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"Clap."

With a soft click, the lights in the studio went out without warning.

"Huh? The power's out?"

Eriri was startled and instinctively took off her headphones. A deathly silence fell over the surroundings, broken only by the pale moonlight streaming through the window onto the floor.

She frowned, about to get up to check the circuit breaker, when suddenly she heard something.

"Sand...sand...sand..."

The sound rang out again.

That wasn't the sound of her drawing.

It came from the drawing in front of her!

Eriri's blood seemed to freeze at that moment. She stiffly lowered her head, bit by bit, to look at the drawing.

By the pale moonlight, she witnessed the most terrifying scene of her life, a scene she would never forget.

The antique quill pen she had placed on the table was slowly rising on its own, its tip moving across the drawing paper with a sickening scraping sound. It was... finishing the painting!

On the drawing, the monster she had only half-drawn was writhing and twisting violently, as if it had come to life. All the eyes she had drawn turned sharply, staring intently at her on the paper!

A chilling, bone-piercing mental shock, mixed with endless malice, instantly seized her heart!

"what--!"

Eriri let out a short, choked scream, instinctively backing away, causing the chair to tip over.

She scrambled to escape, only to discover to her horror that the studio door was now locked shut, as if welded shut by an invisible force.

"Don't...don't come over..."

She huddled in the corner, trembling, her mind blank. Her family background, wealth, and talent, which she was so proud of, seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

The monster in the drawing was no longer content with a two-dimensional plane. Its twisted limbs, made of ink, began to slowly, bit by bit, seep out of the paper like a thick liquid, dripping onto the table with a hissing sound like strong acid corroding.

A real monster, one that exists only in the depths of nightmares, is about to descend into reality!

In the midst of utter despair and fear, a figure and a calm yet slightly playful voice suddenly entered her mind.

—"If you really encounter any extraordinary phenomena that cannot be described in words..."

"It's not impossible for you to call me and discuss it."

Gu Chuan!

As if grasping at a last straw, she scrambled to her (damn) backpack and frantically rummaged through it with trembling hands, finally finding her phone.

She didn't even dare to look up at the drawing undergoing a terrifying transformation. Relying on her memory, with her trembling hands that could barely hold her phone, she unlocked the screen and found the phone number she had just saved, a number she thought she would never call.

The phone rang only once before it was answered.

"Feed your tongue?"

A calm, steady voice, seemingly possessing a calming magic, came from the receiver.

The moment Eriri heard that sound, her nerves, which had been stretched to their limit, snapped completely.

Tears welled up uncontrollably.

"Help... help..."

Her voice was filled with extreme fear and sobs, like the last cry for help from a drowning person.

“My painting…my painting has come to life…”

When the 63 gods descend

Late at night, in a luxury apartment in Tokyo.

Gu Chuan had just finished his routine meditation and was sitting on the sofa in the living room, dressed in comfortable loungewear. Beside him, a petite girl with long pink hair, cute little wings on her head, and a black arrow-shaped tail swaying behind her was affectionately resting her head on his lap, watching a boring late-night TV program while enjoying his occasional stroking.

She was the third princess of Deviluke, Mengmeng, who was hatched from the [Concept Egg].

"Master~" Mengmeng raised her exquisite and flawless pretty face and said in a sickeningly sweet voice, "The TV programs in this world are so boring. Let's do something more interesting?"

Her emerald green eyes gleamed with a cunning, almost demonic quality, the implications of which were self-evident.

Just as Gu Chuan was pondering how to respond to this enthusiastic "little maid," his cell phone, which was on the coffee table, suddenly emitted a shrill ring, shattering the warmth and ambiguity of the room.

It's an unknown number.

Gu Chuan answered the phone, and immediately a girl's cry for help, filled with extreme fear and sobs, came through the receiver, like the last struggle of a drowning person.

"Help... help..."

"My painting...my painting has come to life..."

Before he could finish speaking, the phone call was interrupted by a piercing, inhuman scream, followed by a deathly silence.

Gu Chuan slowly put down his phone, his expression calm, but a cold glint flashed in his deep eyes.

"Master, is this a distress signal from a new target?" Mengmeng asked curiously, having also heard the chilling voice coming from the other end of the phone.

“A disobedient, overly curious prospective member,” Gu Chuan said succinctly. He stood up, picked up his coat, and dialed another number, 463.

The call was quickly answered, and Yukino Yukinoshita's cool voice, tinged with a hint of doubt, came through: "Kawa? It's so late, what's up?"

"Yukino, an emergency! An abnormal phenomenon has occurred, and our reserve members are in danger."

Gu Chuan's tone left no room for argument, "Get ready, I'll be downstairs to pick you up in five minutes. This is a mandatory practical lesson."

“…I understand.” Yukino agreed immediately without the slightest hesitation.

After hanging up the phone, Gu Chuan quickly dialed Fujiwara Chika's number and gave instructions in the same concise manner.

……

The Snow-Covered Mansion, second floor.

Yukino hung up the phone, immediately changed out of her pajamas and into casual clothes that were easy to move in. She opened the window, glanced at the abyss-like courtyard below, took a deep breath, and her eyes showed no hesitation.

Just as she quietly opened the door, preparing to slip out through the side door, the door to the next room opened silently.

Yukinoshita, dressed in a silk nightgown, leaned against the door frame, her face bearing that signature, seemingly insightful smile as she gazed at her.

"Yukino-chan, it's so late, where are you going?"

“…Let’s go for a walk.” Yukino’s heart skipped a beat, but her face remained as calm as an iceberg.

