1 : A Chance Encounter... With Wicked Lord Shingan File

The girl took a dramatic step forward, her hand flying to her eyepatch. "Foolish mortal! You gaze upon the . My Tyrant’s Eye perceives the mana fluctuations you leak like a wounded beast. You... you bear the mark of the Black Flames, don't you?"

Yuuta’s heart skipped. She couldn't know. It’s just a coincidence. "I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just a normal high schooler." 1 : A Chance Encounter... with Wicked Lord Shingan

She regained her composure, pulling her eyepatch snug. A small, triumphant smirk played on her lips. "Follow the ley lines three blocks west. But beware—the convenience store on the corner is a front for the Ethereal Bureau." The girl took a dramatic step forward, her

"Liars are the first to be consumed by the Void!" she shouted, pointing a frilly umbrella at him as if it were a rapier. "The resonance is undeniable! The contract is being forged even as we speak!" My Tyrant’s Eye perceives the mana fluctuations you

He sighed, the weight of his umbrella feeling a little lighter. "Fine, 'Wicked Lord Shingan.' If the boundary is closed, is there a... detour? One that doesn't involve being consumed by the Void?"

The rain in the city didn’t just fall; it felt like a deliberate attempt by the heavens to dampen the very soul of the metropolis. Yuuta Togashi, huddled under a transparent convenience store umbrella, sighed as he navigated the neon-slicked sidewalks. He just wanted to get home, eat some instant ramen, and forget the embarrassing "Dark Flame Master" scribbles he’d found in his old middle school notebook earlier that day. Then, the world shifted.

A figure stood motionless in the center of the pedestrian bridge, silhouetted against the flickering glow of a faulty streetlight. They wore a billowing black gothic lolita dress, combat boots, and—most strikingly—a stark white eyepatch over their right eye.