Shirou's clones number 30 million

Fortunately, players have no interest in stray dogs; the only ones hunting them are native factions that want to curry favor with the players.

Those natives were clearly no match for the kingdom's foremost warrior, Gerdev.

"The quantity is incorrect, wait a little longer."

The king lowered his head, his face contorted in thought as he considered the possibility of a counterattack.

Gerdoff felt a chill in his heart and gradually calmed down.

Indeed, the quantity is clearly incorrect.

The number of players who just flew up is significantly smaller compared to the number of players currently residing in the palace.

"What exactly was that light? If only it could wipe out all those guys in the palace."

The next moment, the group suddenly discovered that some strange-looking people and spaceships had been thrown out of the palace.

Meanwhile, white flags were raised inside the palace.

"What does this mean?" the king asked, puzzled and perplexed.

"Isn't it obvious? That black light is also a contestant like the aliens. Those guys in the palace are indicating to him that they are neutral and will not participate in the fighting tournament."

Lana stared blankly at the palace. Ever since Clem was killed by the player, she had been in a strange state.

He possessed both the madness to destroy the world and the calm indifference to everything.

However, she was an eccentric from the start, so the people around her naturally didn't pay attention to her unusual behavior.

"what?"

Gerdoff was shocked. That dark light was also a contestant?

"I thought aliens were just strong because of their spaceships and not very strong individually. I didn't know there were such terrifying beings among aliens."

"Those guys who occupied the palace were completely powerless against that black light. I really can't imagine how strong it was."

"Huh...? It seems to have stopped. It looks almost exactly like us."

Gazef instinctively looked toward the palace gate, where numerous aliens who had been thrown out of the palace were kneeling on the ground, raising their hands as if to surrender.

In just a few seconds, countless ragged people came out onto the street, knelt down by the roadside, and prayed to heaven.

This scene left Tsukimi Shirou completely astonished.

Are they treating me like a savior? By the way, why are those pot-bellied guys dressed so poorly?

If you're really that poor, how can you get so fat?

There were so many people kneeling and praying below, each recounting their tragic experiences, that Shirou found it difficult to turn away.

At first glance, the air was thick with resentment, a scene resembling hell.

After pondering for a few seconds, Shirou suddenly had an idea.

Aizen modified the Snowfall Technique by combining it with Rain Magic, making it a Snowfall Magic that only targets Hollows.

It seems I can improve it further so that it only works against evil.

As for "evil," it's easy to define: anyone who is shrouded in resentment is considered evil.

By using resentment as fuel, one can inflict different levels of damage on "evil."

In the memory of the demon Shirou, this was not difficult to solve.

Although I rarely have a private conversation with him, that's mainly because the Yokai Shirou's memories are too monotonous and there's nothing noteworthy in his life.

After pondering for a few seconds, Shirou had a general idea in mind.

Such a modification is not difficult, so give it a try.

"Listen up, everyone in the city! I am neither a hero nor a god descended to earth, but a contestant in this year's Cosmic Fighting Tournament."

"Although I have no interest in being a savior, since you have prayed so sincerely, I will send down a cleansing snow to wash away the sins of this city."

The next moment, white snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and the air in the city, which had been very hot just moments before, instantly turned frigid, making people shiver.

These snowflakes are useless to max-level players; in fact, they're only effective against natives.

Those players who have committed heinous crimes will not be killed by the snow; at most, they will only feel a slight pain.

Originally, Shirou's main target was aliens, and he would only make a move if he encountered the player face-to-face and was very close.

However, since so many people are praying, it wouldn't hurt to go down and take a walk.

……

"Ah..."

The moment the snowflakes approached, all the members of the royal family rolled on the ground in pain, screaming in agony.

Inside the dilapidated shack, Gerdov, unharmed, stared at the group in astonishment.

Although I already knew there were no good people in the royal family, it's outrageous that they're all villains.

In such a vast palace, is there not a single good person?

And then there's Princess Lana, who is clearly very beautiful, yet she was beaten so badly by the snowflakes; she must have done a lot of bad things in secret.

On the contrary, I, who have killed countless people and do not consider myself a good person, am unharmed. Could it be that I am actually a good person?

