In Tokyo, the dungeon master

Miki Tsuchimikado's expression also began to crumble, making her look even more like the Cart Titan than she had a minute ago:

"No way, this stitching actually worked..."

Does that mean that the so-called "sexual energy" sect, those who practice "healing" (or "sexual energy cultivation"), truly believe in the universal truth?

The orthodox Yin-Yang techniques we learned from Tokyo University are outdated and no longer relevant to modern times...

But I'm too old to do those things anymore...

This world is too crazy; metaphysics no longer exists...

"If pulling out a sack of potatoes and doing that works, what kind of monster would be summoned?"

For some reason, she imagined an evil god with a giant dragon between his legs.

With a thousand thoughts swirling in her mind, she didn't even react much, and even wondered if this obvious supernatural phenomenon was some kind of cutting-edge technology, like holographic projection with motion control, or a brain controller—something she didn't really understand.

In some games, the villains of the former Soviet Union use that kind of thing to control soldiers, making them fearless and ruthless. That's what Americans say, anyway.

As Tsuchimikado Miki was lost in thought, the air currents began to surge violently, and countless tiny shadows slowly condensed from the summoning circle, gradually coalescing into various ghostly creatures.

Their forms were blurry, like ghosts shrouded in darkness, surrounded by a faint black mist. Their limbs were stiff yet exuded a deadly sense of oppression. They stood silently around the summoning circle, like soldiers awaiting orders.

Utsunomiya Shin subconsciously raised his hand, and the Shadow Legion actually swayed slightly in response to his gesture, their posture respectful, as if they acknowledged him as their master.

Miki Tsuchimikado felt like the sky had fallen. Several of the figures resembled those from Tokyo ghost stories; if they were all shikigami...

That's impossible, it doesn't make sense.

She comes from the strongest Onmyoji family in Japan. The first Onmyoji in Japan, Abe no Seimei, is the ancestor of the family. If she really has extraordinary knowledge, and those ghostly things are real, then her family's records should be authoritative records. Controlling shikigami is not that easy.

Her gaze was fixed on the Shadow Legion, her fingers trembled slightly, and her breathing became rapid.

They had originally come to watch mainly because of their cooperation with the Guiyi Sect, but now they were so shocked by the strange phenomenon before them that they were speechless.

She never imagined that this seemingly absurd dark ritual could actually summon an evil god to respond, and even control such a bizarre shikigami; this was far beyond her comprehension.

If this can all succeed, then the kind of plot in anime where you can control the Shadow Legion by wearing a mask must be real. So why doesn't the Tsuchimikado family have something like that? Could it be that those family elders are taking kickbacks from the benefits that are given to the family head?

Shinichi Utsunomiya slowly clenched his fist, feeling the faint, almost imperceptible bond with the Shadow Legion. A fanatical light rekindled in his eyes, and a morbid smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He looked down at the still-flickering summoning circle at his feet, then glanced at the astonished Tsuchimikado Miki beside him, his tone carrying a hint of pride and certainty:

"Do you see that? The legacy of my Guiyi Sect is correct. The evil god really exists. These shadow legions will be the sharpest blade of the Guiyi Sect from now on, and also the capital for us to control Tokyo and the whole of Japan."

Miki Tsuchimikado gasped, barely managing to suppress her shock.

Looking at the silent, shadowy legions and then at Shinichi Utsunomiya's fanatical gaze, she suddenly realized that she might have underestimated this man and the so-called evil god's legacy. The success of this ritual might completely change the landscape of Japan.

If she possessed this power... and if she could reach an agreement with Shinichi Utsunomiya, her power would be limitless.

As the two were immersed in their fantasies about the future, the red light of the summoning circle grew increasingly intense, the outlines of those strange and ghostly figures became clearer, and a deep hum came from the dome of the secret chamber, as if the entire space was being subjected to a pressure from the abyss.

Shinichi Utsunomiya tensed up, remembering the true purpose of this formation: to summon an evil god.

Now it seems the evil god has arrived?

His fanatical eyes now held a hint of awe as the patriarch, who usually boasted to his followers that he was "the only one worthy of respect in heaven and on earth," slowly knelt down.

