Magician in Type-Moon

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How could a private individual possibly have the equipment to support him in doing this kind of live broadcast in such an environment?

This is a common principle in the world, and it's understandable that Aozaki Touko, as a magician, might overlook it.

After all, none of the ordinary people present noticed this problem.

Of course, given enough time, Aozaki Touko will be able to grasp this difference.

However, the way this guy on the screen did things at the beginning made it too easy for people to have preconceived notions, unless they had assumed beforehand that this little devil with explosive powers possessed future vision.

Even Matouike might need a while to react.

Orange touched her glasses, pondered Matou Ike's words for a moment, and asked:

Do you think this guy has the same eyes as you?

Matou Ike knew that Aozaki Touko had a wonderful misunderstanding about him, but he didn't intend to deny it. Anyway, after a while, he would indeed have future vision.

"That's true, but his eyes should be classified as futuristic vision."

"Testing? It does look very similar, but those are foul eyes." Orange nodded.

At the same time, the masked explosion demon on the screen smiled slightly:

"Alright, your time for whispering is over."

Chapter 265 Do you want to dance too?

His voice echoed throughout the hall through the loudspeakers, each word seeming to provoke everyone's nerves.

As the words fell, the sound of rain pattering through the broken window could be faintly heard, accompanied by occasional thunder, which only amplified the oppressive atmosphere of the moment.

"Now, let's get down to business," the masked man said slowly, his tone full of mockery. "The rules are simple—if you don't do as I say, then prepare for the next fireworks display. But don't expect it to be as spectacular this time."

"Now, gentlemen, please find a lady within three minutes, hold hands, and hug her." He paused, seemingly to savor the expressions of panic and confusion on the faces of the people present.

"As for those who haven't found a partner—" he drawled, the black-rimmed mask around his eyes appearing even more eerie on the screen, "they will face the corresponding punishment. Believe me, that's not the ending you want."

The hall erupted in commotion. People recovered from their initial shock, and some immediately ran towards those nearby, trying to grab a female companion, their eyes filled with helplessness and anxiety.

Orange stood still, her expression showing no sign of panic, but rather as if she were watching this farce with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

About seven or eight people stood alone in the center, their expressions growing increasingly panicked, cold sweat beading on their foreheads. They seemed to realize they were about to face a terrible end. At that moment, driven by both fear and pressure, the "war" began.

The ratio of men to women at the dinner party was not one to one, which meant that not all men could find a female companion.

In just 30 seconds, all the women on site had been divided up.

Several men were unwilling to accept their fate. Their eyes scanned the nearby men who had already found partners like prey. Then, without hesitation, a few rushed over and tried to snatch the other men's female companions.

Pulling, arguing, and even shoving ensued, and the scene became extremely chaotic.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

One of the men, trying to protect his female companion, shouted angrily and held her tightly with both hands to prevent her from being taken away.

But another lone man shoved him aside without hesitation, coldly saying, "Either I die, or you die. Don't blame me!"

Within seconds, the entire banquet hall was filled with chaotic sounds of fighting and screams.

Those unaccompanied men, like trapped beasts, driven by fear, began to frantically fight for a sliver of life.

The horrific scene unfolded like a battlefield, while the masked Explosion Demon watched it all silently, his eyes filled with deep mockery and satisfaction.

"What should we do now?" Aozaki Touko asked Matou Ike, who had somehow gotten close to him.

“I’ve already sent the bugs to infiltrate the floor compartments to find the bomb,” Matou Ike replied.

At this moment, a few clueless individuals approached the location of Matou Ike and Aozaki Touko.

Because they discovered that although the two were standing very close, they did not hug each other as the "devil" on the screen had said.

This means they still have a chance.

Matou Ike sighed, preparing to use a little trick to teach the person in front of him a lesson.

But the next moment, Orange hugged him and grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing?" Matou Ike asked, somewhat puzzled.

This threat was utterly insignificant to the two of them; he also wanted to test what kind of punishment the bomb-wielding demon had mentioned.

“I know one of those people, so it’s hard to refuse,” Orange said.

Matou Ike looked at her suspiciously, thinking, "Does a Grand Doll Master like you still care about human relationships in the mortal world?"

Orange couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at Matou Ike's slightly furrowed brows.

"What, are you shy?"

Kirichi just rolled his eyes at her, but his mind was already racing.

