Shinji Ikari, the pilot of Unit-01 during the Spirit Awakening Era

"There's something I'm really curious about."

"Speak, Shinji. There's nothing you can't say now."

"If the victor wishes to open the path between the human world and the demon realm, will the spirit world really open?"

"In principle... the wishes of the victors must be fulfilled."

"In principle? I understand."

"Oh! Shinji! That's a scary question!"

"Don't worry, my sister is planning to work overtime."

Chapter 255 Replenishing Mana

"Why is our luck so bad?!" After seeing off everyone, Shinji Ikari leaned back on the sofa and watched the TV broadcast. The broadcast showed Yuuto Itadori and his teammates beating up the weak opponents. It has to be said that apart from a few teams with terrifying combat power, many teams in Shinji's eyes were just mediocre fighters with mediocre combat power and very weak fighting spirit. As soon as they sensed the tide turning against them, they would immediately prepare to run away. They were really a disgrace to the B-level definition.

Although Shinji Ikari and his team seemed to win relatively easily, it was only because the opposing team had a very conservative lineup. Theoretically, their strongest member was indeed sent out last. However, the Madou family did nothing and got a good beating from Yusa Emi, learning a very important lesson in life.

"Aren't you the kind of person who likes things to go well as long as the outcome is good?" Mei Isayama shook his head and gave Shinji Ikari a big eye roll. "Besides, this time, by being open and honest, didn't you also help the other three families achieve their respective goals?"

Shinji Ikari sighed deeply. What a load of rubbish! It's as if he's the mastermind behind everything. These bastards just rushed in as soon as they saw an opportunity to profit, without even giving him a heads-up. By the time Shinji realized what they were doing, everyone had already gotten their share of the spoils.

Just now, Yomi Isayama showed Kurama their sincerity with a very earnest attitude, trying to trick him into joining the Countermeasures Bureau. In this way, they could legitimately protect the families in the dark, and Kurama would no longer need to make excuses to deceive his parents. Following Shinji Ikari's example, they would directly give him the status of an unsupervised foreign affairs officer, which he could use as a reason to explain many things to his parents.

Meanwhile, Hiei looked at Izumo no Okuni, who was bewildering his younger sister, and seemed a little uneasy. Izumo no Okuni really hadn't told a single lie, and the Onmyōryō had similar precedents. Look at the team sent by the Onmyōryō, the cornerstone of their combat power is none other than the former demon, which is not human.

In a sense, even Hiei himself believed that Yuki-onna could live quite comfortably in the Onmyōryō (Bureau of Yin and Yang). Therefore, he didn't say much, tacitly approving of the Onmyōryō's actions in deceiving his sister. Regarding this, Shinji Ikari, seeing Izumo no Okuni's smug attitude as she made a peace sign and shook it behind his back while her back was turned, felt instantly depressed.

It seems that the only honest ones left are the jutsu masters who are preparing for the competition and haven't come. However, Shinji Ikari thinks it's more likely that the jutsu masters are mainly a group of their own, and these monsters are of very little use to them, or even worthless. Well, not worthless, but they don't necessarily need to be alive.

"So you did all the bad stuff, but ended up getting nothing in return. Aren't you furious?" Mei Isayama began to mock Shinji Ikari with a smile.

"Not really." Shinji Ikari looked at his palm and took a deep breath. "I was also very surprised. My gains from this Dark Tournament..." Shinji Ikari glanced at his palm, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the Qi of Dongfang Bubai was mobilized. Fierce Qi surged wildly within his body. It really wasn't such a scientific thing. Because of his time travel, his indomitable will to fight to the death directly drove the Qi within his body to grow wildly. He was only one step away from completing a qualitative change.

"Are you even being reasonable?!" Mei Isayama narrowed his eyes. Shinji Ikari had suddenly become so much stronger without a word?

"It's alright. In this tournament, you'll see the most unreasonable people who get stronger so quickly," Shinji Ikari said with a smile. He could say that his breakthrough was the result of years of hard work and accumulation. After Lancer's brief return from the bloody battle, he suddenly understood some things, and getting stronger was only natural. But Yusuke Urameshi, well... that's the treatment of a protagonist. He practically went from a minor character to a character who could face Sensui Shinobu head-on instead of being killed in a face-to-face confrontation.

