Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

Like a heart, beating continuously.

If it were a normal person, he would have been dissolved the moment he entered.

In the Aragami's stomach, Sakurai thought as he went back and forth between life and death.

Sakurai wasn't sure how many times he had died, or how much time had passed.

In the boundless space inside the abdomen, it might have happened hundreds of times, thousands of times, or even more.

He died over and over again, and was resurrected again and again.

He was able to find the location of the divine core, and wielding the dagger he eventually destroyed it.

Even if he was immortal, he would have to go through such hardships, not to mention that it was not a relic of a [divine artifact].

In the belly of the wild god, the companion who had accompanied him to this day was dissolved.

Looking at the only handle and a small piece of the blade left in his hand, Sakurai could visibly see the pain in his heart.

His companions eventually fell in this battle against the gods.

I don't know if the unscrupulous businessmen have any way to repair it.

If possible, it would be best to upgrade it again, in the face of increasingly powerful supernatural beings, even though I don't want to admit it.

But his partner really couldn't keep up with Sakurai.

Feeling somewhat sad, Sakurai tightened the handle of the knife in his hand and turned his gaze to his other hand.

This should be good.

In Sakurai's hand, a fist-sized black sphere with a metallic luster was glowing faintly in his sight.

After he destroyed the core of the God of Wilderness, only this was left of the exploded core.

He was almost turned into a pulp. He finally stretched out his hand and held it tightly in his hand, but the next second his body was engulfed by the violent explosion.

It can be regarded as a relic of the God of Wilderness. At least he has not seen anything else besides this.

Anyway, congratulations...

He, Sakurai Eito, is an outlier.

Defeat the gods!

77. Rest in peace, dear people.

completely...

I can't muster the motivation.

I always feel like something is missing, empty.

Rubbing his temple, Sakurai, who looked a little listless, looked at the underground space where only he was. Now there was nothing here.

So tiring. Is it so tiring to kill a god?

Well...

After all, it was his first time to kill a god, so it was normal for him to have no experience.

It should be easier next time.

If there is a next time.

Sakurai thought as he yawned but was so exhausted that his upper eyelid kept hitting his lower eyelid.

Then I slapped myself silently, which was good because it didn't hurt, but it didn't lift my spirits at all.

Nice job.

Sakurai thought as he struggled to cut his throat with the blade which was less than one centimeter long.

It’s decided to use the spoils this time as the main material for upgrading my partners.

Looking at the metallic sphere in his hand, Sakurai, who seemed to have perked up a little, blinked his eyes.

Only then did I reluctantly resist the urge to taste it.

At most I couldn't help but lick it twice, just twice.

Anyway...

Sakurai resisted the temptation and found the hole where he fell. He jumped sideways a few times and returned to the ancestral hall.

After a little thought, Sakurai began to explore the ancestral hall, trying to find something that could be used to cover his body.

It doesn't matter if it's just a piece of rag, as long as it can cover the key parts.

You can't go to meet a girl naked. There are still basic differences between men and women.

He doesn't want to act like a hooligan casually, it's inappropriate.

It's all thanks to Sister Manfuyu's good teaching.jpg

Fortunately, Sakurai finally found a set of ceremonial clothes in a room that had been there for who knows how long. It was probably used during the sacrifice in this ancestral hall.

She casually put the almost completely moldy crown on her head, sniffed the dress closely twice to make sure there was no other strange smell except a faint musty smell, and then put it on.

It doesn't matter whether the way he wears it is correct or not, just put it on and it's done.

The size is just right, but it's okay.

Sakurai pulled at the hakama on his lower body with some discomfort. Having never worn such troublesome clothes before, he felt a little disgusted and uncomfortable.

In the past month, apart from his school uniform, he had only worn sportswear that was convenient for combat. He would not even touch this kind of formal attire that was completely equated with trouble and inconvenience.

Forget it. There is no need to let go of my nature anymore. I will just wear it like this.

Sakurai took a deep breath and threw the flammable materials he had collected while looking for clothes in the middle of the ancestral hall. He raised the torch in his hand and threw it on the flammable materials.

Looking at the combustible material that was burning fiercely in an instant, Sakurai clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.

If possible, he would like to offer some sacrifice, but he has nothing now, so he can only make do with this.

"As promised, I defeated the wild god."

"As a violent god, it can no longer use girls as sacrifices to satisfy its ugly and pathetic desires."

"From now on, the tragedy that happened to you will never happen again, so rest in peace in another world."

"Respectable people."

Opening his eyes, Sakurai turned and walked back in the direction he came from.

The fire spread quickly, and in an instant it burned everything behind Sakurai.

The blazing flames illuminated everything in front of Sakurai, and also illuminated the path he had come from.

One last look at the ancestral hall engulfed in flames, the sacred flames will purify everything.

The flames illuminated the path to hope for him, but also stretched his shadow very long.

I don’t know what you are thinking, just consider it as my mercy to the dead as a living person.

I will go see that beautiful world for you.

If it were me, it should be fine.

Sakurai straightened his crooked crown and walked away along the path illuminated by the fire.

He walked very slowly and even paused twice, perhaps because he still felt sorry for the girl who died because of the God of Wilderness.

The firelight made his shadow very long, and the silhouette on the ground staggered abruptly and then returned to normal.

I will never wear such troublesome clothes again. If anyone makes me wear them, I will give him two penalties first.

Sakurai, who tripped several times over the loose hakama, couldn't help grimacing.

......

......

Fumino Furuhashi, hiding in a corner with a shoulder bag, curled up into a ball. She had no idea what the battle situation on Sakurai's side was like.

It is also unclear whether Sakurai can defeat the final enemy.

She was like a useless maggot, curled up in one side, hiding from others.

It can be said that she is a complete burden and now she can only pray silently for Sakurai in her heart, hoping that he can return safely.

For him, and for myself.

As an ordinary person, she doesn't think she can survive in this world full of monsters after leaving Sakurai.

Listening to her own heartbeat accelerating, Fumino Furuhashi once thought that she would die from the rapid heartbeat.

Fear, tension, panic.

She really exists in another world, and her mind is full of bizarre fantasies. Under self-intimidation, she keeps praying to all the gods she knows, hoping that Sakurai will be safe.

His teeth chattered constantly, his saliva kept flowing out and he swallowed it again. Fumino Furuhashi, who was holding the shoulder bag motionlessly, was a little stiff. He was like a stiff corpse, motionless.

She trembled and closed her eyes tightly, and she felt as if countless eyes were staring at her.

The slightest movement would make her want to scream subconsciously, but she suppressed her fear and let out an almost inaudible whimper.

She was almost going insane due to the overwhelming fear. Her delicate face, hiding in her shoulder bag, looked haggard and pale.

Even though Sakurai had told her that there were no ghosts here, it still happened...

As an ordinary person, she still couldn't avoid feeling fear.

She is such a useless girl.

Whether it's the science I want to study or my current situation, it's too useless.

She buried her head in her shoulder bag and sobbed silently, but she didn't dare let her tears fall.

She didn't even dare to raise her head.

She was afraid that if she looked, she would find countless ghosts surrounding her and looking at her with greedy eyes.