Tokyo: I was tricked into marrying a yandere ghost

Chapter 101 The True Face of Omi Chika

In the pure black space, Kiyokawa Kiri couldn't help but look around.

He discovered that he could seemingly condense his own body in this space of consciousness, so he simply materialized himself and took the opportunity to see what his spiritual depths were like.

An endless expanse of pure black...

It was as if nothing existed.

"This is different from what's written in the notes, isn't it?"

Kiyokawa fell into deep thought.

Logically speaking, shouldn't the consciousness space before cultivation begins be chaotic and disordered?

And where is the crucial meditation diagram? Why can't I see it?

Before Kiyokawa Kiri could figure out what was going on, something seemed to flash by in the depths of the pure black consciousness space. He immediately became alert and looked at the depths with a wary expression.

You read that right, two red lights flashed by...

Kiyokawa Kiri held her breath and cautiously approached the spot where the red light had appeared earlier.

However, the next moment, the two red lights lit up again, as if they were staring straight at him—Kiyokawa was startled, his body began to tense up involuntarily, and his consciousness space seemed to shake slightly.

This is a sign of impending collapse...

The consciousness space is the so-called spiritual world. Once Qingchuan Wu experiences too much mental fluctuation, this space will collapse rapidly. He will not only be separated from it and return to reality, but he may even accidentally injure himself, since studying the spiritual is accompanied by great risks.

Fortunately, a familiar voice soon rang out in the pure black space, instantly stabilizing this gradually collapsing spiritual world.

She yelled, "Idiot, calm down..."

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"??"

Kiyokawa Kirito's expression froze instantly, and he asked incredulously, "You're Omi Kinka?"

Before the words had even finished, the pure black space of consciousness suddenly changed. The blackness rapidly faded, like a swamp formed by a sticky shadow, quickly sinking into the ground and then gathering at the feet of a very short but strangely cute loli.

After the blackness completely fades, the spiritual world revealed is pure white.

The little girl had a sour face, probably because she didn't expect Kiyokawa Kiri to have found this place.

How annoying! I finally managed to get a good night's sleep, and I never expected to be forcibly woken up—when did this bastard learn spiritual cultivation techniques? How did he manage to find his way here? I thought that with Qingchuan Wu's aptitude, she would never have been able to find this place in her entire life.

Before Omi could explain, Kiyokawa Kiri said with considerable curiosity, "So this is what you originally looked like? Why are you so short?"

"you?!"

Omi was so angry that her nose almost twisted out of shape; she wished she could kick Kiyokawa Kiri to death.

But this is, after all, the other party's consciousness space. Although she has a lot of control, after Qingchuan Wu came in, the other party still calls the shots. No matter how much she has objections, she can't forcefully kick Qingchuan Wu out.

The spoiled little girl gritted her teeth and said, "How should I know? Do you have a problem with that?"

"Ahem, no, I was just curious..."

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Kiyokawa Kiri quickly coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment.

He could understand why Omi Kin was here. After all, the two had begun to coexist, so it was normal for the other to appear in his consciousness space. What he really didn't expect was that Omi Kin's true form was so cute. Well... calling her a loli was a bit of a stretch. She was more like a little girl.

He kept scrutinizing the other person, feeling somewhat suspicious.

Logically speaking, a mermaid's physique should make her better and better, so it's impossible for her to be this short.

Omi Kin's current height is probably less than 1.4 meters, right?

I can't help it, it's kind of funny for no reason.

"Try smiling for me!"

With a blank expression, Omi directly threatened the other party.

Of course, she couldn't possibly be that short. According to her past memories, she should have been at least 2.4 meters tall. According to that bastard Kiyokawa Mist, she should have been considered a "peerless giant" in the past.

But for some reason, ever since she discovered that she was symbiotic with Kiyokawa Kiri, her size has become so small.

Moreover, because of her slightly chubby, adorable appearance, she poses no threat whatsoever.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around."

Kiyokawa Kiri quickly waved his hand, pretending to be nonchalant, and said, "I was using Tottori Rena's training method to see if I could learn to control my spirituality on my own, but I didn't expect to enter the consciousness space."

