A slender young girl in a black dress suddenly appeared on the sports field, inevitably drawing the attention of most people present.
This child possessed doll-like cuteness of the highest caliber, making people instinctively want to protect and cherish her.
"Where did this child co from?"
"So adorable"
"I really want to hug her"
Not just the boys, even the girls' eyes sparkled with admiration.
Sona, the student council president, slightly raised her eyebrows, quite puzzled about the child's origin.
Her appearance was too sudden—by the ti anyone realized her presence, she was already on the sports field, and moreover, walking directly toward them.
Therefore, Sona decided to approach and inquire whose child she might be.
Or perhaps she was lost?
However, just as Sona took her first step, she nearly stumbled and fell.
It was utterly inexplicable—her legs almost gave way for no apparent reason.
If she were an ordinary human, such instability might be normal after rapid running, but for a devil like her, these few laps were nothing significant.
So why were her legs behaving this way?
It felt as if her legs were disobeying her commands, resisting her will, refusing to move.
Therefore, Sona shot a glare at the person beside her, her eyes questioning whether he was playing tricks.
But he ignored her, instead focusing his attention on the child.
Damn it!
Forcing her legs to move again, Sona continued toward the child.
Yet with each step, her legs felt increasingly stiff and rusty, making movent difficult.
After taking only three steps, her back was already soaked with sweat.
Soaked?
This didn't seem like sweat from exertion, but more like cold sweat produced by her body's instinctive fear of sothing.
Fear?
Her pupils contracted as Sona realized the reason for her condition.
That's right—her body was instinctively terrified, fearful of this approaching little girl, hence preventing her from advancing.
What kind of joke was this?
Her body was registering fear before her conscious mind could?
This indicated that the other party was an existence beyond imagination, so powerful that her consciousness couldn't perceive the threat, leaving only her instincts to detect it.
As the other party took another step closer, Sona broke out in more cold sweat, her heartbeat accelerating so rapidly it felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.
Closer still, until they were now standing right in front of her.
Then, the other person slightly furrowed their brows and reached out as if to push her away, but this movent made Sona feel as though death was touching her in that instant.
The next second, she staggered backward, pulled by soone behind her, and fell right into their embrace.
After steadying her, he stepped forward, positioning himself in front of her.
At that mont, Sona imdiately felt the creeping dread fade away, as the figure in front shielded her from the pressure, leaving her staring blankly.
"Hmm?"
The little black-haired girl sniffed inexplicably beside him, her expression turning puzzled.
"It slls a bit like the rift between dinsions?"
She muttered this to herself.
After sniffing a few more tis, she seed to show a sowhat disappointed and lonely expression.
"What's wrong, little girl? Are you lost? Don't you know the way ho?"
He said this while reaching out to pat the girl's head, but she didn't resist, her expression remaining completely unchanged.
"No, I know where ho is, but it's not easy to go back."
The girl shook her head, responding very calmly.
"Why is that? Are you suffering from dostic violence?"
"Dostic violence? What does that an?"
The girl seed unable to understand the term, looking at him with an innocent expression.
"It ans you get beaten or scolded by your parents when you go ho."
"No, I don't have parents. You don't know anything."
After saying this indifferently, the girl turned and walked toward the school gate.
But before she reached the gate, and not far from where she started, her figure inexplicably vanished.
The people around seed unaware of anything, as if they had instantly forgotten the girl's existence...
But Sona understood what was happening—everyone had montarily been influenced by her power, making them forget the recent events.
So, only after the other party had left did Sona's instinctive fear subside, and she let out a sigh of relief.
At that mont, she also realized that, without knowing when, her hands had grabbed the hem of the guy's clothes in front of her.
This behavior, reminiscent of a shy little girl hiding behind her parents or family, made her blush in embarrassnt, and she quickly let go.
This action happened to be seen by him as he turned his head, making Sona's face turn even redder.
"Ahem, who is she?"
She coughed to cover her embarrassnt.
"It's the first ti I've seen her, so what do you think?"
"You don't know her?"
Sona was sowhat suspicious.
"Can you not repeat the question? But I have a guess."
Although he had seen the ani, there were differences between the two-dinsional animation and the real three-dinsional appearance, so he hadn't recognized her imdiately.
But the phrase ["rift between dinsions"] from her made him realize who she was—she seed to be a final boss-level character.
As for why she had sensed sothing like the ["rift between dinsions"] from him, he had a rough idea.
Wasn't he researching the source of this world's root-like power? He had so clues.
He faintly felt that by passing through so kind of rift, he could reach it.
"Ah? A guess? Who is it?"
"Didn't she just say it? Her ho should be the dinsional gap, aning she was born in the dinsional gap. Who could that be?"
This statent left Sona montarily unable to react.
When she finally processed it, her pupils widened increasingly, and her body instantly shuddered.
It was actually that existence—one that surpassed the Satans, surpassed the chief gods.
The Great—
No, the Infinite Dragon God—Ophis!
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