Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

But now that all plans have been exhausted, there's no time to care about him anymore.

Wu Yecha's naginata broke, Wu Lei'an took a knife for his cousin Wu Garuda, resulting in the breakage of his limbs. Neither his heart nor his body was at its peak condition. The only one at his peak condition was Garuda.

But the worst part is that of the four people present, she is the only one who hasn't yet found a matching extraordinary material.

Despite her constant scanning, Wang Ma ultimately succumbed to the inevitable defeat. In a blind spot she failed to notice, a female ghost, her clothes stained with blood, leaped out of the mirror.

Oh no... I still can't fully get used to this body.

Tokita Ohma took a deep breath, his heart pounding, and with the cursed blood pumped from his demonic heart, he tried to dodge the opponent's sure-fire attack.

Unfortunately, a scratch still appeared. A feeling of powerlessness and weakness immediately washed over him, and Tokita Ohma, clutching his wound, retreated to the others, his expression grave.

This terrifying female ghost moved freely between mirrors and reality through a maze-like space. Her eerie speed and defense almost completely overwhelmed these superhumans who relied on physical abilities; even with the help of gadgets, they couldn't seriously injure her.

Once attacked by her, a large amount of the body's essence and blood will be drained away, and she can even use invisible attacks similar to telekinesis.

If she hadn't been constantly toying with them and watching their struggles with amusement, someone would probably have died long ago.

Crimson eyes appeared in the mirrors, staring at the four with venom and greed, as if they had had enough fun.

Wu Yaksha gritted his teeth and finally made a decision: "Vajra!"

The props that came from Honganji Temple self-destructed to create a protective shield for everyone.

Ten-Kishida King Mako looked at his mother-in-law in surprise. The latter smiled palely and said, "Originally... I planned to use this to blast a passage when she wasn't paying attention, so that Wu Garuda and you might have a chance to escape. But someone told me to hold on for another five minutes. I'll believe it for now."

Tokita Ohmako pursed her lips, offering no comment. Wu Yasha seemed to have taken a gamble, but with her keen intellect, she naturally understood that in this desolate outskirts with no support from either side, even if she blasted a path, where could she escape to? Perhaps she should try to trust the stranger's call.

Its reflection in the mirror slyly glanced at the golden protective shield, curled its lip in disdain, and then patiently disappeared. It was eagerly awaiting the moment the jar would be opened. That would surely make it even more delicious.

It's so much fun to randomly open cans on the highway. Those fresh, juicy flesh and blood sitting inside those metal cans, every time you randomly grab a can and open it, it's a different experience.

The ghostly creature moved merrily through the mirror, almost humming a song. Wait, did I hum aloud? Why is there a song playing?

Why does rock music exist?

"Sam, you're still playing Guns N' Roses at a time like this? Fuck! We're paying the price now!"

"Dean, if you have a problem with that, get out. At a time like this, it's time to play 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door' to send it off in a good mood, understand?"

The ghost in the mirror was somewhat bewildered. It sensed four strange auras rapidly approaching the location of its domain, and then someone knocked on the door outside the domain.

"Hey, you two troublemakers... Open the door, room check! You're accused of eating on the highway and never urinating or defecating, suspected of hoarding fertilizer and affecting production. We're here to arrest you on behalf of Gayal!"

Knock, knock!

Just like at the third quarter of midnight, a time when everything should be quiet, a knock suddenly sounded at the empty doorway.

The voice rang out without warning, yet it made people instinctively stand up, quickly open the door, and welcome the unlikely stranger.

At first, the sound was so faint as to be barely audible, and its frequency was not rapid. But then the sound grew louder and louder, drowning out the heartbeat of a living person, drowning out the resentful roars that had been constantly echoing in the mirror ghost's mind, and frequently knocking on the non-existent door, finally revealing the true form of the ghost that was its master.

Even the Tokita Ohmako and the others, who were also somewhat confused by the knocking, were startled awake by the appearance of the ghosts.

The red-clad female ghost they had been seeing was not the real person's complete form at all.

It was just one of her tentacles.

Tentacles emerged from the empty, sunken eye sockets, from the torn and mangled earlobes, and from the gaping maw, each ending in the red-clad ghost that had attacked them.

The real her is five meters tall, wearing a tattered white dress, with mimicking tentacles constantly protruding from all the holes in her body.

The nameless terror didn't break the spirits of the superhuman warriors, but they still held back from attacking, because the monster seemed to have lost its composure amidst the rescuers' increasingly frantic knocking. They were waiting for their cooperation.

But actually, it's no longer needed.

As the ghost reached the edge of the maze and tremblingly tore open a 5-meter-high "door," the attack took effect—a wound the same shape and size as the door appeared on the ghost's body. Filthy blood gushed out. Only then did the ghost let out a piercing howl.

However, the person who came was clearly ruthless and showed no mercy whatsoever.

"Suprise! Mother Fvck!" X2

Two shotguns, imbued with pure white light and adorned with angelic wings, simultaneously unleashed a tremendous roar.

