I became the emperor in the comic book series.

As Akira Higashino pondered, the train entered a tunnel, the light suddenly went out, and then a heavy, dense, chilling feeling that made one feel cold from the bottom of their heart swept over them from all directions.

Damn it!

Two or three hours have passed, and we're almost home.

Why pull this stunt?

Higashino Akira suddenly reached out and grabbed the bastard who was closest to him, the one with the least sense of distance, almost face to face with him, and squeezed him hard.

[Qi You 500]

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Attack (Thanks to the generous donor 1A7488 for the donation)

A sensation similar to crushing jelly came through.

Immediately afterwards, the chilling feeling all around grew stronger and closer.

Akira Higashino's breathtaking beauty is truly captivating.

In the dark tunnel, illuminated only by the faint light from inside the train, Akira Higashino waved his hands from side to side like swatting a mosquito, occasionally reaching out to grab something.

About three or four seconds later, the vehicle drove out of the tunnel, but the outside environment and the light shining in made one's heart sink suddenly.

The entire carriage was bathed in a yellow light, not the dim yellow of a setting sun, but a dull, aged yellow that resembled an old photograph or withered leaves, devoid of life and carrying a sense of timelessness.

Akira Higashino continued to occasionally 'fan the mosquitoes', while casually observing the other passengers around him out of the corner of his eye. The others seemed oblivious to everything, continuing with what they were doing, only their movements appeared somewhat slow, as if they were on 0.75x speed.

About a minute later, the chill that Higashino Akira could feel dissipated by half. Perhaps it was because of this, or perhaps it was because of another tunnel. When the train emerged from another tunnel, the light, the people around, and everything else returned to normal.

However, the chilling feeling, though it was a little further away, still lingered and had become even more subtle.

Higashino Akira's gaze darkened.

In the distance, footsteps could be heard coming from the front and back carriages, gradually approaching.

There were about six or seven people.

When the group approached, Higashino Akira saw their appearance—men, women, young and old—and that they were carrying short-handled melee weapons like fruit knives. He decisively stood up, and before the two sides could converge, he tightly sandwiched himself between them and charged in one direction.

As he approached, he nimbly ripped off his large, heavy trench coat and swung it forward, slapping it forcefully across the faces of the two people in front of him. The blow stunned them and blocked their view. Then, without hesitation, he stomped his foot hard on the side of the knee of the person at the front of the line, breaking the joint without a second thought!

Then, as the man's body fell towards the direction of his dislocated bones, he stomped his feet on the ground and delivered a powerful punch from below, slamming it into the man's chin. The punch sent the man's body floating slightly upwards on his tiptoes. The immense impact and the resulting recoil caused Higashino Akira's heart to race and bloodshot veins to appear around his pupils.

But he didn't have time to feel it. He grabbed the trench coat that had fallen into the air, swung it around a few times, wrapped it around one arm, and then quickly turned around and stomped hard on the wrist joint of the person whose leg joint he had kicked earlier, who was holding a knife!

The other person screamed in agony as their wrist joint dislocated, a sharp, agonizing pain shooting into their brain, causing them to drop the knife from their hand.

Higashino Akira swiftly picked up the knife and threw it with a backhand motion towards the leader of the four men who had sensed something was wrong and were running towards him. The blade pierced the man's bare neck, and blood gushed out immediately. However, Higashino Akira did not stop. Taking advantage of the moment when the man was injured and paused, he sped up and delivered a powerful flying kick, sending him flying and crashing into the three men behind him. The impact sent the men staggering and falling, and two of them accidentally dropped their weapons.

Only one person remained with a weapon and quickly steadied himself, brandishing his knife as he charged forward to attack. Higashino Akira used the arm wrapped in a thick trench coat to block him upwards, while his other hand gripped the hand holding the knife and twisted it violently. The dislocated joint made it difficult for the muscles to exert force and grip properly, causing the knife to fall from his hand. Then, Higashino Akira swiftly executed a close-range over-the-shoulder throw, slamming the person to the ground with a crack, dislocating the arm on the spot.

The two people who were knocked down to the floor by the first person tried to get up, but Higashino Akira didn't give them a chance. He quickly stepped forward and decisively twisted the joints in their arms.

After finishing everything, Higashino Akira straightened up, facing the horrified gazes of the passengers who filled almost half the seats in the carriage, and gasped for breath while holding onto the back of the seat next to him.

Before he could catch his breath, stumbling footsteps approached from behind again. It was the guy who had taken a heavy punch to the chin earlier. Even though his eyes had rolled back, he was still clutching a knife and stumbling towards him in a strange posture with his neck tilted back.

Higashino Akira didn't make a move, calmly estimating the distance. Once the opponent was within attack range, he tensed his leg muscles, turned around, and delivered a roundhouse kick like a crescent moon, launching upwards at a 35-degree angle. The kick struck the side of the man's knife-wielding hand, sending the knife flying. The immense force also deflected the arm, causing the opponent's entire body to sway and stumble.

