“Natsumi, how did you…”
Seeing Natsumi thrown in, wrapped in two tentacles, Wakaba-senpai quickly caught her, then turned to look at the two monsters that had started fighting.
“What’s going on?”
“This is a bit complicated to explain, but in short, Mu… it’s different from other monsters,” Natsumi silently complained bitterly about Nagumo, who actually just threw her in like that.
But now wasn’t the time to talk about that.
“Luckily we made it in time, otherwise… Touka, are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” the girl, having survived a close call, wiped her eyes while lying on the ground.
After being helped up, she looked towards the shattered window.
The battlefield of the two monsters had already moved into the infirmary.
The walls cracked, the floor shook, and all the glass windows shattered.
Nagumo endured the pain, looking at the tentacles it had bitten off.
He hadn’t expected this elite monster, a mini-boss, to be so strong.
Purely in terms of tentacle strength, he had the upper hand, but whenever he crushed its tentacles, this disgusting worm would bite off his own tentacles with its anus-like mouth.
In the end, it was a mutual defeat.
Should he make a run for it?
Nagumo felt like retreating.
He glanced at the few miserable students.
Honestly, if he hadn’t appeared, that girl named Touka would definitely have been toyed with by the monster, and even corrupted right in front of her own brother…
Damn, wasn’t this a standard h-game plot?
Actually, Nagumo really disliked such yellow-haired plots, but… no matter how indignant he was, his own life was still the most important.
Just as he was about to retreat, his peripheral vision caught Natsumi’s concerned and worried gaze among the students.
She held her hands to her chest, staring intently at him.
Natsumi was truly worried.
Before, he had easily strangled monsters, but now he was in a stalemate.
This was the first time he had encountered such a formidable monster.
Was he, Nagumo, alright?
The girl was very worried.
Seeing this, Nagumo sighed softly.
If he left now, none of those girls would escape; they would become this monster’s breeding machines… Tsk, Nagumo glanced at his system panel.
[Evolution Points: 68/100]
“Even if I’ve become a monster, my values, emotions, and feelings are still the same as a human’s…”
In terms of injuries, this guy was still worse off.
Nagumo once again dodged the biting anus-like mouth that lunged at him, sticking to the ceiling.
As his tentacles swayed, they shot out like raindrops, landing on the monster’s back.
Pfft, pfft, pfft————
“GAAAAAAAA——————!!!!”
The struggling, writhing worm roared and turned to bite a tentacle.
Nagumo didn’t dodge, enduring the pain and frantically strangling its body.
Foul, disgusting, viscous blood splattered from the worm monster’s body.
Cut—!
Tear—!
Hiss————!!
The worm Tentacle Monster, its breath gradually weakening, roared and whimpered.
Like a dying surge of energy, a terrifying force erupted from it, but it didn’t make a last-ditch attack on Nagumo.
Instead, it shot out tentacles towards the students.
Natsumi and the others were scared stiff.
Nagumo reacted quickly, swiftly giving chase, severing the last tentacle, and then unleashing terrifying power to tear the disgusting worm monster to shreds.
Pfft————!
Its body, torn into pieces, splattered the floor with gore.
Nagumo’s tentacles also drooped to the ground, with broken, bleeding wounds, looking quite miserable.
He didn’t care about his own injuries, however, and frowned, staring at Matsubara Touka.
“That needle… it shot out from the tentacle.
Was that what it wanted to do before it died?” Nagumo saw it clearly.
As he shredded the worm monster’s last tentacle, a needle as fine as a hair shot out from it, piercing Matsubara Touka’s leg.
He simply didn’t have time to stop it.
“Forget it, I’m not a saint after all, and I can’t save everyone,” As long as Natsumi was fine, that was enough.
He glanced at the system panel, which showed “[Evolution Points + 50],” meaning he had already accumulated enough points for his first evolution, making all these injuries on his body insignificant.
Nagumo didn’t linger, turning and jumping out the window.
“Wait—!”
Seeing him leave, the stunned Natsumi finally came to her senses.
Nagumo’s horrifying wounds made her worried, and she wanted to call out to him, but Matsubara Houichi, who was beside her, grabbed her arm.
“Don’t go over there!”
“He’s injured…” Why was he leaving so quickly?
If he was injured, he should stay here and recuperate.
Although he killed the monster, he… was seriously injured, and there was a first-aid kit here.
