Anime is an Outer God's Playground

The next morning, Alice woke up with a pounding headache. The weight of her mission, the pressure of her syndicate, and, most of all, the unbearable absence of Akira gnawed at her soul. Her usually sharp, calculating mind felt dulled, her thoughts clouded. Every day without him was another reminder of how incomplete she felt. Yet, as she stirred in her massive bed, sunlight creeping through the heavy drapes, she reminded herself of the one thing that kept her from losing herself entirely: Roxanne.

Her daughter was the spitting image of Akira—his brilliance, his energy, and even flashes of his darker side. Roxanne wasn't just a piece of him; she was him in a way, his legacy incarnate.

Alice groaned softly as she sat up, rubbing her temples. "Another day," she muttered to herself, "another trial to endure."

After a quick glance at her phone to check Jessie's overnight updates, Alice rose and got dressed. Her outfit, sleek and commanding as always, mirrored the woman she needed to be for the world.

Downstairs, the smell of fresh coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the soft chatter of the staff. As Alice made her way to the dining room, she found Roxanne already at the table, nibbling on a piece of toast.

"Morning, Mama," Roxanne said with a cheerful smile, crumbs dotting her lips.

Alice's irritation softened at the sight of her. Though the ache in her heart remained, Roxanne's presence was like a balm, a reminder that she wasn't entirely alone.

"Good morning, my little terror," Alice said with a faint smile, sitting down beside her.

Roxanne beamed at the nickname, her eyes gleaming with pride. "Little terror, huh? I like it," she said, giggling between bites of toast. Her laughter echoed with a hint of dangerous joy, reminding Alice just how much of her husband's blood flowed through the girl's veins.

Alice, however, leaned forward, her expression turning stern. "Enough of that," she said sharply. "Listen to me, Roxanne. There must be no more killing at the school. Not now, not ever."

Roxanne tilted her head innocently. "Why not? It was fun last time."

Alice sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. The girl was too young to understand the delicacy of the situation. "Because, my little terror," Alice explained, her tone colder now, "I've already taken care of everyone who could have been a problem. The principal, the teachers, the staff, and your little friend—what was her name? Emily? They're all gone."

Roxanne's smile didn't falter, though her eyes lit up with a mix of understanding and admiration. "You really did all that for me?"

Alice reached across the table and brushed a crumb off Roxanne's cheek. "Of course. I'll do anything to protect you. But we can't draw any more attention to ourselves. No more killing, especially at school. You need to fit in and keep your brilliance hidden. We don't want anyone looking too closely at you."

Roxanne nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "Alright, Mama. No more killing... for now."

Alice leaned back, satisfied but still cautious. "Good girl. Now finish your breakfast. We've got a long day ahead."

As Roxanne resumed eating, Alice sipped her coffee, silently pondering the weight of her decisions.

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Roxanne and Dan sat comfortably in the backseat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, the luxurious interior gleaming with polished wood and soft leather. He had grown up never even imagining stepping into a car like this, let alone being escorted in one by the head conductor of Alice's fleet.

Roxanne, however, was completely at ease. She sat with her arms crossed, wearing her usual confident smirk. To her, this was just another normal morning. "You're acting like you've never been in a Phantom before," she teased, glancing sideways at Dan.

Dan flushed, sinking deeper into the plush seat. "I haven't. I... I've never even seen one this close," he admitted, his voice tinged with amazement. "Your mom has multiple of these?"

Roxanne rolled her eyes, though there was a touch of pride in her tone. "Of course she does. This is nothing. You should see our garage sometime—Lambos, Ferraris, you name it. Mama likes to collect things."

The head conductor, a dignified older man in a sharp suit, glanced at them through the rearview mirror, smiling politely but staying silent.

Dan shook his head, still processing. "I feel like I'm in a dream."

Roxanne smirked. "Get used to it, Danny. This is just the beginning."

As the car pulled up to the school gates, Dan hesitated for a moment before stepping out, feeling almost unworthy of the experience. Roxanne, however, strode out confidently, her aura commanding attention as students nearby turned to watch the pair.

As they walked toward the school building, Roxanne glanced over at Dan, noticing how quiet he had gotten. Usually, he'd be fumbling over words or gushing about something, but today he seemed distant.