In a sense, this person isn't anything special; there's always some point in squeezing in. Rather, they are a floodgate. How strong they are depends on whether they can manage their mindset and open the floodgate. The strongest proof of this is the final battle of this Dark Martial Arts Tournament...

With a relaxed mindset, Yusuke Urameshi was able to directly defeat Toguro's younger brother, who had already achieved overwhelming fighting power at 70% of his strength, with a single Spirit Gun. Moreover, Toguro's younger brother was still unleashing his original super-powerful limits at that time.

According to Shinji Ikari's own estimation, although Toguro's wish to become a demon was fulfilled, the price was that his talent and growth potential were directly locked. At that moment, Toguro was locked at that level, so he was so gratified after being forced to break through his limits due to the threat of death.

"Oh?" Mei Isayama looked at Shinji Ikari with great suspicion. Her own strength had also improved rapidly recently; otherwise, how could she have easily defeated Yomi Isayama, who was also a prodigy? Those few days of special training, to be honest, were incredibly intense!

On the last day, Isayama Yomi couldn't hold back any longer and challenged her to a duel where she would go all out. And then... and then Isayama Yomi was so badly beaten that she was embedded in the soil of the hillside by Isayama Mei, who was overjoyed.

However, it seems that Isayama Yomi has become much stronger in the past few days. Isayama Mei has decided that after returning, she will also increase her training intensity and strive to break through her current strength limit as soon as possible. She will start by eating an extra meal to accumulate more physical reserves so that her training can be more effective.

“Speaking of power, there’s something I’d like to say.” Yusa Emi glanced at Shinji Ikari, carefully choosing her words, “It’s immoral to pry into other people’s secrets. If it’s inconvenient for you…”

"You're also interested in Holy Light Aura?" Shinji Ikari looked puzzled, but then frowned slightly before suddenly realizing something. In the game's parlance, Shinji's Holy Light Aura and Yusa Emi's Holy Magic Aura both belong to the Holy or Light attribute, so it's normal for them to have similar sensations. It's also possible that they can complement each other.

After arriving here, Yusa Emi was completely unable to replenish her Holy Light and was in a constant state of weakening. What's worse, Sadao Maou, who was on the opposite side, was constantly getting stronger. This world, which is full of disasters, is probably the least lacking in the word "despair".

“Yes!” Yusa Emi wasn’t one to mince words. As a former soldier, she answered very readily. “Due to special circumstances, my power is at a low point and I can’t replenish it properly. If possible, I’d like to try and see if I can get some replenishment from you! Of course, I’m not trying to covet your power.”

Yuza Emi, having been through the ups and downs of life, was certainly not ignorant of such matters. The fact that so many people were so concerned about the Holy Light Aura demonstrated its inherent value. Since Yuza Emi had nothing to offer in exchange, she naturally had to lower her stance.

"As you probably know, I have a pretty good relationship with Sadao Maou." Shinji Ikari gave a wry smile. "Logically speaking, since you're from the same hometown, I shouldn't say anything about your past grievances. But now that I've helped you, I don't know what Sadao Maou will think." Shinji spread his hands. These two could be considered mortal enemies, and Shinji couldn't be sure what Sadao Maou would think after he helped her.

“From what I know…” Yusa Emi sighed, covering her forehead with one hand, her face full of struggle, “Given his personality, he’ll just smile and say that I’m ultimately a useless person who has to rely on others to get anything done. This isn’t me trying to excuse myself.”

"...This is really a bit infuriating." Shinji Ikari was speechless. This really fits Sadao Maou's personality. Just this one sentence shows how familiar the two of them are with each other. Moreover, it seems that the two of them have a daughter (it seems that the anime plot is going to go its own way and has nothing to do with the novel, so it's just ordinary. Is destiny in their hands?).

Shinji Ikari stretched out his hand, and as his spiritual power and aura surged, holy light began to emerge slightly from his body, then condensed into a swirling cloud of mist in his hand. Clearly, neither the degree of condensation nor the amount could compare to Sensui Shinobu, who could condense a fighting spirit steel armor.

