In Tokyo, the dungeon master

Rain began to fall in Tokyo. In the Maybach on that rainy night, the girl did not shed tears; instead, she was filled with rage.

Her resentment didn't attract the attention of any dark forces or ancient evil magicians, but it did draw Gu Meng's gaze.

"Sigh, over there... Shirakawa Chiyana... I see, is that so? She overcame her fear too. Well... it's not like it's the first time I've misjudged... so be it..."

While fighting, Gu Meng made some modifications to the contract on Qian Yuna's body.

A subtle change occurred on Shirakawa Chiyana's side; the hidden magical mark shifted according to her imagination.

This time, it wasn't the pink magical girl that her mother fantasized about—well, the kind that fits the fantasies of a teenage girl—but a dark fairy.

"There really is a response. This is... the Dark God of Gunara responding to me... an evil god, whatever."

The last glimmer of light in Qian Yuna's eyes faded. She raised her hand and pressed it into the void, her voice hoarse yet resolute:

"Guna, God of Darkness! By the blood of my soul, Shirakawa Chihana, I forge a Dark Pact with you—!"

In an instant, pitch-black demonic mist exploded from her body, purple lightning coiled around her limbs, and JK shattered inch by inch.

Of course, this process is similar to the holy light surrounding Shirakawa Banka; changing clothes in the black mist is also difficult to see, much like the feeling in anime or live-action dramas.

The transformation principles of the mother and daughter are similar, both created casually by Gu Meng. This is also a temporary invincible skill among those of the same level, except that Qian Yuna omitted the dancing part, making it less fairytale-like than her mother's.

JK transformed into a black and purple fairy-like short skirt, the lace trim shimmering with an eerie light, dark purple demonic patterns appearing on her forehead, her long hair dyed black, with eerie purple highlights at the ends, and a black demonic scythe wrapped in black mist materializing in her hand.

Yes, because of Shirakawa Chiyana's urgent wish, this time she wasn't given a fairy wand, which is something children play with. Instead, she was given the ability to gather demons into blades, and the ability is biased towards melee combat.

As for why magical girls are good at close combat, let's not worry about that.

Anyway, Gu Meng also quite likes close combat; maybe this is a case of the upper beam being crooked and the lower beam crooked as well.

The Faceless Driver and his car are one entity; the car can transform at will, making it a kind of basic version of an Autobot. When it realized that something was wrong with the hostage in its hands, it transformed and attempted to envelop and devour Chiyana.

Corrosive black mist spewed out from inside the car. After a brief moment of invincibility, Chiyuna slashed open the car door with a scythe and slipped out of the car like a ghost.

Then the black scythe swept out, splitting the car in two like a paper car!

The ghost driver was merely an individual responsible for taking Chiyuna to the demon's lair; his abilities were not much stronger than the other demons and monsters. When he realized he couldn't win, he tried to escape.

But how could Chiyana let him escape? She leaped up and slashed at the ghost's torso with her scythe, but he barely dodged it, and all her attacks missed.

"Mudamudaimudai!"

Chiyuna sneered, the Black Magic Contract on the back of her hand lit up, and dark power surged, "Gunara Power - Black Magic Cage!"

A jet-black chain shot out from the ground, tightly binding the faceless driver's phantom and pinning him to the spot.

The ghost struggled frantically, the black mist churning as it tried to break free of its restraints. Qian Yuna landed and slowly stepped forward, pressing the black demon scythe against his hollow face, her eyes filled with rage.

"You say you have no shame? Then I'll tear it off for you!"

With her left hand gripping the black mist at the ghost's collar, she exerted force with her right, the black demonic scythe embedding itself deeply in the deathly gray, tearing it apart with a mighty rip—

A piercing cracking sound exploded, and the faceless driver's phantom twisted violently. The originally smooth gray face was forcibly torn apart, revealing the surging black resentment and broken bone fragments beneath. A mournful wail echoed through the rainy night!

Chiyuna showed no fear. The dark power at her fingertips burned the remnant soul of the ghost, and her torn face completely collapsed, turning the black mist into scattered points of light.

She shook off the lingering mist from her scythe, her dark hair flying in the rain, her eyes filled with only a cold, dark light. Gazing at the vanishing ghost, she suddenly felt an even greater surge of violence.

"Is that where it originates?"

She looked at the abandoned hospital not far away; the ghost driver was almost there.

In Chiyuna's darkened white eyes, above the hospital, dark clouds surged and demonic energy soared to the sky.

But she did not hesitate at all and walked into the demon's lair.

……

the other side.

"What the hell is that...?"

Upon receiving a message from his security team that his granddaughter had been taken away in an unfamiliar Maybach, Shirakawa Keiji immediately arrived with several bodyguards in another Maybach, also carrying handguns as a precaution.

Gun control in Tokyo is still very strict, and it's impossible for Shirakawa to suddenly bring in submachine guns and rocket launchers. The kind of "explosive" gang from the liquor company is just too impolite.

Old Deng had just caught up with his granddaughter near the hospital when he witnessed her transformation.

My granddaughter...

This ominous power...

How could this be... Am I hallucinating? Did someone drug me?

Of course he knew this wasn't a dream; there were no dreams that were this realistic... He suddenly remembered what the Shihōin sisters had told him a few days ago about the strange man that only they could see.

The scene before him showed that the world was not quite what he had imagined, and perhaps some force that could not be explained by science had revived.

Hiss... Could it be that the Shirakawa family's claims, which seemed like they were just meant to fool the ignorant masses in ancient times, weren't actually false?

The world was unveiled in Old Deng's eyes.

He has a complex feeling now. On the one hand, there is the fear of the unknown, which is a human instinct.

On the other hand, he was already an old man, and his health was not as good as before. As a capitalist, he had enjoyed all the benefits of capitalist society, and the longer he lived, the more he wanted to live. This was also an instinct.

If the Shirakawa family really possesses some forbidden dark power... could he...?

Trying to come into contact with this darkness, if it can extend my life by several decades, no, several centuries, even if it means giving up my humanity or making a deal with an evil god to be his slave, it's not a bad thing!

……

Behind Old Deng, Jinghua's twin sister, the blonde, dark-skinned Shihōin Kagamine, also stepped out of another Maybach.

She clutched the umbrella but didn't open it, unconsciously taking half a step forward, tilting her head slightly to gaze at the rain falling.

Even though she has always been calm, composed, and a believer in science, her composure was completely shattered at this moment.

The world she sees is vastly different from the world seen by ordinary people like Bai Chuan, who lacks the qualifications to marry into Lao Deng's family.

Because her spirituality was far higher than that of ordinary people, what she saw was far more terrifying than what others saw.

Old Deng and his bodyguards could only see dark clouds and rain when they looked at the hospital.

In Kagamine's eyes, the inky sky was forcibly torn open by distorted black energy, the edges of which continued to churn and erode the surrounding light. The crack was so deep that its bottom was unseen, like an entrance to an unknown abyss—

In the depths of that impenetrable darkness...

Countless blurry shadows intertwined, emitting faint and eerie sounds...

It's as if some dark force, capable of devouring everything, is quietly awakening in that abyss, growing stronger with every moment...

She instinctively wanted to get away, and was even too terrified to move for a moment. This was a den of demons. How could there be such a terrifying existence in Tokyo? And it had even been the subject of many videos by the kind of ghost-hunting streamer she used to look down on, who seemed like a clown.

So these are the kinds of dangerous places those clowns usually explore?