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After Alex destroyed the entire port and nearby buildings with a single strike, silence fell over the aircraft carrier. Everyone stood with their mouths open, unable to grasp the scale of what had just happened. Every time Alex displayed his strength, it far exceeded everyone’s expectations, and this moment was no exception. With each battle, he revealed more and more of his true potential.

Only Brunhilde was unhappy with how things had turned out. She knew why Alex kept his power hidden and understood what he was striving for. First, he wanted people to learn to defend themselves instead of relying solely on him. Second, an excessive display of his strength could force the enemy lurking in the shadows to act sooner.

Besides, another powerful adversary had already emerged in this world, intending to claim this universe as his own. Through her spiritual bond with Alex, Brunhilde had learned a lot about the two forces vying for control over this world. One was the creator of an entire race, dreaming of granting his people immortality. The other was the avatar of an ancient woman who had existed since the dawn of creation and, for some reason, had become obsessed with Alex.

Brunhilde wanted to discuss their next course of action with Alex. If he continued to reveal more of his power, it might force their enemies to take more drastic measures.

As for Alex’s women, they had already grown used to such displays. Of course, it was impressive, but they simply reaffirmed their belief that this was just normal for Alex. However, the newcomers, especially those they had picked up in Roanapur, were completely stunned.

The most pale among them was the head of the Cosa Nostra mafia, who had once threatened Alex. Though he had yet to realize that he would soon find himself in a “rehabilitation center” run by a trio of fanatics utterly devoted to the Emperor. After their “treatment,” his men would become completely different people, but that was a concern for the future.

Balalaika, standing next to Yuriko, watched Alex thoughtfully before turning to her old friend with a slight smile.

“I never expected someone so young to be this powerful. Your daughter is lucky to have a husband like him.”

“You’re right. We’re very lucky to have a husband like him,” Yuriko replied with a smile.

Balalaika didn’t immediately understand what Yuriko meant, but after a moment, it clicked. Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at her friend.

“Wait… Are you saying that—”

“Exactly,” Yuriko nodded without a hint of embarrassment.

She told Balalaika everything, including her divorce and how her ex-husband chose death rather than betraying his principles. Balalaika understood his decision, but she was more interested in how Yuriko ended up in a relationship with a young man—especially one who was also dating her daughter.

Yuriko didn’t hide anything. She admitted that Alex gave her the love and care she had lacked in her marriage. Balalaika, knowing about Yuriko’s complicated relationship with her ex-husband Soichiro, could only congratulate her friend. But her curiosity didn’t stop there. As a mature woman, she was particularly interested in one aspect.

“And how is he in bed?” she asked with a sly smile.

Yuriko simply smiled mysteriously and, beckoning Balalaika closer, began whispering something in her ear. Fortunately, none of the other girls heard their conversation, and most importantly—Saya wasn’t around, or she would have died of embarrassment.

Meanwhile, the other newcomers began questioning the crew about Alex, gradually coming to understand why he was their leader.

But then, all conversations abruptly stopped. A sound echoed through the ruined port—applause.

Alex and Hayato, about to board the aircraft carrier, turned sharply.

Alex frowned. Did some idiot really decide to step in at the worst possible moment? Another overconfident fool who thought himself invincible?

They saw a man standing among the ruins with a wide grin. He clapped his hands with undisguised enthusiasm, as if he were enjoying a magnificent performance.

Alex narrowed his eyes, trying to recall who this clown in a wrestler’s mask was.

“Diego…” Hayato said with a heavy gaze.

As soon as Hayato uttered the name, Alex remembered who this man was. Diego Carlo—a member of the “Unified Shadow of Nine Fists” organization. Alex tried to recall what exactly he knew about Diego, and the first thing that came to mind was that this man loved performances. He acted like a wrestler craving an audience’s attention, turning every battle into a grand spectacle.

But what really piqued Alex’s interest was the question: what the hell was Diego doing here now? Especially considering that Alex had just obliterated an entire horde with a single strike. Where did he get such courage? Or did he have something that gave him this kind of confidence?

Everyone on the aircraft carrier was wondering the same thing. Especially the girls, who couldn’t understand where this fearless idiot had come from, choosing to appear before Alex at such a moment. However, Diego basked in the attention, catching their gazes as if he were the star of the show this was all meant for.

