I Am an Emperor in a World of Mixed Anime

The girl's face was flushed as she let out a silly, soft laugh, a quiet and suppressed laugh that was full of slyness.

Akira Higashino looked at her with gentle eyes.

Who could resist such a lovely girl who has a great personality, good looks, an outstanding figure, is easily satisfied, and is like a mascot?

"I'll walk you home?"

"Hey!"

Yili quickly shook her head in refusal; she wasn't mentally prepared to tell her mother that she actually had a boyfriend.

Moreover, we didn't prepare any ingredients at home to make red bean rice in advance!

“If your family is worried, just tell your elders about us directly. There’s no need to hide it. Whether they agree or not, I will help you persuade them.”

"Baa baa! Don't hit your mom and dad!"

"What are you thinking?" She rolled her eyes at the girl with her peculiar thought process, who seemed to be conjuring up some strange image. "I'm not some blond guy who comes to your door on a motorcycle."

Finally, Akira Higashino escorted Ichiri Goto to the station, whose mind was still reeling from what had just happened, and whose expression shifted between silly laughter and worry.

After thinking for a moment, he spoke, "Private First Class Poch!"

"To!"

"I order you to send me a greeting message every morning and evening from now on, along with a selfie. And you're not allowed to go days without contacting me even though you have a boyfriend, understand?"

"Okay...okay!"

"Cheer up!"

"(Loudly) I understand!"

"Good job. Be careful on your way back, and text me when you get home."

"Oh…"

The train doors opened automatically, and the men and women working overtime on and off the platform, busy with work and social engagements, looked at the young couple. Their tired and numb faces unconsciously softened, and a look of reminiscence flashed in their eyes.

Goto Ichiri boarded the train home, and a figure that had been hiding in the crowd suddenly came over and followed her, subtly protecting her from the side.

As the train started moving, Akira Higashino turned and left the station alone, stepping into the dimly lit night and embarking on his journey home.

Footsteps sounded in the dark alleyway beside the road, quickly approaching and coming to his side.

Am I pretty?

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P.S.: 3000 words, still 15 chapters needed.

Chapter Seventy-Five: The Slit-Mouthed Woman

Higashino Akira kept walking, looking straight ahead, and continued his unhurried pace, ignoring her.

Upon seeing this, the masked woman who had initially approached to ask questions paused for a moment.

"Huh!"

"That shouldn't be the case!"

She tilted her head, jogged a couple of steps to the man's side, and gently waved her hand in front of him.

"Hello?"

Hello, can you see me?

Higashino Akira remained unmoved, and the woman frowned slightly in distress.

After thinking about it, she decided to follow the procedure. After all, she wasn't some third-rate nobody; she was a well-known figure with her own legend. She cared most about the rules. Otherwise, without those rules and regulations, she would have no memorable points and would be no different from those nobody who didn't even have a name.

The woman, somewhat annoyed, loosened the collar of her coat and gently waved her hand, causing a cool night breeze to sweep across the snow-capped mountains, carrying away the heat brought on by her restless mood.

The magnificent Northern Hemispheres collide and press against each other, creating a series of turbulent waves that are both breathtaking and awe-inspiring.

It was so sudden…

Akira Higashino forgot to turn off auto-aiming.

As an experienced mountaineer, when I saw the milky white snow-capped mountains, I couldn't help but instinctively look over at them—it was purely instinctive!

Then, their eyes met those of the woman with heterochromatic eyes, who seemed to be playing with amusement.

"You can see them right now, yet you pretend to ignore them. You're so mean, buddy!"

"That's why I don't want to talk to you. I've already ignored you, but you still don't know when to back down. You're so ungrateful!"

Faced with this woman's inexplicable accusations, Higashino Akira retorted with a speechless expression.

"Hey! Why? Isn't my figure good enough?" The woman suddenly became agitated, grabbed his arm, and questioned him angrily.

"Who cares!" Higashino Akira pulled his arm out of her arms and continued forward. "Dressed up like this and wearing a mask at night, who knows if you're the biological mother or how many deadly viruses you carry? I may be a womanizer, but that doesn't mean I'm not picky, you idiot."

"That's so unfair! It was clearly her first time, how dare you say that!"