"Let me make this clear first, when Sadao Masao beats you up later, I won't help you." Mei Isayama took a long stride, intending to hide inside the room, but as soon as she pushed open the door, she was physically pushed over by the violent resentment inside. The overflowing fierce resentment force simply caused the temperature in the entire room to drop drastically. "Sorry! I disturbed you!" Mei Isayama quickly apologized and made a run for it.

"Thank you!" The holy light, radiating a soft golden glow, reflected in Yuza Emi's pupils, making her slightly excited. She reached out and gently placed her hand on the holy light, took a deep breath, and began to relax, allowing her body to slowly enter a state of maximum relaxation.

As the holy light slowly began to enter her arm, Yusa Emi immediately felt... the long-lost power!

With a gentle flick of his fingers, the Holy Light, not in an attacking state, was warm and peaceful, truly nourishing Yusa Emi's Holy Light. Following Shinji Ikari's habit, it began to circulate within her body, a warm current coursing through her limbs and bones.

"so……"

"Yes, it went smoothly, it was a success!"

Chapter 256 Login

"Hmm!" After enduring for a while, Yusa Emi, with her eyes closed, finally couldn't help but let out a soft groan because of the comfortable feeling brought by the aura flowing through her body. This made her instantly enjoy the attention of Isayama Mei and Ikari Shinji on her.

"Is that enough? Did it work?" Shinji Ikari clicked his tongue and glanced at Mei Isayama, who seemed somewhat eager to try. Mei Isayama had obviously experienced the feeling of being pampered by Holy Light, and she certainly wouldn't mind if she could do it again. As for whether her current physical condition would deplete Shinji's Holy Light, she really didn't care. She could just meditate again when she ran out.

"Indeed... I've recovered quite a bit." Yusa Emi stood up and briefly assessed her condition, narrowing her eyes slightly. Although her Holy Magic Qi wasn't fully replenished, it seemed to be enough for her to sustain her in most battles. She'd trouble Shinji Ikari again when she was almost depleted, if she had the chance to ask him for help!

"Good eye! You've definitely gained confidence; your spirit and energy are completely different!" Izayama Mei commented from the side.

Simply put, Yusa Emi's aura is different now. Her spirit and energy have become more sharp and assertive. To give an analogy, the previous Yusa Emi was like a sword sheathed in an ordinary scabbard, and you couldn't feel its sharpness at all.

Now, it was only slightly pulled out, revealing a gleaming blade, its sharp edge radiating a chilling killing intent.

“However…” Shinji Ikari looked at her. Although Yusa Emi had recovered quite a bit, compared to Maou Sadao, who could now wield many spells with ease, Yusa Emi’s recovery was simply… insufficient! Shinji even seriously suspected that, because the concentration of despair in this damned world was far too high, Maou Sadao might be even stronger than in the original world…

It's just that I don't know why Sadao Maou is so fond of working for McDonald's. Thanks to his outstanding performance, he was successfully removed from his acting role and became a full-fledged store manager. Recently, with his food truck business, he's even started taking business from street vendors at night. Lately, when Shinji Ikari went out to ride his Falcon to meet Ryoko Sakaki, he often saw these people loitering on the coastal expressway with McDonald's snack bags in their hands. To be honest, McDonald's, you guys are really clueless! He's a Demon King, and you only gave him a store manager position.

"Phew... I understand, I understand this better than you do!" Yusa Emi's eyes dimmed slightly, but she quickly regained her spirits. "I'm very grateful for your invitation to participate in this competition. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known there was such a way, even in the future..."

“As long as you’re not going to challenge Sadao Maou to a duel, replenishing your energy shouldn’t be a problem.” Shinji Ikari nodded. In a sense, the existence of the girl in front of him was also very necessary. Sadao Maou in the anime and novels was the kind of person who was determined to work hard and die on the job.

However, since he is the Demon King, there is very little description of the previous world. There are some hints that it is neither entirely bright nor entirely dark, but the actual situation is not described in much detail. Nobody knows how Sadao Maou managed to do it in the previous world.

However, Shinji Ikari felt that after arriving in Japan, instead of using magic to create large-scale chaos to extract the power of fear and despair, it was very easy for fear to spread like a plague because of people's herd mentality. Just one example will make it clear how simple this matter is: the salt hoarding!