Without giving him a chance, Higashino Akira immediately stepped forward, grabbed her collar, swung his right arm back, and delivered a powerful punch to the middle-aged woman's face, crushing her nose. Then came the second punch, the third punch…

Only when the other person was on the verge of death and he felt relieved did Higashino Akira release his grip on her collar, dislocate her arm joints, and let her fall limply to the ground.

He then shook his arm, unfurled his ripped trench coat, tossed it behind him, and draped it back over his shoulders. From the coat pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstains on his skin, which were so raw and indistinguishable as to whether they were his own or someone else's.

Even if it can't be wiped clean, at least it can be wiped dry.

He took out his phone and dialed the police.

Not far away, the flight attendants and police officers arrived late, standing there, not daring to approach.

Higashino Akio and the others waved and pointed to the group on the ground.

"He attacked someone with a weapon, and I was forced to retaliate because I was acting bravely. Do you understand?"

"Tie their hands and restrain them. While you're at it, ask if there's a doctor in the car who knows first aid. That guy over there with a knife in his neck, his trachea has been cut open. If we leave him unattended, he might suffocate and die from too much blood."

Higashino calmly made the arrangements, his handsome face still splattered with blood, yet his voice carried a strangely convincing power, prompting the flight attendants and police officers to quickly follow his instructions and get to work.

Having been in a position of power for a long time, there's no need to put on airs when interacting with acquaintances. However, with hundreds of elite henchmen who unconditionally obey him, if he were to put on airs, Higashino Akira would have an even more imposing presence than ordinary county councilors.

Ignoring the recording and fearful looks from the others around him, Akira Higashino returned to his seat and shook his hands. As the adrenaline subsided, the pain became even more pronounced.

What a bunch of idiots! When they were ghosts, we couldn't see them, and when they ran away, we couldn't catch them. Now they've possessed people and they're trying to cause trouble?

[Emperor: Akira Higashino]

[Spirit: 9]

[Constitution: 6]

[73.2k]

[Authorities: Astrological observation, imperial decree]

[Land area: 1352 square meters]

[Harem: 2]

Chapter Thirty-Four: Welcome Back

One aircraft took in nearly 200,000 units of gas.

Higashino Akira was in more pain than his hand.

Without a doubt, he was being watched.

The sudden appearance of a large number of evil spirits was incredibly sinister, even capable of affecting the real environment on a small scale. Moreover, unlike ordinary wandering spirits, which cannot interfere with reality or harm people because they are invisible, these guys actively sought me out and attacked me. After being repelled and escaping, they would possess people and continue to hunt me down. And the people they possessed just happened to be carrying weapons.

It would be a miracle if we weren't set up!

Fortunately, Akira Higashino himself is also quite skilled. It's unlikely that he could play with the invincible iron fist Shizuka Hiratsuka without having something special.

In addition, given the social atmosphere in island nations, Akira Higashino disdained studying anything or joining other people's circles from a young age. When he was a child, he studied near his hometown and mostly knew people, so it wasn't a big deal. But when he went to Chiba and Tokyo, he inevitably encountered the local phenomenon known as school bullying.

He doesn't want to suffer any losses, so the only option is to promote anyone who annoys him and comes looking for trouble.

With excellent skills, he became more and more proficient through a combination of self-study and practice, relying on the good physique of his fellow sports students.

Higashino Akira, with a grim face, tried to recall if he had offended anyone recently, but after thinking it over, he couldn't think of anyone.

Xing Ming doesn't hold grudges and seeks revenge on the spot, so he naturally has very few enemies.

Moreover, after entering university, he got into a prestigious one. Few of his classmates were the energetic, trouble-prone fools cultivated by the "happy education" of high school. Few intelligent people would be so foolish as to ruin their future by causing trouble. Furthermore, Higashino Akira had an amazing mentor, so even fewer people would provoke him.

Furthermore, even if someone is dissatisfied with you, the average person could at most throw some pipe tape and splatter blood five steps, but to drive so many evil spirits to launch a targeted attack is clearly not something an ordinary person can do.

After much thought, Higashino Akira concluded that the only possible sources of a supernatural attack against him were a few specific areas.

In the case of haunted houses, Kayako usually doesn't like to use other people to commit murder, as it's not enough to satisfy her anger.

Or perhaps among the psychics traveling with Makoto Higa and Eiko Hozuki, there was someone who had feelings for them and took action because they were getting close to them.

Or was it brought from Xiangzi's side?

It could also be related to other haunted houses?

Even from angles you couldn't have imagined, but which could happen.

Whoever it is, now that the other party has made a move, they are no longer completely in the shadows and will inevitably leave traces.

