The gods descend into reality

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Immediately afterward, Ayumaru Shamei let out a deep sigh.

This newspaper is truly perfect, it's a pity I don't dare to publish it myself!

This issue is less a newspaper and more a collection of the dark history of a certain unnamed sage.

These dark histories are mostly based on real events, then slightly embellished with artistic flair by the author.

Although he described it very vaguely, he did not mention the name of the sage monster.

Instead, the entire text is referred to by names such as "a certain sage youkai," "Yakumo-san," "a certain Yukari," and "a certain gap-gap youkai."

I doubt many people could guess that it's Yukari Yakumo.

But

However, how could Aya Shameimaru, who is fair and honest, possibly do something like talking badly about others behind their backs?

That's right, it's because of my wonderful qualities that I, Ayumaru, cannot slander the sage of yokai, not because I, Ayumaru, am afraid of rolling my face on the keyboard!

As a professional journalist, I know who I can and cannot mess with.

The reason I posted Xiao Se's embarrassing past was because I felt that Xiao Se wouldn't care about it.

It involves revealing dark past events similar to those of Yuuka Kazami.

This is because Ayamaru knew that Kazami Yuuka was a tyrannical yokai.

Speed is their weakness.

At least, they can't catch up with him.

What can you do if you can't catch up with yourself?

At most, they'll just smash up their own newspaper office.

My mother has built more than ten newspapers like this!

Yukari Yakumo is completely different.

Yukari Yakumo's Gap Power is a natural counter to speed-based youkai like herself.

As long as she was within her perception range, the old woman could appear behind her at any time, making her face come into intimate contact with the ground.

It could even be a negative-distance contact.

Somewhat disappointed, he stuffed the newspaper filled with Yakumo Yukari's history into the safe, while also stuffing another newspaper into the next issue of the newspaper to be published.

It seems that Yukari Yakumo's dark past can only be enjoyed by herself from now on.

Next, I need to go find new material!

There's been a lot of bombshell news coming out these past few days!

I heard that a few days ago, that show-off Hua Yingxiong was being chased by a guy named Invincible.

What, Hua Yingxiong? Don't run! You're my mortal enemy, and I'll show you what I'm made of!

What utterly despicable words!

I still need to follow up and report on it myself!

As for the newspapers published there.

There's no need to do anything about it anymore.

This is one of the benefits of coming into this world.

Back in Gensokyo.

Even humans wouldn't want to work for their own newspaper.

Not to mention the other monsters.

Upon seeing me, they either rush at me with an indignant expression or avoid me like the plague.

Shamei Ayamaru felt that he couldn't blame these people.

After all, journalists who report on the ugly side of society are never recognized by the general public.

Things have been much better since I came into this world.

At least, I only need to write the manuscript each time, and someone else will take care of the printing and distribution.

Shortly after Shamei Ayumaru left, a pure white hand emerged from the void beside the safe.

Immediately, the space shifted, and the two documents were quietly moved to a different position.

The erhu played softly, and Wuming stood with his hands behind his back.

"Today is another day of peace!"

"Nameless, can you come down here to talk?"

Yasuo put down the suona he was playing, looked up at the nameless figure high above, and looked somewhat helpless.

I've been holding this position for a long time.

Yasuo felt that if he waited until he got back, he would probably have a stiff neck.

Damn it, why does Nameless always like to stand on high places, making people look up at him?

"Boom!"

Thunder rumbled, and the nameless body dissipated in the wind, reappearing beside Yasuo the next moment.

"Hey, you actually came down?"

Yasuo exclaimed in surprise.

The two of them had been in this position for quite some time.

To be honest, if I don't take the initiative, I'll feel like I've lost to the other party.

Yasuo felt he might have reached his breaking point a long time ago.

After all, he was just too cool in the early stages.

If you make such a cool entrance, it would be a huge loss of class if your style doesn't keep up later.

It's like a movie I saw a while ago.

The three characters made a very cool entrance at the beginning, and they even showed off their unique skills in lighting cigarettes. It was more mythical than mythology itself.

What happened next?

Later, he held that position for an entire afternoon.

I and Wuming were just in this state.

To his surprise, Wuming jumped down from there on his own initiative.

Could it be that by not fighting zombies these past few days and instead playing the suona to cultivate one's character, one's sophistication has been subtly elevated?

Yasuo thought to himself with a touch of narcissism.

"It's thundering."

Wuming put away his erhu and said calmly.

"Thunder? What does thunder have to do with you?"

Yasuo asked with a puzzled look.

Did Wuming hang his clothes out to dry at home?

The thought of drying clothes suddenly gave Yasuo a chill.

There was a monk next door named Tang Sanzang.

Although they were on a pilgrimage, they would often come here.

They said they couldn't get used to the food on the journey to the west.

It's perfectly normal to not like a certain food!

You can't expect people from Sichuan to eat sweets, can you?

Of course, it's not to say you can't eat it at all. There are even mushroom and chicken noodle soups on supermarket shelves. This kind of confusing practice exists.

What's wrong with eating a little something sweet?

However, eating it every day is something that most people can't tolerate.

He came back, and now he's constantly nagging.

What are you saying? Humans are born of humans, and demons are demons.

Even a random clap of thunder can set him off for ten minutes straight without repeating himself.

so horrible!

"The higher you stand, the more likely you are to be struck by lightning!"

Wuming looked at Yasuo and explained seriously.

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So, you really did get struck by lightning because you were showing off!

"crash"

A newspaper slowly fell from the sky, and Wuming reached out and caught it.