Anyone with eyes could see that this ridiculous thing was impossible, but the mentality of "if others grab it, I won't" prevailed, and "what if it happens?" led many people to buy a few packs as a result.

On the contrary, regarding the matter of obeying the order here, Shinji Ikari felt that Sadao Maou was the kind of person who, despite bearing the title of Demon King, must have some hidden reasons. After all, it was somewhat counterintuitive for a Demon King to obey the order.

"That's settled then. I'll sleep on the sofa, and you can have the other room." Shinji Ikari briefly divided the rooms. As rooms provided for the competition teams, there was a living room and two or three guest rooms. Unfortunately, Shinji's suite only had two rooms.

One of them was already occupied by Himuro Kirie and Himuro Mimori, so Shinji Ikari naturally had no intention of testing the sharpness of Mei Isayama's claws. He simply gestured for Mei Isayama to throw him the cushions on the single sofa.

"Ah..." Mei Isayama casually tossed the pillow aside, then yawned and went back to her room. As martial artists, they were physically strong, and as long as they wanted to sleep, their sleep quality would definitely not be bad, and it wouldn't be affected by where they slept. Moreover, Mei Isayama's friendship with Shinji Ikari meant that she didn't need to be so pretentious. Since Shinji Ikari had already said it, why should she be polite?

"Good night, thank you!" Yusa Emi waved goodbye to Shinji Ikari and followed Mei Isayama to her room to rest.

"The first squad has successfully reached the shore... The coastline is completely undefended! However, there are many heat sources active in the distance! OVER!" Several people wearing diving suits slowly surfaced from below the water. The two soldiers in front were holding underwater assault rifles produced by the former Soviet Union and were on guard, while the others were busy taking water buckets off their backs and taking out weapons and positioning equipment from them.

"Communication is clear. Congratulations on completing the first step." Ryoko Yakushiji's voice came through the receiver. "Be on guard. The second batch of personnel will arrive at your location soon. Supplies will be delivered to you by a small submarine. Take care to ensure your safety. Communication ended."

Although the attack was delayed due to Ryoko Yakushiji's opinion, both the US and Japanese military and the Metropolitan Police Department urged Yakushiji, who was in fact the commander-in-chief of the operation, to take further action. After all, what they wanted to see was tangible results, not just timed reports with no progress.

Under such circumstances, even Yakushiji Ryoko, who was acting recklessly, could not withstand the constant pressure from her superiors and had no choice but to send her team to carry out a preliminary infiltration and reconnaissance mission that was delayed by six and a half hours.

Fortunately, after six and a half hours, the steam rising from the sea had completely dissipated, and under the bright moonlight, visibility was excellent, eliminating any possibility of misjudgment. However, this also presented their infiltration operation with some minor but significant trouble.

Ryoko Yakushiji had anticipated this, and she prepared a submersible and enough diving equipment. If it was easy to spot on the surface, she would go underwater!

"Yes! Communication ended." After saying this, the special operations team member reached to his waist and cut off the power to the communicator. The next communication would take twenty minutes.

"Nobody expected that the young lady hadn't anticipated the fact that the beach was basically undefended." The police officer next to him chuckled softly, but he didn't object to the decision to go underwater. If they went on the surface and used a speedboat, the engine noise alone would be enough to make them visible from kilometers away, which would be too dangerous for them.

"We were worried about how much trouble their strange abilities would cause us, but we never expected that they would leave the beach completely undefended. Is this what you call confidence?" another officer said softly. They weren't against the plan itself; they were among the few team members who knew how to dive, so they were chosen to carry out the mission. However, the plan was still full of recklessness and risks.

"Don't talk, hurry up and finish this. You all know what these guys are capable of; they can cause as much trouble as they want. We're lucky this bay is so big and no one's guarding it. The most important thing now is to get the rest of us up here quickly." Others weren't so optimistic.

"I've heard something," the temporary captain, gun at the ready, said in a low voice as he cautiously surveyed his surroundings. "Although it's only the first day of the Dark Tournament, it has already... caused a lot of casualties. In a sense, perhaps this situation has led to a severe shortage of manpower for these bastards?"

