I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

Just before Akashmir's crimson lightning struck, I quietly reflected.

I was painfully aware that I wasn’t yet strong enough to fight against someone like her.

It couldn’t be helped.

It had been less than three months since I awakened as Yuria.

Even if I kept growing, and maybe one day I could catch up, for now, there simply hadn’t been enough time.

At this rate, I’d be pierced through and killed by that massive, ferocious lightning bolt.

No matter what miracle might occur, it was an immutable fate already sealed.

“Well, I believe in the original story, but I’m not particularly religious.”

In that fleeting moment, the inspiration that flashed through my mind was none other than the Tesseract.

I began to consider: could the Tesseract help me escape this critical situation?

Could I use it to restore Greg to his full condition, just as it had brought Anser and me back intact?

No, even if Greg were in perfect shape, he couldn’t beat Akashmir.