The armor summoner will not be involved in the event

"Okay, let's do some special training on intuition. Use your feelings to judge whether a person is a Torch, a Crimson World, an ordinary person, or a Bladebreaker. The person with the most successful judgments minus the number of wrong judgments can propose a punishment to the person with the least."

Without any warning, Yang Pojun made this request.

"Huh? Is it necessary to hold such a competition?"

Shana, who has been a Fire Mist Warrior for several years, asked.

In a place called [Tiandao Palace], she underwent strict training related to the Red World disciples. No matter what, there was no way she could lose to Yang Pojun and Tiangong Ziyin in this kind of competition.

"By the way, if you guess correctly, ordinary people will get one point, and if you guess wrong, you will lose one point. If you guess correctly, the Cutter and the Torch will get three points, and if you guess wrong, you will lose three points. If you guess correctly, the Crimson World will get one thousand points, and if you guess wrong, you will lose one thousand points. The Crimson World Demon King... if you guess correctly, you will get ten thousand points, and if you guess wrong, you will lose ten thousand points. A person can only be guessed once, and the points go to the person who guessed first, and of course the points deducted are the same. I guess that person is a Cutter."

Wearing the Darkness of Xuanyin, Yang Pojun, with his vision dominated by a large area of ​​magic sparks and fire of existence of various colors, pointed at a lady passing by.

"Hello, are you the sword cutter?"

"Huh? Yes, yes."

"OK, I'll take the first point."

Yang Pojun said this with absolutely no sense of shame for cheating.

But in fact he did not cheat, after all, he did not mention any restrictive measures.

“…That’s a torch.”

Shana hesitated for a moment, but still chose to participate, and directly pointed out a torch with the perception of the Fire Mist Warrior.

"What's wrong, Tiangong, don't you want to guess? If you don't get any points, you will most likely be at the bottom. If I win, I will ask the loser to wear Gothic Lolita clothes for the whole day."

"…Is it really necessary for me to participate in a game where the outcome can only be determined by luck?"

Tiangong Ziyin asked.

"I've always been told that I can only achieve what I have today by luck. If I win..."

"Tiangong," Yang Pojun interrupted the boy's bad idea, "I heard an elder (Yang Wuqu) say that in this world, people are born with two things: fate and luck."

“The so-called fate is the end point where you can only stop no matter how hard you try.”

“As for luck, it is not the so-called luck, but everything you have done to reach the destination. Whether it is the help of noble people, gambling your life, or struggling with blood and tears, they are all part of luck.”

"I used to complain about how I couldn't do a lot of things (transform into a villain knight, watch the Emperor kill everyone up close, transform into the Giant of Light, drive a Gundam). But that man said, 'If you don't even have the awareness to try your best and wait for the opportunity with expectation, then you won't get it even if you have the fate.' Although it now feels a bit like PUA chicken soup for the soul, where unscrupulous bosses trick hard-working workers into getting a promotion and a raise by working overtime, its connotation that there is no gain without hard work is undoubtedly correct."

Although many times even if you give, you won’t get anything in return.

“…Really? Let me make it clear first. I won’t use my ability, but even so, my luck is at an immeasurably high level. Don’t cry if you lose.”

"The time limit is half an hour. If you win, I can treat you to a big meal regardless of my ranking."

Yang Pojun laughed.

"Then... let's just win in one go! I guess... that old gentleman is a member of the Red World."

Yang Pojun and Shana looked in the direction of his finger and saw an old gentleman who was well-dressed and leaning on a cane.

"The torch... huh? Something seems wrong?"

Shana was confused, then seemed to remember something and subconsciously stood in front of Yang Pojun.

"It certainly doesn't look like a torch, so let's go find the other party to confirm it."

Yang Pojun happily took out the Shura Summoning Device, and a confrontational atmosphere was created between him and Shana.

[165] Yang Pojun is very disappointed with Shana

"What are you doing? Huh?"

