I'm a teacher in Tokyo!

"I was 10,000 years late in my time travel, and I was forced to become a powerful being."

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This book has faced many setbacks along the way, including renaming and misclassification. Its initial performance was extremely poor. It only started to improve after 70,000 to 80,000 words, barely enough to keep readers engaged. It was then put on the light novel platform as a trial, and to be honest, it had already completely failed.

However, it is only when storms come that saplings can grow strong, so setbacks are not necessarily a bad thing.

With the support of many readers, this book once soared to the top of the light novel charts and the second place on the overall charts, even getting close to the author's most respected and feared author, Fox Tail. Its momentum continued to grow, and it received numerous accolades, including from the Three Rivers and the Three Rivers. All of this is thanks to the readers who followed the book.

However, because the author has to work a regular job every day, sometimes he has to rush to finish his manuscript right after get off work, or even continue writing during his one-hour lunch break at night. Therefore, in the early stages, most of the updates were at 11 or 12 at night, or even in the early morning, before he went back to work the next day.

Sometimes I'm in a rush and only review the post after it's published. Other times it's too late, and I often just glance at it, so there are often some typos. However, I will carefully review the post the next day and correct any errors that can be corrected. Thank you for your understanding, dear readers.

(Including tomorrow's big update event, I will stay up all night to finish it and try to update ten chapters tomorrow. In fact, the author does not have any drafts saved up because I am a working person and the time I can use to write each day is too limited. During this period, I have already spent all my energy on making the outline for the future. As for saving drafts, I am willing but unable to do so. But please rest assured, the author will leave the company at the end of the year and will have plenty of time to write in the future.)

The reason this book has been able to persevere is entirely due to the support of my brothers, which has enabled it to reach this point.

It all started with a random idea: to try writing a story about an ordinary person with a truly tenacious (and frugal) will, without any system. So I started writing.

Because there is no system, it is very difficult to construct a logical plot and to create tension and conflict. This book therefore requires a lot of effort.

After all, there is no system, and there never will be. If it were a system novel, all you need to do is keep issuing tasks for the protagonist to complete, like a tool, to advance the plot. It's simple, convenient, and fast.

Without a system, one needs to carefully study and figure it out, which takes a lot of effort. Therefore, I hope everyone will subscribe to support this book and take advantage of the favorable wind.

The importance of initial subscriptions to an author is self-evident; future recommendations and other aspects will be based on this standard.

Brothers, can you let me have a glimpse of what Wan Ding looks like?

I would like to thank all the readers who have supported me and given me tips;

Wishing all readers a happy new year filled with family joy, blissful love, and abundant wealth!

The very last, the very last, the very last—

I hope you guys can accumulate tons of gold coins, and I'll update like crazy! Also, please vote with monthly tickets!!

I'm not sleeping tonight, I'll write and post whatever I can! I said I'd post ten updates, and I will!

First-time subscribers will receive a premium subscription, with a month of intensive updates!

Finally, I'd like to say, albeit tentatively, that I hope to get over 10,000 first-day subscriptions—even though I haven't gotten 10,000 follower subscriptions yet.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 83 The Unexpected Events of the Ceremony (First Update)

"Om-"

The resentment, solidified as ink, crashed into the basin of water, splashing up droplets.

Everyone frowned slightly, and a series of ringing sounds inexplicably arose in their ears.

The sound was like infrasound; at one moment, they even felt that their will and body were not on the same plane, their souls were drifting away, and reality became blurred.

The world before my eyes is more like a crumbling building, flashing with all sorts of lights, while under the neon lights lies endless darkness;

At this moment, Kotoko's chanting grew louder, and everyone suddenly felt the dust settle down, and the blur before their eyes quickly became clear;

"Boom-"

Another drop fell.

The wooden frame of the platform creaked and groaned, and a crack appeared on the wood, which quickly spread.

At this moment, the blood-red water in the basin had turned completely black;

Still gurgling upwards—

At this moment, the inverted bowl on top began to shake violently, sometimes colliding and making a tinkling sound.

Qinzi remained calm, holding the jade and silk in both hands, and chanting incantations to invoke the gods;

But just then;

A sigh came from the half-paper dripping with curses;

"Ugh……"

That sigh sounded like the complaints, lamentations, curses, and pleas of countless people.

