Chapter 492

The Third Dark Sword Riddler

“The world, enter the worst tragic ending! Dye the blank future with darkness—”

Ash gazed up at the villainous werewolf officer standing atop a high place, who crushed a tube of black ink and casually smeared it on a book in his hand, opening a barrier while turning nearby objects into monstrous creatures with large red noses.

“The name of this villain is the Tragic Kingdom. Humph, I seem to have been fated to link with so-called ‘badends.'”

Regarding the existence of this “Tragic Kingdom,” Ash was also aware that each time the organization launched an attack, they would create a barrier that would bring the entire world into a certain tragic ending state. All intelligent beings within the barrier would lose hope upon entering life’s despairing tragic ending, thus producing so-called “tragic energy.”

Afterwards, they gather this energy to revive their leader; naturally, in terms of efficiency, there isn’t much to say… Well, does this not feel rather familiar?

In fact, if it were merely such a conventional scenario, it wouldn’t be difficult to handle. The problem lies in this “tragic ending!”

Ash held the dark sword, Tsukiyami, in his hand, whose major ability was to foresee the worst “bad end” for its user.

This just happened to clash somewhat with the设定. Even with the “universal adaptability” that could mitigate the side effects of artifacts, he couldn’t withstand the constant bombardment of bad end information around the clock!

Question! With the present Ash holding a holy sword that could predict the worst outcomes, what should he do when facing heroines who fall short of being qualified?

“I understand.”

Slowly pulling out the holy sword from its sheath, an extremely serious expression appeared on Ash’s face.

“Why do OOO always speak in riddles? Why is the dark yet actually righteous sword called Tsukiyami named as such, and what must I do now?”

The sharp blade of the holy sword struck the ground, sparking several sparks. The man walked past the despondent civilians sprawled on the ground and followed the dark sword, leaving a winding small groove beside him where the blade had been dragged across the ground.

“I understand everything.”

“Ha ha ha, Pretty Cures, this time it’s definitely your end!”

Standing atop a building, Werewolf Officer “Wolfrun” waved at the heroines and directed the assassins, the “Clown Monsters,” which acted as the girls’ enemies in this world.

“Five colored rays, leading the future!” The gathered heroines stood against them, calling out the name of their combined form.

“Glimmer forth, Smileprecure!”

Clothed in colorful battle dresses resembling cute outfits, the girls took their stances, ready to combat evil and protect smiles on the faces of people in the world.

To prevent the world from descending into the worst tragic ending, the girls, with a simple heart, fought fiercely.

Yet, they appeared somewhat immature.

“Oh no!” Miyuki struggled to fend off the attacks from the towering Clown Monster, feeling it became too much for her and rapidly retreated, unaware of Yayoi standing behind her.

As a result, the two girls in pink and yellow tumbled and crashed into each other, then were smacked away by the Clown Monster with screams.

“Happy! Peace!” Panicked, Akane quickly called out for their battle names but was left exposed, and kicked into the river, getting drenched.

“It hurts…” Yayoi, her eyes watering, gave a completely bewildered look to her fellow. “What’s wrong, Happy, can’t muster up any spirit?”

“I’m sorry… it’s my fault! But!” Miyuki winced as she smashed into the ground, her entire arm tingling with pain. “Thinking about how we’ve been observed all along makes me feel so scared, I cannot gather any spirit…”

“If you feel like that, Miyuki, I’d be scared too! But we can’t afford to let our guard down during the battle with the Clown Monsters, or we’ll lose!”

“I know, but—”

“Gahaha—! You Pretty Cures, you’re really done for!” Wolfrun jumped onto the ground from a building, mocking them, his earlier frustrations at his monsters’ defeats vanishing. “Witness Pretty Cures, here is my true strength!”

“When you haven’t even joined the battle yourself, only releasing monsters!”

“What can you little girls understand?” In response to the girls’ teasing, Wolfrun immediately rebutted as if he was entirely justified. “For dealing with little girls like you, a Clown Monster is enough. Once I fully display my true strength—”

“It will almost be your exit.”

“That’s right, it will almost be my—Who are you!?”

Noticing his lines went off course, Wolfrun erupted in anger, scowling at everyone but seemed the voice didn’t match.

“Hey hey hey, where did that male voice come from? It was one of you wasn’t it!”

“Huh? We’re girls, who’d make boy voices!”

“Gulru~~ Just now it was a sudden interrupt.” Standing up dripping wet from the riverbank, Akane pointed out the key issue. “Looks like it was someone else’s voice?”

“Ah?!”

Realizing this, both the heroes and villains displayed disbelief. Their consensus was that besides the Pretty Cures, how could there be any humans active in a tragic ending barrier like this?

“Clop—clopp—”

Right as the words were spoken, seemingly to mock their expectations, crisp footstep sounds approached closer.

Where the footsteps came from, both the Pretty Cures and the Clown Monsters alike stopped, staring in that direction.

“How, how can this be?”

“There are ordinary people who can move in this world?”

Out of good manners, Rihua instinctively covered her wide-open mouth.

This deeply purple world that would crush an ordinary person’s hope with the tragic ending barrier was no match for Ash.

Because he himself was the greatest, darkest “bad end.”

“Why, do you still hold a sword?”

Stepping over the shadows engulfed in tragic energy, Ash with the holy sword appeared before everyone.

“My goodness!” Realizing the peril of the Clown Monsters and the criminal officers, Rihua swiftly reminded in alarm. “This place is dangerous, please leave immediately—”

“Haha, who are you?” Frustrated with his interrupted bravado, Wolfrun replied. “Can’t see I’m about to dispose of them now, leave at once or I’ll send you flying!”

“Should you claim to be a villain, stop spouting nonsense about ‘disposing of someone’.”

With these words, a hardcover book the size of a hand appeared in his palm, the emblazoned deep purple dragon on the cover looked vivid, as if it were alive!

“Uuuu—” Wolfrun’s tail stood erect, his pupils dilated. This man only held the book and uttered strange lines, causing fear to rise up from beneath him.

But what enraged him more was being frightened by a human?

Me, I’m—I’m one of the three officers of the Tragic Kingdom who aims to rewrite the entire world into tragic endings and bring everyone to terror and despair! How could I be scared by a human, it’s too embarrassing, unforgivable, unforgivable!

“Eliminate you—” With speed beyond human response, Wolfrun swung his claws, shooting a blade-shaped light wave, but the Pretty Cures were unable to stop it in time.

Facing the tearing claws, Ash merely swept his sword forward, and instantly, his surroundings were engulfed in explosions from the collision.

“Haha— speaking big only got you killed—”

Laughing at Ash’s location, Wolfrun gradually sensed something amiss, those Pretty Cures looked as stiff as statues at him.

“In our world, such rhetoric is a sign of cowardice.”

Behind Wolfrun, unseen until now, Ash’s sword rested on the wolf’s neck, poised to decapitate him with the slightest movement.

“True villains end the opponent’s life when the words ‘eliminate you’ appear, there’s no going back.”