The blade’s terror lies not in its sharpness, but in its shape—a form universally recognized as dangerous, capable of slicing through almost anything.
It’s much like how a newborn calf knows no fear of tigers. That object embodies a conceptual threat: the instinctive avoidance born from understanding its danger. A perilous yet utterly commonplace notion.
If you didn’t know it was a knife, would you fear it? Or if it were merely a sharp pencil—what’s there to dread?
Nothing. It’s purely psychological.
*"Can a harmless object, when shaped like a weapon, make people perceive it as deadly?"*
Of course not. Common sense is the ultimate comfort.
Take this, for instance: would you fear a paper airplane?
A paper airplane glided silently from above, its pointed tip slicing through a man’s body. A hole tore open in his flesh—mangled and bloody.
*How many now?* Crimson pools spread across the mall floor below. *How many have I killed?*
**"Intimidation Severance"**—the more unknown and terrifying I am to others, the harder my paper becomes. Hard as steel. My power thrives on their ignorance and fear.
*"How many little ones left? Time for some fun."*
Children’s wails pierced the air amid adult corpses. The man vaulted over the railing, leaping down from the second floor.
He landed and charged forward, spotting children sobbing uncontrollably before the carnage. A demon-like grin instantly masked his face.
*"Little ones~~~ Want to play with paper airplanes~~~?"*
He pulled out a paper plane without hesitation, ready to throw.
*Intimidation Severance works wonders on kids.*
**【SURRENDER! YOU’RE SURROUNDED!】**
The shout from outside made him click his tongue in annoyance.
But he never expected *this*—a figure burst through the mall’s glass wall, rolling to a stop right before him.
*"What the—?!"*
Chen Shulan kept his arms shielding his head until he rose, brushing glass shards off his coat. Foolishly, he raised a pistol.
*"Don’t move, punk! One step and I blow you away!"*
The man wasn’t idle. He snatched a crying child, locking an arm around the boy’s neck as a human shield.
*Chen the Cop* had thought his raid succeeded—until the hostage was taken.
*"A cop? Charging in alone? Bold move, kid."*
*"Save your praise! Drop the child—NOW!"*
*"Gun aimed at me? Tsk tsk. A Muggle shouldn’t play with toys. Come closer. Let me... educate you."*
*"You bastard! Try anything and I’ll put you down!"*
*"Such vulgar language!"*
The man spat the words, clutching the child as he bolted backward into the shadows.
*"Damn it!"*
Chen couldn’t shoot. The child’s life hung in the balance. Killing the man? Impossible. Not from lack of will—but certainty.
The bullet flew true. It pierced a paper airplane head-on.
Ordinary paper? No. It held metallic density, forcing the bullet to veer off course.
More paper planes swarmed, shredding the stray bullet into fragments. By the time Chen blinked, nothing remained.
*"Supernatural Beings... impossible to hit."*
He sighed, chasing after them.
*What even are those paper planes?*
*"Cops ruin the fun."*
The man ducked into darkness, nearly stumbling. His hostage—his ultimate safeguard—couldn’t be lost.
His speed increased, yet unease prickled his skin.
*"Mama! I want Mama!!"*
*"Shut your mouth, brat! You’re unbearable!"*
*"NOOOOOOOOO—"*
*"Silence!"*
Ah, children’s screams truly sang when pain struck.
He reached for a folded paper plane at his waist, aiming its tip at the child’s forehead.
*Snap.*
The "blade" shattered mid-swing—unexpected, unbearable.
*"What?!"*
That was merely the appetizer.
A cutting force slashed from the side. He dodged just in time.
A silver phantom materialized where he’d stood.
*"Oh-ho~! Unexpected! Delightfully unexpected~~~"*
Silver bodysuit. Mechanical-looking armor. And that radiant, flowing hair drifting like liquid moonlight.
Distract yourself with her beauty, and all you’d see next were twin blades crossed before you—frost radiating from their edges.
*Their wielder... Heh. I’ve drawn quite the prize.*
The man tossed the child aside, flinging hundreds of hidden paper planes into the air.
***The legendary Void Blade has arrived!!!!***
Watching that sinuous figure dance, he felt genuine exhilaration.
The planes shot like missiles, scattering in all directions—a lethal threat.
The silver figure spun, stopping meters away. Twin swords lifted, poised.
*"Release the child. Surrender."*
*"Orders for me? How rude."*
The man gathered his paper planes overhead, smiling lazily.
*"Shall we settle this with blades instead?"*
*"HAH! By all means! Having a famous Hero threaten me? This feels... spectacular! Bring it on!"*
Ecstasy flooded his veins.
*To think I’d witness such beauty today.*