The holy shot attack riddled the ghost with holes, even blasting off the tentacles that mimicked the red-clad ghost. One of them was still wriggling in front of Wang Ma Zi.

The ghost reacted almost immediately, withdrawing its domain and plunging its entire body into nothingness.

"Trying to run away?! Apply debuffs, see you now!"

"I know, I know! Nothing can escape my sight!"

A timid high school girl gritted her teeth and pulled off her blindfold, revealing her dazzling demonic eyes in a gesture that would earn the approval of some unknown fire giant.

The ghostly creature, which had seemingly fallen to a dimension imperceptible even to superhumans, was forcibly redefined by a strange force and reappeared in its original spot. Yet, it was bound in place by a bizarre light, unable even to retaliate.

"Whoosh! Well done! Captain, open the door to the core!"

"Don't steal my lines!" the old man with a cigarette slurped, his body emanating a thick ghostly aura, like a messenger from the underworld gently tapping the air.

This time, the light seemed to point the way to the invisible, spreading power, causing the black, foul blood buried deep within to gush out, and an energy point filled with the aura of death to be exposed.

Two brothers, clearly of European descent, raised their shotguns in unison: "Repent for your sins! Then we'll let God decide whether to forgive you, you bastard! Angels and devils, dance on these bullets!"

Pure white wings intertwined with black bat wings at the muzzle of the gun, and two specially replaced slugs intertwined to form a spiral, completely blasting this troublesome monster to pieces!

And so, the dust settled.

The old man, who was smoking a cigarette, coughed a few times before walking towards the Tokita Ohmako and the others, who were still inside the protective shield: "Under the banner of Ga'yaw, the time has come. The squad greets you! May I ask which one of you is Ms. Wu Yasha?"

Wu Yacha closed his eyes, sensed the old man in front of him, and finally confirmed their identities as living beings before sighing and canceling the protective shield.

With Wu Jialouluo's help, she struggled to her feet and extended her hand: "I am... May I ask who you are, sir?"

The middle-aged man, who had been somewhat listless, immediately perked up. He flicked away his cigarette butt and approached with almost fawning hands, saying, "Oh my! As expected of Ms. Wu Yacha! I had already guessed it; your elegant demeanor is truly extraordinary. Thank you so much this time! I never expected to encounter such a lucrative task!"

"A mission? So you really are aid from Chaldea?"

"Ah, no, not exactly. But it's pretty much the same." The middle-aged man chuckled awkwardly. "I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Igarashi Horikoshi! The captain of the Time's Up squad! Please give me a good review for this service, thank you!"

203. The Pursuit of Truth: The Making of a Nation (6K3)

Wu Yacha is a trendy teacher now, and he still manages to understand what this slovenly middle-aged man means, like giving a thumbs up to the service of a certain courier or moving company.

This is ridiculous! Are there even services like this for handling supernatural incidents these days? Are you using Didi Chuxing (a ride-hailing app) to assault someone?

Igarashi Horo understood the reason for the surprised expressions on the faces of the people in front of him. For the first few days, he did feel ashamed—but after he collected three likes and got a discount on in-app purchases, he stopped thinking that way.

Money is really tempting.

So he patiently took out his phone and guided Wu Yacha to download a simple app. When she logged in, a notification popped up automatically indicating that the order was completed.

Leaving aside the absurd postmodern tricks that filled this place, Dean and his brother Sam had just circled the fallen ghosts when Dean urgently said to his companion, Miko Yotsuya, "Well, Miko, did you see anything worth preserving? If we don't cut them off soon, they'll all turn to ashes."

"Hmm... I'm watching." Miko Yotsuya's eyes were filled with black light, and she suddenly spoke, "The pseudo-terminal nails on the tentacles the ghost mentioned are somewhat useful, hurry!"

Sam drew his knife and easily cut the material he needed, not too deep or too shallow, just the right size as Jianzi had pointed out. Then he quickly wrapped it with a talisman.

Dean stood downwind, smoking a cigar, filled with deep emotion: "Coming to Japan this time was definitely the right decision."

Despite their good teamwork, this team was actually only formed a few days ago.

A few days ago, the two brothers learned some inside information about Japan through well-informed people in the industry, and rushed over excitedly.

Two years ago, in order to find their father, Wen Ziren, who had disappeared while scouting for a horror film, the Wen brothers traveled far and wide, experiencing many trials and tribulations, and even vaguely discovered some clues. But unfortunately, despite working in the industry for two years and even establishing a good reputation by purchasing and ordering props from several good friends, they still could not become superhumans.

It wasn't that they lacked the aptitude; they had sensed potential in certain expensive fragments of materials that had surfaced. However, both the [Heart of the Primal] and the [Crown of Light Silver] were rare and highly sought-after items, firmly held in the hands of those with a keen eye. It seemed that the two brothers needed to use both materials simultaneously to become extraordinary beings.

They were unable to collect the four specific rare materials, no matter how hard they tried.

However, in Japan, you can actually exchange it directly! And you can even repay it through a loan plus services!

