How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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He turned around and faced Katia directly.

It was a harmless face, neither particularly beautiful nor ugly, just an ordinary face.

"You know what? I never believed in God before, but after joining, I was completely transformed! Compared to the future of all mankind, compared to everything in the universe, my personal love and my troubles living on this tiny Earth are nothing!"

Henson's eyebrows danced with excitement, his eyes shining.

Katya was also stunned by this overly exaggerated gesture.

I feel like there's something wrong with his head.

And...God?

A scantily clad woman wielding a scythe flashed through her mind.

"Excuse me..."

Henson kept his distance and took a step back.

"I just wanted you to know why I came here; our meeting was destined."

Destined?

The last time Katya had seen someone speak so dramatically was Sirocco.

“You also have the potential to join us and the right to move towards happiness. You shouldn’t be here feeling sad and disappointed.”

His eyes met Katya's.

"?"

Katya turned her head around in confusion to check her surroundings, confirming that there were only two people at the station.

"Huh? Me?"

Katya pointed to herself.

Henson nodded slightly.

join in?

Not interested in.

It should be said that because one thing is upsetting, one dives into another as an escape...

I don't like this feeling.

I can only accept failure if I give it my all.

Henson, of course, had no idea what Katya was thinking. He leaned against the platform, stretched out his arm, and opened his palm—

Although they were quite far apart, Katya could see them very clearly.

What immediately catches the eye is a branch, no bigger than a little finger, with a deep, jet-black color.

116. Time delay

Earrings? Necklace? Accessories?

This is the first time I've seen such an ugly piece of jewelry.

"No, thank you, I don't need it."

Katia smiled politely and waved her hand in refusal.

She also didn't want to accept anything from a stranger she had just met.

"What...? What did you say?"

Henson was utterly shocked, even more so than if he had come home to find an alien sleeping in his bed.

"Really not?"

"...Uh, thank you for sharing your story, Mr. Henson, but I really don't need it."

"Wait a minute, the Lord clearly said 'the blue-haired one at the station is our companion,' it should be you, and that obsession fits the criteria... Where did I go wrong...?"

Henson's face was contorted with pain from self-reproach.

"Henson, sir?"

buzz-

I felt the vibration around the surface.

Hill?

Katya opened it and saw:

—Have you decided where to go yet, or should I decide?—

—Too expensive, I won't go—

Sirocco!

Katya's expression instantly lit up.

My depressed mood has lessened considerably.

He didn't forget his promise to me.

Katya immediately replied with an emoji of Elulu jumping.

Her lips curved into a beautiful arc, and she almost jumped up while holding her phone.

"Mr. Henson, keep up the good work! I'm sure you'll find someone new! I have something to do, so I'll be going now!"

The news from Sirocco was the main one, followed by Katya's sight of Hill lingering outside the garden gate, buying ice cream.

Katya had just stood up when she received a brainwave response.

"Katia, you stink..."

Hertanid suddenly woke up.

"Is it really that smelly? Even though I've been running all day, it shouldn't be enough to wake you up with that stench..."

"It's not on you, it's on the one next to you."

beside?

There's only this college student who calls himself Henson.

I didn't smell anything on him, but Hertanid said he stank...

The last person to smell this way was Cliff; Sirocco said he was chosen by the Fallen Order.

The Fallen Order?

Katya, realizing what was happening, summoned the fully-formed Demon Blade. Showing off her weapon first was always a good idea.

The moment I gripped the hilt—

Good weight!

No, it's very slow.

Katya felt as if steel bars were embedded in every bone in her body, and every joint was rusted and stiff, making her movements extremely slow.

What did he do?

Even though her whole body looked like a video in slow motion at 0.25x speed, Katia still tried her best to strike a pose for Henson.

"No, no, no! Don't do this! Why take out such a dangerous thing?"

Henson was very flustered by this.

Katya was about to step back to create some distance and observe her opponent—

"This is—! Uh!"

If the movement was slowing down just now, it's now extremely slowing down, and the rate of deceleration is gradually increasing.

I can feel myself moving, but the movements are so small it's as if time has stopped for the whole person.

Time...stopped?

smell....!

Katya felt a chill in her heart.

That strange taste of tea mixed with cola.

She remembered.

I had smelled it when my mother, Victoria, and I visited the laboratory.

The exaggerated pose the brother struck after taking the inhalation was in slow motion, playing along with me, like a character using the Dark Witch Mace's time-manipulation ultimate move to pause.

S33 Restraint Props.

Compared to the R34 previously used by Sirocco, this is a one-time use item, a colorless gas that causes a creature's body to slow down completely within 3 minutes of inhalation. However, its production was banned many years ago.

Katya rolled her eyes and spotted a can-shaped object in the corner under the iron bench.

I only regretted not wearing a gas mask; this gas requires a large amount to be inhaled to be effective.