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"An infinite multiverse, huh? Didn't expect it to be like this…"
Casually tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear, Haibara Ai's tender, adorable face flickered with surprise, then softened into a wry smile.
"The Duke virus, huh? Guess we should call it the Shiraki virus now."
"Exactly, that's the deal!"
Kiana's white high ponytail swayed like a lively stream as she scooped Haibara into her arms, rubbing her cheek vigorously against the girl's delicate, porcelain-like face.
"Wow, this me is so cute!"
The cool touch of skin warmed with the friction, Haibara's pale cheeks growing faintly hot. She sighed and pinched Kiana's face.
She was still completely bare, you know!
"Looking like this, out there, 'I' would get dragged off for katsu curry."
Haibara wasn't used to this level of intimacy, but that applied to others—herself? No issue.
But the next second, a sudden wave of warm affection made the mature, adult-like girl even more exasperated.
"Come here, let me hug." Shiraki eagerly took Haibara from Kiana's arms, his face brimming with enthusiasm.
Her smooth, glossy shoulders seemed to shimmer with life, her cool skin like top-tier jelly—soft and silky.
The girl before him was a treasure gifted by the heavens.
Though still young, her future beauty was already breathtakingly clear.
"That makes you even more of a per…"
The "-vert" didn't escape her lips, cut off as vast swathes of memories—too massive to fully absorb so quickly—surged. Certain thoughts triggered specific memory fragments.
Haibara's ice-blue eyes widened slowly.
Shiraki and Reverie unlocking the self-on-self achievement on their first night.
Then, scenes with Kiana and Kochou Kanae indulging in self-amusement—images, sounds, even their shared sensations at the time—flooded her mind like streams converging into a waterfall.
A flush of intoxication spread across her cool, elegant face, her egg-shell smooth skin tinged with faint pink. Haibara slumped silently in Shiraki's arms.
Her cheeks and slender, pale neck glowed crimson, a stunning contrast of red and white.
Their physical contact fused their souls, and sensing Haibara's emotional tide, Shiraki paused, then conjured her usual outfit—a small white lab coat—onto her body.
He wasn't really a pervert!
Who'd get those kinds of feelings for a girl this size!?
That stuff could wait until she was Miyano Shiho again!
Catching Shiraki's thoughts, Haibara shot him a bewitching glance, cute yet somehow sultry.
No one rejects themselves.
Rejecting yourself? That's a paradox.
"Multiverse, multiverse! Wahahaha!"
Her platinum blonde shoulder-length hair swayed, her refined face alight with uncontainable excitement. Chisato was like a husky finally off its leash, frolicking wildly in the mysterious space.
"Should I chant a spell now? Ahem—"
Her deliberately splayed fingers looked long and slender as Chisato faced the swirling nebula void, her voice rising sharply with a dramatic tone.
"Shatter, reality! Crumble, spirit! Banish this world!"
"Great Cosmic Madness Judgment Eye!"
"Your failure stems from one reason alone!"
"Even I have things I want to protect!"
Her voice hit a crescendo, peaking at max decibels.
"This is my fearsome divine talent!"
"Uh…" ×3
Shiraki, Kiana, and Haibara, in perfect sync, slapped their foreheads with a smack.
Watching the platinum-haired girl brandish a conjured training sword, performing a Flower Breathing routine, Shiraki recalled himself at seven or eight, swinging a stick wildly in a veggie patch.
A touch embarrassing, sure, but good thing no outsiders were here, or he'd have to whip out memory-wipe magic (physical).
"Other me, hold off on playing—put some clothes on first."
The girl's vigorous sword swings sent her chest's slimes bouncing with dynamic arcs, her snowy gravitational waves trapping Shiraki's gaze.
"Oh, oh!"
Under the trio's indescribable, childhood-reminiscing stares, Chisato realized she'd gotten carried away, scratching her head sheepishly.
She casually conjured silk pajamas onto her soul-body. They covered her, sure, but the lace cutouts left her jade-like skin teasingly visible, the hem barely skimming her dainty hips.
Exposure down, allure through the roof!
Good thing he and Kiana had gone wild last night, or Shiraki might not stay calm—maybe even stage an impromptu in-part right there.
No 'him' would say no, anyway!
"Alright, let's talk business."
Fun's fun, chaos is chaos, but serious stuff can't be ignored.