"Hmm... so you usually rest here?" he added curiously.

"Otherwise what?" Omi Chika rolled her eyes, her expression still unfriendly. "Do you think I have a way of leaving here?"

Leaving is naturally impossible.

This space of consciousness was constructed based on the spirituality of Kiyokawa Mist.

Even if Kiyokawa Kiri were to sever the "connection" now, his spirit would still remain here, only his perspective would return to his body in the real world—Omi Kin couldn't do that, because the other's body ultimately didn't belong to her, so she couldn't leave from here.

Hearing the other party's displeased tone, Kiyokawa Kiri roughly understood what he meant.

To make it easier to look Omi in the eye, he sat down cross-legged, stroked his chin, and said, "I see..."

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"So, if I want you to leave, I need to find a body and then transfer you out of my consciousness space?"

"You're still thinking about this?"

Even Omi was a little speechless.

She seemed a little impatient, and said with a smirk, "Do you have a way of doing something like that?"

"Even I don't know how to separate myself... Our spirits are already inseparable. Do you really expect to split your spirit in half and send it to another body? Putting aside whether you can even send it out, aren't you afraid of damaging your brain and going insane?"

"That sounds like quite a risky move." Kiyokawa Kiri nodded seriously.

He didn't take Omi's words to heart; after all, there were supernatural tales in this world.

There must be a way to revive Omi.

This time, it wasn't because Omi was bothering him, but because she had helped him a lot.

Looking at the empty world around him, Kiyokawa Kiri found it hard to imagine how the other person lived here... Thinking about it, it was really pitiful. Being trapped in a place like this was worse than being in prison. If it were him, he would probably have gone crazy long ago if he had been in a place like this.

"Let's not talk about that now. How's your recovery going?" he asked with concern.

"If you hadn't come, I could have recovered even better..."

Omi rolled her eyes, but it wasn't harmful at all; instead, it was kind of cute in a way.

Honestly, if you disregard the fact that this person is a ghost who doesn't treat humans as human, and just look at her appearance—a little girl with black hair and red eyes, pink skin, and a round face—she looks like the kind of child who would be very popular.

This is so different from the Omi I had imagined.

After all, the other person's voice is quite pleasant; sometimes, even when she's cold and aloof, she sounds like a mature, older sister type of girl.

Unexpectedly, she had the body of a young girl but the voice of a mature woman.

It's unbelievable...

Oh right, this guy said her normal body is an absolute tycoon, which sounds even more exciting.

Kiyokawa Kirito rested her chin on her hand and asked curiously, "But now that you're here, how can I cultivate my spirituality?"

"How would I know? I've never cultivated spirituality... That's something only incompetent people would study."

Omi scoffed at this, showing great disdain.

Spiritual cultivation methods are actually created by humankind to help future generations deal with supernatural tales and ghost stories.

But Omi Kin is a born supernatural being, born with immense spirituality that she can control at will, so there is no need for her to cultivate. Therefore, she has never tried meditation or similar methods.

Actually, Kiyokawa Kiri doesn't need to cultivate now.

Once she has fully recovered, she will be able to use her spirituality again.

Why are you messing around here for no reason...?

Omi couldn't help but mutter a few words to herself, feeling increasingly unhappy.

"Hmm, I'll give it a try." Kiyokawa Kiri noticed that Omi Chika seemed a little unhappy, but didn't take it to heart. He simply closed his eyes and murmured, "Anyway, this is my consciousness space, right? So I'll just..."

Before he could finish speaking, Omi's furious voice rang out.

"Are you sick in the head???"

"what?"

Kiyokawa Kirito was also a little annoyed after being insulted again.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, his breath hitched. He saw a large number of Tomie Kawakami appearing in his consciousness space. Most importantly, they were dressed in extremely revealing clothes, all kinds of sexy outfits, which were worse than not wearing anything at all.

Holy crap, what's going on?

Kiyokawa Kirito suddenly couldn't hold back anymore, never expecting that she would have such random thoughts in her subconscious.

Actually, you can't blame him, after all, something good happened just last night.

