The Executioner Girl

Before leaving, Higashino Makoto thought of Psykos.

If it weren't for me, she would probably still be fine and wouldn't have encountered this undeserved disaster.

With that in mind, he took out a short staff with Resurrection Magic from his backpack.

"Hopefully you can be resurrected. If not, then you can only blame your bad luck."

"Resurrection"

A seventh-tier spell, cast on the spot where Psykos had just died.

The next moment, Psykos, with her long blue hair, appeared before him.

She looked at her hands, seemingly still unable to comprehend her current situation.

"Am I dead?"

Moreover, I feel so relaxed.

It felt as if all the heavy burdens that had been weighing on my shoulders had been lifted.

She recalled her previous situation.

Eccentrics, gods, and...

She remembered!

She looked up at Higashino Makoto, her eyes filled with fervor and faith.

"My lord, thank you very much..."

Higashino Makoto interrupted the other person.

It is still unclear whether one's Authority apply indiscriminately, only to those hostile to oneself, or some other determination.

Psykos would be better off not staying here for too long.

"Time is of the essence. We can talk about it next time we meet. I'll take you home now."

After saying that, he waved his hand and opened a large door.

On the other side of the gate, Tatsumaki and Fubuki could be vaguely seen, so he threw Psykos over there.

Then, he walked to the edge of this golden space, reached out his hand, and touched the invisible boundary with his fingertips.

The Authority of the Avici Hell condensed at his fingertips, transforming into a jet-black key. He inserted the key into the boundary and turned it.

The door opened.

"I hope the other side isn't a world like Dragon Ball."

Higashino Makoto looked at the door and took a deep breath.

"Nine Luminaries World Devourer, please don't betray your colleagues!"

He stepped into the vortex of light.

The figure disappeared into the swirling light.

The door slowly closed behind him, the key slipped from the lock, and vanished into black fragments.

Higashino Makoto stepped out of the vortex of light, his feet landing firmly on the ground.

He glanced down.

It is a magic circle, circular, about five meters in diameter, with its edges covered with densely packed runes.

The runes were slowly rotating, emitting a golden light.

He was standing in the center of the formation.

He was surrounded by a group of soldiers in black robes, each holding a spear.

A man wearing a crown stood behind the soldier.

He was in his fifties, with gray hair and a neatly trimmed beard.

He was dressed in a magnificent dark blue robe, draped in a white mink shawl, and held a golden scepter in his hand, his expression serene.

A woman was standing next to the man.

Young, in his early fifties, wearing a black robe, holding a crystal ball in his hand.

The crystal ball was glowing, its light flickering on and off.

Her brows were furrowed, her eyes fixed on the crystal ball, then on Higashino Makoto, scanning him back and forth several times.

"This person..."

Her voice was a little low, but she quickly regained her composure.

"This person's Pure Concept is abnormal. No, he doesn't seem to have been given any concept at all?"

The man in the yellow crown frowned slightly, then slammed his scepter on the ground with a dull thud.

"Not being given a concept? Isn't that just useless?"

Higashino Makoto had just raised his hand, intending to make them move away.

He still can't control the power of the Pride Demon; if even a little bit leaks out, this group of people might not even be left with ashes.

Before he could even speak, the group's actions had already angered him.

What is this? Does it treat itself like some cheap commodity?

Especially what the man in the crown said next.

"You who have lost your way, kneel down."

Higashino Makoto's hand froze in mid-air.

He looked at the man, his golden eyes devoid of any emotion.

The man in the crown felt somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze, but his arrogance remained undiminished.

"You are Lost One summoned here; according to custom, you should kneel before me."

The woman in the purple robe leaned close to the man's ear and whispered a few words, making the man's expression even more unpleasant.

He waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.

"No concept, no ability, can't even kneel? Then kick him out! The imperial city doesn't keep useless people."

Several soldiers in black robes stepped forward, pointing their Higashino Makoto, meaning, "Go on your own, don't let us do anything."

Higashino Makoto stood there, motionless.

He remembered that familiar feeling.

He knew about this world; he had watched an anime in his previous life called "The Executioner and Her Way of Life".

In this world, there exists a being called "Lost One," who are people summoned from New World.

They were given "Pure Concept" and possessed various powerful abilities.

However, some of them, if their abilities spiral out of control, will destroy the world.

Therefore, the church has a special profession called "Executioner," who is specifically responsible for killing those Lost One.

No, after reading the first episode, he angrily went to investigate the sequels and learned a lot of information.

The so-called pure concept is the inherent ability of those who have lost their way.

Those who have lost their way come into this world and are invariably given astonishing power that surpasses that of ordinary mages.

It is still unclear why they possess this power.

The more Pure Concept is exercised, the more the holder's memory and personality will be eroded, and the higher the possibility of losing control.

The growth of Pure Concept, eroding the master's spirit and spiraling out of control, can result in man-made disasters that cause immense harm.

The four events that caused immense damage— the Salt Sword, the Pandæmonium, the Mechanical Society, and the Starhusk —are known as the Four Great Calamities of Mankind.

Because it nearly destroyed the world, it was treated as a taboo.

When a transmigrator who becomes a human disaster dies, they leave behind a concept that is called "magic" and continues to be used in this world.

The summoned Japan had created a super-magical scientific civilization, achieving things like entering and leaving the universe; they were a civilization with a higher level of development than the one depicted in the story's timeline.

Simply put, this world exists by kidnapping people from New World and using the concepts they carry to fill and develop itself.

If I remember correctly, they even developed a method specifically for turning transmigrators into humanoid monsters to fill magic slots.

Even so, they propagated the Lost One were a disaster and specifically arranged for people to kill them.

Isn't this piece of junk just New World northern Myanmar?!

Ignoring the wishes of those involved, forcibly kidnapping them into this world, shamelessly draining their Pure Concept, sentencing them guilty without Judgment, and killing them at will.

"This world is a little lacking in love!"

Higashino Makoto's voice was low, tinged with displeasure.

Even though they were all Japan, they were still transmigrators, and this way of treating them made him somewhat empathetic.

The crowned man before me is probably the king of this country.

That woman in purple robes was probably a court sorcerer.

These soldiers in black robes are probably the Royal Guard.

They illegally summoned Lost One, only to find that the summoned person had no concept of existence, so they deemed him useless and wanted to discard him.

Higashino Makoto's lips curled up slightly.

He was in a bad mood.

My transformation got stuck for no reason, I couldn't go home, and I ended up fighting with a god who appeared out of nowhere for ages.

Although they won in the end, the victory was inexplicable, and they didn't even understand how they won.

Now, something's come to us.

"I'm in a bad mood anyway."

He flashed a bright smile.

"You've delivered yourselves right to my doorstep. What kind of people are you?"