NOVEL NEXT Chapter 38: Strange old women!
Strange old women!
Chapter 38: die! Die! Die! Die to my bullets! Ahhahahahah!
Author: Yay! The magical world is here!
Vira: Or simply hell, for short.
Author (asks in a bewildered tone): TF are you talking about?
Vira: A world where I have literally no clue what's going on, and my emotions are subject to a wild joyride? Yeah, sounds like hell to me.
The day was July 1st, 1991. Vira had lived in this world for nearly 12 years, or 4,304 days to be exact.
Perhaps being born in the coldness of September 18th, or the harsh winds he experienced as an infant, was the cause. No matter what it was, it had made Vira fond of basking in the sun.
Not under the harsh midday rays, but in the gentle warmth near the end of the day. Every summer afternoon, around three or four p.m., Vira would step out of his large room.
Although spacious and supposedly a bedroom, it was not much of either—the animals wandering around had claimed most of the space, leaving little room to move. While Vira did sleep there, it also doubled as a workspace, since he rarely left his bed unless he was traveling.
It was a blessing that he had nearly a hundred caretakers in his household; otherwise, the sheer stench from that many animals would have choked him to death.
Either way, the first day of summer marked the beginning of his daily sunbathing ritual, and so, like every year, he stepped outside. Near the door, his usual stack of wine was waiting for him. Every time he finished a bottle, an unusually large bird would bring him another and carry away the empty one, delivering it to the maids.
Speaking of unusual birds, there were quite a few owls near him. He knew they were new, as Silas had not mentioned them or provided any details. But they were beautiful—some white, some brown—and all were well-groomed and striking. They were large, yes, but their immaculate feathers were pleasant to look at. Their numbers weren't overwhelming, just around a dozen, arriving at different times.
The strangest part was probably their fondness for cages. Most birds and animals longed for freedom, a desire that had influenced Vira as well. He had designed every place of stay to be spacious, each with a vast garden—not for decoration or leisure, but as an endless meadow of grass or snow, depending on the season. A few man-made rivers flowed through the land, but there were no seating areas, no ornamental structures—just nature, stretching infinitely. A few trees stood scattered, but nothing more.
And in that meadow, Vira lay on the ground. Around him, his friends rested—some animals basking in the sun beside him, others playing, swimming, or roaming freely. No matter what they were doing, to Vira, it was like a soothing background melody, filling him with peace. With the occasional sip of sweet wine, this was nothing short of heaven on earth.
But this was all interpreted, at least for Vira and Silas, as the work of an ugly old man... ahem! Nicolas came here with his work to ruin the fun. As usual, after winding up a bit on the talented siblings, whose parents Vira had killed or indirectly caused the death of, and Peter, the discussion took its usual turn. However, before anything could go further, Nicolas, like always, forced Vira to drop the bottle of wine. This time, he threw it, but since this had happened many, many times over the years, Vira didn't care. It was just the usual.
What was different this time was that the bird that usually transported the wine bottles seemed to be in a rush, almost as if someone else might take his job if he were late. Considering that the owls, who reluctantly came out of their cages, were staring at the bottle, his job was probably in jeopardy.
No matter what the reason was, the place was still in good condition for a teacher's home visit, even though Vira had never attended one. But if there was a surprise visit from a teacher, they wouldn't find him drinking, nor would they see any trace of it. 😉
Setting that aside, back to the original topic: the strange kitty.
It was a sleek tabby cat, its fur marked with precisely symmetrical lines, giving it a sharp, almost regal appearance. The distinctive square-shaped markings around its eyes mirrored the stern spectacles she wore as a human, adding an air of intelligence and authority even in feline form.
The cat moved with unerring grace, each step deliberate. Its tail flicked only when necessary—never out of idle curiosity, but rather as a silent punctuation of thought. Its sharp green eyes were always watchful, piercing through the dim light with an almost unnerving intensity, as if it saw far more than it let on. Unlike ordinary cats, there was no playful hesitation in its movements—only the poise of a creature that knew its place and had no intention of being underestimated.
Even in silence, the tabby's presence commanded respect, its stillness more powerful than any spoken word.
Such a presence had intruded upon their conversation. It was nothing on its own, but the strange fact was that, in such an open meadow, the tabby had managed to enter this highly guarded estate—and, on top of that, it seemed to have been unnoticed by the animals around it. Vira would have been notified the instant the creatures around him sensed any foreign presence, but it didn't happen this time.
But even with such a strange occurrence, Vira did not seem to care. One part of me thought that Vira was simply not awake enough from the effects of the wine, but peraphs the graceful appearance of the cat combined with the kindness it exuded might be the main reason why Vira was so careless, or even unnoticeable, of such a weird event.