"How many people could die or be injured? Even in a fight where life and death are not a concern, at most a few dozen people could be killed in a day." Because it was a temporary team, the captain's authority had obviously not been established yet. Moreover, the Special Affairs Section was originally composed of a group of troublemakers, so there would be even fewer obedient kids here. Obedient kids simply couldn't get into the Special Affairs Section.

"You underestimate them..." As he spoke, the temporary captain swallowed hard, recalling the scene when he entered the room to receive orders.

A group of men with stars on their shoulders were arguing about whether to launch an attack immediately! Putting aside those who advocated for an immediate attack, the other side's reasoning made his heart skip a beat!

"We've already lost over a thousand of those ghosts today. Every day we drag this out, their strength will be significantly weakened, and the pressure on us during our attacks will be lighter. There's no need to risk our young men's lives!"

"Huh? Over a thousand? You must be kidding me."

"I find it a little hard to believe, can so many people die just from watching a game? We only get a few kills a year."

Chapter 257 Demonstration, Leaky Filter

"I really didn't expect you guys to be in such a... sorry state?" The next morning, before Shinji Ikari and the others set off, they went to the hotel's buffet restaurant for a quick bite and ran into the jutsu masters who were having breakfast. Apart from Satoru Gojo, everyone else was still bruised and battered, and many of them had bandages on their bodies.

"It really was quite a mess!" Gojo Satoru said with a smile. He glanced back at his students, a clear smile on his face. "Pfft..." His professional ethics were lacking.

"This is hardly a sorry state. Among all the participating teams, it seems like only you have ended up in such a miserable state." Isayama Mei sighed. Although he knew from watching TV yesterday that, unlike the teams that sent out their elites, the Spellcaster Association had only sent students to participate in the battle. They were completely disdainful of putting on a show, and their arrogance was practically written all over their faces.

"Is it that bad? It seems alright!" Yuto Itadori's face was half-wrapped in bandages, but he could move his arm. There was a lot of meat in front of him. Obviously, the intense battle had consumed a lot of his energy, and it was not something that could be replenished by a simple meal.

"Glug glug..." Meanwhile, Fukuro Megumi, who usually makes hollow sounds, can only eat liquid food now. His face is wrapped up like a rice dumpling, his nostrils are stuffed with tissues, and only his mouth, which can barely be opened, is left. He is eating now, but judging from his expression... well, judging from his appearance, he is in so much pain that he can't breathe.

Kugizaki Nobara, on the other hand, was alright. At least she had the energy to give her despicable teacher the middle finger. However, with one arm in a sling, she coughed after moving her arm a little too much, and the tissue she was covering her mouth was covered in dark blood.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Zenin Maki and Zenin Mai, who originally had a major conflict, could only help each other, one with both legs in a sling and the other with both arms in a sling. In short, just by looking at the members, it was clear that the entire competition team was practically wiped out, with only a few retaining some fighting ability.

"Don't look at me like that! In a deathmatch like this, you can surrender and save your life—you can't even dream of that anywhere else, okay?" The missing teacher, Gojo Satoru, said with a smile. What's the big deal about injuries? On the path of wielding power, who hasn't suffered a little injury? Even for him, well… a scrape is still an injury. But the experience of dealing with these strangely powerful demons is something you absolutely can't learn anywhere else. What you can learn in a deathmatch is something you can never learn in the classroom.

“That’s true, but your students are clearly no longer capable of fighting. If there’s another match, they’re doomed.” Shinji Ikari shook his head. While he could understand the Jujutsu Association’s actions, he found them somewhat unacceptable, as it seemed to disregard the students’ lives.

“Who among us hasn’t broken through in countless life-or-death battles and slowly grown up? A classroom can teach mediocre exorcists, but it can’t teach true strongmen.” Gojo Satoru turned around, spread his hands, and slowly walked back to his seat. “That’s why I’m proud of my students!” As he said this, he casually patted Itadori Yuuto’s head.

“…It seems I can be of some help.” Yusa Emi noticed that many demons nearby were casting unfriendly glances at them. She frowned slightly. After all, they weren’t on the arena. She couldn’t afford to be like Shinji Ikari, where an accidental mishap could happen, such as “missing” a move and accidentally injuring some spectators. If she made a move now, it would undoubtedly be a targeted massacre.

