Shizuka Cute's Nighttime Care / Shizuka Cute, Transform! ...

In the dimly lit room, the little boy lying on the sofa had fallen into a deep sleep. His fever had subsided, and the sweat on his skin glistened almost imperceptibly beneath his fair skin.

In the universe, which is higher and deeper than anywhere else, a white god slumbers, its body constantly emitting particles of world power. It is also creating spiritual clones, constantly searching for a certain possibility in various worlds.

However, their existence and activity mean they can be observed. Not to mention, there are quite a few beings throughout the universe who know of the existence of this white deity, and their numbers are likely to increase.

In this new world, some people, through some means, learned of the existence of gods and predicted the time when the incarnations of gods would descend.

To the gods, these are merely remnants left over when their power dissipates. But to Magecraft, every single particle, even one the size of a grain of sand, is incredibly precious.

For the sake of 300% profit, one can be arrogant and abandon all morality and ethics to plunder and slaughter. This is human nature. Not to mention that this is the underworld, which is not bound by any laws.

As Shirou's clone descended from the sky, this time appearing in the form of a boy, the moment his physical body and spiritual form, created by the power of the world, merged into one, several attacks simultaneously bombarded the boy from below: magic bullets fired from sniper rifles, slicing wind blades, scorching spheres of flame, thunderous lightning, and the energy of dark matter.

The boy was constantly being injured. A magic bullet pierced his chest, wind blades cut into his body, fireballs caused his wounds to burst open, spurting blood, lightning struck him, and black energy injected poison into his body.

In just a moment, the sleeping boy, before he even woke up, was attacked and his entire body was covered in black and purple marks, making him unrecognizable. He was then thrown from the sky.

However, for some unknown reason, perhaps influenced by the instinct for survival, under normal circumstances, as an observer, the power of the world would only create a healthy physical body for the avatar of the god. Since the origin is Shirou Emiya, the upper limit is also Shirou Emiya, and no further abilities would be granted.

The remaining world power would transform into shimmering specks of light, spreading across the world to benefit those around them, fulfilling someone's wishes, or merging into the land as nourishment, slowly being absorbed by the world. But this time, all of this world power surged into the boy's body.

"Ah--!!" The boy plummeted headfirst, the oncoming wind pressure making his scalp tingle and his whole body feel cold. He watched helplessly as he was about to crash into the ground!

Shirou woke up from a nightmare with a start. He sat up on the sofa and looked around. It was an ordinary home. The clock on the wall showed six o'clock in the morning, which meant that it had been a whole night.

"Hmm..." At this moment, the long-haired woman next to her heard the sound, moved her eyelids, and woke up as well.

Last night, after seeing that the boy was asleep, Haruno went back home. Shizuka Hiratsuka, wanting to watch over the boy, didn't dare go back to her own room. She had originally planned to sleep on a makeshift bed on the floor, but ended up falling asleep on the sofa.

"..." Shirou looked at the woman and felt a sense of familiarity and closeness. Although he had only been in this world for a few days and had been busy fleeing, he had not interacted with any other humans.

"Ah, you're awake, Shirou-kun, right? Hello, my name is Shizuka Hiratsuka, you can just call me Shizuka-neechan." Shizuka Hiratsuka perked up and smiled at the boy, still full of youthful energy as a freshman college student.

"Good morning, thank you for taking care of me, Shizuka. You changed my clothes and let me sleep on the soft sofa. I will repay this kindness someday, but I have to leave now." Shirou stood up, bowed to the woman who had just woken up, and turned to leave.

"Ugh... wait!" Still dazed, Shizuka Hiratsuka froze for a moment, then opened her eyes wide and chased after him.

"Wait! You're covered in injuries and you're sick, don't you know that?" Shizuka Hiratsuka pulled the boy back as he was opening the door to leave.

"The injury is already healed. An injury of this severity should heal completely after a good night's sleep, right?" Shirou lifted his shirt to show off his body, saying with a matter-of-fact expression.

"Huh? It's really healed! What kind of constitution is that?" Shizuka Hiratsuka blinked in confusion. Yesterday, there were still some wounds on the boy's body, but now they had completely healed, and there was no trace of the injury.

"Since there are no problems, I'll be going now." Shirou said, turning around and walking towards the door.

"No, even if you're better, you can't just leave like this. There are still many things you haven't figured out. I'll help you until I'm sure you're safe," Shizuka Hiratsuka said.

"Shizuka, no need. You're a good person, we can't drag you into this," Shirou said, shaking his head.

"So where are you rushing off to?" Shizuka Hiratsuka asked.

