122, the Largest Academic Clique, Seekers of Truth

He wasn't lying. As for Raphael, the only thing he could do was cut her open and study her, while also ensuring she stayed alive.

It couldn't be helped. The Real world hadn't yet reached the point of a fight to the death.

The man in the white suit wore a faint smile, a glimmer reflecting beneath his slightly yellow-tinted sunglasses.

"I only wanted to make the clam and snipe fight so the fisherman could profit, but it seems I've uncovered quite an incredible secret."

Who would dare believe that Heinna, once the goddess of countless geniuses and the universally acknowledged healing angel, had now completely vanished from this world, replaced by a genuine healing angel?

Raphael, huh.

Those dead old men from The Church really were irritating.

If you asked me, the representatives from Hell and the Council were ultimately too merciful... Or were they simply too confident in their own strength to care?

But no matter what, as long as I hold Raphael in my hand, regardless of the final outcome, I can at least make The Church bleed heavily. Overall, she's a pretty good card, isn't she?

The man chuckled. Ignoring the furious looks directed at him, he flicked his left hand, and countless mechanical troops surged forward in an instant—

Completely invading the world containing the entire building and dragging it into Arsenal Nation's formatting did more than prevent the internal battle from being observed by the Hunters. It also kept those inside from noticing any abnormalities outside. The suited man was very confident about that.

Still, considering the information-flow disturbance from earlier, although he had cut off their permissions, it was certain they had discovered him as well. Tch. Were there other forces nearby?

Then he needed to end this quickly.

As he thought, several