Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 135 Mission: 07-6 Cutting off the World
Nero returned to the scene of the battle again.

Just like what they said in the apartment, this time she was alone. Aiyin showed strong concerns, but after Nero's persuasion and Shuangshi's dissuasion, she finally followed the others and left.

Looking up again, the pitch-black space where Mendes and Dante were fighting was beating like a heart. The battle was clearly still going on, with frantic magical fluctuations emanating from it from time to time.

However, sending these girls away was so easy that Nero began to doubt his own judgment - would little Ace really use them as a backup?
Could it be that its plan is to wait for Nero, Dante and Nanna to fight each other to a draw?
To be honest, Nero hoped that this was true, but unfortunately she herself felt it was unlikely.

Under the crimson moon, Nero could not see the being who appeared in the form of Toyokawa Shoko. But this dream city existed within Nanna's body, and Nero knew it was watching him.

It can appear at any time as long as you want it.

Nero, dressed in her finest attire, slowly drew her sword, the blood-red moonlight reflected on the bright blade. She took a deep breath, raised the sword to her brow, and closed her eyes.

If Nanna didn't show up on her own initiative, Nero would force her to do so. It was a simple matter.

This dream is a part of Nanna. Is Nero still afraid that he can't hurt her?
It was just "cutting the world apart." Nero hadn't been able to do it the last time, and now a week had passed, and Dante had been here for so long, if Nanna still thought she hadn't improved, she was gravely mistaken.

The Yama Sword greedily absorbed Nero's magic power, and the light on the blade became brighter and brighter.

At this moment, Dante's instructions rang in Nero's ears:

“Focus.”

"It requires absolute concentration. Although I don't know exactly how to perform that move, even he must hold his breath and concentrate at this moment."

"Remember the feeling you get when you cut through space—not the air the blade touches, but that deep place. Let the blade touch what lies beneath the surface, which is space."

"But this is not the end..."

A seemingly tangible "aura" slowly coalesced around Nero. Within her, boiling magic surged like a tidal wave, constantly crashing into various directions, only to ultimately collide with an invisible wall. This inescapable magic, carrying Nero's perception, gradually seeped into the surface of the world.

But it wasn't enough. In Nero's mind, the "world" gradually became a coordinate system composed of squares. She had already known this feeling when she first opened up a spatial channel for herself. The squares that her "mind's eye" saw were exactly what Nero knew as "space."

We need to be more focused and more in-depth.

Her magic power permeated the space, rushing left and right within the squares, "tearing" them apart bit by bit.

Then the squares gradually disappeared, and Nero, who had his eyes closed, once again saw nothingness in front of him.

No, that's not right.

Nero knew in her heart that this was the "world." Nero saw it, but could not understand it, so she could not see anything.

Just as she understands space in the form of "coordinates", she can see space and cut it apart; if she cannot understand "the world", then she cannot cut the world apart.

So what is the "world"?
The aura around Nero shrank again.

She answered herself silently: "Everything that flows in time."

Shrink again.

A pulsating, blurry thread finally emerged from the void. Nero struggled to see it; it had no direction, no length, no beginning or end. It was the thread that pierced the world, connecting everything in it.

That is "time." "So, the world runs on time."

Nero's voice resonated within her heart once more, and the condensed aura continued to shrink, becoming smaller than she herself. In Nero's perception, her legs vanished.

A long-lost memory revived from the depths of Nero's soul. It was a class he had attended in school.

"If you plot the trajectory of a point on a circle moving over time, you get a continuously fluctuating function curve."

The lower half of the body disappeared.

If time is described as a straight line, when a circle rolls along this line, a point on the circle will draw a wavy curve.

Curves are waves; waves are strings; strings are the essence of the world.

So if we describe everything in the world as this circle, and then transform every point on the circle into a curve in this way, the countless superimposed strings we get will be the entire world.

What about something even more complex? A single circle certainly isn't enough to describe the entire world, so the world's waves can't be so simple either. If we were to transform the world's "strings" into circles in this way, we'd end up with a structure like a complex galaxy, with countless nested circles orbiting a larger one.

Finally, Nero could no longer sense her own existence. At this moment, her heart was filled with only a cold, gleaming sword.

But she finally saw it, saw a small "circle" running on the circumference.

Then the circle is broken down layer by layer by complex formulas, and eventually transformed into countless "lines" that are intertwined and extend forward over time.

Of course, Nero couldn't see the whole world clearly, but she didn't need to.

All she needed to do was to "cut it down." The rest would naturally be taken care of by the Yama Blade.

So in this state where even "himself" couldn't feel it, the cold blade fell silently.

Silently cut the tightly tangled knot.

Then, in silence, Nero woke up.

She continued to stride forward, slashing with her blade. Where the blade pointed, a dark, pus-filled wound, rotting flesh within, was torn open, its edges like shattered glass. A moment later, blood gushed out.

This is "Dimension Slash: Absolute".

“————————!!!”

A wretched, shrill shriek, indescribable in human terms, emanated from the blood moon. Before Nero could draw his blade and launch another attack, the wound rapidly closed under the surge of magical energy. However, a dark streak of blood remained in the air, dripping droplets of blood onto Nero's feet.

The next moment, the air in front of Nero twisted, and then Nanna, covering her side, appeared in front of her.

Blood gushed out from the place where she was covering her hands, staining her five fingers in lace gloves red and leaving a large rust-colored patch on the black dress.

"How dare you!"

It growled with gnashed teeth, the blood-red light in its pupils flickering.

(End of this chapter)