Now... Yusa Emi plans to use her Holy Aura to perform some simple healing on the sorcerers. However, since the priests of the cult can directly use healing spells, Yusa Emi's Holy Aura healing is both laborious and less effective than healing spells. Therefore, Yusa Emi usually only uses it on herself when she is recovering from minor injuries to treat some minor wounds.

Obviously, using holy energy here will make these demons and monsters very uncomfortable, and if they make a move... well, that's a good thing, isn't it?

"This is troublesome!" Gojo Satoru did not refuse Yusa Emi's kindness and stepped aside. Yusa Emi first walked to Fushiguro Megumi, whose injuries seemed the worst. She began to gather her holy energy in her hands and began to treat him. Soon, some dark liquid began to seep out from Fushiguro Megumi's bandages, and he began to groan, as if in some pain.

"Hmm?" The moment Yusa Emi began her treatment, all the demons in the restaurant instantly turned their attention to her, staring intently at Yusa Emi who was emanating an aura that made them very uncomfortable. In this huge restaurant, hundreds of gazes were instantly fixed on her, many of them from the participants in this Dark Tournament. Instantly, this corner became filled with murderous intent.

"Tsk! What? Haven't too many people died on the field yet?" Izayama Mei glared back without any politeness. The demonic power and killing intent emanating from her body were quite direct.

"Hey..." Shinji Ikari did nothing, his hands in his pockets, looking at the group of demons nearby. Come on over here! If a Super Rift Purple Flame Bullet were fired here, it would be a huge profit, okay?

"Hehehe!" Standing in front of Himuro Kirie, Himuro Mimori made faces at the demons. It was hard to say whether this counted as taking advantage of someone else's power, but the little girl didn't know the meaning of fear at all. With her older sister protecting her, she really wanted to cause trouble. She hoped that the demons would actually lose their temper and then watch her sister's barrier rope hang them all up.

She'd been wanting to see these suspended creatures bump into each other for ages; it would be so much fun! It's just a shame that usually, in the Himuro mansion, she's the only one who gets suspended like that. What a pity…

"Tch, they clearly don't dare, but they still pretend to be so serious." Isayama Mei looked at the group of hesitant demons and monsters, snorted disdainfully, then cut in line to get some food and kicked away a demon who was pointing at her, leaving the group of demons looking angry but unable to speak out.

"Oh! That's great!" Gojo Satoru slammed his right fist against the palm of his other hand, looking like he had learned something, which made the group of students from the Jujutsu High School sigh. What an unreliable guy.

Fushiguro Megumi, who was starting to remove the bandages, sighed, his face twitching. It was clear that the bandages, which had dried after being stained with blood, were being torn off as if a piece of skin was being ripped off, which was quite painful. However, it was obvious that after Yusa Emi's treatment, Fushiguro Megumi was beginning to regain his original handsome and imposing appearance.

"You still have a match today?" Shinji Ikari gave Satoru Gojo a look. Although it should have been postponed, the attacking force should be preparing to launch an attack in the next day or two. So the match probably won't go all the way to the end. As for whether today's match can be finished, Shinji Ikari didn't dare to make any guarantees.

"There are only four matches today: yours, Urameshi's, and two others that you don't need to worry about." Gojou Satoru shook his head. "We have a day to catch our breath, so little guys, cherish it!" Gojou Satoru nodded almost imperceptibly. He understood what Shinji Ikari meant. It was hard to say whether their matches would even happen, because once the attack was launched, the Dark Tournament would be forcibly ended, and all the participants would get nothing and have to go home empty-handed.

"Oh, and there's our match! Emi-chan~ Don't expend too much energy~" Isayama Mei sat down on the side and started eating her breakfast. "Eat~ Eat! We have a match to play later."

"Oh!" Shinji Ikari and the others went to get their food too.

"To be honest, I have to admit I misjudged him a bit." Just as Shinji Ikari was taking his plate of fried bacon and bread, a figure with a plate also stood next to him. "Twenty slices," Toguro said casually, looking at the chef in front of him.

"Eh... alright! Alright! Lord Toguro!" This busy demon chef, who had been somewhat timid when facing Shinji Ikari alone, seemed to suddenly find his confidence and backbone after seeing Toguro. He straightened his back and hummed at Shinji, even giving all the bacon he had prepared for Shinji to Toguro. Then he put down his knife and fork, crossed his arms, and looked smug.

