Multiversal Friendship System

"Ohhh! You're back?"

As soon as Souta stepped into the classroom on the second floor of the abandoned cram school—

Kiss-Shot beamed and walked up to greet him.

But Souta could sense the frustration behind her smile.

She was bored out of her mind.

Clearly, waiting alone had been driving her crazy.

Souta smiled back and handed over the two Boston bags:

"Mission accomplished. I got your limbs back."

"Very good, my minion."

"As a reward, I shall permit you to pat my head."

Kiss-Shot took the bags, sounding surprisingly excited.

"Isn't head-patting supposed to be a sign of submission?" Souta retorted.

"How the hell is this a reward?"

Of course, complaints aside, he still patted her head anyway.

And he had to admit—

Her soft, fluffy hair felt way too good to touch.

Souta was starting to get addicted.

He almost wished she'd stay like this forever.

…Almost.

Because she needed to recover.

That was the only way to complete the mission.

And they were both counting on the reward to fix their weaknesses.

Kiss-Shot unzipped both Boston bags.

Inside lay her two feet and two hands.

No containers.

No plastic wrap.

Just stuffed into the bags as-is.

Like a goddamn serial killer's dismembered corpse stash.

Souta glanced at one of the legs.

Thin. Delicate. Beautiful.

As expected of a vampire's limb.

No blood.

No decay.

"Oh, right. Here's your heart too."

Souta reached into his pocket and pulled out a freshly beating, blood-red organ.

It was still pulsing.

Frankly, it looked pretty terrifying.

"That brat actually gave it back?"

Kiss-Shot seemed surprised.

Souta had already told her about Meme stealing the heart.

At the time, she had assumed she lost to the vampire hunters because her body was too weak.

In hindsight, she had been utterly clueless.

"Yeah. He handed it over pretty easily." Souta nodded.

"I gave him a little intel about the real world."

"And once he realized that even if he didn't return the heart, I'd still find a way to fix you…"

"He immediately gave up on 'maintaining balance' against you."

Upon hearing that, Kiss-Shot smiled with satisfaction.

"My minion… I must say, I didn't expect you to be so cunning."

"Even managing to outplay that brat."

"That kid is no simple opponent, you know?"

"…"

Souta had no intention of admitting—

He never actually planned for any of this.

The only reason he revealed details about the real world to Meme Oshino was because he was getting pestered and wanted to shut him up.

The fact that Meme ended up giving him the heart was purely a lucky accident.

…Could it be that his luck was actually pretty good?

Of course, even if Meme had refused to hand it over, it wouldn't have mattered.

Because his new combat style—

"Za Warudo + Infinite Phonetasm"

Was not to be underestimated.

No heart? Then I'll just bash your skull in!

"By the way," Kiss-Shot suddenly asked,

"That brat didn't come up with you?"

"Is he afraid I'll take revenge after I recover?"

"He said his job was done, so he wouldn't…"

Halfway through his sentence, Souta froze.

Wait a minute—

Could it be that Meme didn't come up because he was scared?

Thinking it over… it actually made a lot of sense.

After all, the only reason he managed to steal Kiss-Shot's heart in the first place was because he did it in secret.

Compared to her, "King of Oddities," Meme was nowhere near strong enough.

If she had caught him red-handed while stealing the heart, she probably would have killed him on the spot.

So under these circumstances…

If he still dared to show up now,

Then he would truly be braindead.

"Alright, you should focus on recovering."

Souta chuckled lightly, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his system phone.

His eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"The moment you're fully healed, I'll probably get a mission completion notification."

"The rewards should also appear in the shop at the same time."

"Once that happens… we can finally go sunbathing together."

"Sunbathing, huh… sounds quite interesting."

Kiss-Shot smirked slightly.

"I suppose I can look forward to it, then."

She then unzipped one of the Boston bags and pulled out a severed arm.

It was her right hand,

Adorned with an elegant white silk glove of high-quality fabric.

Her long, slender fingers exuded a graceful tranquility.

If a certain Kira Yoshikage saw this—

He'd probably "orgasm" on the spot.

Kiss-Shot then removed the glove.

And without hesitation—

She started devouring her own hand.

Literally.

This was how she healed herself.

By eating her own severed limbs,

The same way she absorbed humans for sustenance.

It was not a very child-friendly sight.

"My minion, why are you still standing there?"

Kiss-Shot glanced at Souta with an annoyed expression.

"Interrupting a lady during her meal is quite rude."

"…"

Without another word, Souta immediately left the classroom.

If you hadn't started munching so fast, I would've left already!

Do you think I want to watch this?!

[Outside the Classroom – Fourth Floor]

The sun had begun to rise.

Golden light poured down from the sky.

Souta sat cross-legged in a shadowed corner and pulled out his phone.

Even after more than three days without a bath,

His vampire body didn't seem to emit any unpleasant odor.

Though, his clothes were looking pretty filthy.

At this moment, he actually felt jealous of Kiss-Shot's "Matter Creation" ability.

As the name suggests, she could create objects from nothing.

A power that completely ignored the Law of Conservation of Mass.

Although it costs energy,

The amount of energy spent was nowhere near equal to the matter produced.

To put it in perspective—

If the full energy potential of just 1 gram of matter were released,

It would be three times stronger than the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima.

Yet, Kiss-Shot casually creates clothes for herself all the time.

And an average outfit weighs at least 100 grams.

But she barely uses any energy to make them.

Honestly, that power is beyond ridiculous.

Souta couldn't help but feel envious.

This kind of ability was useful for everything—

Whether for daily life or combat.

…Too bad he couldn't inherit it.

That ability wasn't something a minion could inherit.

Suddenly—

"Huh? Why are there so many unread messages?"

Souta noticed a large number of new messages in the Friends Group Chat.

Last night, he had been too busy using his phone as a weapon to check.

So only now did he have time to catch up.

Souta scrolled up the chat logs.

To his surprise—

It was all conversations between Kurumi and Kiss-Shot.

At first, it was just Kurumi asking about what Souta was doing.

And Kiss-Shot answering.

She claimed to be a "talkative" person.

And sure enough—

She and Kurumi were chatting like old friends.