To be honest, after living in this world for some time, Mengyue finally realized just how inconvenient it was to be a so-called “spirit”—one of those high-tier races.

Sure, spirits had overwhelming power.
But the price was being rejected by human society.
In a world still ruled by humans, beings like spirits—elite but extremely few—were treated as nothing less than anomalies of the world.

Mengyue was extremely dissatisfied with her current life.
No TV, no phone, no computer—basically everything related to a shut-in lifestyle was cut off.
Even though a spirit’s body didn’t need food, never felt hunger, and could clean itself through spiritual power without bathing, Mengyue still chose to eat and wash herself through various methods.
Otherwise, she felt she’d lose the last few joys she could still enjoy.

But none of that was the real headache.

The feeling of weightlessness faded.
Her senses gradually returned.
Feeling the solid, heavy ground beneath her feet, Mengyue felt both joy—and bitterness.

She had returned to the real world again.

And as always, she found herself inside a crater blasted open by a massive explosion.
Mengyue held her aching head.

If she hadn’t understood why spirits—meaning herself—were shunned before, she certainly understood now after repeatedly seeing the same scene.

Someone who creates a massive AOE nuke-zone just by showing up—
Throw them into a city and you’d expect humans not to be terrified?

“Coordinate KX8964. Identification Code: Thor has appeared. All personnel, prepare for combat!”

Sure enough, moments after Mengyue materialized, a squad of heavily armed mecha girls charged toward her like it was routine.

“Knew it.”
Letting out a helpless sigh she was already used to, Mengyue spoke in a calm, steady tone:

“Come forth—Ratziel, Sage of Dawn.”

Blue-white lightning gathered in her left hand, constantly shifting shape until it solidified.

It became a nearly body-length bow.
Unlike ordinary bows with smooth curves, the limbs of this bow looked like jagged lightning given form, reflecting a cold, dark-blue metallic sheen.

Missiles and bullets tore toward her, but Mengyue merely spread her magnetic field.
The projectiles wobbled drunkenly and curved around her harmlessly.

“Spears of Lightning—Disperse!”

She pulled back the transparent bowstring and released.
A barrage of lightning bolts burst forth like a torrential rainstorm.
Before the AST could even react, their Territory barriers had already shattered.
Paralysis surged through their bodies, leaving them unable to fight.

None of them died.
Truthfully, Mengyue wasn’t capable of calculating the perfect formula to precisely destroy their shields while ensuring only paralysis.
Unlike the esper students of Academy City whose brains were enhanced for precise computation, Mengyue’s mind had no such superhuman processing ability.

She could easily trigger natural lightning with her power, but iron-sand manipulation or a true Railgun-level super electromagnetic cannon—those required calculations she simply couldn’t match.

But with Ratziel in hand, things changed.

Rather than a weapon or a power amplifier, it functioned more like an external computation unit.
It computed the formulas of her abilities for her.
Meaning: as long as she had this angel equipped, all she had to do was think about what she wanted to do—the execution was handled automatically.

However, that didn’t solve everything.

As the frontal fighters were disabled, several AST members hidden behind the ruins rushed out, brandishing lightsabers as they charged toward her.

This was where Ratziel’s flaw became apparent.
A bow nearly as tall as she was became a huge obstacle in close combat.
Its durable material made it tough, but the shape was terrible for attacking like a sword or defending like a shield.

Thus, Mengyue had only one option: dodge.

Slash! Slash! Slash!
The lightsabers with high cutting power sliced toward her relentlessly.
At high speed, the combined strikes severely limited Mengyue’s room to dodge.
Several times, she narrowly avoided being cut.

Mengyue frowned—not because she was helpless.
Quite the opposite—she had plenty of ways to win.
A burst of electricity could knock them all out; iron-sand manipulation would also work.

What irritated her was their style of fighting.

No regard for defense—only pure offense.
Like assassins in wuxia novels, attacking with a kill-at-the-cost-of-injury philosophy.

In such clashes, she would only injure them,
but they could kill her.

This style diminished her physical advantage.
And the moment their attack failed, their lives would be entirely in Mengyue’s hands.

If Mengyue wanted to, they would have died a hundred times already.

After several encounters, even when the attackers changed, she noticed a pattern in AST operations.

They were ruthless toward spirits, yes—but also deeply disciplined.
As a military unit, their coordination and discipline were exceptional.
Such a group wouldn’t order their members into near-suicidal tactics.

Meaning…

“You noticed, didn’t you?”
Mengyue gave a bitter smile in her heart.

She—Liangyi Mengyue—could not kill.
Not that she didn’t know how, but that she couldn’t bring herself to.

As someone born in peaceful times, she’d only ever trained a bit for self-defense.
Killing had always been a concept far removed from her life.

And having experienced death once, she understood the value of life even more.
If possible, she didn’t want anyone else to feel that horror.

More importantly—
they were the righteous ones.

Her body acted on its own.
Whenever that distortion sensation came, she was forcibly dragged out of this world.
And every time she returned, there was always a massive crater at her feet.

She couldn’t control when it happened, nor where she would appear.

She was like a runaway missile—one wrong appearance, and she would cause huge civilian damage.

She was the threat to humanity.
They were the ones protecting humans, their homes, their families.

Their actions were fully justified.
Aside from self-defense, Mengyue had no reason at all to fight them.

Their attacks grew fiercer.
Now that they were sure she wouldn’t kill, their assault became reckless.

“Tch!”
A slash grazed her arm.
Sparks flew as her black cloak-like Astral Dress scraped against the lightsaber.

This was bad.
If this dragged on, the paralyzed members would recover and rejoin the battle.
That would be disastrous.

Mengyue hooked her foot against the ground, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.
The AST froze, unwilling to move blindly through the obscured vision.

When the smoke cleared, the spirit was gone.

“Where’s Thor’s signal?”

“Spatial quake energy has stabilized. Confirming target has Lost.”

The AST finally breathed out in relief.
After regrouping, the captain ordered retreat.

“...They’re finally gone.”

In a corner of the ruins, Mengyue’s form shimmered back into visibility.
Her pretty face clearly showed relief.

“Seriously… what am I gonna do now?!”

They’d discovered her weakness.
In future unavoidable conflicts, unless she found effective countermeasures, trouble was guaranteed.

Her biggest problem now was: she had no information.

Because she hated harem anime, she didn’t know this world’s plot, direction, or even its basic system.
If not for that bastard’s misunderstanding, she would never have chosen to come here in the first place.

Mengyue wasn’t stupid—far from it.
Just based on the events she’d experienced, she could already analyze her situation with impressive rationality.

But one person alone had limits.
As a spirit, her ability to gather intel was extremely restricted.
Even if she could fully utilize whatever information she had, it was far too little to analyze anything properly.

“Ugh, that annoying feeling again…”
The familiar sense of distortion appeared.
Based on experience, she had about five seconds before she “vanished.”

At that moment, her gaze swept across a dilapidated shop—
and she spotted something inside.

Her eyes lit up with unprecedented brilliance.

“A tablet—aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

At the very last moment before disappearing, Mengyue pounced on it like a starving wolf.

PS:
I did check—each spirit’s Angel and Astral Dress corresponds to one of the ten Sephirot on the Kabbalah Tree of Life.
The second Sephirah corresponds to Ratziel, so I followed Fujimi’s setting.
As for the specific weapon name—I made that part up.