Vira had squatted down on the grass, and just as he stretched his hands to touch the cat, he regretted his decision. The cat's body began to change in a way that Vira didn't think was even possible.
The tabby cat, standing on the newly grown grass, gave a single, deliberate flick of its tail. A moment later, its entire body shivered—not with the cold, but with an eerie, fluid motion that seemed to ripple through its very bones.
The feline shape began to expand, its fur flattening and shifting like ink spreading across parchment.
It probably would have changed a bit more, but a sudden gunshot forced it to dodge mid-transformation. Seeing this weird phenomenon, Vira reacted and drew a gun from his back pocket.
But he soon realized he had missed, as the cat changed its position mid-transformation. Seeing this, Vira shouted both in his mind and aloud, "Runnnnnnn!"
Hearing this startled both Nicolas, who was shielded by Vira's body from seeing the scene, and the animals, who did not understand why they had to run. But both of them trusted Vira immensely, and just as a flock of birds flew away, the animals lying on the ground, including the little ones playing, ran as fast as they could in every direction.
If they were untrained like the owls, they would have flown toward Vira to protect him from any harm. But no, they were trained to run towards the walls and then be guided into a safe house.
The shot had managed to not only stop the transformation midway for a while but also alerted the guards. James was the first to react, joining Vira as they began using their pistols to attack together. However, that had no result. The cat had now completely transformed—its limbs stretched, paws lengthened into fingers, and in the blink of an eye, the pointed ears softened into the sharp, familiar silhouette of a strict yet dignified woman.
Within seconds, where the cat had sat, now stood Professor Minerva McGonagall—her emerald robes swishing faintly as they settled into place. A single silver strand of hair, previously part of her tabby markings, now rested neatly in her tight bun. She adjusted her square glasses with a small, precise motion, her expression unreadable—except for the sharp glint in her eyes, as if the cat within her still lingered, watchful and calculating.
Alongside her change in appearance, she also held a wand in her arms, and with a simple wave of it, all the bullets seemed to vanish. No, not vanish. Vira, who had yet to run and was still shooting, was close enough that with his superior physical prowess, he could see that every time the bullets came near her, they changed into snowflakes. The beauty and elegance of such a thing would have charmed anyone who saw them, but Vira was the only one who noticed—too busy regretting his actions. The others couldn't see it.
Yes, it was regret that filled Vira's mind. He had asked his talents to create a variety of tools and items, but even when his influence spread around the world none fo the people he found were supernatural, and because of the fact that he attributed his charm to his reincarnation, there wasn't much investment in the "defense against supers" project he had created. There were a few, but none were useful for countering abilities like this one—most were for reconnaissance.
So, with nothing to defend against this weird old woman who had popped out of nowhere, all he could do was hope the bullets would keep her occupied long enough to buy time. Time for his soldiers to arrive, time for RPGs and other destructive weapons to come, and even time for him and his people to run far enough so he could call an airstrike on this entire area—and possibly even nuke it.
As such thoughts raced through his mind, his soldiers began to pour in, emptying their bullets at the strange woman, who remained unharmed amid the barrage. Vira retreated toward the back, near Nicolas, waiting for the helicopter to arrive, ready to escape. And it did—after a few tense minutes, the helicopter finally came.
But just as Vira was about to board the vehicle, something changed. The woman, who had been locked in place by the fire, vanished. Although her appearance, with a simple flick of her wand, seemed effortless, she had been trapped by the barrage. But now, she disappeared into thin air.
A chill ran down Vira's spine when he saw this, and it worsened when he sensed the shock of Nicolas, who was staring behind him. More specifically, Vira felt a presence—something behind him.
THE END!
there are two things i want to say or ask
Firstly, do you like the way i did it. like every fanfic i read had the mc and family simply accepting the strange occurance like they lived most of their life in a normal and when there was somthing that could impact their views after bit of adjustment they simply accepted it.
secondly, i am sorry for the way i wrote not the things that happened but going way too much in detail about the place and what vira did. its just that there is not much detail on how the muggles are introduced and also i cant just accept the fact that vira wont use the resources at his disposal and that he will stay calm and wait for nearly two months doing nothing about the new world he was introduced to but if i just kept throwing info dumps it just gonna get boring so as a bit of an adjustment phase this chapter was put into place.Pls tell me you guys dont hate it cause i myself am contaplating on wether or not its needed
ps: i dont check grammer on anything aside from the novel chap itself so good luck in understanding it!