I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Her body lurched into the air, and she transformed into a red-eyed blue demon.

It reeked of decay.

Kasahara Asuka clenched her fists, ready for a hand-to-hand fight.

"Second Miss, hide quickly!"

The sound of rockets firing came from behind.

Instinctively, Asuka Kasahara darted forward, crashing into a nearby room and disappearing inside. Moments later, a sound like air being torn apart ripped through the air, followed by the deafening roar of an explosion that echoed down the entire corridor.

Smoke filled the air, and the door frame was warped.

"Cough cough~"

Kasahara Asuka poked her head out of the room, her face covered in soot.

The female ghost from before had been blasted into a puddle of black mud by the rocket bubble imbued with divine power. However, even more ghosts appeared within the mist.

Two heavily armed Section 9 agents opened fire to provide cover, while another agent rushed forward and pulled Kasahara Asuka back towards them. Amidst the gunfire and explosions, one agent pressed the radio: "Captain, calling the captain—"

A moment later, Asuka Kasahara's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"How is the situation?"

"We've found the Second Miss, and also, forces from the Underworld have appeared..."

Upon hearing this news, Kasahara Fukarei's heart sank, and she ordered, "Plan a route and cover Xiangxiang to go to Chairman Kasahara's side or come to my side."

"Roger that!"

Communication was cut off.

Immediately following, a white mist rolled in.

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In the storage room, Kawashima Miki had just finished tidying up her clothes and put on her high heels.

Explosions and gunfire continued to erupt outside, and Fujiwara Izaya activated his hearing to its fullest extent. In this world of sound, he could sense fierce fighting taking place on the lower levels of the cruise ship, and that there was also gunfire in the corridors along the ship's sides.

Faintly, one can still hear human voices.

"Oh no, the first layer of defense has been breached..."

"Move upwards quickly!"

"Something's not right, something's not right with these things..."

"White fog, that white fog!"

"It's a ghost!"

ghost?

Fujiwara Izaya frowned.

A vengeful spirit?

"Where are we going now?" Kawashima Miki asked, standing at the door.

"Go to Chairman Kasaka..."

Fujiwara Izaya had only spoken halfway when an extremely faint voice echoed in his ear.

"Second Miss, be careful..."

It smells sweet.

Suddenly, the image of his junior flashed through his mind, and Fujiwara Izaya rushed out of the room and ran towards where his junior was.

The cruise ship was now in complete disarray, with the passageways a chaotic mess.

Tables, chairs, tableware, and food were scattered everywhere. Most of the doors and windows were deformed, and small shards of glass were strewn all over the floor. Broken wires flashed in the darkness, emitting a buzzing sound of electricity.

Fujiwara Izaya ran around a corner.

Kawashima Miki followed him closely, and even running in high heels seemed difficult for her.

The corridor walls were riddled with bullet holes, yet there was no blood to be seen. As Fujiwara Izaya ran, he suddenly slammed on the brakes, and a corpse in a Section 9 uniform crashed down on his head.

He has a hole in his forehead.

Strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed from the wound.

Fujiwara Izaya squatted down and touched him; the body was still warm.

“The blood has been drained,” Kawashima Miki said, frowning.

Fujiwara Izaya nodded.

"Zi~"

A voice came from the walkie-talkie on the corpse's chest.

"Kubo, report your location."

"Repeat, report the location."

"Hey?"

Fujiwara Izaya picked up the walkie-talkie: "He's dead."

Across from her, Kasahara Fukari took a breath and calmly said, "Find Xiangxiang and protect her."

"I'll contact you later." Fujiwara Izaya ended the call, carefully moved the body to the nearest room to avoid it being trampled, picked up the walkie-talkie, and continued forward following the sound ahead.

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Blood, death, fear... Under the siege of the white mist, only one of the three Section 9 agents remained.

They finally encountered a small team along the way, but more white mist spread out, and all sorts of bizarre monsters emerged from the mist one after another, causing the Ninth Section agents to fall one after another in the battle.

Sometimes sharp angles pierced from all directions, sometimes hidden traps were set by slippery tentacle threads, and sometimes foul-smelling, gaping maws appeared. Often, when no one expected it, the person at the front or back of the group would suddenly spurt blood and convulse to death. The Section 9 agents, in shock and grief, launched a difficult and inefficient counterattack.

Kasahara Fukaeri was protected in the middle.

Every time a ghost attacks, someone inevitably falls to the ground; no one can guarantee their own safety.

They hurriedly crossed a large door, leading to the restaurant's kitchen. In the darkness, the faint echoes of their hurried footsteps seemed particularly desolate. Surrounded by the heavy darkness, fear was almost an instinctive reaction.

They moved cautiously in the dark.

In the chaos, Asuka Kasahara touched something round and soft in her hand.

It's a baguette.

She held the bread in her hand, and about three meters away from the kitchen cabinet, a crisp sound suddenly rang out.

Almost reflexively, one of the Section 9 agents pulled the trigger in that direction, and with a bang, the bullet struck the metal plate of the cabinet. A child screamed.

"Ah—don't kill me, help...my family is rich, save me..."

As they were talking, a seemingly ordinary little boy, around thirteen or fourteen years old, crawled out from under the cupboard and moved towards them with his hands outstretched. His face was filled with extreme fear, as if he were about to faint from fright; it was almost completely bloodless.

The nine officers exchanged glances.

The little boy approached, sobbing, and one of them stepped forward to test him. In that instant, the little boy's eyes flashed with a green light.

Like the eyes of a wild beast.

The distance is just too close.

"Ow!"

A howl, almost like that of a wild beast, rang out, and the little boy pounced on him.

Almost at the same instant, the Section 9 agent felt a chill run down his spine. In his last moments, he saw the little boy grow a ghostly face and a pair of horns... So he was a demon.

The demon's arm reached out and clamped the agent's head.

Give it a gentle twist.

"Card--"

Something broke.

Amidst a lake of blood and gore, the remaining members of Section Nine raised their weapons and unleashed their full firepower.

In the flickering firelight, Kasahara Asuka put a baguette into her mouth and chewed... Even if she had to die, she wanted to eat her fill before she died, thinking somewhat unwillingly. Her gaze fell on the second oni that surged in through the back door.

"Second Miss, hide..."

In the chaos, someone pushed her and then shoved her into a closet.

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As he ran at top speed, Fujiwara Izaya drew his Shadow Blade.

There was a "click".

A row of evil spirits blocking the passage was slashed away with a single blow.

Immediately afterward, he swung his other hand, and with a "bang," demonic power exploded. A tremendous roar resounded, and the narrow corridor was instantly engulfed by flames and shockwaves.

However, the endless white fog continued to surge in from all directions.

"You go and save them first, I'll hold them off here."

Kawashima Miki spoke, and her eyes instantly turned purple.

Her body suddenly grew larger, and from her pelvis upwards, it transformed into a hairy spider-like form.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Fujiwara Izaya rushed into the kitchen.

"Hmm...you can't just thank me verbally." Kawashima Miki blinked her alluring purple almond eyes, her entire body radiating a soft, cherry-pink hue.

As a Jorogumo, she was incredibly alluring; every smile and frown was captivating. Unfortunately, now was not the time to appreciate her beauty.

White mist billowed, carrying the ghosts that surged forth.

With a tug of her small hand, Kawashima Miki watched as slender yet resilient silver spider silk danced before her, instantly forming a net in the middle of the corridor that blocked everything in its path.

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Fujiwara Izaya rushed into the kitchen and was immediately met by two oni.