Looking at Shizuka Hiratsuka, Shirou felt a strange sense of trust in her, and so he honestly expressed his concerns.

"Run! Someone will be catching up soon."

Although he has no memory of his previous life, his body is in an abnormal state due to the attack.

He doesn't know much about this world, but he has many memories in his mind, depicting him as an adult who has become an expert in different fields. Although he can't learn everything at once, he can still understand a little bit when faced with specific situations.

"Then I can't let you go! I have to protect you! But... I knew it! Who are these guys chasing you? Were you sold to human traffickers by your parents because of debts? Or are they a criminal organization that preys on children?" Shizuka Hiratsuka asked, pulling the boy back.

Just then, a cold, unsettling wind swept in from outside, blowing the glass doors and curtains on the balcony open.

Shizuka Hiratsuka felt a chill run down her spine, a shiver of fear, as if she had been possessed.

"They've caught up... I have to go. Shizuka, you're a good person, I can't drag you down with me." Shirou looked panicked, offered no further explanation, broke free from the woman's grasp, and ran out.

"Hey! Wait for me! I already told you I'd protect you!" Shizuka Hiratsuka chased after him, calling out loudly.

Unfortunately, by then, the boy had already pressed the elevator button and gone downstairs.

Chapter 549 Shizuka's transform!

The area below the building was unusually quiet and deserted; apart from the chilly wind, there was no one and no sound.

Shirou ran outside in a panic. He had just arrived in this world when he was attacked, causing his memories to become chaotic. When he fell from the sky, he was lucky; tree branches helped to block his fall, and he only suffered minor injuries when he hit the ground.

But soon a group of strange people came chasing after him, and he fled all the way here.

A strong gust of wind, concentrated along a straight passage, like a shockwave, lifted the boy who had just run out of the building into the air, sending him crashing to the ground and rolling several times.

"What a pity! I've arrived. You little rascal, you're quite the runner! Why didn't you run faster this time? You've made me search for you for ages! I've followed you across ten cities!"

Someone wearing high heels walked towards the spot where Shirou had fallen.

"Ugh..." The boy lying on the ground clutched his sore spot, clenching his fists as he tried to get up.

At that moment, a foot in high heels approached and stomped hard on the boy's ankle.

"Aaaaaah!!!" Shirou let out a painful scream.

"But... if it weren't like this, it wouldn't be worth that much... Alright, now you can't run away, can you?"

The speaker was a strangely dressed, thin, bald man wearing a British suit in the style of the last century, with long false eyelashes, heavy purple eyeshadow, thick lipstick, and long, blackish-purple nails. He exuded an eerie aura.

He was no ordinary person, but a bounty hunter from the underworld.

"You bastard! What are you doing to a little kid?!" the black-haired woman shouted as she ran down the street.

"Huh? We clearly set up a barrier to keep out strangers, so why are ordinary people still breaking in?"

The bounty hunter looked at Shizuka Hiratsuka's face curiously, then smiled and said, "Hmm, your face is acceptable. I don't dislike beautiful women like me, so let me explain it to you."

The bald Magecraft stepped on the boy's ankle and said with a smile:

"This thing is not human, but a born divine body, possessing a perfect affinity with gods. It is the best material to allow ancient gods to return to this land."

Even looking back at ten thousand years of Human History, such a body has only appeared a handful of times. It's such a waste to have it among you commoners who know nothing of the mysterious."

"Huh? He looks like an ordinary kid!" Shizuka Hiratsuka said, glaring at the bounty hunter.

"You've heard of divine children, reincarnated Buddhist children, and... Tang Monk, right? As long as you eat a piece of his flesh, you can strengthen your body, prolong your life, or gain some kind of ability. He's something like that."

"Although the specific effects still need to be determined through experiments, its value is probably not far off. How could something of this value be made by an ordinary human?" the bald Magecraft said with a smile.

"Enough! Shut up! You bald transvestite! I understand now, you're just a heartless scumbag." Shizuka Hiratsuka roared angrily.

"Baldy... human... transvestite... waaaaah..." The bounty hunter's eyes widened, he excitedly waved his little fists, and said through gritted teeth, "You... you wretched woman... you said the worst thing you could have said..."

"Huh? I don't care if you have it or not. In modern times, any kid who's read a shonen manga can tell that someone like you is definitely evil! I've already called the police! Bald guys who can't be protagonists are just minor characters! Just wait to face the punishment of justice!" Shizuka Hiratsuka said righteously, pointing at the evil Magecraft.