Yang Pojun was very interested in Shana's obvious blocking behavior.

Could it be that he met her friend, and in order to protect her friend, Shana, who had only temporarily submitted because of the huge gap in strength, burst out with her will and raised the banner of rebellion against him.

Will there be such a classic plot? For the sake of his friends, he launched a suicidal attack on an unbeatable enemy, but was spared by the villain because he could not see the reason here. After working hard, the immature hero successfully grew to the point where he could defeat the enemy...

Ahem, I was thinking too far ahead at the moment, let’s just follow the process step by step.

"Rami can't let you kill him."

"Why? He's your friend?"

The button for launching Fire, Wind and Thunder has been pressed, but Yang Pojun is not in a hurry to put the Shura Summoner into his gauntlet.

"He is a Red World disciple known as a bone collector. He usually relies on collecting the power of existence from torches. He usually stays inside the torches to reduce the consumption of the power of existence as much as possible. He is a Red World disciple who is harmless to humans."

"Not a friend."

Yang Pojun suddenly lost most of his enthusiasm.

Although classic scenes are often criticized for being too classic, it cannot be denied that some people buy into them. And if you tell someone who is expecting classic scenes that there is no such thing, it will make people feel like they were forced to stop halfway through the film - I'm talking about functions - and it's hard to describe the feeling in their hearts.

"The Red World people living in this city have created too many torches. For Lamy, this is a treasure that he cannot ignore. There is no need to kill him."

Yang Pojun began to feel bored.

Shana's words lack her own firm will, or in other words, lack consistent and perfect logic.

"Shana, why do you live?"

"…To live as a qualified slayer of the Flame-Haired Shakugan."

"Let me put it another way. What is your reason for fighting?"

"As a Fire Mist Warrior, I will defeat those who will affect the world and cause distortion in the Red World."

This question was answered faster than the previous one, but for Yang Pojun, that was all.

"Then why do you want to protect that guy named Rami?"

"Because he's a harmless fellow."

“That can’t be called a reason…”

The Qingming Sword appeared in his left hand. Yang Pojun glanced at the hilt, which had originally been deep red and had turned pure white, and frowned slightly.

"You have reasons and purposes to defeat them, but you don't have reasons to protect them, right?"

"Even if what we get is just a little bit of the existence power of the torch as a residue, it is still a considerable number if the collection time is extended to more than a hundred years. If Lamy is killed at will, the existence power of the torch that he has collected over hundreds and thousands of years will be released in one go, causing a huge distortion to the world."

"I wasn't asking you."

Rudely interrupting Alastair's explanation, Yang Pojun launched a pitch-black seal.

"Answer me, Shana."

"...Alastair has already explained the reason."

"Yeah."

The silver phone was brought close to the gauntlet in his left hand, and the large samurai sword cut directly at him, interrupting his action.

Then, Shana was responded with a merciless spinning kick that was beyond the flexibility of an ordinary person.

The flames of the red lotus gathered on the blade, and the long sword with a pale blue scabbard directly knocked it down. Then Yang Pojun rushed forward and strangled Shana.

"Well……"

The struggle was very strong, but no matter what, the Fire Mist Warriors were human beings after all. Even if their existence was sacrificed to the demon kings in exchange for power, the flaws in the biological structure could not be easily overcome. At least the joints and organs still had their original functions.

"You don't think that you can overcome my will with just your mediocre skills, do you?"

Yang Pojun leaned close to Shana's ear and whispered.

"Just because you don't use the Shura Armor doesn't mean you can beat me. After all, that armor is not something that just anyone can use."

The power of the naked choke was increasing, and Yang Pojun suppressed the fire mist warrior simply by using fighting skills without affecting the surroundings at all.

At the critical moment of life and death, red lotus fire erupted from Shana's whole body, burning Yang Pojun's body.

The pain of being surrounded by flames made Yang Pojun hallucinate the scenes he had witnessed before, and a ray of black air flashed in his eyes.