Manipulating the insects, Matou Ike's attention shifted to every corner of the banquet hall.

His insects silently infiltrated various key locations.

They quickly located three bombs in the gap between the floor and the ceiling, using the Foresight Spell in conjunction with the Deconstruction Eye.

Matouike quickly began analyzing the structure of these bombs.

As he expected, the bomb's design was not complicated.

He sneered; this level of trap was nothing more than a minor skirmish.

But the next moment, a sound rang out.

"It's a pity that there are still eight gentlemen who haven't found a female companion, but considering that this is their first time playing the game, I'll waive the punishment."

No sooner had the words been spoken than three explosions rang out before the eight unlucky men could even breathe a sigh of relief.

This corresponds perfectly to the 3-3-2 formation of these eight people.

The explosion came suddenly, accompanied by a violent tremor. The eight people were thrown off their feet by the shockwave, but their lives were not in danger.

The masked man on the screen spoke again, his tone full of mockery.

"How could the punishment be waived? Haha... It's impossible, isn't it? I might spare your lives the first time, but it won't be so easy next time."

Orange glanced at the man on the screen, her face still bearing a relaxed smile, but a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

"He's putting pressure on others, and I'm afraid he'll come up with something even more outrageous next time."

A blush suddenly appeared on her face, as if she had thought of something terrible.

But seeing that Matou Ike's brows were slightly furrowed, he suppressed his emotions and asked:

"what happened?"

"Those three bombs are exactly the ones I just found."

"It is Matouchi," Matouchi replied.

Aozaki Touko also understood what Matou Ike meant.

He curled his lips and said:

"That's what future vision is all about. You're always one step ahead of others in action. Don't you even prioritize your eyes?"

At this moment, the voice from the speakers rang out again, interrupting Aozaki Touko's words.

"Now, let's play an even more fun game. Those of you who want to survive, please perform a waltz for me now. The person who dances the best will receive a reward!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a dance tune began.

A melodious waltz slowly began to play amidst the chaos following the explosion, creating a bizarre contrast.

Those who had found dance partners, despite their fear and anxiety, were forced under immense pressure to obediently begin dancing to the music.

The lights in the hall were dimly restored, but the oppressive atmosphere still lingered in every corner.

Aozaki Touko sighed softly, looked at Matou Ike who was still thinking, and then grabbed his hand without hesitation, pulling him towards the center of the dance floor.

"Don't think about it anymore. Since this is a 'game,' let's just go with the flow," Orange said, her usual playful smile still on her face.

Matou Ike didn't react for a moment, and was led to the center by Touko.

Chapter 266 Forget Your Troubles

Dance seems to be an instinct etched into human bones; no matter the environment, the body will always move involuntarily to the rhythm of music.

The waltz was originally a court dance, but due to its widespread popularity, it has become more of a dance style that some people want to deliberately create a certain mood or atmosphere for over time.

It's difficult for anyone to truly escape the true charm of the waltz.

Orange lightly spun him around, her movements as elegant as a dance king.

Her steps were light and her demeanor composed, as if she were at an ordinary dinner party, completely oblivious to the dangers around her.

Matou Ike appeared slightly stiff, his mind clearly not on the matter, but he still tried his best to follow Touko's rhythm and maintain a calm demeanor.

"See, isn't it easier than I imagined?" Orange looked up at him, her tone light and cheerful.

"That guy has future vision from the measurement system."

Matou Ike's voice was mixed in with the music, but it was clearly irrelevant to the question.

Aozaki Touko felt a little disappointed.

"so what?"

"Magic must be something unorthodox to him. Without the understanding of magic, it would be impossible for someone with non-prophetic future vision to detonate the bomb before me."

The music was a bit loud, so Matou Ike changed her approach, using synesthesia to establish a channel for dialogue between herself and Aozaki Touko.

"...You're thinking about too many things, Matou," Touko said with a faint smile.

"What do you mean?" Matou Ike was taken aback.

"I mean you're overthinking things, whether it's about today's incident or the things you did with Araya before!"

After Aozaki Touko finished speaking, she pushed Matou Ike away, but still held onto Matou Ike's hand. Then she spun around and slid back to Matou Ike's side.

"What you're thinking right now is that the guy up there might already know about you beforehand, right?" Orange continued.

Matou Ike nodded: "Indeed, if he only knew I was a magician, he wouldn't have reacted that way..."