“What a performance, what a rush! A hero appearing at the last moment, stealing all the attention, saving desperate people… There he is, the man who draws all eyes! You are a worthy opponent!” Diego exclaimed with genuine excitement.

Alex raised an eyebrow slightly. It seemed Diego was so caught up in his spectacle that he hadn’t even noticed he had missed the moment for a grand entrance. Alex glanced at Hayato and gave a slight nod, signaling that he would handle it. Hayato nodded back and, with a single leap, soared onto the aircraft carrier’s deck.

The moment he landed, his granddaughter Miu ran into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

“Grandpa, how could you?! Were you going to leave me?!” Her voice trembled with emotion.

Hayato remained silent, simply hugging his granddaughter tightly, trying to comfort her. His friends approached, patting his shoulder in support, but no one reproached him for his actions. They understood why and for whom he had done it. Each of them was ready to do the same.

Meanwhile, Alex and Diego were left alone among the ruins of the port. Deciding to change the setting, Alex leisurely walked away, leading Diego further from the aircraft carrier. He doubted that Diego would attack the people—Diego lived for applause and was willing to die for it. But it didn’t hurt to be cautious.

When they stopped in the middle of the destroyed port, the people on the aircraft carrier watched them closely. Especially Alex’s girls. They tried to understand what he was planning and how he intended to fight such a peculiar opponent.

“Who’s this clown that jumped in at the last moment?” Rebecca asked loudly for everyone to hear.

“That’s Diego Carlo, a member of the ‘Unified Shadow of Nine Fists.’ You could say he’s an old enemy of ours. And as you’ve probably noticed, he just loves attention,” Akisame replied, stroking his mustache.

“So this costumed idiot showed up just to get more attention?” Rika scoffed, pointing at Diego.

“Something like that. Wherever he fights, he always drags cameras along with him,” Sasaki nodded.

“I hope Alex isn’t planning to imitate him,” Shizuka muttered, eyeing her boyfriend.

“I wouldn’t be so sure…” Brunhilde sighed.

The girls glanced at Diego again and now waited to see what Alex would do. They already knew he wasn’t exactly sane, meaning he could easily pull something unexpected. The others on the aircraft carrier thought the same.

And then a question arose: where were the cameras Sasaki had mentioned?

The answer came instantly—GIR and MIMI simultaneously pointed their fingers at the sky. There, hovering above the port, were drones belonging to the Evil Corporation, recording everything that was happening.

Moving to a more suitable location for battle, Alex and Diego stopped, facing each other. Alex immediately noticed the Corporation’s drones hovering in the air, closely observing the ruined port.

For a moment, he thought Diego might be another minion of the Evil Corporation, but something about him didn’t fit that picture. The Corporation was currently suffering defeats worldwide, and they barely had the resources to recruit new lackeys. More likely, the drones were simply monitoring him and his group.

Tearing his gaze away from the machines, Alex focused back on his opponent.

“Changing the scenery? I like it! The eyes of the audience are upon us! Every soul holds its breath in anticipation! The cameras are pointed at us!” Diego spread his arms wide as if presenting a long-awaited spectacle. “I, Diego Carlo, known as the Laughing Steel Fist, challenge you! Name yourself, my worthy opponent!”

Alex grimaced involuntarily, his eye twitching slightly. This theatricality reminded him of other enemies who behaved just as dramatically— as if they were performing on stage rather than fighting. The worst memory associated with such behavior was of Apollo. That vain peacock had also done everything in his power to shine and draw attention to himself.

Alex even considered playing along with Diego just for fun. He turned toward the aircraft carrier and met Brunhilde’s gaze.

Her expression said it all: “Try it, and we’re going to have a serious conversation.”

Weighing the pros and cons, Alex decided to take the risk. He reached into the inner pocket of his coat and pulled out a mask he hadn’t worn in a long time.

Rebecca recognized it instantly, and a wide grin spread across her face. It was the same mask of the Flying Spaghetti Monster cult member— the one Alex had used multiple times to cause chaos and trouble for those around him.

Brunhilde, also recognizing the mask, let out a heavy sigh.

“Why are you reacting like that, Brunhilde?” Valmet asked, hearing her sigh. “What’s so special about that mask?”