……

The Shadow Emperor gave some thought to why it was so easy to get the opponent's vision.

The Emperor is undefeated, and a defeated Emperor will ██████, so it makes sense that if the opponent fails, he can establish a connection with Him.

But there is another possibility. His condition is not bad, but he has suffered some losses due to traveling through the world. If the other party is the Emperor and holds some fragments of his power, it is not impossible to establish contact with him.

The method to verify the two is very simple, just send the power over. Leaving the former aside, the power of the latter will soon allow them to establish a deeper connection.

……

The platinum-colored Emperor of Light War Dragon devoured the flames, and the mark of the Eight Diagrams was placed on Yang Pojun's body, and his injuries were healed.

For this armored beast with a new and ignorant consciousness, Yang Pojun is the only one who makes him feel close to her. With a certain degree of knowledge about life, aging, sickness and death, he will subconsciously rescue Yang Pojun by instinct.

At this time, his azure dragon eyes turned scarlet, and the crimson gem on his head was dyed with a pale blue luster. His body, which was originally white with golden edges, turned into black with silver-gray edges.

A gray-black shadow enveloped Yang Pojun's body.

[Emperor Armor·Dark Form, Armor Combination. ]

A white tights, the armor is mainly black with silver-grey accents, the gems on the aurora shield on the chest and the crystals on the eyes as well as the eyes of the tiger head on the shoulders are all greyish blue.

“This guy is——”

Alastor, who had the "fortune" of witnessing the figure on the island where no one had ever landed with Matilda, made a surprised sound. He could sense that part of his "fire" had been taken away by the other party.

Shana, who burst out with strength due to the crisis, became powerless because the power of existence in her body was plundered and lost her consciousness. The red lotus fire was quickly extinguished, and Yang Pojun naturally released the armor fusion.

……

Ah, that's how it is...

The Shadow Emperor stood up.

A black dragon-shaped shadow twisted and emerged beneath his feet.

The island was broken.

【166】The theoretical basis for Yang Pojun's discrimination against the Red World's followers

"Let's find a cafe and sit down first."

Holding Shana, who appeared to have no external injuries but had lost consciousness, Yang Pojun said to Tiangong Ziyin.

"okay."

They sat down in a random cafe and ordered some desserts.

The old gentleman named Rami took advantage of the chaos to escape... This was the usual development. In fact, through the Ares Heaven and Earth Technique, Yang Pojun could "see" that the old gentleman had hidden on the other side of the art gallery.

It doesn't matter if the opponent escapes to a farther place, or tries to hide in the dark like he is doing now. Yang Pojun is enough to have enough energy to fully investigate every move of Misaki City even if he has locked onto the opponent.

"That... am I right?"

"Yeah, I guessed right."

"So now...is the game over?"

"No, the game continues."

"But……"

Tiangong Ziyin looked at the flaming-haired girl lying beside her, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.

"The current score ranking is that you are the first, I am second, and Shana is third. I am only one point higher than her. If Shana can't wake up and turn the situation around before the deadline, she will lose."

Yang Pojun, who had just randomly guessed the identity of an ordinary person, said.

"Does this really count..."

"Sure, I'm the initiator after all."

Yang Pojun makes no secret of his ugly face as a power-hungry person.

Originally, he didn't really have any intention of seeing who would be unlucky, he just habitually added some spice to motivate the two of them. He was even prepared to ask Tiangong Ziyin to run errands for Shana to buy melon buns (referring to printing money).

As a result, Tiangong Ziyin currently has the highest score, but Shana is still stupid enough to use half-baked reasons that have illogical problems to hinder him.

Please, where did he come from as an ambassador of friendship and peace among all ethnic groups?

A tiger in a zoo will kill anyone if it bites them. The Red World's followers need to eat humans just to exist in this world. Even if Ramy is said to be a law-abiding person and really regards the torch as meaningless residue, didn't he get his power of existence when he first came from humans?