Shards of glass spun as they fell to the ground. At the same time, the virus suddenly spread out—but in an instant, everything slowed down. Then, as if a tape were rewinding, everything before their eyes gradually returned to normal. Under Kihara Gensei and Shokuhou Misaki's astonished gazes, everything was restored to how it had been.
"H-How is this possible?!"
Kihara Gensei finally could not hold himself back. He grabbed the bottle floating in midair, desperately trying to do something, but the glass bottle that had looked so fragile moments ago, as though it would shatter with a squeeze, was now like cast iron. No matter how Kihara Gensei tugged at it, it would not budge.
"Generally speaking, I respect the elderly and care for the young. But you're an exception."
Fang Zheng stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze icy as he looked at Kihara Gensei. If he had merely been an ordinary elderly villain, Fang Zheng could have simply sent him home with Instant Kill Mortals. But Kihara Gensei was different. He had personally directed countless inhumane brain-development projects. It could be said that eighty percent of Academy City's dark research had either been directly overseen by him or was connected to him. Thousands upon thousands of children had suffered inhuman torment because of him. Fang Zheng felt that simply letting someone like this die would be letting him off far too easily.
Logically speaking, Fang Zheng should have sent him to the eighteen layers of hell. But he would not do that. First, his divine realm did not have eighteen layers of hell. Second, Fang Zheng was the God of Magical Girls. Even if there were a hell, it would be for Magical Girls who had gone astray. An old geezer like him wanted