“It’s just… when Alex puts it on, it’s like he becomes a completely different person,” Brunhilde replied, shaking her head.

“You mean, like a split personality?” Ada inquired, thoughtfully placing a finger on her chin.

Instead of answering, Brunhilde simply pointed at Alex and Diego, silently suggesting they watch and see for themselves.

Everyone turned their attention to Alex, intrigued by what was about to happen. They were used to his eccentricities, but this was something truly interesting.

Looking at the mask in his hands, Alex felt a strange sense of joyful nostalgia. It was like an old friend he hadn’t seen in years. It had been so long since he had stirred up chaos, since he had provoked mayhem… but if the man before him wanted to play by special rules, then why not?

A wide grin stretched across Alex’s face.

He put on the mask, ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back, and in an instant, it was as if he had transformed into someone else.

The girls on the aircraft carrier finally understood what Brunhilde had meant. Yet, they weren’t particularly surprised— they were already well aware of Alex’s bouts of strange behavior. The other people on the aircraft carrier weren’t shocked either— Alex was simply too unpredictable.

Diego, however, noticed the shift and, instead of being confused, only grinned wider. It seemed he had found a kindred spirit— a fellow performer.

At that moment, Alex slowly spread his arms wide, made a dramatic bow, and spoke in an entirely different voice:

“I have risen from the filth and muck. I am the lotus blossom. I am… beauty.”

And with those words, he bowed gracefully, as if addressing an invisible theater audience.

At that moment, rose petals began to gently descend around Alex. No one could understand where they were coming from, but when the spectators looked down, they saw GIR, MIMI, and Stitch casually tossing handfuls of petals in his direction.

The petals swirled in the air, settling around him and adding even more drama to his image. Even Rebecca joined in on the spectacle, helping to create the right atmosphere. For her, as well as for GIR and MIMI, this was far from the first time—they had already become true professionals at such performances.

Brunhilde let out a heavy sigh and smacked her forehead, but she didn’t even try to stop the four of them. Now the girls finally understood exactly what she meant when she said that Alex became a completely different person when he put on the mask.

Diego, seeing this theatrical performance, broke into a wide grin and, cupping his hands around his mouth, began to applaud.

“Bravo! Bravo! Now that’s what I call a performance! I knew I wasn’t wrong when I first saw you! We are alike! We both crave the audience’s attention! We both long to shine in the spotlight!” he proclaimed enthusiastically, continuing his applause.

Alex slightly lifted his head, his gaze, hidden behind the mask, locking onto Diego.

“I live for the applause. You will die for it.”

Alex’s eyes, concealed behind the mask, flashed with a dark glow.

Diego only grinned wider and let out a hearty laugh.

Straightening up, Alex pulled a pair of knuckles from his pocket, which instantly shifted into a familiar shape. It was Reginleif. The Valkyries, of course, wanted nothing to do with his performance, but they had to decide who would take on this role.

In the end, the choice fell on Reginleif—or rather, she was simply thrown under the bus by persistent requests. She could have refused, of course, but resisting her sisters was useless. At least no one around, except for Brunhilde and Rebecca, knew it was her. Otherwise, Reginleif would have died of embarrassment.

Diego took a battle stance, thrilled for the fight to begin.

“Let our battle commence! Show me how you shine in the spotlight!”

Alex, fully immersed in his new role, merely tilted his head slightly to the side and dramatically declared,

“Life has no meaning, but your death shall.”

Diego just smirked before launching himself into an attack without hesitation.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly vanished, reappearing in front of Alex with a flying double kick.

Alex quickly raised his guard, effortlessly blocking the strike. However, the impact was stronger than he expected—Diego had definitely grown more powerful.

Pushing off, Diego flipped backward and landed smoothly.

Alex narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Interesting… Where did he get such strength?..”

He had no intention of playing by Diego’s rules, so he decided to wait for the right moment to counter his next attack.

Diego vanished once again, instantly appearing in front of Alex, preparing to unleash a powerful move. If the strike landed precisely, it could literally tear an opponent’s ribcage apart.

Alex raised his elbow, blocking the attack. The ground behind him cracked, forming a dense web of fractures.

“One!” he said, delivering a counterpunch straight to Diego’s face.

