Pendragon's Infinity Gauntlet

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Huge arms.

It looks just like a long-necked dragon emerging from the water, with an "arm" more than two meters long growing out of the asphalt road.

Although the shape of this "arm" is the same as that of a human arm, the material is asphalt, bicycle, roadside railing, etc. It is something created by bringing together the surrounding things and reshaping them like clay.

It's like the steel arm mounted on heavy machinery during building demolition work.

Shirai hurriedly tried to escape from that location, but found that her ankle seemed to be stuck in something.

The ground and the ground near the base of the "arm" all bulged up, and the broken asphalt was complexly interlocked, with Shirai's foot just getting stuck in the gap.

"Wow... I didn't expect this person outside to be a superpowered individual?"

The pressure on his feet grew increasingly immense, and Shirai's expression contorted in pain.

Turning around, I saw that the man nailed to the ground was holding something that looked like white chalk, and he was writing some strange marks on the asphalt.

Those didn't resemble symbols used in scientific research; rather, they looked like supernatural or mystical writing.

Perhaps, just like replacing long numbers with a few simple keys on a mobile phone, one can prepare several symbols with special meanings in advance to hypnotize oneself and control one's superpowers.

Shirai, who knows nothing about magic, tries to analyze the phenomenon before her using the knowledge she possesses.

"Oh no, I need to get up right away!"

Shirai tried to regain her composure, and then she noticed something.

At the base of the "arm" extending from the ground, there was a raised section where Shirai's foot was nestled. The raised section was rounded in shape and looked like a human face.

Her feet felt like they were being bitten by the "teeth" of the asphalt road.

Oops!

Shirai's ability is spatial teleportation. She is not bound by the constraints of the three-dimensional world and can move freely within space.

However, this ability has weaknesses. The phrase "moving in space" sounds simple, but the underlying principle is to first break free from three-dimensional thinking, find one's coordinates in the eleventh dimension, and then calculate the movement vector.

Such calculations are incomparably more complex than the simple commands that ordinary superhumans construct in their minds, such as "fire" or "strike with lightning."

Therefore, once she falls into a state of intense pain, anxiety, and confusion and is unable to maintain a calm mind, she will lose her ability to calculate and thus will be unable to use spatial teleportation.

The "teeth" of the asphalt road creaked and tightened slightly by a few centimeters, causing Shirai's face to contort in pain.

"hiss……"

He could have escaped immediately by using his spatial teleportation ability, but he was too nervous to think calmly.

Shirai's pride in its strength proved too weak when faced with these building materials. No matter how much it struggled, it only caused more pain, and the asphalt pavement remained firmly in place.

As his gaze shifted, Kuroko noticed that the man lying on the ground was smiling faintly, moving the white chalk with only the strength of his wrist.

The giant "arm" seemed to be under control, its elbows slowly bending and changing direction, as if adjusting its angle to smash a small insect on the ground.

Hei Zi understood perfectly well, but he couldn't move.

The intense pain and the tension of impending death impaired his calculation abilities, leaving him helpless despite possessing the means of escape—spatial teleportation.

It's like having a nuclear shelter but forgetting the password to open it.

The man flicked his white chalk, drawing a curve in the air, and clenched his five fingers tightly.

The "teeth" biting into Shirai's ankle also increased their force at the same time, causing Kuroko to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"boom!"

Kuroko instinctively closed his eyes, only to hear a terrifying, inexplicably loud sound.

But that wasn't the sound of his body being smashed.

It was not the sound of a giant "arm" made of countless rubble striking down.

It was the sound of an "arm" being smashed.

"Ah?"

This sudden attack made Kuroko open his eyes in surprise.

The wrist of the "arm" suddenly shattered. Before anyone could see it clearly, the "teeth" holding Kuroko's ankle in place were also smashed.

Suddenly freed, Kuroko involuntarily performed a tactical roll backward. The shattered parts disintegrated instantly upon impact, scattering in all directions and returning to their original shape.

Kuroko stared in surprise at the figure that appeared in his line of sight. Although the bald head looked exactly like a peeled hard-boiled egg, Kuroko felt that the figure resembled his older brother and had a very familiar feeling.

Shirai Kuroko coughed violently, trying to inhale more oxygen, and tried to go around to see the other person's face.

Kuroko's curiosity was completely piqued. Her savior looked so much like her brother's back.

"Leave this place to me, you go and take refuge first."

Fang Cun said without turning his head.

The severed wrist of the "arm" had become like a tower made of garbage, standing on the ground. But this tower seemed to have a will, willingly leaning forward and attacking Fangcun's body.

But Fang Cun simply stood there and waved his hand. The immense impact caused the "tower" to snap instantly, and the connected "head" was also affected, shattered into pieces.

"Boom!"

The terrifying explosion came a moment later.

Thick dust and smoke filled the surroundings, but the powerful wind pressure that followed blew the dust away completely.

"So...so awesome!"

Although Shirai remained vigilant about his surroundings, most of his thoughts were preoccupied with something else.

The powerful winds generated by the aftershocks alone surpassed the strength of an ordinary air wielder. This person's abilities are truly terrifying and astonishing!

Chapter 285 Destroying One's Worldview

Chapter 285

The powerful winds generated by the aftershocks alone surpassed the strength of an average wind-elemental user. This person's abilities are truly terrifying and astonishing!

Which one is this in Lv5?

In an instant, the trolls began to apply the Level 5 esper's information to the person in front of them, starting to guess the other person's identity.

