In Tokyo, the dungeon master

Before coming, Kagamine had considered all the possibilities of this incident countless times, and even if a ridiculous thought crossed her mind, she forcibly suppressed it with rationality.

However, all those proud logical deductions became pale and powerless at this moment, until they witnessed this scene with their own eyes—

The worldview of Shihouin has been destroyed.

She froze on the spot, staring blankly at the dark crack, her muscles tense, her stomach churning, and an indescribable fear spreading from her spine throughout her body.

Ultimately, although Kagamine Shihouin is an elite member of modern society and has received rigorous training, she still needs to provide her boss with calm advice no matter how bad the situation becomes.

But ultimately, she was still just an ordinary person...

Faced with this scene that defies all scientific common sense, faced with this demonic lair that seems capable of dragging Tokyo into chaos—

All rationality and pretense crumbled at this moment, leaving only a deep-seated shock and fear.

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In the instant she lost her focus, the dark rift suddenly expanded violently, and thick black demonic energy gushed out like a flood bursting its banks.

It was accompanied by countless bizarre and evil spirits—some faceless, others as tall as eight feet.

Some were like the demons and monsters that only exist in ancient books, classic ghost stories, all roaring and lunging at everyone present.

Most of the accompanying bodyguards were unable to react.

Let's not even talk about how little they earn in a month, why are they risking their lives?

Besides, they really couldn't resist their instinctive fear. If most of the monsters hadn't been eliminated by Gu Mengqing, their reaction would have been even worse.

Only a few bodyguards fired a few symbolic shots, the bullets whistling as they flew towards the evil spirits.

Strangely, the bullets pierced the bodies of the evil spirits as if they had sunk into the sea, having no effect whatsoever; only some of the monsters had a physical form, and they only left a fleeting trace in the black mist before quickly recovering.

Heavy firepower might be useful, but this kind of small pistol is not necessarily effective enough to kill someone; its power is extremely limited.

The evil spirits were unharmed and instead became even more ferocious. Several swift evil spirits rushed over, their claws reaching for Kagamine's shoulder.

The bodyguards, positioned in front of Kagamine and Old Deng, were swept by the malevolent black aura and fell to the ground one by one, groaning in pain.

Kagamine's pupils contracted sharply, her whole body went cold, and she subconsciously took a step back. Looking at the helpless bodyguard in front of her and the approaching evil spirit, despair arose in her heart for the first time—her wisdom, which she was so proud of, could not even protect her at this moment.

In the end, all that remains is the bitterness of one's own powerlessness.

Is today my death day? How laughable, a clownish way to die.

At this critical moment, a clear and powerful voice pierced the chaotic roar: "Kagamine, hide!"

Kagamine looked up abruptly and saw a figure leap down from mid-air like a startled swan, surrounded by a faint, shimmering white light. It was none other than her older sister, Shihouin Kyoka, who had been absent from work for the past few days.

Gu Meng originally said that Jinghua didn't have any magic power and didn't need to come, but because she was so worried about the young lady, she had a stroke of inspiration today and directly mastered some of the introductory knowledge, successfully ascending to the Kingdom and becoming a first-tier Extraordinary.

If Gu Meng saw this, he would be very pleased. This is what genius is all about.

Before Kagamine could react, Kyoka raised her hand and waved it, a dazzling white light gathering at her fingertips. She softly chanted an obscure incantation, and the light instantly transformed into a huge shield of light, keeping all the evil spirits outside.

When the black energy touched the light shield, it immediately emitted a "sizzling" sound, melting away like ice and snow meeting fire.

Jinghua lightly touched the ground with her toes, her figure nimbly weaving among the evil spirits. The light at her fingertips flashed continuously, and with each wave of her hand, several evil spirits were struck by the light and turned into black smoke and dissipated.

Her movements were elegant yet sharp. The shimmering white magical light around her contrasted sharply with the dark demonic energy around her, making her seem like the only light in the darkness. She didn't look like a novice at all. Even though Gu Meng had given her several practical combat simulations in the Spirit Realm, her performance was truly extraordinary.

Some people are not just talented in one area, but are well-rounded individuals. Some people are skilled at killing demons on their first try. Clearly, Jinghua is such a strong person.

Kagamine Shihouin stood frozen in place, her eyes filled with even greater shock than when she had witnessed the Demon's Nest. Her lips trembled slightly, and she almost stopped breathing.

She looked at her sister, both familiar and unfamiliar, at the magical light that appeared out of nowhere, at the evil spirits that were easily defeated, and her worldview shattered once again, this time more violently than ever before.

Very well, now she not only has to accept that there is demonic energy and evil spirits in the world, but also that her closest sister can use this kind of magic that defies science and only exists in legends.

When did you learn that? Were you keeping it a secret from your sister? How come you're so skilled at it?

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The interior space is distorted, within a demonic lair that continues to expand and alter the terrain.

"Is that all you've got? All strength, but you're a complete idiot..."

Gu Meng frowned slightly, appearing calm and serious on the surface, but in reality he was already impatient.

He casually swept the long blade across his hand, the movement seemingly effortless, yet carrying immense force.

A concentrated burst of blood-red energy roared out, effortlessly cleaving dozens of attacking demons in half at the waist. Black, foul blood splattered all over the ground, emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

The force of the energy did not diminish; it swept across a distance of over a hundred meters and struck the wall in the distance. If the space here had not been distorted, the blade would have blown the building apart.

After several rounds of fighting, he had already figured out his current strength. Although he was far from reaching his peak power, this efficient way of attacking was still like an adult beating children when dealing with these scum.

"You think you can beat me if you all gang up on me? How naive!"

Gu Meng glanced at the Ghost King, who had also been repelled not far away. Logically speaking, as the big boss, he should have some wisdom...

Looking around at the resentment... So that's how it is. Success and failure both come from the wind and clouds. The price of gaining extraordinary power is a decrease in intelligence.

Ultimately, although this Ghost King possessed some ghostly power, he relied heavily on external objects. Relying on external objects was one thing, but his own nature was also shallow, making him easily defeated.

Moreover, the Mortal Blade in Gu Meng's hands is precisely the nemesis of such evil spirits—this sword was temporarily unsealed in this instance and placed in the hands of Gu Meng instead of an ordinary exorcist, which is truly an extraordinary occurrence.

If the Ghost King had any intelligence, he probably wouldn't have bothered with a direct fight and would have just run away. What difference would it make if a level 2.5 Ghost King fought a level 1 Gu Meng? The advantage wasn't with him. If he were to be reduced to a pile of pieces by such a natural counter, it wouldn't be his fault.

Gu Meng sighed inwardly. Although he held an absolute advantage, he also longed for a thrilling duel... but the Ghost King in front of him clearly did not have that kind of strength.

Muzan is the district.

Of course, he had no intention of backing down or abandoning the sword.

In Gu Meng's mind, equipment, props, opportunities, and skills are all part of strength. He will definitely use a gun if he has one, and he will never have the concept of fighting without a gun. Besides, he only has a small knife in his hand. It's not like he's using a real artifact to fight a lower-ranking opponent, so there's nothing shameful about it.

Gu Mengzheng raised his hand to gather magic power, preparing to launch a stronger attack to completely sever ties with the Ghost King, and then decide whether to give Wan Hua a little extra test depending on the situation. Just then—

He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the entrance of the demon's lair behind him: "Wanhua, it seems that Qianyuna has come to look for you..."