Diego was sent flying backward, crashing against the ground multiple times before slamming into the remains of a half-destroyed warehouse.

Rising from the debris, he wiped the blood dripping from his broken nose, but the grin never left his face.

Alex tilted his head slightly but said nothing.

Diego lunged forward again, intending to use another wrestling move.

At the last moment, Alex sidestepped and delivered another strike.

“Two!”

This time, Diego didn’t go flying but instead skidded across the ground, leaving a deep trail behind him. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, but his grin only widened.

Leaping forward, he attempted to grab Alex in a chokehold.

But what were the chances that Alex, the Demon King, would allow some wrestler to grab him by the throat?

Just as Diego’s hands were about to close around him, Alex swiftly crouched and delivered a powerful uppercut to his chin.

“Three!” he declared after landing the blow.

The strike sent Diego soaring through the air in a bloody arc, leaving a crimson trail behind him.

On the aircraft carrier, the spectators watched the battle with genuine excitement—it was their only entertainment at the moment. Meanwhile, Rebecca had once again started taking bets on the fight, and even the rookies, inspired by the thrill, decided to participate, making their own predictions.

The experienced fighters, including martial arts masters, noticed an important detail—Alex hadn’t moved a single step since the fight began, remaining exactly where he had stood at the start of the battle.

Alice, Honoka, and Malka cheered wholeheartedly for their brother, who was battling the villain.

Hearing the shouts of support, Alex dramatically bowed toward the aircraft carrier, like a performer acknowledging his audience.

“You will learn what beauty truly is,” he said, maintaining his signature grace.

Diego, bleeding and lying on the ground, could not accept that the applause was going to someone else.

Springing to his feet instantly, he was no longer smiling—his face twisted into a furious sneer, filled with rage.

Alex calmly turned to him and, with an unhurried gesture, motioned for him to attack.

Enraged, Diego charged forward once again.

“Diego Bunshin!” he shouted, activating his technique.

It was a wrestling move that allowed him to move at incredible speed, leaving behind multiple afterimages that surrounded his opponent.

But Alex was unimpressed—he had seen techniques like this countless times before. Even the spectators on the aircraft carrier had witnessed something similar when Alex himself had demonstrated a far more refined version of the technique.

“Diego Thick Cross Guillotine!” echoed from all directions as all of Diego’s afterimages shouted the name of his next attack in perfect unison.

Diego crossed his arms and brought them down with tremendous force in a horizontal strike aimed at his opponent’s head. All of his illusions lunged at Alex, while Diego himself—like a true villain—chose to attack from the front.

But Alex didn’t even flinch. He simply raised his left hand and effortlessly blocked both of Diego’s arms. At that moment, a violet light flashed beneath his mask.

“Four,” he said calmly.

The fourth strike was far stronger than the previous ones. Following the script of a perfect performance, Alex decided this blow would be his most devastating.

Time seemed to slow for Diego—his eyes, wide with horror, watched as Alex’s fist drew closer to his face. A split second later, the punch landed with such overwhelming force that a powerful shockwave rippled outward, and Diego was driven deep into the ground. A massive crater now marked the spot where he had stood, his face distorted beyond recognition.

Without breaking character, Alex cast one final glance at his fallen opponent and casually walked toward the aircraft carrier.

“One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four…” he hummed as he strode with effortless grace.

Reaching the spectators, Alex bowed once more, as any true performer would. His gaze met Brunhilde’s empty eyes—there was too much in them to be summed up in mere words.

Meanwhile, Rebecca and the trio of troublemakers enthusiastically showered Alex with rose petals. He had no idea where they had gotten them from or why no one even questioned it. Perhaps the situation was so absurd that such details no longer mattered.

However, Alex did notice that certain women had thoroughly enjoyed his performance—Shizuka, Beatrix, Renka, and Coco applauded with visible delight. Alice, Honoka, and Malka also clapped enthusiastically.

Glancing further, Alex noticed the strange expressions on Takashi and Jonah’s faces—they were looking at him as if he seriously needed a mental check-up.

But Takashi was troubled by something else entirely: how had both his past-life mother, Gloria, and his current-life mother managed to fall for Alex? It was obvious the guy wasn’t entirely sane. And what if Gloria didn’t yet know about all of his… peculiarities?

