...A Closed Logical Loop?

Just hearing the young man say that, the middle-aged office worker beside him gave him a distinctly strange look as well.

"All outsiders can be dealt with? That generous?"

"Yes."

After receiving another affirmative answer, the gentleman alien let out a long breath. "That does sound quite good—"

Before his words could finish—or rather, faster than the sound leaving his mouth—came a complete "zero-frame startup"! A white wave suddenly tore through the air!

Boom!!!

Like muffled thunder rolling through the sky, a tremendous roar suddenly erupted in the air!

At the same instant, the young man before him vanished without warning, reappearing atop a nearby building in the blink of an eye!

He seemed to land lightly and steadily, yet the force that surged out turned the surrounding air into great white "spray," scattering in turbulent waves!

One hand still held the black-framed glasses that had fallen due to inertia. His long hair had clearly been thrown into disarray by the sudden high-speed movement, spilling loose around him and still concealing his eyes.

Meanwhile, the floor beneath the middle-aged office worker groaned under the unbearable strain, cracks spreading everywhere alongside signs that it was about to shatter.

Yet for some reason, that ordinary concrete structure held on by sheer force and did not collapse outright.

"Hmm, I forgot—looks like I should add a restriction. Messengers among the outsiders are excluded."

Realizing his own slight oversight.

Faced with that casual strike, as though it had merely been a greeting, the young man did not seem especially surprised. He simply folded up his glasses and slipped them into his pocket.

Instead, Alien Mephilas, who had taken the initiative to attack, seemed rather impressed. "It was only a joke—yet with a biological body of this level, you can control magnetic fields so precisely?