"Hey," Roxanne began, tilting her head. "Aren't your parents going to worry about you being away from home for so long? You've been with us for days now."

Dan hesitated, his steps slowing. "Parents?" he muttered, almost like the word was foreign to him. "I... don't have parents. Never really did."

Roxanne stopped in her tracks and turned to face him, her sharp crimson eyes locking onto his. "Then who do you live with?"

"My uncle," Dan said after a pause, his voice barely above a whisper. "If you can call it living. He's drunk most of the time. I'm more like a ghost in his house than anything else. I doubt he even notices I'm gone."

Roxanne's expression softened, though there was an almost imperceptible flicker of anger in her eyes. "So, no one's worried about you?"

Dan shook his head. "No one, Roxanne. That's just how it is."

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Roxanne's smirk was gone, replaced by a calculating look. Then, with a determined air, she grabbed his hand and pulled him forward.

"Well, good," she said, her tone suddenly resolute. "Because that means no one's going to take you away from me."

Dan blinked, his face going red as her words sunk in. "W-What? I—what do you mean?" he stammered, flustered.

Roxanne smiled faintly, her grip on his hand unwavering. "It means you're mine now. And trust me, I take care of what's mine."

Dan's heart skipped a beat, his face heating up further. "Y-You're just saying that," he muttered, trying to look away, but the redness in his cheeks gave him away.

Roxanne leaned in closer with a confident smirk. "Nope. You're stuck with me now. Better get used to it, Danny-boy."

Dan didn't reply, too overwhelmed by the mix of embarrassment and a strange, fluttering warmth in his chest.

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As the teacher droned on, scribbling basic geometric shapes on the chalkboard, Roxanne sighed in frustration. Her brilliant mind had already mastered concepts far beyond what was being taught. She muttered under her breath, so softly that no one else could hear, "God, I wish the teacher would just disappear..."

Then it happened.

The teacher froze mid-sentence, her hand hovering over the chalkboard. The room went eerily silent, and before anyone could react, she vanished. Completely gone.

The chalk she was holding dropped to the floor with a sharp clink, echoing in the stunned silence of the classroom.

"What the—?!" a student exclaimed.

"Where did she go?" another shouted, standing up in shock.

Roxanne's crimson eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. She froze in her seat, utterly confused. What just happened? She felt a strange chill crawl up her spine, but she kept her composure, blending into the chaos around her.

Dan leaned toward her, whispering urgently, "Did you see that? What just happened?"

"I… I don't know," Roxanne replied honestly, her voice low and shaken. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she had witnessed. Did someone teleport the teacher? Was it a prank? Or… something else?

The classroom erupted into murmurs, students speculating wildly.

"Maybe she ran out or something?"

"No way! She didn't even move! She just… vanished!"

Roxanne sat quietly, gripping the edge of her desk tightly. No one was looking at her, and no one seemed to suspect her. She kept her expression neutral, trying to mask the growing sense of unease bubbling inside her.

The noise in the classroom escalated, voices overlapping in frantic confusion. Roxanne clenched her fists, her heightened senses making every sound feel like a sharp needle in her ears. Her frustration built up until it burst out of her.

"Just shut up, everyone!" she shouted, her voice reverberating in the air.

And then, silence.

Not the natural kind, but a suffocating, unnatural stillness. Roxanne blinked, her crimson eyes scanning the room. Her classmates were frozen in their seats, mouths half-open, arms mid-gesture. Even Dan, who had been leaning closer to her, was now a statue of shock.

The ticking clock on the wall had stopped. The gentle sway of the curtains halted, frozen in mid-motion. The classroom was suspended in time.

Roxanne's breathing quickened as the realization hit her. What… is this? What's happening?

She stood up slowly, her chair scraping against the floor—one of the only sounds in the entire room. Walking past her classmates, she waved a hand in front of one of their faces. Nothing. No reaction.

Her heart pounded in her chest. She felt a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. Whatever was happening, it was coming from her. She could feel the residual energy coursing through her veins, a power she didn't understand but couldn't deny.

"Did… did I do this?" she whispered, looking at her trembling hands.

She turned to Dan, her only source of comfort, but even he remained lifeless in the frozen scene. The oppressive silence began to weigh on her, and for the first time, she felt truly alone in her power.

