Asakura's mind stirred, and the system page quickly projected onto his retina.
[Quest completed, obtained 'Domain Expansion Minovsky Particle Diffusion']
[Domain Expansion Minovsky Particle Diffusion]
[Type: Spell-like Ability / Sorcery / Barrier]
[Mystical Property: Opens an open-ended domain, within which a large amount of Minovsky Particles are diffused, interfering with all modern communication and surveillance technologies. When the concentration of Minovsky Particles reaches a certain level, it can cause an effect similar to an EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse Bomb). The size of the domain and the concentration of Minovsky Particles are directly proportional to the magic invested.]
[Note 1: 'This is why, even in the space age, humanoid decisive weapons still dogfight within visual range.'
— Federation]
[Note 2: 'Non-humanoid works too.'
— Zeon]
[Note 3: 'I was talking about Amuro.'
— Federation]
Although strange proper nouns appeared, judging from the text in the description, the reward obtained this time was not difficult to understand.
In short, if he planned to reveal his powers in front of others in the future, he wouldn't have to worry about the people he was showing off to suddenly pulling out their phones and calling a carload of people.
Although theoretically, facing any number of people would have no effect on Asakura, he wasn't some Death Eater who enjoyed slaughtering Muggles, so avoiding trouble was certainly a good thing.
It was just that the name of this ability, a mix of Chinese and foreign terms, filled Asakura with the urge to complain—are you a sorcery or a Gundam black technology… By the way, this world wouldn't also have sorcery, would it? Could it be that next I have to fight Sukuna?
Though even if he really had to fight, it wouldn't be a problem; that thing was quite weak.
"Takkun, are you really okay?"
Before Asakura could check what the new quest was, Yuigahama Yui's worried voice brought his attention back from the system page to reality.
After all, to those who didn't know the truth, it just looked like Asakura had successfully used a cursed item to restore little Eriri to normal, and then after saying something, he froze completely, which could easily lead to misunderstandings.
"It's nothing..." Asakura quickly shook his head, "I just felt something in my heart."
"Felt something in your heart?" Yuigahama tilted her head, clearly unable to understand Asakura's words.
"Asakura-kun probably also has some impression of Eriri in her normal state..." Yukinoshita Yukino said abruptly.
"'Also'?" Asagumo Chihaya keenly caught the key point.
"I should have thought of it earlier..." Yukinoshita Yukino did not avoid her questioning, but simply nodded and said, "Eriri Spencer Sawamura... I should have thought of it earlier."
She sighed and said, "A long time ago, I saw that name at a national middle school art competition. She was the champion of that competition."
"Aren't you supposed to have a good memory? Why didn't you remember it when we were looking for Eriri's parents during the broadcast earlier?" Asakura asked curiously.
"Because I was studying abroad in middle school, and when I saw her name in the competition, it was entirely in English, so I didn't connect it right away..." Yukino explained.
Asakura thought for a moment, then asked, "So you also participated in that competition, and were completely crushed by her painting skills, which is why you've remembered it for so many years?"
"That's not the point..." Yukinoshita Yukino clearly didn't want to talk about that topic.
"Alright, then what is the main point Yukinoshita wants to make?" Facing the girl's non-violent, non-cooperative attitude, Asakura happily smoothed her feathers, so she wouldn't get too provoked and start hissing.
"If I'm not mistaken, this Miss Sawamura's father should be..."
"Is the English diplomat stationed in Japan."
Before Yukinoshita Yukino could finish, a somewhat unfamiliar voice spoke first.
Asakura looked over and found that it was Eriri Spencer Sawamura, who had finally recovered from the enlarged supernatural impact, who had spoken.
"Can diplomats marry and have children with people from the country they are stationed in?" Although he had a lot to say, Asakura still asked a question he was more interested in first.
"There are always exceptions..." Eriri replied. She looked at everyone in the room and found that most people were staring at her, giving the girl the illusion that she had become a gorilla being gawked at in a zoo. "Compared to that, don't you want to explain... what exactly happened just now?"
"You don't remember what just happened?" Asakura countered.
"I do, but..." Eriri seemed to rub her temples in pain, "Even experiencing it firsthand, it still feels a bit unbelievable..."
Crash.
"First time?" Yanami tore open a bag of puffed snacks, then smugly transformed into two identical people under Eriri's astonished gaze. "You'll get used to it soon."
"Anna-senpai, your snack quota for today is already used up, isn't it?" Chihaya Anon mercilessly snatched the snacks from Yanami's hand.
"Boohoo, it was just a reflex..." So the two Yanamis, who had been so spirited, could only hug each other and cry, comforting each other.
"After coming into contact with the supernatural, will everyone become like her?" Eriri had a subtle expression, like someone who had eaten a local specialty from a tourist spot—the kind that's not particularly good but not bad either, where spitting it out feels rude, but swallowing it is a bit too much...
"Don't misunderstand, her personality is innate..." Asakura said with deep regret.
"Waaah, Asakura-kun is looking at us with an 'these guys are the disgrace of the Magic Club' expression!"
"We're just reminiscing about our lost youth when we could eat snacks freely without worrying about our weight doubling!" The two Yanamis started bickering.
So Eriri's expression became even more distorted.
After a moment of silence, she continued, "Alright, what should I do now?"
"What do you mean, 'what to do'?"
"It's... I'm sure I'll also be able to change my size freely, just like her (Eriri pointed at Yanami), right?"
"Ah..." Asakura finally understood what this guy was thinking, so he decisively said, "You wish."
Eriri: "?"
"Sorry, I'll correct myself..." Asakura cleared his throat, feeling that what he said was a bit inappropriate, so he rephrased, "You're dreaming!"
"The corrected version is even worse, hey!" The blonde twin-tailed girl said indignantly.
"I'll be direct: become our subordinate or have your memory erased, choose one..." Asakura asked straightforwardly.
"What's a subordinate?" Eriri asked, feeling sure she wouldn't choose memory erasure.
"It's those people in anime who come out to clean up after superpower battles, often with only one texture map as a resource..." Asakura explained.
"Thank you for the simple and easy-to-understand explanation..." the girl said sarcastically.
"You're welcome..." Asakura said elegantly, as if he hadn't heard her sarcasm.