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One fist stills wind and rain; across four seas, no gods remain.
No flashy process whatsoever—Bokue threw a single punch, then directly returned to ground level.
Behind him, the deep-sea behemoth—shattered into who knows how many tens of thousands of pieces—scattered downward in a flurry toward the frozen ocean.
Having witnessed the young man's explosive slaughter of the beast from start to finish on the shore, Serafall was completely stunned.
"Wow~ Bokue-kun, isn't that a bit too excessive?"
"Where?"
Bokue didn't understand what point had amazed her.
Serafall raised her hand, pointing at the massive chunks scattered across the frozen ocean surface like fresh produce at a supermarket—fragments of the deep-sea behemoth. She quietly swallowed.
"So Bokue-kun, you relied purely on brute force to smash that big black bug?"
"Yeah."
Bokue saw nothing wrong with that.
Though from Serafall's perspective, that Leviathan's armor had indeed been excessively thick, for Bokue Keikain no such problem existed.
As long as damage was high enough, one punch would obliterate everything—regardless of black shell or magical barrier, directly shattering it all. Shield, armor, and HP bar drained together, with an additional three hundred bars of debt on top.
"But earlier, big brother told me he used to be an onmyōji..."
Yume couldn't help but add a comment.
Right—what kind of onmyōji had such terrifying physical strength?
Serafall mentally complained as well.
'Sounds like a magic specialist, but turns out you maxed physical stats first?'
"Well, I'm a body trained. Onmyōji are divided into body and spell training types."
Bokue shrugged, casually making things up.
Oh, though that couldn't quite be called making things up. Theoretically speaking, his existence did prove that onmyōji could take the body training path.
Just like how Kakarot still called himself a Turtle Hermit School martial artist—but you didn't see Master Roshi activating Ultra Instinct to beat down Jiren.
"By the way, more importantly than that..."
Casually changing the subject, Bokue turned to survey the surrounding ocean.
Because Serafall's magic had been released, the previously completely frozen ocean surface had begun slowly melting and decomposing.
After all, it was summer. Sunlight intensity far exceeded winter's, and under direct solar radiation, ice and snow melted quite rapidly.
But compared to the entire frozen ocean, it was still far too slow.
"Better speed things up a bit."
Bokue pressed his ten fingers together before him, forming a hollow sphere.
Instantly, as magnetic field power spread rapidly outward with his body as the epicenter, wherever it passed, ice and snow across the ocean surface melted immediately, restoring the previous wave-tossed appearance.
Simultaneously, the artificial island that should have been empty after being restored to factory settings also began undergoing terrain changes.
Mountains and forests rose from the ground, flowery meadows manifested from thin air, followed by beaches, seawater bathing areas...
"Wow~"
Serafall's face showed amazement.
Though she didn't understand how this was accomplished, clearly—since Bokue was here—he could only be the one doing it.
"Is this... turning it into a seaside resort?"
"Pretty much."
Only after terrain adjustments completed did Bokue lower his hands again.
"Like I said before, I'm turning this place into a resort. It's conveniently empty space anyway—might as well use it."
"Mm~ not bad at all."
Serafall thought briefly before her eyes lit up involuntarily with anticipation.
"Hehehe~ choosing to become the Foreign Affairs Satan was definitely the right call. Unlike Sirzechs-chan who's stuck in the demon realm every day handling all sorts of political affairs—barely gets a few days off all year, busy spinning like a top—at least I can slack off in the human world and enjoy life a bit... Huh? Though speaking of which, Bokue-kun, isn't your resort missing something?"
"You mean a villa?"
"Obviously!"
The Satan girl placed her hands on her hips, humming proudly.
"Judging by your personality, Bokue-kun, building this kind of resort is obviously for your own use, right? After all, all of Itogami Island is your private territory. You're definitely not opening it to the public, so naturally you need a seaside luxury villa—one that can house all the girls, where you can thoroughly do this-and-that and that-and-this every day..."
"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"
Bokue urgently stopped her from continuing.
"Regarding the villa, I'll handle it later. I just remembered I have one sitting unused—I'll move it over. Anyway, don't worry about that. Also... Yume's right here. Do you really have to talk about this stuff right now..."
"Huh? What's the problem?"
Serafall looked at Bokue strangely, then made eye contact with the small nightmare girl beside him. Her expression seemed somewhat baffled.
"Yume-chan is a nightmare, isn't she?"
"What does being a nightmare have to do with anything..."
Bokue was speechless.
Seriously, even if Yume was a nightmare, she was still an elementary school nightmare. How could she possibly be like a certain pigtailed nightmare girl at home who opened her mouth with nothing but dirty jokes or just straight-up raunchy talk?
"Mm, I didn't realize Bokue-kun was so unfamiliar with nightmares."
Serafall looked somewhat troubled as she tapped her temple with her index finger.
"For nightmares, age doesn't really matter. Due to their racial characteristics, they're basically naturally knowledgeable about... mm, never mind, I won't say more."
After a brief pause, the Satan girl chose not to continue.
"So now the question arises."
Bokue turned toward the nightmare girl beside him, who for some reason seemed somewhat flustered.
"What should we do about Yume going forward?"
This was indeed a problem.
Though they'd managed through patient persuasion at the café to talk down Yume from her mental collapse—when she'd probably been planning to challenge concrete—that only addressed the immediate crisis. The underlying issues remained unresolved.
For instance, her teacher, classmates, and parents who were currently comatose in the hospital due to being affected by Yume's nightmare powers.
Setting everything else aside, for the current Eguchi Yume, returning home was definitely not an option.
And Bokue had no intention of playing family mediator. He didn't have that kind of patience.
At least based on the nightmare girl's self-reported causes and effects, if the parties involved were replaced with Bokue Keikain, the most time-efficient solution would be sinking all those people to the ocean floor along with Leviathan.
But the current party involved wasn't Bokue Keikain—it was a certain nightmare girl. So the final outcome still depended on what she herself wanted.
"I..."
Facing the gazes from both of them, the nightmare girl who'd barely regained her senses blushed slightly, pressing her cherry-pink lips together. Her small hands clasped nervously before her, seeming somewhat hesitant.
A full ten-plus seconds passed before the nightmare girl cautiously spoke.
"Yume wants to... be with big brother from now on... is that okay?"
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