"Becoming someone else... Excuse me, how does it feel to be proud of these ugly bastards? Toguro-nii, have you already abandoned your former name?" Shinji Ikari looked at the cook who inexplicably burst out with a sense of superiority, somewhat speechless. He didn't even need to lift a finger to deal with him; he could just go to the restaurant manager in charge and complain about it later.

Working people should act like working people. Racism and discrimination are unacceptable, especially for a strong person like Shinji Ikari. If he's in a bad mood, the restaurant will be gone! His fate was almost sealed. Hopefully, this unlucky guy won't have decades of mortgage payments to pay.

"Hmph... That name represents weakness. Once it's abandoned, it's abandoned." Toguro made an interesting gesture, placing the bacon in front of Shinji Ikari and then signaling the chef to prepare the meal.

"So you want to have a match with me before the finals?" Shinji Ikari asked somewhat seriously. Toguro was ranked B in the manga, implying that he had obviously already surpassed that level. However, Shinji had no idea what level he was at the moment.

“No rush. I will be facing Yusuke Urameshi in the semifinals, and you… will be my opponent in the finals.” Toguro picked up his plate. “By the way, if you really want to do those little tricks, you should wait a few days. That way, most of the stronger players will be dead, and your success rate in launching an attack will increase a lot. Anyway, your main target is not these players.”

"Oh? You're not going to stop us?" Shinji Ikari tilted his head and looked at Toguro's younger brother in front of him, his eyes full of amusement. After all, just by looking at the demon in front of him, one could tell what kind of status and position Toguro's younger brother held in the eyes of these demons.

"Do you have some kind of misconception about demons?" Toguro, wearing sunglasses and resembling a governor, slightly turned his head and with a flick of his wrist, beheaded the demon chef, whose body collapsed to the ground, convulsing. "Demons, the reason they are demons... is because they are more insane, cold-blooded, and unscrupulous than humans." With his signature governor's smile, Toguro demonstrated to Shinji Ikari the way demons survive: the strong rule everything, and the weak are only spared by the strong.

"Hmm... I'll learn from you!" Shinji Ikari laughed. Toguro-nii looks down on the weak, including those who are weak in strength and those who are weak in mentality. Otherwise, a certain demon family member wouldn't have been able to survive by saying he was willing to kneel down and lick shoes. So he doesn't take the demons watching the match seriously at all, and later he went around killing people indiscriminately during the finals.

"You've chosen a good executor. Sakyo finds her extremely troublesome. It's just a pity that you actually reported this to the Metropolitan Police Department and the Japanese government. Did you really expect these things to be kept secret?" Toguro sneered at Shinji Ikari and his friends' naivety.

Within a day, Zuo Jing learned of their plan and was slightly intimidated by its ambitious scheme. He even considered giving up his plan to come and watch the match. However, he quickly realized that although Yakushiji Ryoko did want to take down many people in one fell swoop, with a bunch of useless teammates, she could no longer maintain the surprise and secrecy of the attack.

Even now, there are quite a few demons, or people bribed by demons, observing the location of the dock by the sea, waiting for news of the human army's departure.

"Thanks for the reminder, but I never really intended to avoid all eyes from the beginning. After all, with so many people and resources mobilized, it's only a matter of time before the demons find out, unless they're all blind." Shinji Ikari shook his head. It was true that Yakushiji Ryoko was the one who carried out the plan, but she wasn't the one who devised it.

Instead, it was Misato Katsuragi, who was far away at the NERV headquarters in the underground NERV headquarters in the Third New Tokyo. Only she could come up with such a crazy plan, and it was also reasonable enough that the equally bold and radical Ryoko Yakushiji liked it at first sight and immediately decided to use it.

After all, Shinji Ikari's initial idea was simply to send elite personnel from NERV, the Countermeasures Bureau, the Spellcaster Association, and the Onmyodo, with at most the Special Affairs Section, to launch a surprise attack! Just kill them all, kill as many as you can, and let these escaped demons spread fear and despair. If he hadn't failed to persuade Sadao Maou, Shinji Ikari really thought that would be a good idea.