—
All witnesses were mercilessly shot dead by the shooters.
Da da da da.
Blood flowed like a river.
Bang bang.
Heads blown open.
The entire train car was filled with a putrid stench. Besides Makima and the six shooters, only Akira—who was watching the show from the side—was still breathing.
Makima.
One of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse among devils—the Control Devil herself. Her ability was to control everything she perceived as weaker than herself. Additionally, she had a contract with the Prime Minister, using the lives of all citizens of this country as a shield to transfer all damage inflicted upon her. So even with her head blown open, she could survive. Furthermore, she had controlled many, many devils under her command, forming a force powerful enough to overwhelm the Gun Devil.
Tsk.
To keep her secret from leaking, she killed everyone in the train car. True to you, Makima.
But this was none of his business. Akira only planned to watch the excitement and then see if there was an opportunity to "strike while the iron's hot."
That's right—Makima's head had an Eroge mark on it. Clearly, her strength was several levels below Quetzalcoatl, and she was completely unaware of being marked by Eroge.
Just then, the six shooters uniformly turned to Akira and pulled their triggers without hesitation.
Countless bullets poured out, but they all struck Akira's psychic wall. After being squeezed and deformed, they fell powerlessly to the ground.
"If they didn't shoot each other, it seems you wouldn't have had a good way to smooth things over. Ah—I forgot. You don't need to do that at all."
Makima looked at Akira with a serene smile, sensing his aura. But it was very strange. Akira's scent was different from everyone else's. It seemed not to come from this space-time. Even hell devils didn't possess such power.
Unable to control him?
This result displeased her greatly.
"Did you find that your ability is ineffective against me? To be honest, I came from above. I'm here to teach you a lesson this time."
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, Makima shattered into countless small pieces.
But the next second, these small pieces seemed to come alive, strangely reattaching themselves. Only her clothing did not regenerate—like falling snowflakes.
But the next second, Akira flashed and appeared before her, pulling off her head.
As a result, her body seemed to have a will of its own, adhering itself back to the head.
Six times in a row—Makima instantly regenerated.
The six shooters beside them, who were the targets of Makima's damage transfer, instantly turned into grotesquely shaped corpses.
"It's a good thing the people in the two adjoining carriages had already fled, scared away by the gunfire. Otherwise… tsk tsk tsk, I'd like to see what you would do."
After the earlier exchange, Makima understood that she had no chance of winning now.
"Kill me, then. Only those stronger than me can perceive my body. May I know your name, esteemed one?"
Akira stepped forward, picked up Makima, and suspended her in mid-air.
With his hands covering her—God's Hand activated.
Ah!
Although the torn-off hand instantly flew back, it was the first time Makima couldn't completely transfer the pain from her body. She couldn't help but stare blankly at Akira's face.
"Don't look. You're face-blind—looking won't help. How about I let you taste my flavor? That way, you'll remember me."
Makima's head was roughly pressed down, but she was curious as if she had discovered a new continent, showing no resistance whatsoever.