The other women glanced at Alex again and, after some thought, concluded that his eccentricities weren’t that bad. Considering his personality, they could live with it.

Balalaika, however, still questioned Yuriko’s choice—was it really wise to marry such an… unusual man?

But Yuriko had long since grown accustomed to Alex’s strange behavior. She simply smiled, watching the scene unfold. What mattered most was that he wasn’t obsessed with work and always put his family first, dedicating all his free time to them.

The other women who had been closely observing Alex also concluded that his eccentricities weren’t much of a flaw. After all, most of the time, he behaved rationally and responsibly, and moments like these only proved that he was a living person with his own thoughts and emotions.

Enjoying the applause from the spectators, Alex removed his mask and, pretending to place it into the inner pocket of his coat, actually stored it in his inventory. A warm smile played on his face as he made his way toward the aircraft carrier. It was time to move on—their journey to Alaska would be long. Alex would have plenty of time to craft weapons, armor, and complete his ongoing projects on building robots.

However, after taking just a few steps, he suddenly felt a strange presence behind him—something dark and repulsive. He stopped and turned around. At that very moment, a pillar of red energy erupted from the ravine where Diego had fallen, radiating pure horror.

The energy was soaked in suffering, pain, and despair—as if the very essence of evil had concentrated in this place. Alex immediately recognized it. This was Argent Energy—the kind extracted from souls harvested by Davoth. These unfortunate souls endured endless torment, their agony becoming the source of this power.

Everyone aboard the aircraft carrier felt a primal fear in the presence of this sinister energy, but the children suffered the most. Brunhilde immediately stepped in front of Alice, Malka, and Honoka, shielding them from its influence. Without drawing attention, she cast a protective spell over the entire carrier to minimize its effects. Having seen Alex’s memories and knowing how this energy was created, she couldn’t help but frown. Such desecration of mortal souls filled her with disgust and rage.

Moments later, the red energy surged back into Diego’s body. He began to rise from the ravine, his hand gripping the edge—a hand that was now gray. When he fully emerged, a transformed Diego Carlo stood before them.

His skin had taken on an ashen-gray hue, and his eyes burned with a demonic red light. Two pairs of horns now adorned his head. Alex raised an eyebrow at the transformation but immediately understood who Diego now belonged to. He had sold himself to Davoth.

The only question was—why would Davoth bother with such a weakling?

Alex shrugged. It didn’t matter. Diego wouldn’t live long enough to answer that question.

Those who had encountered the demons in the underground laboratory of the Hong Kong corporation couldn’t help but notice the resemblance between Diego’s new form and the guardians of the Red Marker.

Alex pondered for a moment, a smirk flickering across his face. As Diego adjusted to his new body, Alex decided to test a few theories… just for fun.

Everyone who saw his smile immediately pitied Diego—even despite his newfound demonic power.

Brunhilde, peering into Alex’s thoughts, could only sigh and slap her forehead when she saw what he had planned.

“Wood Style: Tree Bindings,” Alex said, forming a hand seal.

Thick roots burst from the ground, instantly wrapping around Diego and forcing him to his knees. Even with his newfound strength, he couldn’t break free—he could only snarl furiously, his eyes burning with hatred as he glared at Alex.

Alex’s grin widened even more before he turned toward the aircraft carrier and shouted loudly:

“Rebecca, my love! Bring the salt! We’ve got a demon here for an experiment!”

Rebecca’s eyes widened for a brief moment at what she had just heard, but then a wide smile spread across her face. Pulling a large bag of salt from the pocket of her hoodie, she jumped down without hesitation, landing next to Alex.

The other girls quickly caught on to his plan. They had all spent evenings together watching the same TV series, and now they were genuinely curious—if Diego had truly turned into a demon due to this strange energy, would this method actually work on him? Even Brunhilde, despite her usual seriousness, couldn’t hide a hint of curiosity.

To outsiders, however, the entire scene looked like sheer absurdity. Only Renka, Ada, and Shigure had a vague idea of why the salt was needed—though they hadn’t been living with Alex for long, they had already figured out what he and the girls did in the evenings: watching a show about two demon-hunting brothers.

Koko, eager to join in, quickly hurried down as well. Meanwhile, GIR, MIMI, and Stitch had managed to change into priest robes while no one was looking.

