Abnormal Type-Moon

"Ehehehehahaha! That's it, that's it! More chaos, more bloodshed!"

In the darkness, a man draped in black robes let out a laugh so gleeful it seemed to penetrate the marrow of one's bones.

His laughter was cruel yet joyous, as if splattering blood was the source of his power, his veins flowing with nothing but brutality.

With a casual wave of his hand,

A cascade of miscellaneous objects suddenly rained down from the sky within the venue. Before people could react, they saw the frenzied individuals charging forward, picking up knives, pistols, and wooden clubs from the ground.

A closer look revealed that everything falling from above were unmistakably weapons!

"I can't control myself!"

Someone screamed as they emptied an entire pistol magazine indiscriminately.

"I don't want to, I really don't! Someone save me!"

Another person, their face twisted in anguish, plunged a knife into the abdomen of a companion who'd come to watch the concert with them.

"This is how it should be! Come, let the world see—chaos is the natural order! A world where humans can be hunted freely is what makes life interesting!"

The man in the darkness clapped his hands vigorously, barely containing his excitement.

Peace? How utterly boring.

Those who sing praises of peace should experience the sorrow and pain of being caught in this whirlpool of malice. Then they too can join this dark world, plunging everything into chaos where everyone can freely unleash their inner malevolence. Now that's an interesting world!

At that moment, a piercing screech erupted from the venue's speakers.

"Huh?"

The man in the darkness emitted a confused, guttural sound.

The chaotic audience, momentarily distracted by the shrill noise, experienced a brief lull in the pandemonium.

"Everyone, stay calm!"

"Don't panic—this is precisely when we need composure most. Work with those around you to restrain the frenzied individuals. Be extremely careful not to get hurt. All available security personnel, please secure the audience areas immediately. Any Genestellar among the spectators, we need your assistance now!"

"It's Miss Sylvie's voice!"

"Miss Sylvie is telling us to stay calm!"

"Alright everyone, let's follow Miss Sylvie's instructions! Work together to restrain those people!"

Somehow, courage surged through the crowd.

Hidden Genestellars shed their disguises, releasing their prana like shields as they rushed forward—some positioning themselves protectively before ordinary people, others charging at the frenzied attackers.

With defensive capabilities so strong that even pistol bullets could barely harm them, the Genestellars showed no fear against conventionally armed opponents. Shouting about "bonds" and "friendship," they engaged without tactics, effortlessly subduing one frenzied individual after another.

Visibly, the chaotic elements were being contained one by one, the atmosphere of disorder gradually dissipating from the venue. United in their struggle against chaos, the crowd's jubilant demeanor made their earlier panic seem like an illusion.

Everyone present rejoiced at this development.

All except one person.

"...You've got to be kidding me."

The man in the darkness remained silent for a long moment before letting out a sigh that seemed tinged with disbelief.

"This is the world's top diva, is it? I see now—I fully understand your charm."

Even though she had done nothing yet, with just a single sentence, every audience member present was riled up as if injected with adrenaline, recklessly charging toward dangers they would normally avoid at all costs.

Such charisma was truly worthy of worship—almost divine, like a Buddha or Bodhisattva.

Wasn't this just absurd?

"Excellent, truly excellent!"

The man in the darkness even applauded in admiration.

"If someone like you were to join the frenzy and actively harm those fans of yours, I wonder how they would feel?"

"Dragging someone as adored as you into the darkness—what kind of expression would you make then? How long could your will hold out before breaking? Ah, just imagining the sight of breaking someone as strong-willed as you... it's utterly intoxicating!"

Soundlessly, nearly imperceptible threads extended from the tips of his fingers.

Under his control, those threads deftly avoided every obstacle in their path, reaching the stage and winding toward the girl who stood at the center of the world like a goddess.

On the stage, Silvia's expression was grim.

Though she was suppressing it, anyone could see the fury simmering beneath her restraint.

"Who in the world would do something like this to my fans?!"

There was simply no way to determine how this had been done.

She knew some of the fans had fallen into an uncontrollable state, but how the perpetrator had managed it—how they had bypassed the tight security, how they had evaded her own pre-concert sweep—was a complete mystery!

Even as a world-renowned diva and the second-ranked fighter in Asterisk, she was powerless in the face of such an inexplicable situation.

But one thing she was certain of:

This person had hurt her fans. She would never let them get away with it!

"Jump forward!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out in her ears without warning.

"Who—?"

Silvia blinked in surprise, glancing around.

"Hurry up, jump forward, or I won't bother helping you!"

The voice was cold, laced with urgency.

It sounded familiar.

Could it be that girl from the rooftop earlier?

She hadn't left?

And what did she mean by jumping forward?

Countless thoughts flashed through Silvia's mind in an instant.

Right now, she couldn't make sense of the situation at all. Gritting her teeth, she steeled herself and chose to trust her instincts.

She took two quick steps and leaped off the stage, landing in the audience seating.

"Huh?"

The man in the darkness froze.

Just as his threads were about to touch the diva, she had jumped away?

Had she sensed his threads?

No, impossible. His threads had been set up across the city for a week, and no one had noticed them. If this diva could detect them, she would have realized something was wrong with the city the moment she arrived in Tokyo and reported it to the authorities.

Was her intuition just that sharp?

His ability to sense danger was extremely sharp?

Puzzled, he manipulated the threads again, extending them from the stage toward the singer below, attempting to entangle her once more.

But in the next instant—

"Found you!"

A chilling voice rang in his ear.

"What!?"

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