Inside a building in London, Britain, the curtains were drawn, and a movie was playing in the dimly lit space...

An elderly man was leisurely sitting on a sofa, watching a battle taking place simultaneously on an island nation on the other side of the world through a large screen. It turned out that this was achieved through a combination of Magecraft and modern technology, allowing for remote monitoring.

The old man paid no attention to the battle itself, remained unconcerned about the bald Magecraft's ruthlessness, and was not surprised by the black-haired woman's fearless spirit. His gaze had been fixed on the red-haired boy from the very beginning.

"Aren't you worried at all? What if that child gets kidnapped by bounty hunters?" A woman dressed in a suit, standing straight and tall, walked in from behind.

"Don't worry, it would be such a waste to use this child to summon some random deity. Even the heavens would be disgusted. He's not one to be caught by such lowly creatures," the elderly British man with round glasses said with a leisurely smile.

At the scene of the dispute.

"I'm scum? No, you're mistaken. To the people of our world, you guys who can't even do the most basic Magecraft are nothing but livestock! Die! You filthy woman!" The bald Magecraft stuck out his tongue and said with a ferocious grin. He raised his hand with long, sharp nails and swung it horizontally to the right. A half-meter-long black wind blade flew towards Shizuka Hiratsuka's waist.

"Watch out! Shizu!" Shirou lunged at the woman, pushing her to the ground and shielding her with his back from the wind blade that was about to cut her in half. Blood gushed out like a fountain.

"What! This brat can still move!" The Magecraft touched his blood-stained bald head and looked at the boy lying in a pool of blood in astonishment.

"Wait! Kid! Shirou!" Shizuka Hiratsuka caught the fallen boy and cried out in alarm.

Even so, the wind blade still severed a strand of Shizuka Hiratsuka's hair, leaving a gash on her cheek from which a line of blood flowed, but she couldn't care less about that now.

"I'm fine..." Shirou said softly.

The remaining power of the world converged on the boy. He was ambushed upon his arrival, and the overflowing power was absorbed into his body to heal him, giving him a special physique and a recovery ability comparable to when the holy sword sheath within him was activated.

"Shizuka! Use this!" A dazzling yet gentle white light appeared in Shirou's palm and was handed to Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"Although I don't quite understand, I think I know what to do! Anyway! Leave it to me!" Shizuka Hiratsuka reached out, grasped the ball of light in her palm, and accepted the power of the white light.

The girl closed her eyes, and as she imagined, a magnificent belt with a bluish-gold hue was constructed from white light particles around her waist. At its center was a white gemstone with card slots. Then, she waved her hands and struck a pose.

He shouted loudly, "Transform—!"

A white light enveloped Shizuka Hiratsuka's entire body...

Chapter 550 The Shizuka Kamen Rider Marta!

White light, in another space, converged into a sphere of light, leading to the outer realms of time and space. On the Throne of Heroes, which transcends time, it searches for a Heroic Servant destined to be with the woman who desires to fight.

Among the hundreds of thousands, even millions, of Servant, the essence of Human History is gathered. Some are so ancient that they left no written record, existing only in myths and legends. There are great figures recorded in history books, and there are also warriors who are active in the future, transcending the limitations of time to accomplish certain things.

Here, a long-haired Saintess stood by the lake, gazing at the azure water. As if sensing something, as if seeing a long-lost friend, a faint smile appeared on her lips. With a gentle wave of her hand, fluorescent light sprinkled into the lake, sinking into the deep water droplets.

Shirou has recreated the technology that he used in another world.

Meanwhile, the white sphere of light, in another space, transformed into an infinitely long ray of light that connected with that point of fluorescence. It received power lent by a certain Saintess, simulated its Spirit Origin, and began to create, then merged and possessed it!

The red and white swimsuit was much more revealing than the tight-fitting armor and mask that Shizuka Hiratsuka had imagined, making her look like a swimsuit-clad woman playing on the beach.

However, she wore magnificent blue-gold gauntlets. An astonishing amount of magical power and domineering aura emanated from her, carrying an aura of dragon's might and holiness.

"What... what kind of power is this? How is this possible!" The bald Magecraft felt so insignificant in front of the woman. He was the one who ruled the world, the noble Magecraft, but now he felt as small as a mouse.

"You'd better surrender! I'll hand you over to the police! Of course! That'll be after I beat you up first!" Shizuka Hiratsuka's wounds had already been healed by magic. She half-raised her hands in front of her chest, clashing her cyan-gold gauntlets together with a clear sound, and said.

"Shut up! You're just a clueless piece of livestock!" The bald Magecraft unleashed a wind blade.