Rebecca, Koko, GIR, MIMI, and Stitch rushed over to Alex, their eyes sparkling with mischief. Alex grinned widely, shifting his gaze to Diego, who now looked like a full-fledged demon. Deciding to start small, he suggested that Rebecca test if the salt had any effect by simply sprinkling some on Diego’s face.

But Rebecca took the task a little too literally.

Grabbing a handful of salt, she unceremoniously dumped it straight into Diego’s eyes.

A bloodcurdling scream of agony tore through the air, impossible to ignore.

Alex blinked in mild surprise as he watched Rebecca methodically pour more salt into Diego’s eyes. He had assumed this would work a bit differently—but he wasn’t about to stop her.

“What… are they doing?” Balalaika asked in bewilderment, trying to process the scene before her.

She wasn’t the only one—everyone watching from the sidelines was utterly confused. Some were wondering how Diego, who had just been fighting Alex, had suddenly transformed into a demon. Others were trying to understand why Rebecca was now dumping salt into his eyes, causing him such excruciating pain.

“They’re trying to perform an exorcism,” Yuriko replied calmly, observing the process.

“But… he’s not a demon. He just mutated… or is he?” Balalaika asked with uncertainty in her voice.

The girls didn’t answer—because they weren’t entirely sure themselves. They simply continued watching the “exorcism ritual,” even if it was being carried out in a rather unconventional way.

The only one who fully understood what was happening was Brunhilde. She knew that Diego had truly become a demon—but she doubted that these methods would actually help.

Meanwhile, Rebecca had already emptied the entire pack of salt into Diego’s eyes, which could mean only one thing—it was time to move on to the next stage. Namely, holy water.

Alex pondered for a moment: did they have any holy water with them? However, he quickly noticed that GIR, MIMI, and Stitch were holding some suspicious-looking bottles filled with liquid that closely resembled holy water. Shrugging, Alex decided not to question it and asked the trio to douse Diego with the “holy” substance.

The moment the liquid touched Diego’s head, a sharp sizzling sound filled the air as his flesh began to melt, followed by another agonizing scream.

“What was in those bottles?” Koko cautiously asked, watching as Diego’s face started to smoke and dissolve.

“Acid,” GIR, MIMI, and Stitch cheerfully replied in unison.

“Well, the effect is the same, so I guess it works,” Rebecca concluded nonchalantly, shrugging.

Alex and Koko just shrugged as well. Why not? If it sizzles and melts, it means it’s working. Although, Alex did briefly wonder—if you blessed acid, would it become holy acid? Something to test later.

Now came the final stage of the exorcism—the demon banishment ritual. Diego’s face, which had just been melted by acid, was already regenerating, and his eyes burned with even more uncontrollable rage.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica,” Alex began, initiating the ritual.

“Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te: cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae perditionis venenum propinare,” Rebecca continued with a wide grin.

“Vade, Satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt!” Koko joined in, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine!” GIR, MIMI, and Stitch added in unison, still dressed in their priestly robes.

“Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!” Alex, Rebecca, Koko, and their little trio of troublemakers finished together.

At that exact moment, the sound of a shotgun blast echoed through the air, and Diego’s head exploded, scattering blood and brain matter in every direction.

Alex and Koko slowly turned to Rebecca, who stood there with a wide grin, holding a smoking shotgun.

“What? Didn’t it work?” she asked with the most innocent expression. “The demon is exorcised, so we’re officially demon hunters now!”

Koko nodded, barely holding back laughter.

“Well… in a way, she’s not wrong.”

Alex let out a weary sigh and mentally promised himself never to bring Rebecca into the Supernatural universe. Otherwise, every exorcism there would end with someone’s head being blown off.

Laughing, Alex, Rebecca, Koko, and their small band of mischief-makers headed back to the aircraft carrier, leaving behind a group of utterly stunned onlookers.

Those who had witnessed the event clearly had not expected things to turn out this way. After all, as far as they knew, exorcism rituals weren’t supposed to end with a shotgun to the head.

The girls exchanged glances and just sighed.

“It’s Rebecca,” Brunhilde muttered, rubbing her temples.

Some even felt a little sympathy for the demon.

To be continued…

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