"Is that so?" Yang Nai's smile became even more amused. "I thought that my pure and innocent sister, who looked down on all male creatures, had finally reached the age where she would sneak out in the middle of the night for some boy."

Yukino's body stiffened slightly. She didn't refute, but coldly said, "Sister, you're overthinking it."

After saying that, she walked past Yang Nai and quickly went downstairs.

Yang Nai did not stop her, but simply watched her disappear into the darkness. After a long while, she finally looked away, the smile on her face slowly fading, replaced by a complex sense of loneliness and sorrow that no one could understand.

"As expected... it was still stolen..."

……

Five minutes later, Gu Chuan, with Yukino and Fujiwara Chika on his shoulders, landed silently on the balcony outside Eriri's studio like a ghost.

Gu Chuan simply placed his hand on the French windows of the balcony, and the sturdy lock made of special tempered glass slid silently to both sides like melted butter.

A strong, pungent odor, a mixture of the smell of ink and a chilling malice, wafted towards me.

The three of them entered the studio, and the sight before them made Yukino and Chika gasp in shock.

The entire studio looked as if it had been hit by a typhoon, with expensive art supplies and books scattered all over the floor. The walls and ceiling were covered with black ink stains that seemed to writhe like veins.

In the center of the studio, an indescribable monster made of pure, flowing ink had almost completely detached itself from the drawing. Its form constantly changed, sometimes extending sharp tentacles, sometimes splitting open a huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and countless eyes filled with madness and resentment flowing on its body stared intently at Eriri, who was cowering in the corner, already pale with fear and trembling all over.

"help me……"

When Eriri saw Gu Chuan, it was as if she had seen a god descending from the sky, and a glimmer of hope finally burst forth in her eyes.

"Roar--!!!"

The ink monster seemed to be enraged by these uninvited guests. It let out a piercing mental roar, and a huge tentacle made of thick ink, like a long whip, lashed out fiercely at Fujiwara Chika, who was closest to it, with a fierce wind that tore through the air!

"Watch out!" Yukino exclaimed.

"Ah!" Fujiwara Chika closed her eyes in fright.

However, the anticipated attack did not occur.

"【The Snow Queen】."

In a moment of desperation, Yukino successfully activated her ability!

A thick ice wall rose up unexpectedly in front of Fujiwara Chika, precisely blocking the ink tentacle.

"Zizzi——!"

The ink tentacles slapped against the ice wall, emitting plumes of black smoke, as if strong acid had been poured onto ice, actually corroding a huge gap in the solid ice wall.

"Damn it! This stuff is corrosive!" Yukino gritted her teeth, doing her best to maintain the ice wall.

"Behold my Iron Fist of Justice, the Cancer of the Earth!"

After overcoming her initial fear, Fujiwara Chika was overcome with a surge of passion (and folly). She grabbed a solid plaster statue about half her height and, shouting incomprehensible slogans, threw it at the monster with all her might.

This was a completely unpredictable act, purely a daring one.

However, the Chaos Clown's talent once again demonstrated its "power" in an unbelievable way.

A puddle of ink, dripping from the monster, had appeared under Fujiwara Chika's feet. She slipped and cried out, losing her balance as the plaster statue slipped from her grasp.

The heavy plaster statue traced an extremely bizarre parabola in the air, bypassing all of the monster's attacking tentacles, and finally, with a muffled "thud," it struck the monster's core precisely, right on its roaring maw.

"Woo——!!!"

The ink monster let out a painful cry, its entire body trembled violently, and its attack faltered.

But this also thoroughly enraged it.

It abandoned Yukino and Chika, focusing all its malice on the "culprit" who had smashed it with the plaster statue. Dozens of ink tentacles simultaneously burst forth from its body, forming a net that completely blocked all of Fujiwara Chika's escape routes!

"It's over..." Fujiwara Chika was so frightened by the overwhelming attack that her legs went weak.

Yukino's ice wall has shattered, and it's too late to reassemble it.

At this critical moment.

A calm voice, seemingly tinged with a sigh of helplessness, rang in their ears.

"Ugh, really, I'm the one who has to clean up this mess."

Gu Chuan's figure had appeared in front of Fujiwara Chika without anyone noticing.

Faced with the terrifying attack that resembled a swarm of snakes dancing wildly, capable of tearing a person to shreds in an instant, he simply raised his right hand slowly and casually waved it forward.

It was as if they were shooing away an annoying fly.

"Disperse."

He uttered a single word softly.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The dozens of menacing ink tentacles suddenly stopped less than half a meter away from him.

Immediately afterward, under the incomprehensible and horrified gazes of Eriri, Yukino, and Chika, the enormous, arrogant ink monster, along with all its malice, filth, and the antique quill pen that served as its medium, silently and rapidly melted and evaporated, like snow exposed to sunlight.

There was no explosion, no light effects, and not even a trace of energy fluctuation.

It was completely and cleanly "deleted" from its roots and from its concept.

It was as if it had never existed in this world.

A deathly silence returned to the studio. Only the corroded marks on the walls and floor proved that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Gu Chuan turned around, looked at the three girls behind him who were completely stunned, and calmly said:

"Okay, the trash is all cleaned up."

He walked up to Eriri, who was already exhausted and slumped in the corner, and reached out his hand to her.

"Sawamura-kun, are you alright?"

Eriri stared blankly at him, at his handsome face that looked especially gentle in the moonlight, and at his unfathomable eyes that seemed to hold the stars and the sea.