Multiverse: Why does the world show a health bar? !

"Looks like you've finished dealing with it, Yurine?" Li Mo casually peeled an orange and asked.

"Dealt with it, but it's useless," Yurine muttered. "...The likelihood of the little evil god sincerely begging for mercy is about the same as your parents promising to buy you a game if you do well on your next exam. It's not worth believing. Sometimes I really don't know how to handle her."

"I agree with you. The little evil god doesn't listen to reason and doesn't change no matter how much you punish her. She's immune to both soft and hard tactics. Someone like her could be called a true hero," Li Mo sighed. The little evil god's shamelessness was unparalleled in the world. Even in the face of Yurine's overwhelming strength, the little evil god would admit her mistakes but never actually change. She was the epitome of a demon's stubbornness.

He remembered how Muzan Kibutsuji, the demon king, would run away at the first sign of danger and outlive his enemies. But thinking about it, comparing the little evil god to Muzan made her seem less despicable. At least Muzan feared Yoriichi Tsugikuni's Sun Breathing. The little evil god, on the other hand, wouldn't yield to Yurine even if she were torn apart, cut in half, or smashed into pulp.

She was just taking advantage of her immortality to do whatever she wanted.

Yurine silently shared the orange. She had punished the little evil god more than once. Now, she treated her more like a guardian dealing with a mischievous child. She understood the helplessness adults felt when faced with a child's mischief.

So, aside from physical punishment, what else could she do?

Nothing.

"Here, Medusa, have an orange." Setting the little evil god aside for now, Yurine handed the peeled orange to Medusa.

The oranges were brought by Li Mo, along with some sunflower seeds. The only evidence of the sunflower seeds now was the pile of shells in the trash.

"Thank you, Yurine. Um..." Medusa, who had taken the orange, seemed uneasy. Even with a paper bag over her head, her anxiety was palpable.

She kept glancing toward the bathroom.

The little evil god was in the bathroom, hanging from a hook, her blood dripping into the bathtub.

How had things come to this?

Medusa fell into reminiscence. After the little evil god got money from her, she had gleefully rushed into the pachinko parlor, claiming she would get her revenge and win back all the money she had lost before. Not long after, Yurine had stormed in, grabbed the little evil god by the scruff of her neck, and dragged her back home.

Then came the usual "punishment" routine.

The little evil god, even with her immortality, shouldn't treat herself so carelessly.

And now, her wails could still be heard...

Huh?

"I was wrong, Yurine, I was really wrong. I won't do it again, I promise. It hurts so much, please let me go."

"Li Mo, Li Mo, you damn human, what did you do to me? It hurts, it hurts so much..."

"Medusa, Medusa, save me, save me. If you don't save me, I'll cut ties with you!"

"It hurts, it hurts..."

The wails gradually turned into threats. The transition was so smooth that it was clear the little evil god had no intention of changing.

Li Mo and Yurine ignored her, continuing to eat and chat, occasionally discussing popular topics like gods and demons and supernatural phenomena. Medusa, however, kept glancing toward the bathroom, her worry evident.

No matter how despicable the little evil god was, she was still her friend.

Yes, Medusa was just that kind of good-hearted person.

Despite the wails and screams, Medusa managed to eat the orange, but in her distraction, she accidentally removed the paper bag from her head.

"Um, Yurine, should we really not check on the little evil god? She seems to be in a lot of pain."

Yurine had punished the little evil god more than once or twice. After all, the little evil god was always saying she would kill Yurine and return to the demon world. She wasn't just all talk—every time she made a clumsy attempt, it ended with Yurine's "punishment."

"Does it really hurt that much?" Yurine put down the orange peel and asked Li Mo. "What did you do to her?"

When she hung the little evil god on the hook in the bathroom, she had seen Li Mo cast some kind of spell on her.

"A spell that amplifies sensations. It should have worn off by now. Why is she still screaming like this...? Is it really that painful?"

Come on, with her level of immortality, how could she still be afraid of pain? Given Yurine's usual methods of punishment, this level of pain shouldn't be a big deal.

Yurine nodded. "Then it's fine. Don't worry about her, Medusa. The little evil god needs to learn her lesson. She still owes me money from last time's groceries, and now she's using her allowance to gamble. This kind of behavior is unacceptable."

To the little evil god, Medusa was like an ATM. In other words, a "sucker." In the demon's long life, how much money had she borrowed from Medusa? No one knew, but it was probably an astronomical figure.

Yurine had calculated that since the little evil god had come to live with her, the amount of money she had borrowed was close to several million yen. And that was with the little evil god holding back.

No, she couldn't keep thinking about it. The more she thought, the angrier she got.

"Oh, okay..." Medusa said meekly. She felt guilty for not helping her friend, even though she knew it was the right thing to do.

"Medusa... I'm cutting ties with you!" It seemed the little evil god knew what was happening outside, as her wails grew louder.

This triggered Yurine's counterattack. The high school girl, who always wore an eyepatch, expressionlessly grabbed a chainsaw from the weapons storage room and marched into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of the chainsaw's "buzz" filled the air, accompanied by the little evil god's screams and Yurine's maniacal laughter, interspersed with taunts like, "Why aren't you screaming now, little evil god?"

Her mouth was probably ruined by now... in the literal sense.

Medusa was visibly uncomfortable.

Looking at the delicate girl in front of him, Li Mo found her faint eye shadow quite appealing, but overall, she looked more like a high school girl.

She seemed more like a younger sister type than an older sister. If our dear Rider from the Type-Moon world saw a namesake like this in another world, she'd probably be thrilled.

The Medusa of the Type-Moon world, Rider, had been influenced by her two older sisters to believe that the younger and cuter someone was, the better.

—Probably because her older sisters were jealous of Rider's development. What's wrong with a busty mature woman?

As random thoughts filled his mind, Li Mo handed Medusa another orange. "Have some more snacks. It's still a while until dinner. And it might take some time for Yurine and the little evil god to finish their... business."

"Oh, thank you..." Medusa took the orange but fell silent again.

The girl noticed that the paper bag was no longer on her head. She hesitated for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Aren't you afraid of my gaze?"