Multiversal Friendship System-Chapter 241 - 240: Why Are You Yelling So Loud?

Finding Syura's location wasn't difficult.

In the world of Akame ga Kill, people's extraordinary powers stem from Teigu.

Aside from fusion-types like Esdeath, most Teigu users were essentially just trained humans—not high-energy beings.

So using divine power to locate someone like that didn't consume much energy at all.

Souta wasn't in the mood to conserve anything.

He left the palace with Chelsea in tow.

He had no intention of delegating Syura's execution to the assassination squad.

After all, this was going to be a live performance for Kurumi and the others—it made sense for him to do it personally.

If any of them had suggestions, he'd carry them out.

He just hoped the ladies wouldn't get too twisted with their requests, or things might get a little awkward.

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Syura, dressed in sleek battle gear, gazed out the window, his expression dark and murderous.

"Damn it! How dare they treat me like a wanted criminal!"

He looked down at the orderly patrols on the street, itching to jump down and rip them apart.

As the son of Minister Honest, he'd traveled the world in pursuit of strength and wisdom, aiming to surpass his father.

He'd explored Western kingdoms, southern islands, and the northern tundra—studying the martial arts of each region and forging his own unique style. Along the way, he had recruited several powerful fighters:

Dorothea, Cosmina, Enshin, Champ, and Izouu—four Teigu users and one swordsman on par with them.

Now, brimming with confidence, Syura had returned to the Capital.

Only to find his wanted posters plastered everywhere.

His father, Minister Honest, had been executed by the Emperor.

His entire bloodline, wiped out.

Now, stripped of his title and status, Syura was a fugitive.

He was absolutely livid.

"The Emperor's just a kid, he could never have acted alone. Who? Who the hell orchestrated this coup?!"

He roared, completely disregarding appearances in front of his subordinates.

"Syura, you promised me booze, meat, and women when we reached the Capital," Enshin growled. "Now you're telling me we're fugitives? I should've stayed a pirate!"

He was clearly ready to jump ship.

Still, before leaving, he figured he'd grab a few women to enjoy himself first.

"Shut up!" Syura's eyes turned icy. "I'll handle this."

"Oh? And how do you plan to do that, Lord Syura?"

Dorothea, seated nearby, shot him a skeptical glance.

He'd made her plenty of promises too but now that his father was dead, unless he had a way to turn things around, she wasn't staying.

Syura shot her a glare.

Dorothea looked like a sweet, 13-year-old loli. But he had no desire to mess with her.

Because beneath that youthful exterior... she was a disgusting old monster. If she didn't feed on blood regularly, her true form would emerge, an image that made his skin crawl.

"With the Minister dead, we've got no shot at reclaiming power," Dorothea said pointedly.

"It had to be that old fossil Budo!"

Syura clenched his fists. "My father was always close to the Emperor. Budo, meanwhile, guarded him 24/7. The Emperor's fine, but my dad's death? It's obvious Budo orchestrated it!"

He looked toward the Imperial Palace.

"I left a spatial marker inside the palace a long time ago. With my Teigu, sneaking in isn't a problem. If we can capture the Emperor, we can use him to control Budo—or even eliminate him entirely. It's still possible to turn this around."

"Capture the Emperor?" Dorothea frowned. "Budo's been spreading word that the current Emperor's a fake. He plans to support the real royal bloodline. Even if you grab an Emperor—who would it be? Chelsea, or the little one?"

"Of course, it's Chelsea!"

Enshin licked his lips, a twisted smile spreading.

"A future Empress, huh? Just thinking about it gives me chills. Catch her, and I'll have fun with her. Syura, if you're aiming for the Empress, count me in."

"He's right, Chelsea's the key now," Syura smirked.

"The little Emperor's lost all value. With Budo's stubborn nature, he'll only recognize the true bloodline.

So the question is—are you guys in?"

Izou glanced at his blade and said:

"As long as my beloved 'Kosetsu ' can cross blades with strong foes and drink their blood, I don't care."

Dorothea rolled her eyes. She wasn't signing up for this suicide mission.

She was ready to bail.

At that moment, all six of them suddenly felt the world spin around them.

"What the hell?!" Enshin shouted, instinctively gripping his Teigu.

The air twisted. Light flickered around them.

In the blink of an eye, the scenery changed.

They were now standing in an open clearing, face-to-face with a man and a woman.

Souta and Chelsea.

"Godly tracking really is convenient. Didn't even need to walk," Chelsea remarked, watching as Syura and his crew were forcefully teleported in.

"Syura, what trick is this?!" Enshin snapped, glaring at him.

The others also looked at Syura with suspicion.

Only his Teigu could cause a space warp like that.

Five sets of eyes glared—part confusion, part hostility.

"Forget it. I don't care anymore."

Enshin turned toward Chelsea, eyes lighting up.

"Well, well... looks like we've found a beauty—"

"Chelsea, did you start the video stream yet?" Souta cut in, interrupting him.

"Yeah, Kurumi, Altair, and Miss Tohsaka are all in."

Chelsea nodded. "You can join too. I just asked the system—if two group members are together, and one starts the video, the other can join without the 'consciousness link' side effect. You'll just see them with your eyes."

"Got it." Souta tapped his phone and tossed it aside.

Then he looked up at the intruders.

Enshin smirked, noticing Souta's unassuming aura.

"All that babbling—how about you die fir—"

BOOM!

He exploded.

Didn't even finish his sentence before becoming a puddle of gore and shredded meat.

"Trash on Syura's level. Dead."

Souta turned, expressionless, to the next person—Champ.

BOOM!

The obese man burst like a water balloon, meat and blood flying everywhere.

"Child killer. Dead."

Souta turned to the third—Izou.

"Kosetsu!" Izou roared and charged, blade raised.

Souta glanced at him.

BOOM.

"Why were you yelling so damn loud?"

He rolled his eyes, then looked at the remaining two—Dorothea and Cosmina.

"Girls? Nah, won't blow you up. Just... disappear."

Two quick wish spells.

Before they could even run, they dissolved into nothingness.

Souta felt zero remorse. These weren't good people. In the original story, they committed countless atrocities.

As a righteous netizen—or rather, as a god now protecting the Empire—he had every reason to wipe them out.

Honestly, letting them die so quickly was a kindness.

Now, Syura stood alone, trembling uncontrollably.

They were all dead.

The elite team he'd proudly assembled... wiped out like bugs.

He stared at Souta, frozen in terror. He couldn't even think of resisting.

"You're next," Souta said, smiling slightly.

"Don't worry. I won't let you suffer long. I'm not a demon, after all."