Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

He didn't feel like he deserved to be thanked for what he did.

after all...

From Sakurai's perspective, he accomplished nothing.

So--

Now there is only one thing left to do.

Sakurai raised his head and opened his eyes wide. The veins on his forehead bulged. His eyebrows unconsciously twisted together with his heavy breathing. A heat flowed down his body and surged to his eyebrows.

It was so hot. Even though the body temperature was close to zero degrees, he felt a heat filling his chest.

It's not a physical heat, but a deeper heat, like a burning sensation in the soul.

What is this feeling?

Sakurai didn't quite understand, this was a feeling he hadn't experienced in the past month.

If Kirisu Mafuyu was present at the scene, she would tell him that this feeling is called "anger".

But she's not here, and now there's no one to explain to him what this feels like.

Of course, he didn't really care that much.

The only thing he knew now was that he wanted to tear the stone statue in front of him into pieces, pull out the wild god inside, and chop it into pieces.

Use the most brutal and outrageous means to accomplish all this.

Sakurai felt regretful again. He should have prepared a heavy weapon.

......【Qianxun】②⑤⑤⑤⑨⑤③00

As part of the seal, after the girls' obsession disappeared, a crack immediately appeared on the stone statue.

The cracks started from the chest and extended to above the chin of the statue.

The dark light shone onto Sakurai's body through the cracks. The long-imprisoned wild god couldn't wait to feast on the food.

This unexpectedly delicious human being will be the first meal after breaking the seal.

"Don't worry, I'll let you out right away."

His already cold expression became even colder. Sakurai looked at the stone statue quietly, as if he was looking at a motionless corpse.

Soon, he will turn this guy into a corpse.

Are you ready?

Pay the price for what you have done.

Sakurai, who was already very close, took another step forward. Now, his breath could even hit the stone statue.

His right fist was raised above his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Grin, inhale, and push.

The hand holding the dagger hit the statue's chest.

Try your best to push——

Crack, then...

The statue shattered.

Taking two steps back, Sakurai quietly looked at the shattered stone statue, raised his right foot, and crushed the stone in front of him that could not be seen clearly.

Feeling that the heat in his chest had subsided a little, he closed his eyes and silently adjusted his breathing.

In fact, if those girls hadn't suddenly appeared to stop him from moving forward, based on Sakurai's personality and efficiency, he might have been eager to fight this wild god.

But this time is a little different from usual, the battle ended quickly.

He was surprisingly patient.

He was willing to wait until the Wild God came out and let it experience the hope of seeing the light of day again before depriving it of its power.

Call it arrogance or call it a lack of self-awareness, facing an enemy at the level of a god.

Sakurai decided to defeat it when it was at its most proud.

It should be almost done.

Sakurai could already sense the malice in the air.

The girls' obsession and the stone statues had been destroyed by him.

Even if there are other seals, it doesn't matter. The resurrection of the imprisoned wild god is an established fact.

There was a sound of wind in my ears.

It was as if something had appeared out of nowhere in this world.

Without hesitation, he raised the dagger, turned it over and pierced his heart. His face turned pale for a moment and then returned to normal. Sakurai, still with his eyes closed, stretched out his arms and turned the dagger over again to hold it properly.

As he exerted force with the forefoot, his body turned along with the momentum, his upper body leaned forward and he swung his right hand, with the sharp part of the dagger wiping towards the empty space.

At the same time, the dark body of the escaped wild god, whose appearance could not be seen clearly, appeared just at the sharp point of the dagger.

The dagger pierced into the body of the wild god, and dark air flowed out from the contact surface between the dagger and the body.

Listening to the screams caused by pain, Sakurai felt extremely happy.

For him who can predict the future, sneak attack has always been the stupidest way of attack.

As long as he sees it, even the most silent sneak attack can be used by him.

Just like the wild god that attacked him from behind.

Sakurai drew out the dagger and stood still.

He did not forget that the place where he was standing was a dilapidated wooden floor.

If his movements are too violent, he will reveal his flaws in the next moment.

It was not wrong for him to not fear death, but he was unwilling to die for this reason.

Opening his eyes, he looked at the wild god whose body was wrapped in black air, and there seemed to be flames burning on its body.

Sakurai intuitively felt that the temperature was rising.

Sakurai once accidentally read the information belonging to Aragami.

In ancient times, there were three kinds of wild gods.

He is worshipped inside the house as the god of fire, outside the house as the god of the house or village, and as the patron saint of cattle and horses.

Easily angered and extremely misogynistic.

This guy is the [God of Fire].

After realizing this, Sakurai belatedly noticed that a transparent flame had already burned on his hand.

The flames extended along the arms to the whole body, and in just a moment, Sakurai was engulfed in flames.

The temperature continued to rise, leaving him no chance to carbonize. In the scorching heat, from the inside out, he turned into ashes in just a moment.

In this war between gods, Sakurai lost his life for the second time.

This time, it was because of this wild god.

71..Burning Heart Fire

Without giving the God of Aragami a chance to laugh triumphantly, Sakurai, who had been engulfed by flames the previous moment, was resurrected again.

At the moment of death, Sakurai saw the future.

The flame of the wild god is not the temperature of the flesh, but a flame located in another place inside the flesh.

If he's right...

Is this fire burning from the bottom of my heart?

Is this the so-called soul fire?

It is more difficult to deal with than materialized flames and hotter than anything else.

With the help of foreseeing the future, Sakurai came to this conclusion in a flash.

but...

Looking down at the clothes that were still intact on his body, Sakurai breathed a sigh of relief.

When he thought about having to fight the God of Fire naked if his clothes were torn, he had an urge to bury his head in the ground.

It was too humiliating, he couldn't bear it.

"You really never get tired of playing. Is the only thing you can do, sneak attacks?"

"Vulcan."

After heaving a sigh of relief, Sakurai clenched his fists in anger and embarrassment.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, his body flew into the air, avoiding the flames that burst out from the wooden planks under his footing.

Sakurai, who was furious, pursed his lips, and a dark gas wrapped around his palm. He swung his fist and hit Aragami. Aragami had no time to dodge and was knocked away by Sakurai's punch.

Looking at the wild god disappearing in front of him, Sakurai slowly exhaled.

Once again, for Sakurai, who became immortal after swallowing the meat.

As long as he can cause damage effectively, he will [not lose] from the beginning.

There are only two possibilities: winning beautifully or winning not so beautifully.

At least that's the case now. Practically speaking, Sakurai has not encountered an enemy strong enough to make him [break gear].

With his body tensed, Sakurai strode towards where the God of Wilderness was.

Sun Tzu's Art of War says:

It is as fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as plundering as the fire, and as motionless as the mountain.