Multiversal Friendship System

A blonde loli using his arm as a pillow, peacefully asleep…

Souta wasn't exactly surprised by this scene.

He recalled the events of Kizumonogatari—

And immediately understood.

This young girl, dressed in a puffy Victorian dress and lantern pants, looking around ten years old—

Was none other than Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade.

After drinking his blood—

She had successfully regenerated her limbs.

But—

One human's worth of blood wasn't enough to restore her full power.

She was forced to shrink her body—

Returning to her ten-year-old form.

Now—

She looked as cute as a porcelain doll.

"Copper… has been refined..."

Souta muttered in amusement.

Then—

He slowly slid his arm out from under her head.

And with his right hand—

He reached over and rubbed Kiss-Shot's soft stomach.

"Hey! Kiss-Shot, wake up."

"Zzzzzzz..."

She let out a soft snore.

Souta rubbed her stomach again.

"Wake up, wake up, stop sleeping already."

"Mmm… don't bother me… mm… mm… zzz…"

Kiss-Shot mumbled sleepily—

Then, like a lazy fish, she rolled over.

"Oi! Get up already, I need to ask you something."

Souta couldn't reach her stomach anymore,

So he pushed her shoulder instead.

"Five more minutes…"

She refused to move—

Curling up like a lazy cat basking on a warm floor.

A five-hundred-year-old vampire… and she still has the habit of sleeping in?!

Souta felt speechless.

No self-discipline at all!

You've lived for over five hundred years, and you're still…?

Wait.

Never mind.

After a series of relentless disturbances—

Kiss-Shot finally cracked open one eye.

She glanced at Souta with an annoyed expression—

An unspoken warning flashing in her gaze—

A silent threat:

"Bother me again, and I won't hold back."

Then—

She closed her eye again.

And went back to sleep.

She's got serious morning grumpiness…

Souta thought to himself.

He'd heard that people with low blood pressure often acted like this.

Did vampires have high and low blood pressure too?

After thinking for a moment—

Souta decided to let her sleep.

If he kept waking her up,

It felt like he was digging his own grave.

I'll wait until she wakes up on her own.

So—

Souta got up from the floor.

Thanks to his newly gained night vision—

He walked effortlessly toward the classroom door,

Opened it—

And stepped into the hallway.

The hallway windows were also boarded up.

No sunlight seeped through.

Souta checked his system phone.

The time displayed was 2:00 PM.

Since each world had different time flows,

The system phone automatically corrected it.

"I wonder how much time has passed in the real world…"

He tapped open the Mission System.

No completion notice popped up.

Of course.

Saving Kiss-Shot wasn't the only objective.

To complete the mission—

He needed to:

✔ Ensure Kiss-Shot survived (Done.)

🔲 Help her fully recover

🔲 Help her overcome her will to die

Souta sighed.

"I never thought it would come to this."

His original plan had been simple—

Feed Shinobu his blood,

Immediately return home,

And avoid the risk of being eaten.

After that—

He could ask Kurumi for help,

Or use the Invitation Letter to fix his blood loss.

In other words—

He never planned to complete this mission.

He had even accepted losing the reward.

But he miscalculated.

Now—

Here he was.

"Well, since I'm already this deep in… might as well finish it."

Souta focused on the mission interface,

Analyzing the next steps.

According to the mission details,

Saving Kiss-Shot had three stages:

Step 1: Ensure her survival. ✅ (Completed.)

Step 2: Help her recover her full strength. 🔲

Step 3: Help her overcome her will to die. 🔲

To restore her power…

She needed more blood.

Souta recalled the events of Kizumonogatari—

And immediately realized a problem.

When Kiss-Shot arrived in Japan,

She had already lost her heart.

It had been stolen by Meme Oshino.

But—

She didn't know that.

She simply assumed her condition was weak.

Under such circumstances, she was targeted and ambushed by three vampire hunters, losing her hands and feet and suffering severe injuries.

To restore Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade to her former self, he would have to retrieve her lost limbs as well as her stolen heart.

"If it's the heart... Mister Hawaii Shirt, Oshino Meme, is quite easy to talk to. I can try negotiating with him and persuade him to return the heart peacefully.

As for the limbs... those three vampire hunters definitely aren't the type who can be reasoned with. I'll have to fight them and take back what they stole."

At this thought, Rokuhara Souta furrowed his brows slightly.

He was assessing his chances of victory.

Those three vampire hunters weren't particularly strong—one might even say they were rather weak.

And on his side, he was not only Kiss-Shot's minion but also possessed supernatural abilities. The only thing he lacked was combat experience.

By his estimate… it was a 50-50 chance?

Clenching his fist, Souta murmured to himself:

"Hmm... I should be able to take down those three weaklings.

The real challenge is resolving Kiss-Shot's emotional burden..."

When it came to addressing her suicidal tendencies, Souta truly had no clue where to begin.

A person's mind can grow weary.

Many elderly people can accept death calmly because decades of life have worn down their emotions to the point of stillness—nothing excites them anymore. They've lived so long that they no longer have the desire to continue.

For vampires, possessing power beyond human comprehension makes it incredibly easy for them to obtain whatever they desire.

In other words, their desires are effortlessly satisfied.

With this ease of fulfillment, their lives quickly lose meaning.

And when that boredom stretches on for two hundred years, they become completely numb—like walking corpses.

They become so bored that they seek death.

At that point, they usually walk into the sunlight and wait for themselves to be reduced to ashes in golden flames.

So even though vampires have no natural lifespan, those who live beyond two hundred years are still considered rare.

For someone like Kiss-Shot, who had lived for over five hundred years, the issue was even more pronounced.

How on earth could he lift that burden from her?

"Forget it, I'll figure it out as I go."

Souta glanced at the golden-haired little girl sleeping soundly in the classroom before shifting his gaze away and making his way down the hallway to the stairs, heading down to the first-floor lobby.

The doors to the lobby were not sealed shut—they were wide open.

Outside, the sun blazed high in the sky, though the air was cool, likely due to the season.

Sunlight streamed through the open doors, forming golden squares on the floor.

Beyond those squares, the rest of the lobby was shrouded in darkness, blocked from the light by the surrounding walls.