Siblings with No Life Get Summoned to Another World as Detectives

Kai, Mei, and Elmyra dashed toward the red, glowing beam.

"Hurry!" shouted Elmyra, her eyes gleaming in the last rays of the setting sun.

The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery orange.

"We must reach it before sunset!" Elmyra urged, trying to motivate both herself and the others.

"I can't go any faster…" Kai panted.

Mei was silent, but she too felt her strength slowly slipping away.

"Come on! We're close!" Elmyra cried.

After a few moments, they arrived in front of the source of light. Before them stood an old, ruined building, its side completely open.

Kai, Mei, and Elmyra hid in the bushes and watched as Vorenhart sat in front of a bloody symbol surrounded by lit candles. He sat cross-legged, a diary resting in his lap.

Vorenhart looked up at the sky and saw the sun had fully set. He opened the diary and began the incantation.

"I open words that do not belong to humans.

I unlock the tongue that—"

At Vorenhart's incantation, Elmyra leapt forward, her small frame cutting through the vines with ease.

"What about the plan?" Kai shouted.

"Screw the plan!" Elmyra yelled back, determination blazing in her eyes. She charged at Vorenhart, her staff whistling through the air, leaving streaks of light in its wake.

Vorenhart saw her and stood, yet continued the incantation.

"In the silence that gnaws the heart of time, I grant you passage… You, who are faceless."

Vorenhart stood, fists bare and clenched, his arm muscles glistening in the flickering torchlight. Across from him stood Elmyra, small as a child, but wielding a staff longer than her body. Her face held no fear, only a vicious grin.

"I'll break you!" she muttered, tightening her grip on the staff.

She struck first. The staff sliced through the air and cracked the ground like a whip. Vorenhart dodged, but the tip grazed his rib, leaving a bluish scratch of magical energy.

He did not pause. He leapt forward, punching straight toward her face. Elmyra ducked at the last moment, and his blow shattered the stone behind her.

"Too slow!" she taunted.

But Vorenhart did not stop. He grabbed her staff with his bare hands. She hissed as magic burst down the tree, scorching his palms, but he didn't let go.

Instead, he spun in a circle, twirling her small body with him, then released the staff, sending her flying several meters away.

Elmyra rolled and slammed into the wall of the ruined building but immediately rose, eyes locked on him again.

Then he straightened and spoke in a deep voice:

"You, who have no name but the one that signifies the end.

You, created from the first collapse of a star and the first breath of death.

Answer."

Elmyra felt the air grow denser, as if the earth itself were breathing. She tried to interrupt him, rushing at him and swinging her staff from the side, but Vorenhart caught the strike with one hand. The wood groaned as if about to snap, yet he did not falter.

"I hear your whispered steps.

Steps that break kingdoms, overturn seas, crush mountains.

Come, Calamities, bringers of ruin and inevitability."

Shadows began to stretch down the walls, as if fleeing something nonexistent. Elmyra felt the cold in her bones. Her eyes widened, but she did not give up. She drove the tip of her staff into the ground and unleashed a wave of light that lifted her into the air.

Like lightning, she struck Vorenhart straight in the chest. The man flew several steps backward and fell to the ground. Blood trickled from his lips as he continued, his voice shaking yet relentless:

"I do not beg you.

I do not summon you as servants.

I set you free!"

Elmyra tried to silence him, raining blows. Her staff struck his jaw, shoulder, knee — each hit sounded like breaking bones. Vorenhart staggered, but fire burned in his eyes, and from his throat came the final verse:

"And let the world learn the price of freedom!"

The ground shook. Walls cracked. Stones fell from the ceiling, and through the cracks seeped a darkness not of this world. From it came a sound — an awful, inhuman scream.

VRRROOOOHHH-SKRAAEEEIIIIIHHHHH-THRRAAUGHHHHH!!!

Elmyra gripped her staff, but this time there was no mocking smile on her face.

Shadows spread toward them, enveloping the space, while Vorenhart sat against the wall, bloodied. He did not look at Elmyra or the ruins around him. He only gazed into the dark that was born, into the Calamities he had unleashed.