Akira Higashino didn't care who the other person was; he only needed to know that such a person existed and harbored ill intentions towards him.

Then, find a way to find him and kill him!

If it's a human being, even if they hold a high position and great power, at most they can only play a few rounds of Anbeiqie.

If it's a ghost, then throw money around to recruit people, invite everyone you can. If that still doesn't work, then use explosives and cannons. If it's a haunted house, blow it up. If it's a grave, blast a huge crater out of it and scatter the ashes. And you should also install a focusing mirror nearby so that bastard gets scorched from morning till night every day when the sun comes up!

Akira Higashino is not good at holding grudges.

Holding grudges is too tiring and easy to forget; he excels at revenge.

Seven or eight minutes later, the train arrived at the station.

Akira Higashino got off the train in Okumo-zome. Outside the train, police officers had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Higashino come out, they bowed slightly to show their respect.

Higashino Akira cooperated with the other party to go to the nearby police station to complete the statement, and asked him for a towel to wipe his face and simply clean the wound on his hands.

When I left the police station, the officer followed me for a distance.

Avoiding getting close to others, Higashino Akira calmly said, "Pass the word down, keep a close eye on these people, follow the clues upwards, and find out who's behind it all."

"As ordered!"

The other party bowed slightly and respectfully accepted the order.

Higashino waved his hand, signaling him to go back; if he continued to see others off, it would seem something was amiss.

That's right, this is also a spy who went undercover in Tokyo. The police call that Higashino Akira made earlier was to him to avoid some trouble. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to make a statement so easily and get out of the police station so quickly without being questioned.

Of the hundred men, only about twenty remained in Tokyo, while the rest were scattered throughout the region. In reality, not many were actually deployed to various places, and arrangements had to be made according to the strategic plan. As for insignificant places like Okumizome, only two or three men were exceptionally assigned to infiltrate there because it was Akira Higashino's hometown.

Akira Higashino walked home alone with his luggage and cat.

Since the cat had already gotten off the train, it no longer needed to be kept in the cage by Yu-Yu, and Xiangzi didn't like that either, so Higashino Akira let it out.

Shoko Toyokawa sat quietly on the suitcase that was being pulled along, looking at the bloody wounds on Akira Higashino's hand that was pulling the suitcase. The harrowing scene on the train kept replaying in her mind, and her heart was pounding wildly.

She was both scared and angry, angry at those people for hurting her for no reason.

Although this guy's personality is somewhat unlikable, he doesn't deserve to be treated like that!

Seeing him face such a life-or-death situation, yet still maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, one can't help but feel either lingering fear or relief.

Toyokawa Shoko felt a dull, suffocating feeling in her heart.

What has this person been through in the past?

How can a person be so strong?

Shoko Toyokawa felt that this person was the kind of person she had wanted to live, but when she actually saw this powerful person, whom she had once admired, standing beside her, she felt a mix of emotions and couldn't feel envious.

Instead, I felt a pang of sympathy, a sour feeling in my heart, and a bit of sadness.

She wanted to comfort him, but now she was just a cat, unable to speak, only able to meow.

After walking for about half an hour, he walked from the cement road to the stone steps leading up the mountain, finally completing the entire journey and reaching his destination.

Looking at the girl in the courtyard not far away, dressed in a red and white shrine maiden outfit, sitting on a small stool with her sleeves rolled up, diligently weaving straw rope, Higashino Akira spoke softly.

"I'm back."

"Long time no see, Ying."

The familiar voice she had been longing for reached her ears. The girl looked up in disbelief, staring blankly at the person who had come. Tears welled up silently in her eyes, but before they could fall, she broke into a big smile and ran quickly toward the person, bumping into his arms.

"Welcome back, Brother Ming!"

Tears were wiped onto his clothes. When the girl lifted her head from his chest, apart from her slightly red eyes, there was nothing else wrong with her. She had a sweet smile on her face and greeted him happily in a cheerful voice.

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P.S.: I'm returning the chapter for which the reward for this book hasn't been fully paid off yet, so I still owe 37 chapters.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Big Cities Are Terrifying

Looking into the girl's bright, cheerful eyes, Higashino Akira gently patted her head.

The girl obediently narrowed her eyes, her expression as if she were enjoying it.

Then, a slight pain came from her cheek, making her open her eyes in surprise and look at her brother with some confusion.

Higashino Akira pinched the little girl's cheek and gently tugged at it.

"Why are you still so clingy when you're all grown up? And just now you wiped your tears all over me, didn't you?"

"Hehehe..."

Amane Akira grinned foolishly, like a carefree little idiot, trying to get away with being cute.

He glanced at her helplessly.

Akira Higashino took a large bag from his luggage and stuffed it into the little girl's arms.

"Here, this is a gift for meeting you. Go and try it on to see if the size is right."