Shiraki extended his hands, and Chisato and Haibara obediently placed their soft, delicate hands in his.
Kiana grinned, grabbing Chisato's other hand.
Soul-fused, their mind-linked communication was leagues beyond mere words!
First, Chisato's side.
A magicless world like the main one, daily life in "safe," "peaceful" Tokyo.
Chisato grew up an orphan, raised by DA.
DA, short for Direct Attack, was a secret organization preventing crime before it happened. Though it cooperated with the government, it wasn't under its control, enjoying high autonomy.
Think Psycho-Pass—correcting citizens with high crime coefficients.
DA's method? Eliminate criminals before they act!
To the public, it's all thriving prosperity, stability, and vibrant utopia.
News on TV, info online—shiny, peaceful scenes filled every corner of the city, a perfect dystopia.
Some might call it fake peace, but Shiraki thought it wasn't half bad.
Criminals got their due, citizens were well-protected, enjoying peace in a bustling world.
Better than crooks getting jailed, pulling strings, and waltzing out to wreak havoc again, right?
DA had two elite agent units: Lycoris (female) and Lilybel (male), both posing as high schoolers in the city.
Chisato was Lycoris's top ace—well, former top ace.
The girl had extraordinary talent, with peerless observation and reflexes, able to read bullet trajectories and dodge gunfire perfectly in a shootout.
Five steps, seven steps, or thousands—if Chisato could see it, no bullet could hit her.
At seven, she single-handedly took down a terrorist group of dozens.
To sum it up? We only need two words.
Cheat mode!
As the saying goes, when Kami opens a door, they close a window.
A girl blatantly hacking in a magicless world got banned by the world admin—she had a congenital heart defect.
Kicked from the server, she should've died at ten, but the Alan Institute stepped in.
A mysterious global sponsor, no one knew if it was a person or group.
The Alan Institute believed geniuses were divine gifts, destined to share their talents with the world.
They scoured the globe for geniuses hindered by poverty or other barriers, offering aid freely.
Sports, literature, arts, medicine, science—their reach was vast, like a charity version of Detective Conan's Black Organization.
The Alan Institute saw Chisato's… uh, talent, swapped her heart for a high-tech artificial one, and gave her a gun.
They hoped she'd hone her killing skills, becoming the world's top assassin!
With Shiraki's memories nearly erased, young Chisato's pure heart didn't grasp the Alan Institute's intent, thinking she'd met kind saviors.
Inspired, she vowed to help others like they helped her, to be a savior, a hero of justice!
Thanks to stray past-life memories, she found that last bit a lot off and scratched it out.
Chisato cherished life, refusing to kill!
She used non-lethal rubber bullets, prioritizing both sides' safety in combat.
But a non-killing agent?
This isn't pretend play!
DA's higher-ups were exasperated by her staunch principles.
A weapon that dulls its edge and cushions its blows? No matter how strong, who'd use it?
Too valuable to discard, and with the Alan Institute's backing, DA let Chisato roam free for now.
"So that's how it is…"
A dazed murmur echoed in their fused minds. Learning the Alan Institute's true intent from Shiraki's memories shook Chisato's long-held beliefs and principles.
Cherishing life, saving others—it was all a misunderstanding.
Her true mission was to take lives?
In another time, another place, a shattered faith might've broken someone's will.
But in their fused souls, Chisato's collapsing resolve barely began before healing in Shiraki's core self.
The Alan Institute's mission? Who cares?
I don't care what you think—I care what I think!
Taking lives wasn't fun for Chisato, so she wouldn't!
She stayed the sunny, life-loving girl, just less rigid.
No killing became not wanting to kill.
Would she kill?
Depends on her mood!
That was the flexible moral line Shiraki's memories brought~!
Her mechanical heart's lifespan was an easy fix. With so much of Muzan's blood left, the special serum that revived regular folks could regrow a heart in a snap!
Honkai energy, as usual, couldn't enter Lycoris's world—no magic, no elements. Even if a magic-world Shiraki joined the space, they couldn't sling fireballs in a magicless world.
Reverie was the exception, her Seven Glittering Treasures powered by herself, independent of external forces.
Chisato's already superhuman physique got a massive boost, and she decided to record a song as her mission BGM when she returned.
"Carrying my pack on my back~♫"