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When the dark figure landed on the corridor, it became clear that it was a lithe black dog over three meters long, exuding an air of nobility, like some kind of mythical beast, yet ferociously devouring the flesh and blood torn from the fishman's body.

"Roar--!!"

The merman roared in fury, his thick arm suddenly extending and lashing out at the black dog.

"Awooo—!"

Another sound.

Almost identical to the fish but white in color, the large dog leaped out from somewhere, its body gleaming silver and emitting a faint light. It tore a piece of flesh from the fish and landed on a higher flight of stairs.

The fish-man was in even more pain and turned back to grab it.

The two large dogs transformed into black and white lightning, continuously tearing chunks of flesh from the fishman's body, and even gradually ripping off his limbs.

It fell apart in no time.

"Wow (in Japanese), what a cool dog!"

Kazuma's eyes widened in disbelief.

want to.

I really want it.

"Idiot, it obviously has an owner!"

Hachiman rubbed his forehead, then looked at the stairs on the other side: "Right, buddy?"

Clearly, they found the person they were looking for.

Ta-ta-ta.....

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

The one who came out was a boy with a dark, raven-like style, wearing a black stand-up collar uniform, looking at them with sharp and wary eyes.

this point in time.

Moreover, it was clear that they had just dealt with a cursed spirit that was at least level 3.

This isn't some weak, harmless cursed spirit of level 4 or near-level; it has to be at least a formal sorcerer or... curse master?

The significance of top-grade cursed artifacts makes it inevitable that some curse masters might be blinded by greed.

"We're lost."

Hikigaya spoke first, a helpless expression on his face: "We've never been to Miyagi before. We came out for a late-night snack and got lost halfway. We heard the commotion here and came to check it out."

"get lost?"

Fukuro looked at them suspiciously: "Where are you from?"

Hachiman's expression remained unchanged, as if a friend were joking: "Tokyo, my friend Toyokawa is actually the daughter of a wealthy tycoon in Tokyo~"

"Don't use such an exaggerated tone, Hachiman!"

Women are natural actresses, and Toyokawa Shoko immediately reverted to her elegant and gentle demeanor, saying helplessly, "Sorry, we've just never been here before and were a little curious."

Fushiguro Megumi felt a little relieved.

Her aura and demeanor definitely belong to a young lady from a wealthy family.

However, he, a nobody, couldn't get in touch with the daughters of wealthy tycoons, so he couldn't be sure which family it was.

"Then please leave as soon as possible."

He remained wary as he slowly moved toward the unconscious man and woman, or more precisely, toward the girl's fingers sticking out of her pocket.

'Very wary, seems a bit unapproachable~'

Hachiman felt things were getting a bit tricky.

Why not just say it directly? Sincerity is the most effective way to communicate.

Kazuma gave a confident look and then stood in front of Fushiguro Megumi.

"So there really is a problem?"

moment!

Fushiguro Megumi's vigilance reached its peak, and the two shikigami beside her, one black and one white, also lowered their bodies and barked defiantly.

"no....."

Kazuma looked completely bewildered, but still tried to look sincere and said, "Actually, we lied to you earlier. We are actually from another world. We came here to meet you and find our way home."

"We came here mainly to ask for your help in finding any of those pitch-black spatial rifts; that's how we came to this world."

The eyes are the windows to the soul; the other person will surely understand him.

"..."

Fushiguro Megumi remained silent.

Do I look like an idiot?

The scientific name for that kind of spatial rift is dimensional slash.

Can I get in? And if I get in, will I survive?

.......

"This group of people... has a serious problem!"

On the mountain.

A tall, thin man in a tracksuit stood on a tree, his rear end sticking out, gazing into the distance.

Standing at least 1.9 meters tall, with an independent and unconventional style, wearing an eye patch, and with silver hair standing up like a broom, this type would definitely be the top choice in a host club.

While he was observing, he suddenly noticed that the girl with golden eyes in the group was glancing in his direction from time to time.

"?"

He raised an eyebrow and moved to another location.

really.

The direction the girl was looking in changed.

"interesting!"

He laughed.

I've misjudged them. The most unusual person in that group is actually a young girl?

besides......

For some reason, he felt a slight stinging sensation from something in that group of people.

It was as if some terrifying life form was observing him through some medium.

Some old monster?

Some ancient non-human being?

That gaze seemed familiar to him, as if he were looking at some rare species, or as if he were watching something amusing, which made him inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Tsk~"

He stood up, his figure vanished instantly, leaving behind a faint utterance.

"Unfortunately, I am the strongest...!"

Hopefully, I can give him a different kind of surprise. I don't expect an evenly matched battle, but at least I can give him some fun.

Otherwise, the world would be too boring.

Volume 1: Chapter 85 Gojou: Come on, let's test your trump card!

"What's wrong, Miss Yotsuya?"

Ayanokouji noticed her glancing outside every now and then and became wary: "Is someone lurking in the shadows? Can you sense their strength?"

Yotsuya Miko wasn't sure either, and whispered, "It's too far away. I can only vaguely sense that the nature of the power is similar to the guy in front of me, but much larger, and..."

She looked at the evil spirits that slowly emerged and surrounded them: "They're like evil spirits too, like two sides of the same coin..."

The latter isn't surprising; there are too many of these setups, but...

The group exchanged glances, then looked at the boy confronting them, and they all understood somewhat.

It seems the younger generation is gaining experience while the older generation is secretly protecting them?

Kazuma's eyes were red.

Damn it, why can't the superior learn from this?

"Please hand over the items to us."

Megumi Fushiguro watched them warily, her gaze finally settling on the rune-engraved revolver in Kazuma's hand. She sighed, "While you can deal with ordinary cursed spirits using cursed objects, however..."

He's just an ordinary person.

He has no magical power at all, and his physical abilities seem to be much stronger than those of ordinary people. But in this world, there are ordinary people like Itajō who can exchange blows with magical spirits that are several stories high.

This level of physical ability is really nothing, so he's probably just a teenage boy who got a cursed item, knows a little bit about it, and then goes on a grand adventure (courting death)?

Or were they sent by the curse master?

Seeing the evil spirits surrounding him, he commanded his shikigami, the two large dogs, to tear the evil spirits apart, as he carefully walked over.

Anyway...

next moment.

You mean this thing, right?

Kazuma picked up the withered finger that had fallen from the girl's pocket first and looked at it curiously.

He could sense a hint of danger and a vague sense of foreboding.

It feels a lot like an evil spirit. Could it be something left behind by an evil spirit?

"give it to me!"

Fukuro Megumi's expression changed drastically, and he said anxiously, "That's a collection of curses. Without a seal, even an ordinary person holding it will..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

Kazuma was not only unharmed, but he even managed to suppress the curse's aura slightly.

"Be careful, the numbers are starting to increase."

Ayanokouji suddenly looked up and found that outside the window, countless bizarre and evil spirits seemed to have found their target and were roaring as they converged on this side.

"I'll take care of the cleanup; Hachiman, you handle the ones who slipped through the net."

next moment.

Fukuro Megumi's pupils suddenly contracted.

in front of you.

The boy with the tawny, center-parted hair suddenly went from stiff to utterly indifferent. (Entering battle mode).

"strengthen!"

In the mysterious and ancient incantation, the azure symbol manifested as a ring on his limbs.

moment.

A surge of energy.

"Sharp!"

He slowly drew the slender katana that Fushiguro Megumi had initially thought was merely decorative. A flash of pale silver light streaked across the blade, and as if it had been sharpened, it instantly unleashed an incomparably sharp and chilling gleam.

"Exorcise the demon!"