In Tokyo, the dungeon master

Looking along the straight road, there are two figures at the end. One of them is a woman in pink, which looks very conspicuous, but everyone can only see the man in black at first glance.

His presence was too strong.

It's Mr. Sun!

Kyoka Shihōin instantly realized that it was her mentor who was saving her.

Amidst the lingering aftershocks of the powerful aura, the Shihouin sisters, Shirakawa Keiji, and the others stood rooted to the spot, their gazes fixed on Gu Meng's direction, personally experiencing the impact of that overwhelming force.

The magical orb in Shihouin Kyoka's hand involuntarily dissipated, and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

This profound, visceral sensation was far more real than any visual image, clearly telling her that the ridiculously powerful force before her was not an illusion, not a dream, but the power that Gu Meng himself had unleashed, a fact that was truly happening right before her eyes.

Shirakawa Keiji also recovered from his shock, his cloudy eyes filled with astonishment. He muttered to himself, "This...this is...true supernatural power...This isn't even human anymore, it's practically the power of a demon or god...It's unbelievable..."

Black dust particles floating in the air, like shattered pieces of ink, drifted slowly down, accompanied by a pungent, acrid smell... It was a scene straight out of the apocalypse.

Gu Meng's energy cleaved a path straight through the demon's nest, with the purgatory on both sides scorched by magic, making it impossible for newly born demons to approach this path.

A single stroke cleaves the path between life and death.

A deathly silence enveloped everyone.

No one could make a sound; only the howling wind caused by the aftershocks of magic continued, whipping up dust that stung their faces and made it almost impossible to open their eyes.

The cool touch of the magic orb still lingered on Shihōin Kyoka's fingertips. Her heart pounded wildly, and the devastating force of the magic orb kept replaying in her mind.

That was a power dimension that she, as a first-order spellcaster, had never touched before. Shocked, she felt more bewildered and helpless, and even a little self-doubt arose: was the magic she had learned too insignificant in the face of such a vast power?

Is the Mage class really the answer in this version?

Is being a "soldier pigeon" really a profession where you're jailed on the floor?

Didn't my advisor say he's only recovered to level one?

The Witch School is actually a pretty weak lineage...

Is it too late for me to learn kendo now? It seems like becoming a great swordsman is a better career path, right?

Beside him, Shirakawa Keiji was completely stiff. His cloudy eyes had lost their usual calmness, replaced by deep shock and lingering fear. His legs felt like lead, and he didn't have the strength to move an inch.

Having lived most of his life and seen the ordinary joys and sorrows of the world, he had never imagined that the legendary demons and extraordinary powers truly existed. The despair of being on the verge of death still lingered in his mind. Gu Meng's sudden rescue was like a ray of light, shattering the shackles of his understanding, but it also plunged him into fear of the unknown, making him even more cautious in his breathing.

"Mr. Keiji, Kagamine, we...we have to go."

Shihōin Kyoka was the first to regain her composure. She bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to pull herself out of the shock and self-doubt.

The confusion and fear at this moment are useless. The path has been opened, and a mentor like Kami is at the end. Only by going through it can you truly escape danger.

When she spoke, her voice trembled slightly, a lingering fear from surviving the ordeal and the afterglow of being awestruck by Gu Meng's will.

Compared to the monsters in the Demon Nest, her mentor was the real monster.

That is the only sun.

Upon hearing this, Shirakawa Keiji blinked slowly, his cloudy gaze gradually regaining focus. He looked at Shihouin Kyoka, then at the straight path leading to its end. His lips moved, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a hoarse reply: "Go...go? But...but those monsters..."

The fear had not completely subsided, and the image of the monster's roar kept flashing through his mind. His steps remained hesitant, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

He didn't wet his pants just because he had just finished and there was no stock left; otherwise, an ordinary person like him wouldn't have performed as well as a bodyguard.

Kyoka Shihōin understood his fear, but Kyoka knew Gu Meng better than Lao Deng did: "Don't worry, Mr. Kyoji, that's my mentor. He's waiting for us at the end. He took care of those monsters in one move. As long as we follow this path, we'll be fine."

As she said this, she herself was not entirely confident. Instinctive fear made her want to get away from everything and escape this demon's nest, but reason, as well as the existence of Shirakawa Manka, made her choose to approach Gu Meng directly, just like a few days ago.

Looking at the determination in Shihouin Kyoka's eyes, and then at the faintly visible dark red light at the end of the passage, Shirakawa Keiji felt his fear gradually replaced by a faint longing.

He nodded and walked forward with a group of bodyguards, each step extremely difficult, as if he were crossing a chasm in his heart—fear of the demons, awe of Gu Meng's power, bewilderment at the unknown world, curiosity about the darkness of the Bai Chuan family, and a hint of greed for immortality. A variety of emotions intertwined, making him stagger.

Kyoka Shihōin helped her sister walk side by side. At first, her palms were covered in cold sweat, and she was subconsciously alert to the movements around her. Even though she knew that Gu Meng's power was still suppressing the evil, she couldn't help but raise her hand, and a faint magical light swirled around her fingertips. That was her last bit of magic.

Unexpectedly, after passing through several rooms, where various monsters would previously jump out from unexpected places, they all pretended to be dead and dared not approach the path that Gu Meng had cleared for them.

Moreover, walking on this path, protected by Gu Meng's will, the fear-inducing aura of the dungeon space disappeared.

Kyoka Shihōin's tense nerves gradually relaxed.

The unease in my heart gradually faded away, replaced by an increasingly strong sense of security, and a deeper respect for Gu Meng.

Shirakawa Keiji gradually regained his senses. Walking on this road, his feet touched the ground, his IQ returned, and his brain began to function again.

He watched the two figures at the end of the path grow clearer and clearer, a glimmer of light appearing in his cloudy eyes. The confusion in his heart gradually dissipated. At least he was safe now. Surviving was a good thing, as long as he could reach that place—

However, the woman in pink, dressed in a very flashy way, looked somewhat familiar from behind.

The group quickened their pace, and finally, supporting each other, they followed the path Gu Meng had given them, step by step, until they reached the end of the passage. There, they clearly saw the figure holding a demon sword, surrounded by dark red energy.

He had his back to everyone, yet his presence was boundless; his presence alone filled the world.

The last trace of unease in my heart vanished completely.

This figure was like a deity.