Back then, I devised a meticulous three-step plan to cross into another world and find Anna. It was a journey that tested every ounce of my determination and ingenuity.
Step 1: Document the missing persons, protect that information from World Correction.
Every trace of data was critical. I scoured city police databases, telecom records, internet service providers, real estate agencies, and even my extensive network of security cameras and drones. The phenomenon I had come to call World Correction erased all evidence of a person’s existence once they were summoned into another world. Memories faded, records disappeared, and even their loved ones seemed to forget.
But for some reason, I could resist it. Ever since I overcame its effect the first time, information I committed to memory remained untouched, safeguarded in my mind like a vault immune to external tampering.
With this ability, I documented countless cases of people disappearing into thin air. Each case contributed to a growing database—painstakingly detailed records of dates, locations, and circumstances. This information would form the foundation for the next step.
Step 2: Deploy Advanced Artificial Intelligence for Deep Pattern Analysis and Prediction
The next hurdle was deciphering the seemingly random patterns of these summoning events. The raw data was too vast and chaotic for human analysis.
That’s where artificial intelligence came in.
I developed a specialized AI algorithm designed to continuously process and refine its predictions in real time. This AI analyzed thousands of variables: weather conditions, lunar phases, electromagnetic disturbances, population density, and even fluctuations in city power grids. Its mission was to identify correlations and patterns that would pinpoint summoning events.
Initially, it was like searching for a needle in an ocean. The patterns eluded even the AI’s cutting-edge capabilities. But over time, the system grew smarter. The data revealed two key predictors: fluctuations in the city’s power grid and the alignment of certain stars.
With this breakthrough, the AI narrowed its focus to five key locations in Japan: Akihabara, Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden, Tokyo Dome City Attractions, Sakura Senior High School, and Roppongi Hills.
By the time the AI reached a 96% prediction accuracy, I was no longer wandering aimlessly. I was being guided directly to where the next event would occur. Real-time alerts ensured I was always one step ahead.
However, even with this advantage, one insurmountable challenge remained.
Step 3: Break the barrier to access the magic circle.
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The final step was the most daunting: finding a way to hijack the summoning magic and enter the other world myself.
The barrier surrounding the summoning circle was unlike anything I had ever encountered. Every attempt to breach it failed spectacularly. Swords, explosives, even high-powered lasers—none of it made a dent. It was as if the universe itself mocked my efforts, keeping me tantalizingly close yet insurmountably far from Anna.
Weeks turned into months, and months stretched into years. Progress seemed impossible.
Then, one fateful day in Roppongi Hills, everything changed.
The breakthrough.
I stood guard over one of the predicted summoning sites, my custom shotgun loaded and ready. As the clock ticked down, the barrier shimmered into existence right on schedule.
A man appeared within it, thrashing and shouting for help. His pleas were futile—the barrier was impervious to sound, and no one could breach it. I readied my weapon, prepared for yet another fruitless attempt.
But then…
Crack.
The sound was faint yet unmistakable.
The man struck the barrier one last time, and to my utter astonishment, it shattered like fragile glass! The same barrier I had spent years trying to destroy crumbled before my eyes. He stumbled out, gasping for air, utterly unaware of the miracle he had just performed.
I rushed to his side.
“How did you do that?” I demanded, gripping his shoulders.
He stared at me, bewildered. “Do what?”
“Break the barrier!” I pressed, my desperation evident.
He shrugged, confused and unhelpful. My patience snapped. I needed answers, and I needed them now.
“Two hundred million dollars!” I blurted. “Give me everything you’re wearing, right now!”
The man froze, stunned by the absurdity of my offer. But the promise of such an astronomical sum was too tempting to resist. Within minutes, he had handed over all his belongings, and I examined them meticulously.
Among the items, one stood out.
A ring.
A platinum ring!
Turns out, platinum was the missing piece all along. It was the sole element capable of shattering that maddening barrier…
And that was how I achieved my goal: hijacking into another world.
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Back to the moment.
The knowledge I have gained was immediately put to use. The platinum bullet tears through Bromrik’s barrier and drills into his skull.
Yet, an unsettling silence swiftly envelops the scene.
Bromrik is dead.
But why are these slaves still standing?
“Master, get down NOW!”
Sophia’s frantic scream pierces through the air, jolting me into action. I instinctively ducks and twists, narrowly avoiding a glinting blade aimed at my neck. The moonlit sheen on the blade reveals its wielder.
Freaking moon elf!
Before I can even process this, another dagger slices through the air. Though I tried, I couldn’t fully evade it, and it raked my arm, opening a deep, searing wound.
Backpedaling, I glance at the bleeding gash, feel the hot trickle of blood. In my mind, I have been certain, certain that once the master fell, the slaves would be dead as well. But as I turn to Bromrik, my heart drops.
The wound I have inflicted, the wound that should’ve ended him, is gone! He isn’t down. Not even close!
Confusion swirls within me.
How?
HOW THE FUCK THAT BASTARD STILL LIVE???
But there’s no time to think.
“End him! NOW!” Bromrik screeches in rage. At his behest, a horde of slaves jumps at me, launching an all-out attack!
I need to act, and fast!
“Sapphire!”