181: Chapter 181 The Malicious Isolation Magical Realm: Shinjuku - Proof Complete

Meanwhile, the super popular streamer A-Dai had just reached the final scene of the grand finale.

"Snap."

Watching Jeanne dArc Alter suddenly reach out and unceremoniously cut off Mash's communication, A-Dai blinked blankly.

"Eh? Jeanne dArc Alter, my wife, why did you hang up on our junior?"

At this moment, the Dragon Witch was clutching her tattered battle standard tightly, walking step by step toward A-Dai.

The faint morning light spilled onto her face, which wore a touch of smoky makeup—cold, beautiful, yet revealing a stubborn streak.

Jeanne dArc Alter did not look into A-Dai's eyes; instead, she turned her head away somewhat awkwardly, a trace of barely perceptible panic and anticipation flashing in her dark golden eyes.

"We're going back soon..."

Jeanne dArc Alter bit her somewhat pale lips, her voice growing quieter and quieter.

"Do... do you not want to dance with me?"

Upon hearing these words, A-Dai's heart skipped a beat.

The viewers in the livestream erupted instantly with howls like a tsunami!

"Holy crap!!! My wife is asking for a dance!"

"Ahhhhh! Beautiful intimacy! Yuri is infinitely good!"

"Thank goodness this is A-Dai's livestream! If it were that fatty P-Zong, I'd track him down through the internet and slash him right now!"

"Old Thief Gu really gets it! He actually hid such a huge Easter egg at the end of the plot!"

Seeing A-Dai standing there stunned without answering, Jeanne dArc Alter seemed to become somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"What? You don't want to?"

She turned her head abruptly, glaring at A-Dai with slightly red-rimmed eyes. "Or is it that... you are only willing to dance with that so-called 'King,' and not with a 'country bumpkin' like me?!"

The thick scent of jealousy and grievance was practically overflowing from the screen.

"How could that be!!!"

A-Dai was so excited that her voice cracked, and she grabbed Jeanne dArc Alter's hand.

"Being able to dance with my wife, Jeanne dArc Alter, is the greatest honor of my life!"

Hearing A-Dai's unhesitating reply, Jeanne dArc Alter was taken aback.

Subsequently, a rare, heart-stirring blush appeared on that face which usually wore a look of irritability and a cold sneer.

"Hmph, you know what's good for you."

She gave a soft huff and released the battle standard in her hand.

As the battle standard fell to the ground and dissipated into golden spirit particles, a brilliant, deep blue flame suddenly ignited on Jeanne dArc Alter's body.

The flames wrapped around her entire body like flowing silk. Under the shocked gaze of A-Dai and hundreds of thousands of players, the original heavy, sharp black armor peeled away inch by inch.

Replacing it was a beautiful, gorgeous purple-black evening gown that outlined her perfect figure to the fullest!

The high-slit skirt hem, the exquisite black lace choker, and those long, fair legs stepping in high heels...

This "stunning new skin" unique to Shinjuku delivered a visual critical hit of nuclear proportions to all players right at the end of the game!

The chat in the livestream instantly descended into a crazy carnival:

"Holy crap! A costume change! It actually comes with an on-the-spot costume change!"

"This dress! These legs! I declare on the spot that I am no longer human!"

"Old Thief Gu, I blamed you wrongly. You bastard, you not only understand romance, but you also know how to make skins!!!"

"So the country bumpkin had secretly prepared the dress all along, just waiting for this final moment! Tsundere ruins a lifetime, but a direct approach is superior!"

At the top of this riddled, bullet-riddled tower that symbolized both destruction and rebirth.

There was no luxurious dome, no melodious waltz—only the slightly chilly breeze of early morning and the rising sun in the distance.

The two of them rose together.

Compared to Artoria Alter's textbook-precise and elegant dance steps, Jeanne dArc Alter's movements appeared somewhat unfamiliar, even carrying a hint of clumsiness.

But her hand gripped A-Dai's very tightly, very tightly.

A-Dai could even feel the warmth and unease emanating from the palm of this witch, who had always used the flames of vengeance to disguise herself like a hedgehog.

At this moment, there was no heavy responsibility of saving the world, no schemes or deceptions.

There were only two girls who had forged a deep bond in this brief Shinjuku demonic realm.

As they spun in their dance, golden spirit particles began to drift beneath Jeanne dArc Alter's skirt.

The time for her departure had arrived.

"What a... miraculous night."

During the final spin, Jeanne dArc Alter leaned gently against A-Dai's ear, leaving behind a barely audible whisper.

When A-Dai opened her eyes again, the warmth in her arms had already vanished.

A golden light soared into the sky; one returned to Chaldea, and the other returned to the Throne of Heroes.

"Woooo... my wife, Jeanne dArc Alter! I haven't hugged her enough yet!"

When her vision brightened again, A-Dai found herself lying in the life-support pod of the Chaldea control room, still howling with reluctance.

"Senior! You've finally returned safely!"

Mash was already waiting nearby, her face full of a relieved smile.

However, before A-Dai could catch up with her junior.

In the corner of the control room, a familiar scent of tobacco suddenly drifted over.

"Phew... what a thrilling journey."

A tall, upright figure was leaning leisurely against the control console of the control room, toying with that iconic pipe in his hand.

A-Dai widened her eyes abruptly.

The chat in the livestream instantly exploded!

"Holy crap? Sherlock Holmes?!"

"Did you rise from the dead?! Weren't you sucked dry by that old fox?!"

Looking at the dumbfounded Master, Sherlock Holmes smiled slightly.

"Don't be so surprised; I am a detective, after all. If I were killed so easily by the real culprit, wouldn't that make me too incompetent?"

"Professor Moriarty thought he had absorbed my spirit origin, but he didn't know that at the very moment he absorbed me, I also infiltrated the underlying logical network of Demon God Pillar Baal."

Sherlock Holmes exhaled a smoke ring and revealed a piece of intelligence that made everyone's blood run cold:

"In Baal's memory database, I read some very interesting... and very dangerous things."

"The Demon God Pillars that escaped from the Grand Temple of Time are, indeed, not just Baal."

"There are still three Demon God Pillars confirmed to be alive!"

"Boom!"

"A stone stirred up a thousand waves!"

"They have abandoned Goetia's grand plan of the 'Incineration of Humanity' and have instead hidden themselves in certain secret corners of human history for their own different obsessions and desires."

"Baal in Shinjuku was just the beginning."

Hearing this, all the players gasped.

"This truly is an exciting mystery, isn't it?"

Sherlock Holmes put away his pipe and straightened his collar, his expression becoming solemn and elegant.

"Therefore, I have decided to stay in Chaldea to serve as a special advisor here and continue my investigation."

He smiled slightly at A-Dai and performed a standard gentleman's bow.

"Then, please allow me to introduce myself once again."

"Servant, Sherlock Holmes."

"For the upcoming mysteries, I am at your service, Master."

As Sherlock Holmes' voice faded.

The scene of the entire Chaldea control room gradually dimmed.

In the center of the silent black screen, a row of text emitting a deep blue light slowly emerged.

That was the perfect concluding remark for this unique, fantastic, crazy, and romantic journey:

[Sub-Singularity I: Malignant Quarantined Demonic Realm · Shinjuku]

[— — Q.E.D.]