"Doesn't that make it even more suspicious?"

That's not what I meant!

Seeing that the man was almost home, if she waited for him to go inside and close the door, and then, according to the rules, she couldn't go in without being invited, then it would be a complete failure!

Thinking of this, the woman suddenly became anxious, ran over quickly, grabbed his arm, pressed herself against the door, and pinned him against it, preventing him from opening it again.

Am I pretty?

The woman asked the question again, her eyes slightly red.

Higashino Akira calmly looked at her, made a gesture for the Imperial Guards who had been secretly guarding her and preparing to approach to step back, and then threw out a Qi-gazing spell.

[Name: Slit-Mouthed Woman]

[Age: 1]

[Qualification: Purple]

Raise your head slightly as a sign of respect.

This is ridiculous! Is this guy only one year old?

Higashino Akira reached out and gently pinched it. It felt real, warm, and elastic; it looked like a living thing. But this guy was strange in both name and aptitude.

I won't even mention the name "Slit-Mouthed Woman," it's a famous urban legend.

The "aptitude" label is only displayed for special beings like spirits. For an ordinary woman, it should display "luck".

Moreover, the purple aptitude is theoretically much stronger than that of Okazu Touko, who only reached light purple after being granted a title and growing a little further.

The woman opposite him, who hadn't received a reply and had even been groped, was completely stunned. A blush spread across her face all the way to her ears, and then she angrily slapped his hand away.

"What are you doing?! This is so presumptuous!"

"I was just asking you if I'm pretty, just answer me properly, why did you do something so rude!"

"How am I supposed to know if you're pretty or not when you're wearing a mask?" Higashino Akira, having learned the guy's true identity, remained calm. "Come on, don't be shy, take off your mask and let me see."

Upon hearing this, the woman calmed down immediately, revealed a satisfied smile, and ripped off her mask, revealing the corners of her mouth that had been torn to the sides of her face.

"Then, how about this?"

"Bold you monster! I can tell at a glance that you are not human!"

Higashino Akira smiled, reached out and grabbed her arm, turned around, opened the door, and pulled her inside.

"Eh—!!!"

boom--

The door slammed shut, and then sounds inappropriate for children gradually came from inside, along with occasional resentful questions from a woman.

"No! This isn't how it should be done according to the procedure!"

"When you see my face, you should be so scared that you turn around and run away, and then I should chase after you and cut your face like this with scissors!"

Why aren't you afraid of me at all?!

"This isn't right!"

"Urban legends aren't like that!"

"uh-huh…………"

"Heh, you're really good at making me laugh. In the world of the bizarre and grotesque, a creature like you is at best a loli!" Higashino Akira proved that the Slit-Mouthed Woman wasn't lying; it really was her first time, and she was very moist.

"No! I really can't take it anymore!"

"Please let me go! I'll never do it again!"

"I know I was wrong, sob..."

"You don't even know you're wrong, you just know you're doomed!" The mighty Emperor of Yunmeng angrily rebuked, bestowing his invincible second brother with good fortune, aiming straight for the heart of the enemy, emphasizing the boundless grace of the emperor.

"Urban legends, like the supernatural, don't cause pain!"

"You're lying! I did!"

"Really? How come I didn't know that?"

Beside them, Yukino Yukinoshita, in her black and white cow-and-cow cat form, stared dumbfounded at the absurd scene. She understood the situation from the conversation between the two, but still found it hard to believe.

No... is this reasonable?

Finally, the slit-mouthed woman, stuffed with cream like a cream puff, lay limply on the coffee table in the living room, her taillights sticking up high, her body slightly transparent. If it weren't for the occasional soft sobs that let people see her, she would have looked like she was about to die.

It would have been better to die, because it was so hot.

She doesn't understand!

Urban horror legends have always been synonymous with bloodshed and terror, and she is one of the most well-known types. After the previous generation of the Slit-Mouthed Woman died, she was finally born from the legend representing the Slit-Mouthed Woman, and she even received the care of a kind colleague who shared information about a high-quality client with her.

However, why do urban legends lose so badly to humans, with no ability to put up any resistance?

Even if you drive a few wandering spirits over and place them in front of humans, they shouldn't be unable to escape!

What is that power?

Why was it released in that way?