Thus, the brothers from the free country, where gunfights were a daily occurrence, decided to abandon the darkness and become Gayal's temporary dogs.

"Anyway, Dad looks like he's barely alive after being imprisoned by that guy. We can just collect his body later." That's what Dean, the dutiful son, said to his brother Sam.

That makes a lot of sense, Sam raised his hand in agreement.

The Wen family duo also found some teammates, and the four of them couldn't help but sigh when they got together. The Wen family duo were penniless and relied on items; the middle-aged man, Igarashi Horo, was trying to suppress the aftereffects of his reckless absorption of demons in the past; and Miko was trying to escape the strange demons that kept bothering them. Thus, at Jia Yue's suggestion, the four formed a four-person team.

After two or three days, the Wen family duo finally understood—having an organization and good teammates around really meant being able to do whatever they wanted. No wonder Jia Yue had made the allocation that way; it was said that he had consulted the opinions of a top analyst in the Special Affairs Bureau and a contemporary master of Yin-Yang. This additional service was truly top-notch.

The two brothers picked up the materials and extra resources left behind by the ghost, grinning from ear to ear. They were so happy that they forgot all about home. Finally, they could eat well, sleep well, and even save money. Awesome!

They had finally plundered everything they could. After enthusiastically recommending the app under the Jiayou brand, Igarashi Horou looked up at the materials in their hands: "Ah, Ninety-Nine Mirrors! I didn't expect to find such good stuff. This is a huge profit! Thank you so much, thank you so much!"

Then came discussions that left Wu Yacha and the others somewhat confused, such as "We can exchange points again," "Should we use them to offset debts and service hours or exchange them for better items?" and "I managed to snag a great mission on my way here today."

Curious Wu Yacha kept asking questions until he finally understood.

This mission was urgently issued by the same young man who had called earlier, and was automatically assigned to the nearby "Time Has Come" team. As a service team contracted with the Gayo, they received ample intelligence and material support; all they needed to do was complete the mission as required. Their rewards could be exchanged for Gayo points, which could then be used to purchase materials or extraordinary knowledge.

In just a few days since the formation of the Gayo, such a small team has built a complete framework and is fully deployed within the sphere of influence of the Kansai Spell Association. Even the high-ranking monks and priests who originally belonged to Honganji or Fushimi Inari Taisha have joined in with great envy, constantly eliminating the strange phenomena that appear.

"To be honest, the frequency of various anomalies and curses has increased significantly recently, making it difficult for solo bounty hunters or even those in single-team groups to survive. However, the emergence of this Gayo allows people from different factions to cooperate and fill positions in their teams, and also provides stronger intelligence support and resource exchange. For those powerful factions, it's icing on the cake, but for us, it's a lifesaver."

Horou Igarashi led everyone to their vehicle, casually chatting with his customers: "Like Ms. Wu Yasha, I've heard of your clan before. It seems most of you have chosen the path of superhuman physical strength, focusing on enhancing your melee abilities, right? So sometimes, dealing with other types of anomalies can easily lead to tricky, unfavorable situations. But our Gayo clan is different. Most of our teams exist with a diverse range of strategies. Therefore, that ghost we just encountered was annihilated by our targeted tactics based on our intelligence. This is the future direction for fighting anomalies."

“Hmm, that makes sense,” Wu Yacha said thoughtfully.

The Wu clan has indeed seen many such cases, but most of them are mercenaries or assassins, so it is difficult for them to have loyal allies to exchange for items that counter melee combat.

"Why don't you consider joining our Gayo?" Horou Igarashi said on a whim. "Actually, we are a mercenary organization. If you're just after good stuff, the restrictions on completing missions will be reduced even further."

"Let me think about it." Wu Yacha seemed a little undecided, exchanging a glance with Wu Lei'an, who had been helped up by the Wen brothers. The latter didn't react at all, but instead asked the Wen brothers with great interest if they knew anyone stronger.

This kid is really no good.

The dimming light of the sky interrupted everyone's movements. An unseen sense of oppression swept down from above, like a colossal creature opening its eyes and looking down upon the ignorant masses on the ground.

Staring at the tangible pressure, everyone couldn't help but raise their heads and look up at the sky.

Although every cell in the body seemed to be screaming that it couldn't lift its head, it also drove the joints with longing, making everyone numbly witness the sudden change.

The sun has long since vanished, and daylight has been transformed, from the sparsely populated Antarctic to the landless Arctic, from deep mountains and valleys to plains and oceans. All humans—no, all living things—raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

It was a crimson sky that replaced day and night, leaving only a strange, black "sun".

"What is that...? The sun, no... it's the pupil."

It is unknown who first discovered the truth, but all living things gradually came to understand the true nature of it—an eye that gazed at this blue planet with curiosity, compassion, and cold indifference.

In an instant, the crimson sky disappeared, replaced by the aurora borealis, which could be clearly seen even in broad daylight. As far as the eye could see, there were no stars, as if the stars had lowered their hands, trying to grasp something.

Then all the living things understood what this strange feeling was—it was grasping something.