With a single step, Shizuka Hiratsuka dodged the wind blade and, like a bolt of lightning, rushed in front of the bald Magecraft, throwing a punch!

The bald Magecraft quickly used his magic to strengthen his defenses, raising his hands in front of him.

But when Shizuka Hiratsuka's fist came at him, his hands, which he had been using to block, were knocked away by a tremendous force. The woman withdrew her fist and instead raised two fingers, poking them into the bald Magecraft's chin, sending him floating more than two meters into the air before he fell to the ground.

"Damn it... how dare they play tricks on me like this!" the bald Magecraft, who had fallen to the ground, said angrily.

"Don't rush, I only used a third of my strength," Shizuka Hiratsuka said, waving to the bald Magecraft who was lying on the ground.

The bald Magecraft, terrified, unleashed a powerful gust of wind with his hands, propelling himself backward at breakneck speed, narrowly avoiding the thunderous punch.

The bald man released a pungent black wind that stung the eyes, stirring up dust and sand that obstructed Shizuka Hiratsuka's vision.

"Damn it! If you've got the guts, stop hiding like a rat!" Shizuka Hiratsuka launched another attack.

"Hahaha! I thought you were strong, but it turns out you're only this strong!" The bald Magecraft released a large number of small wind blades while creating distance.

Shizuka Hiratsuka chased after the bald Magecraft, but each time she was thwarted by strange Magecraft and managed to dodge them.

"Hmph, ugly woman! Don't get cocky just because you've gained some strange power. You don't even know how to fight! You have all that magic power, but you're no match for me, the famous bounty hunter!"

"It's too late for you to beg for mercy now. Damaging something beautiful goes against people's aesthetics, so let me mash your face into a honeycomb that no one can recognize! Hiccup! Hahahaha!!" The bald Magecraft, realizing that Shizuka Hiratsuka only knew how to throw punches at close range, opened his mouth wide and laughed strangely.

The bald Magecraft spread his five fingers on both hands, pointing them straight up. At the tips of his fingernails, he simultaneously released a thin black tornado more than two meters long, with a sharp and dangerous feel, like a drill or a cutting machine.

"You're just an ordinary person who doesn't even know about the Otherworld! How dare you insult someone? Behold my Black Wind Drill! I'll turn you into an ugly woman with a dozen holes in your face!"

Just then, some fallen leaves drifted over and were caught in this five-finger tornado, just like being sucked into a high-speed blender for juicing, where they were instantly pulverized.

With a wave of his hand, the bald Magecraft unleashed a black whirlwind that swept towards Shizuka Hiratsuka.

Shizuka Hiratsuka sensed something was wrong, flipped over to dodge, and the black wind drill crashed into the ground, instantly creating a deep hole in the concrete.

"Again!" The bald Magecraft waved his hand again, unleashing two black wind drills.

Shizuka Hiratsuka herself with her hands on the ground, stood upside down, and then fell forward, narrowly dodging two attacks.

"Who were you calling a rat? Let's see if you'll dodge this time!" The bald Magecraft grinned maliciously, his gaze shifting as he flicked his finger, sending a black wind drill hurtling towards Shirou was slumped on the ground.

"That despicable bastard!" Shizuka Hiratsuka lunged forward, scooped up Shirou, and dodged the attack.

"Hahaha! Fool! You can't even save your own life, yet you want to save others!" The bald Magecraft laughed wickedly, simultaneously unleashing two black wind drills at Shizuka Hiratsuka, who had bent over to save Shirou.

These two attacks were now unavoidable.

"Damn it!" Shizuka Hiratsuka gritted her teeth, turned her back to Shirou so that he would avoid the attack, and then used her own body to take the hit.

"Don't worry, Miss Jing! The boss sent me to lend you a hand!"

At this moment, a gigantic dragon phantom, resembling a giant mountain carrying a sharp peak, flew out from the card pouch hanging on the side of the transformation belt, then rushed towards the card slot in the center of the belt, carrying the cards. Red dragon patterns lit up in the center of the white transparent gem.

Then a white light appeared, which transformed into a shield with a dragon pattern, and was equipped on Shizuka Hiratsuka's arm, achieving a complementary combination of offense and defense with the gauntlets.

Shizuka Hiratsuka raised the shield on her arm, watching the black drill rushing towards her. She didn't panic; she felt like this wasn't the first time she'd experienced such a dangerous battle.

It's as if deep within her soul, there was another version of her who, with the same power, fought alongside a like-minded older sister against a martial arts master hundreds of times more terrifying than the bald man before her.