"Your Majesty, that black light went to the palace. I'm going to check on it."

Seeing the scene of several people rolling on the ground and crying their hearts out, Gerdav couldn't bear it any longer and had to make an excuse to leave.

Stepping out of the dilapidated hut, the screams around me did not diminish at all; in fact, they grew even louder.

"Huh...? Come to think of it, His Majesty and the others were clearly indoors, so how could they still be hit by snowflakes? Is it some kind of penetrating ability?"

Gerdov glanced back at the dilapidated hut instinctively, pondered for a moment, then avoided the weeping people on the street and slowly walked toward the palace.

As he traveled, he saw many people who had died in agony from the impact of the snowflakes.

Worried about the king's condition again, she unconsciously stopped in her tracks.

"His Majesty and the others should survive, right?"

Even so, under such a devastating blow, there was nothing he could do.

"That's actually a good thing. If you do something wrong, you should be punished. That's an eternal truth."

"I hope they survive and turn over a new leaf, alas..."

Before he knew it, Gazef had already entered the palace.

Players lay dead in pools of blood everywhere, while servants looted valuables.

Upon seeing Gerdoff, everyone stopped tacitly.

"Is robbery not considered a crime? No, maybe it's because these people are all victims, and picking things off corpses is indeed not a crime."

Suddenly, a black light shot into the sky and left the palace.

By the time Gerdov came to his senses, his feet had already started moving involuntarily, desperately chasing after the black light.

Chapter 335 Meeting an Old Acquaintance in a Foreign Land

Chapter 335, Section 336: Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land

"Oh right! I almost forgot to call for help."

After defeating more than a dozen waves of aliens, Shirou Tsukimi suddenly recalled Edris's words.

In the nights leading up to the Cosmic Fighting Tournament, he would bring up the same thing at almost every gathering, asking people to ask him for help.

If I forget about it, he'll definitely complain about it endlessly during evening gatherings in the future.

“Nana, start.”

Shirou's heart stirred slightly, and the skill [Multidimensional Sonata] was activated.

The next moment, numerous Shirou figures appeared all around.

The clones that were pulled over by the skill were just phantoms; the real bodies remained in their respective worlds. Therefore, apart from Shirou, who was too busy to care about anything else, everyone else came.

"Tsukimi, what's going on?"

As soon as Kurokawa Shiro arrived, he couldn't wait to ask.

"The competition is in progress, but most of the players who have traveled here have committed evil deeds and have incurred the resentment of countless natives."

Tsukimi Shirou paused for a moment, then continued:

"I can handle the aliens myself. I hope you can help me deal with those unruly players. You can kill or capture them."

"I see, I understand now." Kurokawa Shiro nodded slightly, then shifted his gaze to the street in the distance. "But what about those people rolling on the ground and wailing?"

"Oh, that? I was asked by the residents of this city to send a snowfall that only targets evil people."

"The snowfall technique has been improved? Not bad. I'm quite interested in those players who have traveled through time; I'll handle them."

Shiro Kurokawa looked around, found the right direction, and quickly ran over.

Unlike Kurokawa Shirou, who intended to do everything himself, the other Shirous mostly used the Shadow Clone Technique to save time.

In no time, Shirou's figure was everywhere in the city; you could find one on almost every street.

……

"Damn it! What on earth is going on?"

Surrounded by the other players, Nagano Jinzo crawled out of the tunnel, glanced back at the direction of the palace, and muttered a curse under his breath.

As the prime minister of a country, even though he is in another world, he still has a large number of subordinates who follow him.

A month ago, after hearing that game characters could be materialized, he immediately created a character with a glimmer of hope and spent two hours in the game every night.

However, the game's manifestation was not quite what was expected. The power of the game characters did indeed materialize in reality, but it took everyone to a different world.

After that, taking advantage of his former position, he joined forces with some players to drive out the royal family of the Kingdom of Riestij and seize the palace.

At the same time, a simple plan to steal the country was devised.

Even so, he was ultimately just an elected prime minister, not a hereditary king. If he wanted to seize the country, the first thing he had to solve was the political system.

Although he wasn't good at combat, when the black light appeared in the sky, he immediately judged that the player had no chance of winning.