"Now you're finished!" Elmyra screamed, and her staff glowed like a celestial flame as she lifted it high above her head.

"By the power of Holy Nytherre, I summon wrath from the very heart of heaven! Grant me the strength to crush everything in my path—" Energy swirled around her and her staff, forming vortices of light that whipped through the air. "Tear their bodies to pieces, scatter them to dust and ash!"

From the tip of the staff, the crystal emitted a blue beam that defied darkness itself. Wind howled, branches snapped, stones lifted, and the sky darkened under the force of the magic.

"Brother, quickly! Make a wish!" Mei shouted, eyes glowing with tension.

Kai surveyed the surroundings, heart pounding like a drum. In his mind, the perfect idea formed.

"I wish for Yuki to be a girl!" he said decisively.

The beam of light exploded in waves of power, illuminating everything around them in a sphere of blue light that shattered the ground, uprooted trees, and broke the ruins. The earth opened beneath Elmyra as the massive explosion engulfed Vorenhart, erasing him from the world, but mercifully leaving the brother and sister unharmed.

Everything shook with a TERRIFYING BOOM!

When it cleared, Elmyra set her staff aside and turned to Kai and Mei. She smiled, but then a huge black hand descended from the sky and grabbed her.

"I told you not to interfere!" said a terrifying voice, lifting Elmyra into the air.

Elmyra's eyes filled with fear, her body stiffening to the point she could not speak.

"I have no need for disobedient subjects!" the voice from the heavens roared, and the massive hand began crushing Elmyra's body.

The black hand squeezed tighter, ribs snapping, jagged shards piercing outward and tearing through skin with wet, sickening rips. Bone fragments shot outward, embedding themselves in her arms and thighs, while no scream came — only a gurgling, choking rasp as her lungs collapsed into a bloody pulp.

Her stomach swelled grotesquely, bloating before bursting with a wet, explosive squelch, expelling a torrent of blood, intestine, and unrecognizable organs that hit the cold ground with a steaming hiss. A pungent stench of iron, rot, and acid rose from the mess, curling into the air.

Her head was forced backward, vertebrae snapping one by one, until the skull cracked open under the unrelenting grip. Her brain oozed out in thick, glistening globs, sliding down the black hand and leaving slick, dark stains. One eye dangled on its optic nerve, wobbling as the other ruptured with a sick pop, leaving a hollow, staring void.

The fingers clenched once more, grinding what remained of Elmyra into a pulsing, rancid smear of flesh, blood, and bone. Worms wriggled from the earth, drawn to the heat and smell, burrowing greedily into the fresh, sticky mass.

A final wet "splat" echoed as her bloodied staff dropped, coated with gore, sliding through the sludge with a squelching sound that lingered in the cold, silent air.

Mei turned away and vomited into the bushes at the sight.

"She's gone…" Kai muttered, watching as the huge black hand returned to the sky.

But fate did not grant them a moment of peace. From all the cracks emerged creatures resembling animals, but with distorted, unnatural features.

They rose from the ruins, their movements stiff and awkward, their eerie sounds echoing through the empty space. They clawed and winged at the ground, the moon casting twisting, writhing shadows. Then they vanished into the air, leaving only a sense of unease and fear behind.

"They're here…" Mei murmured, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

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Yuki reached the door and gently opened it. He placed clean clothes on the toilet and hung the towel on its hook.

"It's been a long day..." he said, his voice tired as his hand brushed over the pink skirt he was wearing. "I should get a new skirt..."

He slowly began to take it off. Each movement felt automatic. When he removed it, he simply left it on the floor. His hands then moved to his underwear, and he began to pull them off…

But then… something felt wrong.

When he took them off, his heart skipped a beat. He looked down, and his eyes went wide. "Huh?" he muttered, his voice trembling. "Am I… a girl?"

He blinked several times, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him. He looked again, sweat pouring down his forehead. "WHAT!!!?" he shouted.