I still linger in Qingchuan Fog City, though I can consciously control my desires, my subconscious mind is a different story.

Seeing the ashen face of Omi, he quickly focused on himself and forcibly "deleted" the group of Tomie.

"I'm so sorry..."

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Even though his face was flushed, he felt a little embarrassed.

Originally, I was thinking about whether I could add something to this consciousness space to make Omi Kinko less bored.

Unexpectedly, this led to such a blunder.

Kiyokawa Kiri quickly focused her mind, trying her best not to think about random things. Hmm... let's start with something simple. The meditation method mentioned in the notes is to start with the simplest thing and fill in the meditation diagram little by little.

There are no meditation charts available right now, but that's okay...

Let's think of Omi Kinka as a meditation diagram. The so-called filling is like changing the other person's clothes in this space of consciousness.

Consider what kind of clothes would be suitable for someone living near Omi...

"Do you want to die?"

"sorry!"

Kiyokawa Kiri closed her eyes tightly and shouted apologies.

He didn't dare open his eyes, but he knew without even looking that he must have been thinking the wrong thing again.

Who knows what strange clothes Omi is wearing right now? She definitely can't open her eyes... This damn spiritual cultivation method is so difficult, it deserves to be lost!

Kiyokawa Kiri was about to break down, realizing for the first time how difficult it was to control spirituality.

Fortunately, after his persistent attempts, he finally succeeded once...

Omi looked down at the kindergarten uniform she was wearing, then at the yellow hat on her head, and her face turned as black as a cauldron. She wished she could kick Kiyokawa Kiri to death a thousand times.

So after all that meditation, this is all you can come up with?

"I haven't paid much attention to children's clothes." Kiyokawa Kiri scratched his face, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Just make do with these for now, and I'll design some nicer outfits for you next time."

"Get out of here."

Omi Chika gritted her teeth and glared hatefully at Kiyokawa Kiri.

Seeing that the other party was about to lose his temper, Kiyokawa Kiri felt embarrassed to stay any longer. He coughed a few times and said with some concern, "Then you should rest for now. I'll help decorate this place next time I come in."

After saying that, he hurriedly tried to return to his body, fearing that if he didn't leave soon, Omi would really turn on him.

As Kiyokawa Kiri's body gradually dissipated within the consciousness space, Omi Kin's complexion improved slightly.

She glanced down at the clothes she was wearing, her expression shifting between light and dark; no one knew what she was thinking.

After a long while, she muttered, "That idiot."

In the real world, Kiyokawa Kiri reopened her eyes.

He patted his chest, still shaken, never expecting such a thing to happen on his first attempt at cultivation.

Well, actually it's a good thing.

At least now I know what Omi Chichi really looks like, and I even have a way to make him more comfortable in my mind, so he doesn't become too withdrawn...

He plans to visualize his rented apartment in his mind once he has completed his spiritual cultivation.

Clothes, books, or other interesting things...

It's basically just something to amuse Omi Kinji, and it can also help him hone his ability to control his spirituality—a win-win situation.

"It seems I can draw upon some spiritual energy now, but the amount is extremely small, and aside from giving myself warnings, I don't know what I can actually use it for. Is it because I have too little spiritual energy that I can freely control...?"

Kiyokawa tried it out and suddenly noticed that a pen on the desk rolled over without warning.

He was overjoyed and quickly concentrated, trying to make the pen roll a couple more times.

But soon, he felt dizzy and had to stop. He realized that he was only a beginner and that this kind of training obviously required a long period of accumulation.

What about the small horn statue?

Kiyokawa Kiri's gaze fell once again on the strange stone statue.

After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the stone statue and continued to examine it.

Following the method of activating spirituality he had just used, he tried to communicate with the statue of En no Kakuno, but after his spirituality touched the statue, it seemed to be sucked into an endless hole, almost draining Kiyokawa Mist dry.

He quickly withdrew his spiritual energy, but was surprised to find that some of it seemed to have escaped from the stone statue and returned to his body.

These spirits returned, seemingly tinged with a deep purple, somewhat like a cursed power.

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