I'm doing a crossover anime/manga project, and I'm creating a new kind of "Moonlight&

And coincidentally, it was also Class 3 of the first year, which was Ito Makoto's class at the time.

(Ito Seima is in Class 3, Grade 1.)

Volume 1: Chapter 12 Takagi Wataru: I'm not well-educated, don't try to fool me!

Almost the entire class perished in that fire.

Prior to this fire, classmates such as Saionji Sekai and Kiyoura Setsuna had also suffered a series of accidents that resulted in their deaths.

Only Makoto Ito survived because he had taken leave at the time.

It's exactly the same as the "Three Classes" ghost story format.

Not much to say.

Ninety-nine percent of the time it's this thing.

Since it's the beginning of the semester, I haven't had any interaction with Katsura Kotonoha yet.

Besides, Saionji Sekai, whom Makoto Ito likes, and Kiyoura Setsuna are both in school, so why would he need to take a leave of absence?

In reality, there's an 80% chance that all three squads were wiped out, with no survivors.

Eleven years later, Makoto Ito, the dead man, crawled out and returned to Class 3.

"I didn't expect to get results so quickly. All that's left is to confirm them."

......

Under the shade of trees outside the school.

A dead silence.

for a long time.

The young police officer shakily lit a cigarette: "Senior... is that... really true?"

Takagi Wataru couldn't hold back either, his face saying, "How the hell would I know? I've never seen it before."

what is that?

What the hell is that?

A little trick made of saltpeter, camphor, sulfur, sulfur, and potassium chlorate, when applied to fingernails, can create a fiery dragon that fills the entire corridor.

I'm not well-educated, don't try to fool me!

Okay, okay, fine, let's say it's possible.

Tell me the hell what's with that incredibly detailed, lifelike dragon appearance?

That student must have been reacting to the shouting, right?

The boy with the middle parting had his face wrinkled from the roar.

It's completely beyond what science can explain.

And its power...

Takagi Wataru imagined someone running into their Metropolitan Police Department and doing something like that, and immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

“…”

The young police officer swallowed hard. "Senior, could it be... that magic really exists? I mean, the kind of magic that person was talking about..."

Takagi Wataru did not speak.

too messy.

Their worldviews are clashing.

for a long time.

He took a deep breath: "Report it."

Although he'll probably get yelled at, told to get lost, to stop reading otaku culture, or to see a doctor.

He suspected that ghost stories had driven him mad.

After all, unless you see it with your own eyes, you'll most likely suspect it's an AI-generated video...

......

"What? You actually found it?"

The most bustling city center in Tokyo.

The rooftop of the Shinomiya Building.

The bald man, dressed in a traditional kimono, had a rather solemn and stern face, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

"Who is he referring to? Are you sure it's not one of those tricks?"

Huang Guang's eyes were gloomy.

As a joke, the Shinomiya zaibatsu, one of the pillars of the Japanese nation, is teetering on the brink of collapse and could disintegrate at any moment.

Didn't expect?

He didn't expect that either.

No wonder that old man made him try to take over the Shinomiya family; it turns out you've almost ruined it, haven't you?

Now he sees everyone as someone who wants to harm the Shinomiya family.

What if the exorcist gets bribed and finds someone tough to mess with to claim the deceased is the victim?

Besides, he didn't really believe in these urban legends.

Over there on the phone.

His subordinate seemed to realize what he meant and said in a trembling voice, "He's just an ordinary teacher. I've checked, and he's only connected to the Ze Yue family, which has a complicated relationship. He should be one of Ze Yue Zhi's sons."

"Ze Yuezhi?"

Huang Guang of the Four Palaces showed disgust, as if he had swallowed a fly.

It's not that the Sawakoshi family is particularly powerful; they're just a small-time crook with a market value of 10 billion yen.

Its big reputation is purely because it's disgusting.

Even the homes of tycoons are usually messy, but the messiness of his home is so extreme that anyone who hears it would want to cut off their ears.

