【Future Sight】Saving Tragic Beautiful Girls and Making Them Obsessively Fall for Me 〜I Selfishly “Helped” the Witches Who Were Gonna Destroy the World Just to Train My Martial Arts, and Now They’re All Dripping with Obsession and Worshipping Me〜

Chapter 2

So yeah, that’s how it went. I wandered around the slums for a while.

…Still haven’t found her at all. This is bad—it’s almost time for shit to go down, isn’t it?

I stood there in the middle of a busy street, racking my brain.

“Hmm… the slums are freaking huge. There’s no way I can search the whole place by myself. Guess that means… I gotta ask people for help.”

Just go up to the locals passing by and ask: Um, has anyone seen a pink-haired girl from my class? I don’t actually remember her name, but…

Alright, decision made. No time like the present. I was just about to open my mouth and call out to some random guy walking nearby when—

“—Hey. You there, rich boy.”

“Hm?”

A kinda sultry voice suddenly called out from behind me.

I turned around and saw—

“What’s up, lady? You talking to me?”

There was a woman dressed in pretty revealing clothes—definitely not young anymore but still attractive—and right beside her, standing protectively, was one guy. Both of them were staring straight at me, so yeah, definitely me.

I was about to ask what the hell they wanted when I was clearly busy, but the woman spoke first.

“Guys like you shouldn’t be wandering around a place like this. Go home quick.”

“Huh? What… do you mean by that?”

“What do I mean? You seriously haven’t noticed? You’re—being targeted by a whole bunch of people.”

She lowered her voice a little as she told me.

Huh. Yeah, I kinda figured the more I moved around here, the louder the presence behind me got. So I really was being followed.

But the part I didn’t get was *why*. If I don’t know, might as well ask someone who seems to.

“Thanks for going out of your way to warn me. I’ll be careful. By the way… mind telling me why exactly I’m being targeted?”

“Be careful, he says… You seriously planning to go home or what? And the reason? Isn’t it obvious! A kid walking around the slums in fancy clothes like yours— to these lowlifes, you’re just a walking wallet…!”

“! Ohhh, right. The clothes. Never even crossed my mind…”

So even here my background ends up dragging me down, huh. Ever since I got kidnapped that one time for ransom way back, I’ve been strictly told to never come near places like this.

“Sigh. Rich boys really have zero sense of danger. Alright, now that you get it, scram already. We’ll walk you at least to a safer area, and after this you better never—”

“Nah. I’m not going back yet.”

“…Huh?”

The second I cut her off, she gave me that “are you stupid?” look.

Look, I get it. This lady was genuinely being kind by calling out to me, and even offered to escort me out.

But I’ve got something really important I gotta do, so I can’t just leave. This is the perfect chance to test my own strength… I refuse to let something as stupid as my birth get in the way.

“You— What the hell are you saying…! Like I just told you, a ton of thugs are after you right now!? You can’t even imagine what kinda shit they’ll do to a spoiled rich kid like—”

“—Lady. I really appreciate the concern. But the thing is… I came here specifically because I want to stop being just some spoiled rich kid.”

“…Stop being a rich kid? Someone as blessed as you, what are you even—”

Living without ever worrying about money, just following the path laid out for me. Everyone around me fears my parents, doesn’t see me as a person, just treats me like some fancy accessory.

And on top of that— heh, that scene I saw in the dream cracked me up.

Yeah, when the world is literally about to end, corrupt merchants and their families who made enemies everywhere would obviously be the first ones torn apart. Never thought I’d actually feel the sensation of getting killed that realistically, though.

But all of it, everything… comes down to the fact that I didn’t have the power to seize my own path. The strength I need to never bend, never break, to live completely on my own terms—

“—To get my very own fists. That’s why. So—can you tell me something, lady?”

And taking the perfect opening, I asked her.

“—A small girl with pink hair. She’s gonna get attacked by some thugs very soon. I need to get to her. Do you know anything about where she might be?”

“Pink hair…!?”

The lady looked seriously shocked. Bingo—she knows her. That classmate girl.

Come on, come on. If you know, then tell me.

—The first step, the very first mark on the road that leads me to becoming the one and only absolute powerhouse… tell me where it starts!

And so.

I shook off the thugs who were supposedly after me in an instant and arrived at an even deeper, more tucked-away part of the slums.

The lady had said, “That girl is definitely there.” What bothered me was the extra part she added: “Whenever something awful happens to her, she’s always there.”

Still… running into that lady right at the last possible second? That was straight-up heavenly luck.

“G-Gihiii…! Bitch!!”

“—Wh-Why… no place to go back to, getting attacked. Why is Fuka the only one who has to go through this… Everything… I don’t care anymore—”

In the back alley, a guy had his sword out, clearly not right in the head. And the person he was pinning down right now was the pink-haired girl I’d seen at the academy too.

I took all that in from above them.

—The moment I became certain that [Future Sight] was real, I used the mana floating in the air as footing and kicked off full force straight down toward the ground.

Result.

“Ggh…!!”

The guy took my fist head-on and got blasted away with insane force.

He smashed straight through several buildings, flying off with a huge crash.

And the girl who was staring in total shock… Fuka, was it? She looked up at me and whispered,

“Eh… Taylor-kun? Where did you… I mean, you saved Fuka…?”

Good, she’s safe. Alright then, Fuka’s part is done!

Now comes the real main event—

“—GAAAAAAAHHHH!!”

From the direction the guy got blown, a poisonous purple aura exploded outward.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s some nasty energy! My arms are itching like crazy…!”

Alright then, time for the long-awaited deathmatch—let’s go take down one of the “witches”’s pawns!