"Okay, okay, think, Roxanne... Undo!" She shouts.

The chaos in the classroom returned in an instant. Voices rose again, overlapping in confusion, but Roxanne wasn't overwhelmed this time. Instead, she sat there, her crimson eyes widening as the realization settled in. I did that. I stopped time. And I started it again.

She looked around the room, her lips curling into a subtle smile. "Let's see…" she whispered.

"Everyone… sit down," she said, her voice steady but curious.

The moment her words left her mouth, the entire class immediately sat down, even those who had been standing, yelling, or pacing moments before. Her eyes sparkled with delight.

"This is… amazing," she muttered, her fingers twitching with excitement.

Testing further, she glanced at the window. "Rain," she commanded softly. Instantly, droplets began to patter against the glass, even though moments ago, the sky had been perfectly clear.

She chuckled, leaning back in her chair, her mind racing with possibilities. "What else can I do?"

The obsession began to bloom. She felt an intoxicating surge of control—an ability to bend reality itself to her will.

Roxanne stood, her heart racing with the thrill of the power she now held. The world around her felt insignificant, a mere canvas for her whims. The teacher, standing there helplessly, was the first to become her victim.

"Bleed," she ordered.

Without warning, the teacher's body erupted in blood, gushing from every orifice. His eyes bulged in pain as the blood spilled across the floor, pooling in crimson rivers around him. Roxanne watched, fascinated, as his body collapsed in a heap, now nothing more than a grotesque puddle of blood and flesh.

She turned to the boy who had laughed at her earlier, his mockery still echoing in her mind. "I want your legs to break."

The cracking sound filled the room, followed by the boy's scream as his legs twisted unnaturally, the bones snapping with sickening force. Blood poured from his ruptured limbs as he crumpled to the floor, unable to move.

Roxanne smirked, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. She was in control. She could do whatever she wanted.

The next victim was a girl who had whispered behind her back. "Cut yourself," Roxanne demanded.

The girl's hands moved against her will, bringing a knife to her own throat. The blade sliced through the skin effortlessly, and blood began to pour out, splattering onto the floor. The girl gasped, choking on her own blood as she collapsed, her eyes wide with horror.

"Good," Roxanne purred. "Now die."

With a flick of her hand, the girl's body went limp, her lifeless form crumpling onto the floor in a bloody heap.

Roxanne turned to the other students, her eyes narrowing. "Fight. To the death."

Two boys immediately lunged at each other, fists flying. Blood sprayed with each punch, staining the walls, the desks, the floor. The room became a chaotic blur of violence and gore. Roxanne stood there, watching with twisted satisfaction as they beat each other senseless, the sound of bones breaking and blood spilling filling her ears.

"Enough," she commanded, and they froze mid-punch, suspended in the violence, blood dripping from their broken bodies.

She smiled darkly, savoring the moment. She could feel the power coursing through her veins. The power to control, to destroy. It was intoxicating.

She turned her gaze to a girl who had once laughed at her. "Rip your own throat out," Roxanne ordered.

The girl screamed as her hands moved of their own accord, tearing at her throat, blood spilling in torrents as she gasped for air, her life draining away with every second.

Roxanne's smile grew. "Pathetic."

She waved her hand, and the girl's body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

The classroom was a scene of horror, blood everywhere, bodies sprawled across the floor. Roxanne stood in the center of it all, unshaken, her laughter filling the room.

She was in control now. The world was hers to do with as she pleased.

She looked over at Danny, who was still sitting and obeying her last order.

"Danny..." She murmured.

Roxanne focused, the strange sense of control washing over her. She closed her eyes for a moment, the power swirling in her mind. When she opened them again, everything around her was back to normal. The teacher was at the front of the class, unaware of the chaos that had just occurred. The classroom buzzed with the usual chatter, oblivious to the fact that time itself had been manipulated.

She smiled to herself, enjoying the subtle thrill of her power. For now, she would play it cool. There would be time for more testing later, but today, she'd keep things under control. At least for a while.

Dan, sitting beside her, glanced nervously at her, still oblivious to the full extent of what she was capable of. He could feel something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Roxanne just looked at him, her expression unreadable, and he turned his gaze back to the teacher, wondering what was going through her mind.

"Not now..." She whispered.

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