His forehead pressed against the cold ground, even his breathing became cautious. A dark force far beyond his imagination swept over him. It was not physical oppression, nor was it any kind of air compression forcing him to kneel.

Rather, it was a tremor originating from the depths of the soul, a sign that a high-ranking soul had descended, and Gu Meng's true form had already turned its gaze here.

"I am Zorc, the master of darkness and decay."

A deep, resonant voice echoed in the secret room out of nowhere. There was no specific source of the sound, yet it seemed to resonate directly in the depths of everyone's soul, carrying an aura of majesty that could crush everything. Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking Shinichi Utsunomiya's heart, making him tremble all over and not even have the courage to look up.

The oil lamp in the secret room flickered violently, its light turning into an eerie color, sometimes bright and sometimes dim. All sorts of ghosts and monsters bowed down, their black mist growing thicker and thicker, showing their complete submission. The one who came must be the master of darkness, the boss among bosses.

Miki Tsuchimikado had already retreated to a corner, her face ashen, her giant-like face stretched even longer, and she didn't dare to even breathe.

She could clearly sense that this power was beyond human resistance, and it was definitely not some kind of trickery. The being before her was a true evil god, a dark overlord she had never imagined would actually descend.

Shinichi Utsunomiya lay sprawled on the ground, his body trembling like a candle flickering in the wind.

If he had LP (HP), he would probably have lost all his HP to this evil god aura. Of course, in Yu-Gi-Oh!, there is no difference between 1 HP and 4000 HP, and locking HP is even stronger.

The Pope's tone was so humble it was almost groveling, filled with utmost piety and fear:

"Welcome...welcome to the arrival of the Evil God!"

"Speak louder, you insect-like human."

Gu Meng's voice, word by word, carried immense pressure.

"Yes! Welcome! Evil God!! Your Excellency! Your presence is here!"

Your subordinate, Shinichi Utsunomiya, is the founder of the Guiyi Cult and your most loyal servant!

Following in my father's footsteps, and guided by blood and faith, I humbly beseech you, my lord, to appear and grant me strength!

He kowtowed frantically, wishing he could call him grandfather, but unfortunately he had no blood relation to the evil god.

He also dared not follow the tradition of stealing from the country and mistake the evil god for a Korean.

The bloodstains on his forehead stained the patterns on the summoning circle, blending with the dark red lines, making it look even more eerie.

"For you, my lord! I am willing to give everything, even my heart! Even my soul! As long as I can serve you, I will die a thousand deaths!"

Gu Meng scoffed inwardly. It was all lies; this man would die soon.

In Gu Meng's eyes, this person was already a dead man when he set his sights on Shirakawa Manka.

His voice was flat and emotionless, yet it carried an air of condescending indifference, as if Shinichi Utsunomiya's humility and promises were nothing more than the fawning of an ant in his eyes:

"Humble mortal, I have sensed your so-called piety. Heart and soul are worthless to me."

Shinichi Utsunomiya panicked, sensing Gu Meng's displeasure. He quickly kowtowed, his forehead hitting the ground with a dull thud.

"Your humble servant is foolish and ignorant; please enlighten me, Your Majesty! I am willing to be Your Majesty's most loyal servant, only wishing to serve You and help You achieve Your wishes! I want to be Your Majesty's dog!"

It has to be said that such a big swindler is quite capable; not everyone can pull off such a shameless transformation.

At this moment, even the Cart Giant looked at Shinichi Utsunomiya with a bit of admiration. You are usually a high and mighty figure, and you have been the leader of the cult for so many years. Yet you can kneel down faster than me. Impressive!

"My slumber stems from a lack of faith."

Gu Meng's voice remained icy. He had seen plenty of shameless scoundrels like this, yet none could escape death. His tone now carried an unquestionable command:

"What you need to do is spread my existence, let Tokyo, the whole of Japan, and all the mortals you can control know my name, 'Zork the Great Dark God,' and let their fear and faith become the nourishment for my resurrection."

"When faith is abundant and the Tree of Life returns to its rightful place, that will be the perfect time for my complete descent. At that time, I will grant you the power to control darkness, allowing you and the Unity Cult to rise above all things."

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