The entire world depicted in the painting is collapsing rapidly and irreversibly.
Space has lost its thickness, and everything is being forcibly "reduced in dinsion".
"roar--!"
Bhadra, who had transford into a twenty-ter-tall golden Buddha, gritted his teeth, and the veins on his golden skin bulged out like dragons.
The golden shield he erected, under the crushing force of the two-dinsional power, let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, its light flickering.
"hurry up!"
Bhadra's voice was filled with pain and urgency.
"I can't hold on much longer!"
Wada Hirayama's face turned ashen. He looked at the man in the white suit who remained calm and urged him urgently.
"Didn't you say you knew where it was? Where exactly is the artifact hidden?!"
The man in the white suit pushed up his gold-rimd glasses, his tone very serious.
"Lord Hongzhi's initial analysis was actually not wrong."
"The Eight-Foot Magatama is very likely hidden on soone's person."
"But that person was not one of the four of us."
The man in the white suit's gaze swept over an area in the distance that had long since been reduced to a flat, two-dinsional image.
"It is in Kosuke Soma himself."
Wada Hirayama looked puzzled, and his voice changed.
"That's impossible!"
"We've killed Kosuke Soma so many tis, and we've never found the Yasakani no Magatama on him!"
The man in the white suit shook his head.
"Those Souma Kosuke, although they possess Souma Kosuke's consciousness, they also possess his power."
"But none of them are the real Kosuke Soma."
His tone softened.
"Do you rember Kosuke Soma, the first one to be killed?"
"That Kosuke Soma, who seed so weak to all of us."
He Tianpingshan's pupils suddenly contracted.
He rembered.
The first to be killed, Kosuke Soma, offered almost no effective resistance.
The man in the white suit continued to speak, revealing a detail that everyone had overlooked.
"The reason he appeared so weak was because he had already exhausted all his strength on the Yasakani no Magatama."
"Therefore, the Yasakani no Magatama was always on his person."
"At that ti, we were all shocked by the new Kosuke Soma who was constantly being resurrected under the blood moon."
"Thus, this most fatal detail was overlooked."
"This is the true anti-logic of Kosuke Soma."
A complex smile curved the corners of the man in the white suit's lips.
"Who would have thought that what truly trapped us here, and was ant to annihilate us all, was a... corpse that had long since lost all life."
Dead silence.
A deathly silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.
Hiroharu Kujo frowned; he imdiately grasped the crux of the problem.
"So, where is his body?"
The man in the white suit raised his hand and pointed to the area in the distance that had been completely two-dinsional.
There, a pile of Kosuke Soma's corpse, flattened into a flat drawing, lay quietly, like a clumsy doodle on a piece of paper.
"It should be among them."
At this mont, everyone's expression turned extrely grim.
Once you fully enter the two-dinsional world, you will be assimilated, and all traces of your existence will be completely erased.
A near-death experience.
Who went over?
"Make a decision quickly!"
Bhadra's roar rang out again, and his golden Buddha image began to show large areas of "flattening," clearly having reached its limit.
"I can't hold on much longer!"
The man in the white suit's gaze fell on Heiji Wada.
“Wada-kun, I will do my best to pave a ‘true’ path for you.”
"But the ti is at most ten seconds."
Wada Hirayama let out a cold snort, his hand gripping the knife trembling violently with rage.
He was about to angrily rebuke, "Why don't you go? Why make take this risk?"
However, at that mont, a hand suddenly patted his shoulder gently.
It was Kujo Hiroharu.
He looked at Hetian Pingshan, and his eyes, which had always been as deep as an ancient well, now held a trace of sincerity and earnestness.
"Hirayama-kun, the future of the Wada family, and my future, are all in your hands."
"You are the sharpest weapon I trust most."
Wada Hirayama stiffened, and the anger in his eyes subsided slightly.
Kujo Hiroji's voice was low, yet it was like the sharpest knife, piercing into Wada Hirayama's heart.
“I can’t die here. If I die, do you think the Ōmiya family will let the Wada family, who are cooperating with , off the hook?”
"You wouldn't want to see the Wada family buried with you, would you?"
Wada Hirayama suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Kujo Hiroharu, his eyes flashing with a terrifying ferocity.
Kujo Hiroharu, however, seed not to notice; his expression remained sincere, even carrying a hint of promise.
"As long as we can get out, I promise that the Wada family will beco second only to the Kujo family."
"This is my guarantee."
A combination of soft and hard tactics.
Use both kindness and severity.
Wada Hirayama's chest heaved violently, his heavy breathing sounding like a broken bellows.
He clenched his teeth so hard that his gums were bleeding.
a long ti.
He squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.
"Rember... the promise you made to ."
A satisfied smile finally appeared on Kujo Hiroharu's face.
He released his grip and took a step back.
The man in the white suit no longer hesitated; he clasped his hands together sharply in front of his chest.
An invisible, reality-distorting force erupted from him.
"open"
He shouted sharply.
In the rapidly shrinking world ahead, ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) a narrow passage, retaining its three-dinsional form, was forcibly torn open.
At the end of the passage lay the pile of Soma Kosuke's corpses.
"Only ten seconds!"
The man in the white suit spoke with a hint of strain.
Before he could finish speaking...
"Whoosh!"
He Tianpingshan's figure had already turned into a blur, rushing into the narrow passage without the slightest hesitation.
As soon as you step into the passage, an extrely terrifying assimilative force cos crashing in from all directions.
"Ugh—!"
Wada Hirayama let out a painful groan.
He watched helplessly as his left leg, the instant it touched the tunnel wall, rapidly lost its thickness, turning into a thin, painted image on the ground.
The excruciating pain and the fear of being "erased" assaulted his nerves like a tidal wave.
But he didn't stop.
He endured the excruciating pain, channeling all his strength into his remaining right leg. Instead of slowing down, his speed increased, like a wounded beast charging madly toward the finish line.
Five seconds!
He finally reached the pile of corpses.
At this mont, most of his body has been assimilated into a two-dinsional picture.
He could even feel his own life force being frantically devoured by this bizarre world.
There was no ti to think!
Wada Hirayama let out a deafening roar, gathering all his remaining strength into the katana in his hand.
"Get out here!"
He swung the knife in his hand!
The blade flashed like lightning, carrying an unwavering determination, and slashed fiercely at the pile of two-dinsional corpses.
"Whoosh!"
With a single slash, several of Kosuke Soma's "paper-thin" corpses were instantly shattered, disappearing into the air like fluttering butterflies.
No!
Wada Hirayama's heart sank. Ignoring the excruciating pain of his arm being assimilated, he swung his sword again!
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
He was like a madman, his katana transforming into a flurry of blades as he slashed wildly at the corpses.
One, two, three...
In the blink of an eye, he had cut down most of the pile of corpses.
But still, nothing was gained!
"How could this be..."
For the first ti, despair appeared in Wada Hirayama's eyes.
Could it be that the man in the white suit was wrong in his analysis?
In the distance, Bhadra's golden shield was flickering and could collapse at any mont.
The "path to truth" pioneered by the man in the white suit also began to distort and shrink dramatically.
Ti is running out.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
Wada Hirayama let out a furious roar of resentnt, and with his last bit of strength, he raised the katana, which was beginning to "turn into paper," high into the air.
This was his final blow!
A flash of light appeared.
The world seed to stand still at that mont.
Just when everyone looked on in despair.
Among that inconspicuous corpse that was struck by the final blow.
A jade magatama, entirely erald green, shaped like a crescent moon, and exuding a sacred aura, slowly erged from the shattered "painting paper"!
The Eight-Foot Magatama!
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