Chapter 202: He Used Teleportation Magic to Dismember People, Annihilating Them Instantly!
In this world, teleportation magic is actually a very basic ability.
Although teleportation involves space, knowing teleportation magic doesn't mean one can manipulate spatial abilities.
There's a clear distinction.
First, teleportation magic requires preparing a magic circle in advance. That means you need to draw the teleportation circle on paper or on the ground, which gives others enough time to kill or disrupt you.
Those who truly possess spatial abilities can quickly construct a teleportation circle on the spot using magical power.
But isn't drawing a magic circle directly with magical power just as simple?
The difference is significant.
Using paper or drawing the circle directly on the ground allows for greater precision than constructing it with magical power.
If one's control over magical precision is insufficient, constructing it with magical power can lead to problems.
It's like comparing someone drawing a circle with a compass to someone drawing it freehand—which one is more accurate?
The former, of course.
Moreover, those with spatial abilities can easily destroy an opponent's basic teleportation circle.
The stronger ones can even create alternate dimensions on the spot, trapping you within that space.
"At this point, even if I gave you teleportation magic, you wouldn't be able to teleport out."
Moreover, basic teleportation magic requires a corresponding pre-established magic circle at the destination; otherwise, teleportation is impossible, or you might end up somewhere unknown.
The teleportation phenomenon unfolding before Suzaku's eyes was something she was witnessing for the first time.
The other party was using a very basic teleportation magic circle, constructing two of them for point-to-point transmission.
One was the magic circle expanding outward from his waist as the center—not beneath his feet, but spreading from his waist.
The other was ten meters above the ground.
As his teleportation activated, the upper bodies of the Cicada Mechanism members present were teleported away, sent ten meters into the air.
At this moment, since the teleportation magic circle was still operating, the two magic circle spaces were interconnected. Thus, what appeared to be dismemberment had not actually occurred yet.
But as the magic was instantly cut off and the space closed, these people's bodies were torn apart by the closing spatial rift, and for a moment, screams of agony filled the air.
Suzaku's delicate face was now beaded with glistening sweat, for no other reason than that everyone—everyone, including her own side—had been teleported with their bodies separated.
So, the moment the magic closed, she was startled, thinking her own body would be torn apart by the spatial rift.
However, that didn't happen.
It was then that she realized he had deployed a dual-layered magic circle, with one teleportation circle nested inside another.
It was as if humans had opened a four-dimensional space and then delved deeper to open a new space within it.
The three of them had their bodies hidden within this deeper space, so even when the external space closed, their bodies remained uncut.
This kind of application was truly unprecedented—a single misstep could cost one's life.
Speaking of which, couldn't he just throw the teleportation magic circle at these people?
If only it were that simple. The caster of the teleportation magic circle must also be affected by it. If thrown outward, others aren't foolish—they would attack immediately, causing it to dissipate because it's very fragile.
Then, flames appeared in Suzaku's palm, writhing as if alive, and a flock of firebirds swooped down toward the corpses below at the speed of a blink. In an instant, they were burned to ashes, leaving not even a trace behind.
Why describe it as swooping downward? Because she, too, was in a state resembling dismemberment, with her upper body suspended ten meters in the air.
Almost simultaneously, the barrier, having lost its master's construction, vanished like a mirage, and everyone returned to the real space.
The separated bodies almost instantly reconnected, and only then did Suzaku let out a sigh of relief.
Why did she need to quickly dispose of the corpses herself?
On one hand, the barrier was about to disappear, and the corpses would be exposed to the outside world. On the other hand, she feared that before he could restore the three to normal, he might use other magic to conduct further experiments on the corpses, worrying that the magic sustaining the three might fail.
After all, didn't he say it himself? It was all for experimentation.
This meant the safety of this magic was still uncertain, which is why Suzaku hurried to destroy the evidence.
She glanced at Akeno, who was clearly also seeing him use magic like this for the first time and was equally frightened.
Moreover, Suzaku had glimpsed the abyssal magic power released from the other's spell.
What kind of monster is this!
"Mr. Renji, if you plan to conduct any more magic experiments in the future, please give us some preparation time or let us leave your magic range~"
Suzaku complained with lingering resentment.
"Indeed, this is truly frightening, Renji-sensei~"
Akeno also cast a reproachful gaze.
In the blink of an eye, they were back at the inn.
While leisurely enjoying dinner, the three engaged in casual conversation.
Correction—the two sisters, reunited after many years apart, were happily catching up while someone was left completely ignored.
"No, I'm clearly taller than you"
"No, your older sister is taller than you"
Suddenly, the two sisters began competing like children.
In reality, they had simply drunk too much and were acting intoxicated, their intelligence seemingly regressing as they engaged in childish comparisons.
When their heights appeared nearly identical, they moved on to comparing other aspects—specifically, their body curves.
So they removed their yukata.
Consequently, Renji, who was eating, became somewhat distracted.
According to some anime plots he'd seen before, shouldn't the normal development be for him, as the third party, to serve as judge and physically determine the winner?
The result was—wishful thinking. Before he could even step in as judge, the two had already fallen asleep.
After they quieted down, he resumed contacting this world's root power, continuing to construct and refine the spell connecting to the root.
Before he knew it, an indeterminate amount of time had passed when he felt something clinging to his body and opened his eyes to see Akeno's slightly dazed gaze.
He blinked in surprise at the wings spread behind her—one demonic bat wing, one fallen angel feather wing.
"This looks ugly, doesn't it..."
Akeno's gaze lowered slightly as she spoke these words.
After all, the Satan he had battled before had also grown bat wings and fallen angel wings.
Therefore, Akeno was particularly concerned about whether he would mind her condition.
She then shared her past experiences with him—how the Himejima Clan had considered her an ill omen, believing her mother had died because of her.
Years of pent-up words suddenly poured out in this confession.
Thus, he watched her with an expressionless face, making her increasingly anxious and uneasy.
"Akeno, are you that bored? Have you been brooding over such trivial matters for all these years? Let me give you an answer then—I'm a practical person. First, whether wings look ugly depends on who they're attached to. If the person is already unattractive, of course they'll look even worse. But if the person is beautiful, the wings become something novel, creating a contrasting aesthetic... Don't give me that nonsense about failing to inherit your family's power or bloodline, or having tainted blood and abilities. Whatever power you possess is your own. Whether power is evil or righteous depends on how it's used... Why care about what others think? Do you need others' approval to survive? Don't you have your own agency? Don't you live for yourself? If you're strong enough, those people will shut up. If you become so powerful that the Himejima Clan fears you, wouldn't it be simple to have your mother reinstated in the family registry? Moreover, some might even start currying favor with you because of your strength. Your bloodline would be considered noble due to your power, and people would desire to have descendants with your blood. So stop obsessing over this every day, or you'll eventually become an introverted—"
Renji, who had transformed into a psychological counselor, suddenly fell silent as his lips were sealed with hers.
The night was still long, and from those extremely close eyes, he could see something.
Thus, tonight would be beautiful.