A Cliché Multiverse Story Chapter 39
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On the first ray of dawn, I showered, ate breakfast, and donned my new outfit — a light-colored short-sleeved shirt and grey shorts. The sun might roast me if I wear a full defensive dress.
We loaded enough food for our lunch and dinner. I will buy some with KP in case of emergencies.
Standing in the garage, I glanced over the group — Shiori holding a shotgun with ease. The playful onee-san learned to use the shotgun at point-blank range. I promised to buy some magic guns when she awakens her element.
And then there was Saeko, who always pursued the way of the sword, had a pistol tucked inside the belt tied around her black stockings.
The twins learned marksmanship from Aimi yesterday when I slept.
Saya, who boasted enough firepower to blast a group of the undead.
Aimi, well she was Aimi, wearing a baggy jacket and a sinfully short skirt.
Nao, the future mob killer, wearing a pale yellow dress and Aiko — the loli mascot of our group sporting a white shirt with black overalls. Her eyes blinked as she looked at me.
"Onii-chan?"
A cute child indeed.
Lastly, my nee-san dressed in a tight maroon t-shirt and skinny jeans clinging to her voluptuous figure.
Did she wear it to seduce me?
Also, it seems she forgot everything about last night or she was acting?
Nah, impossible. Airhead nee-san won't be able to put on such a believable act.
"Shall we?"
"Yep, no regrets,"
"As Shiori said."
The sisters beamed a bright smile. Shiori settled on the backseat while Saeko leisurely sat on the roof with Aimi.
Is this the birth of a crazy duo?
(And that's what you love about them)
True.
"Thank you, onii-chan! For protecting Nao-nee!"
Saya pinched my waist. "Stop getting overdramatic now."
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"I am taking the steering. I won't allow you, children, to drive."
"Shizuka-san, we can switch for the driving duty."
Shizuka nodded at Nao's request and the mature ladies took the front seat.
"Nee-san, as Saya's home is closest, we will head there first."
"Thanks." Saya expressed her gratitude with a smile. "I kinda knew you'd do that."
Aiko tugged my shorts. "Onii-chan, play with Aiko?"
"Sure."
I picked her up and sat beside Shiori while Saya squeezed into the side. While I patted Aiko's head, the car vroomed and zoomed out of the garage.
Behind, Komuro and others waved at us. I also waved in return. Miku Yuuki still eyed me with those predatory eyes. I had already warned the group about the half-psycho and the rest was up to them.
I'm sure she will do something, that's my guts speaking...
Putting that woman aside, I refreshed my memory of this city. Currently, we were near the Tokonosu Castle — a mighty stronghold if I wanted to camp. In the manga, the cops sealed both Tokonosu and Onbetsu bridges leading to Takagi's Estate, Saya's house.
We'll see if the bridges are still blocked here…
The loli on my lap leaned on my chest from my headpats. Using my free hand, I patted Saya's head.
She must be worried about her mother.
"It's gonna be fine."
"I hope so." She closed her eyes and let a small smile surface on her face. "D-Don't get any weird ideas."
That was abrupt.
Shiori quietly leaned on my shoulder. While enjoying heaven inside the humvee, I searched outside for any potential milfs.
Some damn imbeciles tried chasing after our vehicle. But Aimi's pistol equipped with a silencer showed no mercy to anyone. A few rare ones shot magic spells at the undead.
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Hmm, not bad. But no milfs here.
I clicked my tongue while ignoring the chimes of XP gain, I pulled out the Grimoire and the glasses and immersed myself in reading.
I could only flip through one page before our car screeched.
"Aa-kun, the Onbetsu bridge is blocked!"
The undead roamed between the cars jamming the wide bridge. On the other side of the bridge, the cops fired hails of bullets at the undead army. Some lady cops also threw tiny fire and water spells.
It reminded me of the flat-chested cop that Kohta loved in the manga.
Adopting a serious face, I replied, "I know, damn! Turn back, we'll try the water route."
"Okay!"
Shizuka steered back while Aimi and Saeko finished off the horde trying to chase us.
The car smoothly slipped into the shallow river and slowly cut through the water.
'Klyscha, I need a physical barrier artifact.'
(Done!)
I refused to trust that cops would let us go this easily.
"Hey, you there! Stop the car and turn back!" a cop shouted using a microphone.
"Any personnel is not allowed to cross the bridge."
"I repeat. Do not cross the bridge or we will resort to using force."
As expected, they wanted to prevent us from entering the city.
pushed Saya to the side and squeezed out of the windshield. Ignoring her mumbling, I slapped the chakra on the roof while pouring mana inside it.
A golden glow spread out and enveloped the humvee. I grinned at the dumbfounded officers and raised a middle finger.
Oh no.
The bastard pulled the trigger. Saya pulled me back.
*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang...
The bullets ricocheted off the barrier and sunk into the water.
'These fuckers are out of their goddamn mind! How long will it last?'
(Probably fifteen minutes.)
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