Natsumi was very anxious, the worry on the ponytail girl’s face unconcealed.
Wakaba-senpai, carrying her longbow, looked at Natsumi with a strange expression.
Why was she so worried about that monster?
“That guy is a monster.
Even if he’s injured, he could easily kill us.”
Matsubara Houichi shook his head.
“Matsubara Houichi, what do you mean by that?” Natsumi was a little angry.
“He saved us, and he saved Touka!
Otherwise, we would all have died here!
And even…”
Thinking of the miserable state of the girls she had seen earlier, Natsumi bit her cherry lips.
“…Of course I know, and I’m very grateful that it saved Touka, but a monster is a monster after all.
No one knows what its purpose was in saving us, and no one knows what it’s thinking or if it will suddenly attack.”
He can communicate!
Natsumi hadn’t had time to speak before her Childhood friend interrupted her again.
“Natsumi, it’s too dangerous.”
Listening to her Childhood friend, Matsubara Houichi, repeatedly call him a monster, Natsumi’s body trembled, and she felt inexplicably sad, tears welling in her eyes.
Actually, what Matsubara Houichi said was true; he was also concerned about her.
But… it was precisely because of this that Natsumi felt sad, not for herself, but for Nagumo-kun.
Matsubara Houichi’s heart trembled, seeing his Childhood friend’s expression for the first time.
The ponytail girl silently looked away, saying nothing.
Seeing his Childhood friend’s silence, Matsubara Houichi breathed a sigh of relief, “Besides, I didn’t drive it away; it left on its own, didn’t it?”
Natsumi still didn’t respond.
Wakaba-senpai looked at the stiff atmosphere between the Childhood friends and was about to try to ease it.
She also felt that the Tentacle Monster was different from other monsters, and judging by Natsumi’s expression, she seemed to know some secrets.
“Let’s not talk about this for now, we need to leave here quickly… Touka?!”
Matsubara Touka, lying in Wakaba-senpai’s arms, suddenly underwent a strange change.
Wakaba-senpai watched wide-eyed as veins bulged on her neck, and Matsubara Touka’s eyes gradually turned blood-red.
“Ahhhhhh!!!”
“Touka?
What’s wrong with you?!”
Forgetting their anger, Natsumi and Matsubara Houichi quickly looked at the girl trembling on the ground, until they saw tentacles bursting from her back.
The three people beside her felt their pupils tremble and their scalps tingle.
They instinctively retreated a few steps.
“What is this?!
Why did Touka turn into this?!
Touka!
Touka?!!!” Matsubara Houichi collapsed to the ground in disbelief, unable to accept what was happening before his eyes.
His younger sister… grew tentacles?
Matsubara Touka, with blood-red eyes, looked at her body in confusion, then at her friends, who were stunned in front of her.
“Brother…”
Her innocent, confused expression suddenly changed.
She frowned in thought, then seemed to understand something and began to laugh, her smile full of cunning, madness, and yandere-like intensity.
“Hehe… I didn’t expect it to turn out this way…”
Touka?
Was that person still Touka?
“Run!
Get out of here quickly!”
Natsumi shouted a reminder.
“What are you saying?
Touka is still there!
She—”
“Matsubara Houichi, you said that a monster is a monster after all,” Matsubara Touka’s cunning smile made Natsumi’s hair stand on end.
“The former Touka was, of course, still your sister, but now…”
Matsubara Houichi was dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at his Childhood friend, shaking his head in anger.
“Natsumi!
Touka is my sister!
Don’t confuse her with that monster!!!
They… are completely different things!”
Natsumi didn’t respond, her cherry lips pursed and her eyes complex.
She was a girl who had once been intimately close with her Childhood friend, their relationship very good, even harboring a slight fondness and faint affection for Matsubara Houichi.
Now, however, an inexplicable rift had appeared.
A chasm between Childhood friends.
She said nothing, gazing at the yandere-smiling Matsubara Touka in front of her.
She was strange, terrifying, and Natsumi felt her smile was full of malice, giving her a very bad feeling.
Natsumi’s mind paused.
Wait, Touka had turned into a monster, but he, the Tentacle Monster, could communicate, liked to eat, could use a phone, even type… and he had his own name!
Could he also be a human who had transformed?
A bold idea sprouted in Natsumi’s mind.