Kurumi lowered her head in thought—Souta's plan was highly feasible.

However, there was one glaring issue.

"Shiroyasha, do you actually have a way to transport overa hundred millionpeople?" Kurumi asked.

"Of course. I've created planetary-scaleGame Fieldsbefore—multiple times, actually," Shiroyasha replied nonchalantly.

"Forget a mere hundred million, I could storethis entire world's populationinside if I wanted to."

"..."

Kurumi forced a wry smile.

That childlike appearance of hers wassodeceptive—it was far too easy to forget she was actuallyan absolute powerhouse.

Souta, sitting beside her, didn't say anything, but he vaguely recalled thatinsideone of Shiroyasha's Game Fields, there was asilver sunfloating around.

Was that truly just aplanetaryGame Field... or was itstellarlevel?

"There's still another problem," Kurumi added after a moment.

"Dropping ahundred millionpeople into the modern era all at once... Are we really sure that won't causemajorissues?"

"Hmm?"

Souta froze, carefully considering the implications... and then he realized—yeah, thatwasa huge issue.

He muttered, "You're right... Food shortages, employment concerns, housing crises—if all these things aren't addressed, it would be the equivalent of suddenlycreatinga hundred million refugees. If that leads to riots..."

A hundred million refugees.

That was a trulyinsanenumber.

Handled improperly, it could evenignite a war.

"In that case," Souta suggested, "why don't we stagger their release? As long as it doesn't disrupt key historical events, we can release them in waves—maybe a few tens of thousands at a time. Also, we shouldavoid Japan, since it has too many connections to the birth of the Spirits."

"Hmm... If we space out their return, thatdoesmake things much easier. I imagine that after a few instances of this, the world governments will establish special institutions to handle the situation," Kurumi said, considering the idea.

At the very least, this plan was farlessreckless than dumpingone hundred millionpeople all at once.

"As for providing them with food in the beginning..."

Souta turned toward Shiroyasha.

"Shiroyasha, if you cancreate entire planets, then producing amassivesupply of food should be no problem, right?"

"Creating planets? You're talking about the Game Fields I madeback when I was at full power. Right now, making planets isn'tthateasy... But..."

Shiroyasha mentally calculated for a moment before saying:

"If it's just feeding a hundred million people,thatshouldn't be an issue."

"Alright, then that takes care of the food problem," Souta said with a relieved smile.

"As for jobs—post-disaster recovery is bound to createtonsof employment opportunities. Any remaining issues? Well, we'll just leave those to the modern governments to figure out."

Of course, theyweren'tactually planning to waitthirty yearsbefore releasing those people.

They'dobviouslyuse time-travel to fast-forward and release them in batches.

After all, waitingthree whole decadesjust to complete a single mission? That'd beabsurd.

"We have the ability tofreelytravel through time," Souta pointed out.

"We can afford toexperimenta few times. If something goes wrong, we can justundo itand try again. Sooner or later, we'll figure out themostoptimal solution. It's just that..."

He sighed.

"It's gonna bea lotof work."

"Workload isn't an issue. As long as I get my points in the end, Ireallydon't mind some extra effort," Shiroyasha said,farmore relaxed than Souta was.

That made sense.

She had already been fulfilling her duties as a"Floor Master", handlingtonsof responsibilities without a single complaint.

Despite her eccentric personality, Shiroyasha might actually be thehard-working, diligent typewhen it came to herjob.

"Well, since you're themain forcebehind this operation andyoudon't have a problem with it, then I've got no complaints either," Souta said, nodding in agreement.

"Let's move forward with this plan to solve theEurasian Great Spacequakeissue."

With that settled, Souta moved on to the next topic.

"The only thing left... is rescuing those girls who died due to Mio Takamiya refining the Sephira Crystal."

"That won't be a problem," Kurumi assured him.

"Even after their transformation into monsters, those girlsdidn'tdieimmediatelyafter Mio extracted the Spirit Crystals. There was adelay. I can take advantage of that window—once Mio takes the Crystal and leaves, I cansecretlysave them."

"Even if theydodie, we should still be able to bring them back."

Souta turned toward Shiroyasha again.

"Shiroyasha, youshouldhave the ability to reconstruct souls, right?"

"Soul manipulation, huh... That's not reallymyarea of expertise," Shiroyasha admitted.

"But if it's justretrievingthe souls of recently deceasedordinary humans, that's totally doable."

With that confirmation, everything was finally falling into place.

"Then that settles it," Souta exhaled deeply and smiled.

"Let's get to work."

Near the China-Mongolia Border

An endless grassland stretched to the horizon.

Scattered shepherds watched over their flocks, while the air carried the scent of damp earth.

The soil beneath their feet was soft, and the wind rustled through the prairie.

After spending the entire night discussing details, the trio arrived at theground zeroof the soon-to-happenEurasian Great Spacequake.

Souta was currently being held in Kurumi's arms, floating in midair.

Beside them, Shiroyasha walked through theskyas if it were solid ground.

Souta glanced at her,a little envious.

Hedidhave a transformation ability like Shinobu's, but even if he sproutedbat wings, flight was...impossible.

At best, he could turn his hands intoblades.

Oh, right.

Hecouldalso hardencertainparts of his body.

Kurumi held onto him tightly, as if afraid he might fall.

Not that it wouldactuallykill him.

"They're here! Those three magicians you mentioned," Shiroyasha suddenly announced, pointing eastward.

Kurumi and Souta turned to look.

Using his enhancedvampire vision, Souta barely made out three blurred figures in the distance.

Isaac Ray Pelham Westcott, Elliot Baldwin Woodman, and Ellen Mira Mathers—these were the three magicians whocreatedMio Takamiya.

They had all been born in a magician's village—a village that was ultimatelydestroyedby humans.

So, in retaliation, they planned to create Spirits towage waragainst humanity and the world itself.

From Souta's perspective, that wastextbook insanity.

If someonekillsyour loved ones, then yougo after those responsible.

Draggingmillions of innocent peopleinto your revenge scheme?

What the hell didtheydo to deserve that?

Absolute lunatics.

Of course, Souta had alreadygrown numbto these kinds of villains in anime.

So, when he spotted the three figures below, his expression barely changed.

"By the way, Kurumi," Souta suddenly remembered something.

"That Isaac guy? He's actually one of the biggest antagonists in your world."

Kurumi blinked. "He is?"

"If you count fromthismoment onward,25 yearsfrom now, he'll kidnap the Second Spirit, Nia Honjou."

Kurumi's expression stiffened.

"Forfive years straight, he'll repeatedly torture her—gutting her open, drilling into her skull, slicing off her limbs piece by piece... Just full-on psychopathic madness."

"..."

Kurumi's crimson-and-gold eyes narrowed dangerously.

"The Second Spirit...hekidnapped her? And tortured her...for five years?"

"Yeah. So, let's not waste any sympathy on him."

Souta glanced down at the three figures.

"Of course, we can'ttouchhimright now—or we'll risk screwing up history."

"Be careful. Astrange energyis beginning to gather," Shiroyasha suddenly warned.

"It's probably that 'Reiryoku' you mentioned."

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(TL Note: A bit busy! I'll update next chap tomorrow!)

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