"You don't need to be so nervous. That big hand was just a decoy. I didn't cause that explosion; it was that thing that exploded on its own. The man ran away while the smoke was thick."

Fang Cun turned to look at the muscular bro "Sandwich Maid" he had rescued and pointed at him.

Kuroko turned around and saw that the man who had been pinned to the tuxedo by the metal spikes had vanished without a trace. Only black pieces of fabric from the tuxedo remained on the ground, looking like glued dirt.

"Oh, brother?"

However, the other party's reaction was somewhat unexpected. The burly man, who was as big as Billy the King, showed a shocked and bewildered expression, staring at her with disbelief.

Judging from his appearance, it was as if his worldview had been shattered; he didn't look like someone who had just been rescued at all.

"What?"

Do I know him? Or did I just run into a fan?

Fang Cun stared back at him blankly, then realized that perhaps the other person recognized her current face.

"No! You think it's not your older brother, but..."

The thoughts of "Billy King" unfold.

Not only do their abilities not match, but their hairstyles, clothes, habits, and even genders don't match at all; only their faces and backs are remarkably similar.

Could they be blood relatives? But I've never heard my older brother mention it.

"Brother?"

Fang Cun replaced the title with the worldview of her previous world, and after doing a reading comprehension exercise, she suddenly felt like she had been struck by lightning!

And it was the kind of shock that left you completely stunned.

Clinging to a sliver of hope, Fang Cun made a last-ditch effort and asked, "Excuse me, what's your name?"

"Ah, my apologies. My name is Shirogane Kuroko, and I am a member of the 127th branch of the Disciplinary Committee. The person who just escaped is a criminal wanted by Academy City."

Such a huge body, yet it behaves with such polite, ladylike elegance. The style just doesn't seem right, and it looks quite incongruous.

Of course, in this world, this is a form of charm.

"B-Shirai..."

Fang Cun was so surprised that she couldn't speak, and her worldview was also beginning to be reshaped.

The imposing and powerful man before her was so different from the cute twin-tailed girl in the anime, who had the air of a lecherous old rogue, that she had already succumbed to the poison and died.

Misaka Mikoto is pretty much like the one in the anime. I originally thought Kuroko would also become an even more exciting and cute boy.

The thought that this version of Kuroko is a hentai, with a tradition of cross-dressing, and a fondness for collecting Misaka Mikoto's panties and other intimate items...

Fang Cun wanted to slap him so hard he'd be sent to Mars to watch the sunrise.

"Farewell!"

Before he could say another word, Fangcun, for the first time, splurged on using his ultimate move to travel, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Only Shirai Kuroko remained, bewildered by the raging wind she had left behind.

-

A man in a black tuxedo walks down the street.

Her name was Sheryl Cromwell. A member of the Church of Necessary Evil, the British Puritan anti-magic force, and also an expert in Kabbalah statues, she walked among the crowd with a smile.

She had thought that her tattered dress, covered in lace, would attract a lot of strange looks, but the students in front of her didn't seem to react much.

In this city, age seems to be a more prominent factor than clothing. Since 80% of the residents are students, people over 25 are quite rare, while gothic teenagers are not uncommon.

"In the beginning was earth..."

Xue Li walked along, beginning to mutter to himself as if singing.

He pulled something resembling white chalk from his torn sleeve. It was a crayon specifically made for drawing magic circles, crafted from chosen salt and holy oil.

"God shaped the clay, infused it with life, and named it man..."

As Xue Li sang, he waved his oil pastel pen at the vending machine beside him, sketching lines that resembled both words and pictures with lightning speed.

"Afterwards, mortals learned the secret method from the fallen angels..."

Xue Li used his crayon to write about everything he saw on the road: guardrails, roadside trees, cleaning robots, and the supports for wind turbine blades.

"But it is difficult for mortals to achieve this holy law, and even the fallen angels cannot convey it correctly."

After drawing nearly seventy-two marks, she raised her crayon and wrote in the air.

"Thus, the time has come for life created by human hands to become mere golems of rotten earth. Alice, the stone giant reeking of mud, serve me to the death!"

Finally, Xue Li clapped his hands.

In a moment——

A squeaking sound, like squeezing a stagnant boil, came from all directions.

It wasn't just one or two sounds, but dozens. Because the sounds were quite soft, they were drowned out by the students' talking and footsteps, and no one heard them.

However, things have indeed changed.

Wherever Xue Li marked the vending machines, road guardrails, street trees, cleaning robots, and the supports of wind turbine blades, an object about the size of a ping-pong ball rose up like bubbles emerging from a swamp.

Her magic is not limited to materials; anything at hand can become a weapon.

The surface of the ping-pong ball developed cracks, with a horizontal fissure appearing.

Like a peeled grape, the white, cloudy eyeball is revealed through the crack.

Xue Li took out a black piece of paper the size of a postcard.

"Automatic writing system. This will be the target. Wind Slash... how do you pronounce this? Is this country's standard written script pictographic?"

The white crayon danced across the black paper, quickly writing words. Xue Li wasn't very good at reading Chinese characters; he simply treated the intelligence text in his mind as a series of "pictures," "drawing" them onto paper by copying them.

Then Xue Li flicked his finger, and a postcard-sized black paper flew out of his hand, spinning like a frisbee as it slid to the ground.

The paper had the four characters “Wind cuts through ice and snow” written on it.

Like black paper with white characters written in pencil and then highlighted, it attracted the attention of dozens of eyes in the mud.

The eyeballs gnawed at and tore at the small pieces of paper, absorbing them into their mud-like bodies. In less than a few seconds, the black paper had vanished without a trace.