Who knows how many sons and grandsons a person like that has?

"Alright then, notify them to have the teacher on leave come to the school within half an hour."

After giving the order, Shinomiya Huangguang was about to hang up when he noticed his subordinate hesitate and stammer, causing him to frown.

"Is there anything else to report?"

"Master, that... that Onmyoji looks like the real thing!!!"

......

Half an hour later.

"Isn't get out of class over? Why did you call me to school at this hour?"

A handsome, tall, thin young man who looked very honest stepped into the school gate.

He was very timid. After two students died, he couldn't bear it and asked for leave to go home.

"It must have been an accident. I haven't heard anything about it since I took leave."

While looking around, Makoto Ito muttered to himself.

To be honest, he lost contact with those two female students after taking leave, and he doesn't know if they're still at school.

Neon lights present a polarized picture.

In 21, Japan's "Basic Survey on Birth Trends" shocked the world.

The survey results showed that among single women aged 18-34, the proportion of virgins reached 44.7%.

It completely overturns our preconceived notions about Japan.

However, the more open part of Japan is also extremely open; many elementary school students wear heavy makeup and go out and have fun.

This includes some children of tycoons; some of them even go on to make adult films.

Makoto Ito is handsome and a teacher, so naturally he has no shortage of people willing to hang out with him.

He was a man of many ways, accepting anyone who came his way, and keeping secrets from each other.

Under normal circumstances, he'll probably be hacked to pieces soon...

"Beep... No answer?"

As Makoto Ito regretfully put down his phone, two shadows rose behind him, making him feel as if the sky had darkened.

Before he could react, a large, fan-like hand covered his mouth, and his 120-pound weight was easily lifted up like a feather and thrown into the car.

Immediately afterwards, two burly men in black suits stepped on the gas and drove into the school's storage room.

......

"Hello, Mr. Rosser!"

Just arrived.

Rosser saw that his middle-aged butler, who was looking for him, was already waiting with two men in black suits.

His graying hair was neatly combed, and his upright posture clearly indicated that he was an elite member of an important family.

The arrogant middle-aged butler bowed respectfully: "Ito Makoto is inside."

When I visited his office before, the butler seemed very polite, but his tone left no room for argument.

To put it bluntly, they didn't take him seriously.

And now...

Looking at the butler with his head bowed, Rother felt as if he had swallowed a whole pack of chewing gum...

Cool! !

This is naturally due to the impact of the fire dragon shot at the school; they've probably been monitoring the classroom the whole time.

Tsk~~

"Okay, take me to see it!"

Rosser didn't mind and went to the warehouse.

Sure enough, there was a caterpillar rolling around in a burlap sack.

There was no surprise in Rosser about what one of the four biggest scumbags in the anime world looked like; he simply reached out and touched him.

moment.

As he sensed that line connecting to the infinite depths, the unseen and mysterious, he sensed something existing at the end of that line.

Rother felt a sudden heaviness in his brain, and an indescribable, terrifying appetite surged forth uncontrollably, his eyes instantly turning crimson.

All emotions transform into the most instinctive urge to devour, into greed from the deepest part of oneself.

Volume 1: Chapter Thirteen: The Hell of the Corporate Slave, the Demon King's Breeding Pool!

His consciousness was rising, rising higher and higher, transcending the physical body, the material world, and spiritual existence, entering the deepest part of the deep world.

He vaguely heard a familiar mechanical voice, and then an indescribable transcendent power sprayed out from the depths of his soul, transforming into a beam of light.

A supreme, holy, and infinitely glorious light, along with an endless torrent of incantations that seemed to contain all the mysteries of the universe, surged forth from the light.

Countless flowing golden incantations intertwine, construct, arise, cease, flow, and cycle, forming a magnificent pair of wings composed of pure light scriptures that stretch out.

He felt as if he had transformed into a golden eagle soaring above all realms, surpassing everything, letting out a cry that resounded deep within the world, and swooping down towards his target with outstretched wings.