Almost instantly—

The statue at the very front suddenly shattered, and viscous black liquid overflowed from the statue's mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, slowly flowing towards the ground.

The bowls on the basin exploded one after another, scattering countless fragments in all directions;

At the bottom of the bowl, the words written in cinnabar, such as “hate,” “resentment,” “jealousy,” “unfulfilled desires,” “hatred of separation,” “life,” and “death,” looked as if they had been smeared haphazardly by someone’s hand, with all the colors mixed together.

The fluttering red flag symbolizing the gods was dyed black, and the white stones underfoot crumbled and decayed, turning grayish-black.

The cloth in Qinzi's hand was torn in the middle, and countless black liquids flowed out.

A look of surprise crossed her face. She dropped the cloth, stood up abruptly, formed a mudra with her hands, and looked around.

The next moment, a fear she hadn't felt in a long time, a fear that sent chills down her spine and made her scalp tingle, suddenly surged into her heart.

because--

The sky, I don't know when, it got dark.

No matter which direction you look from at this moment, all Kotoko can see is a silent, pitch-black void.

At that moment, she felt an indescribable fear of darkness, much like a primitive person facing the sunset for the first time.

Even though Kotoko felt that she had trained her mind to be incredibly strong, at this moment, she still couldn't calm down in the face of that primal fear of life.

She tried reciting the incantation aloud.

But in this dark world, there was no sound.

That's right, she couldn't make any sound or say any words. In fact, she felt that her strength had completely disappeared.

She didn't even know if she was standing on solid ground or if there was a cliff in front of her.

Are the others still alive?

At that moment, the thought suddenly surfaced in my mind, but just then,

"Squeak-"

A sharp, teeth-grinding sound, like fingernails scraping on a blackboard, suddenly came from a dark, unknown place far away.

Kotoko trembled slightly. The human brain has the ability to make associations, and she could almost imagine a terrifying ghost with sharp nails crawling toward her in the dark.

Although he has lost his power, it does not mean that he should surrender.

She was never a weak person. Even if she had no strength, she would use all her strength, even if it was just punching, until her life was gone!

The piercing sound grew closer.

She suppressed her fear, calmed herself, and secretly hardened her resolve. As soon as that thing got closer—

The incantation for sacrifice is sealed inside one's own heart;

next moment,

"Meow~~"

A sharp meow came from nowhere, and all the darkness instantly dissipated as if the clouds had parted to reveal the fog.

Almost instantly, Kotoko suddenly raised her head, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked around.

The area around the platform was now a scene of utter devastation. The four pillars were cracked, barely holding the platform from collapse. All the spirit mediums around were bleeding from their seven orifices, their fates unknown. And in front of them, the statue of the deity had already crumbled.

Even the inscription he had personally written to invoke the gods was torn in two. If it weren't for that cat's meow, he would still be in a state of uncertainty about his fate.

She struggled to her feet, took out her phone, and dialed a number: "Get an ambulance in."

Then he walked step by step to the water basin at the front, where the unremarkable half-paper was still swaying in the wind.

But only Kotoko knew just how terrible the curse was hidden on this simple thing!

That was a curse far beyond anything he had ever seen.

She took the note, put it in a box, and then looked up at the basin of water in front of her.

The basin had already exploded, and the words on the bottom of the bowls on the basin had become extremely chaotic. The cinnabar mixed with the black water formed a spiral vortex in the original position of the basin.

Kotoko stared silently at the vortex for a long time before turning her gaze to the statue in front of her, whose head was shattered and body was torn apart.

Clearly, even in his final moments, when he was consumed by the curse and destroyed, this "god" still left behind a final revelation;

But what exactly does vortex mean?

and also--

Why do I mix all the negative emotions I've listed together to create a vortex?

"Miss Kotoko, are you alright?"

At this moment, the police and medical staff who had been waiting outside began to drag all the injured or dead mediums out. One of the leaders mustered his courage, walked into the altar, and asked loudly from behind.

Kotoko turned around. Although there was blood on her face, it wasn't much. In fact, she wasn't seriously injured.

"Protect this altar; do not allow anyone to touch it."