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

Their natural enemy...

This woman is his nemesis.

Youth is a lie, it's a sin, let's celebrate the explosive growth of youth!

But this youthful energy is just too strong.

The hero Hikigaya is completely unbeatable.

.....

We walked and talked.

To be precise, it was Orimoto Kaori who was very outspoken and kept relentlessly lashing out at the pitiful Hachiman Hikigaya.

Finally, as if remembering something, he laughed out loud: "Speaking of which, Hachiman, you confessed to me before, right?"

Hikigaya:! ! !

“Adar,”

Kaori Orimoto patted him on the shoulder: "We hadn't spoken at all before that. I was completely terrified."

Hikigaya said nothing.

He had spoken with Zheben and exchanged text messages, whether exchanging email addresses was out of pity or sympathy.

He would find all sorts of excuses to send emails, and his mood would fluctuate depending on the replies...

Yes.

For him, Zheben was the only one who reached out to him in the darkness.

To the girl named Orimoto Kaori, he was just an ordinary contact in her address book.

It's understandable that they can't connect with real people...

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Kaori Orimoto was completely unaware that something was wrong.

Hachiman Tsuyoshi was about to self-destruct to cover it up.

Tick-tock~~

A drop of rain falls.

A cool sensation spread across his wrist. Hachiman touched the damp patch and looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, the clear weather changed, the sky turned gloomy, and it looked like the rain was about to pour.

"Hey Zheben, take shelter from the rain over there on that platform!"

He looked around.

After walking for so long, there are no more convenience stores around, so naturally there won't be any selling raincoats...

Wow, there really is one?

Not far away, in front of the community wall, a young man wearing sunglasses and looking relaxed was lazily scrolling through his phone.

He was wearing a mysterious-looking robe engraved with many profound incantations, while in front of him were rows of cheap-looking trinkets, and in the lower right corner was a stack of umbrellas.

Great.

Hachiman Hikigaya breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh~, how much?"

He picked up a transparent umbrella and looked at it; it was one of those cheap, disposable umbrellas, and the price couldn't be too high.

Neon umbrellas are not expensive, generally ranging from 300 to 1,500 yen.

next moment.

The young man looked up from his phone screen, revealing a remarkably handsome face.

"Ten thousand yen."

Hikigaya Hachiman:? ? ?

That's enough for his allowance for two weeks.

He couldn't help but complain, "Why don't you sell it for 20,000? Wouldn't you be able to grab even more?"

The young man smiled and pointed to the sky: "I calculated that it would rain at this time. You should thank me for helping others by sending a goose feather from afar."

"Do you think it's too expensive to get a talisman from a shrine?"

Hikigaya Hachiman glanced at the Onmyoji license that he had casually tossed on the stall, and realized that it really was an Onmyoji license. He was speechless.

you are vicious.

He refused to believe there weren't others nearby...

Three minutes later.

"Hey, you're back?"

The young man playing on his phone looked up; there were only three umbrellas left on the stall.

Hikigaya silently walked up, picked up an umbrella, and handed over 5,000 yen: "10,000 yen, right? I'll take one."

"Twenty thousand!"

The young man said calmly.

Volume 1: Chapter 27 The Invisible Hachiman!

Hachiman rubbed his temples to ease the pain in his head.

It felt as if the world before my eyes had split apart, as if two worlds had overlapped.

One world is an ordinary, normal neon-lit street, with pedestrians hurrying to and fro.

The other world consisted of blurry shadows; though I couldn't see them clearly, I felt uneasy.

This doesn't seem like how I used to feel when I had a fever.

Is he hallucinating from the fever?

Hachiman has not yet realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Let's find a pharmacy and buy some fever reducers first."

I checked my pockets and found I had 2,400 yen left, which should be enough to buy fever reducers.

I walked along in a daze, and vaguely heard myself walk into a noisy place.

Someone suggested getting medicine from the counter, so he followed them there.

Just as he was about to go in, a thick arm blocked his way.

"Kid, this is a private club, outsiders are not welcome!"

???

Private club?

Hachiman looked up and vaguely saw a bald man in a black suit, whose arms, tattooed with scorpions, were almost as thick as his own.

Behind him was a rather luxurious mansion.

Inside the gatehouse was a cluster of antique-style buildings resembling the mansions of ancient nobles, complete with pavilions, terraces, bridges, and dry landscape gardens—a scene of understated luxury.

Among them were men who looked like elites, mingling and socializing with female companions.

It looks like it's from a very high-end brand...***.

"Don't feel any regret..."

The man in the black suit, who looked fierce, casually remarked with a hint of kindness, "Don't let the amusement park-like appearance fool you, this place is actually..."

He whispered, "There are rumors that vengeful spirits are haunting this place. It's said that they are the vengeful spirits of women who used to entertain guests here. When a woman enters her most 'excited' state, they will take her away out of jealousy... Several women have already gone missing."

???

Why are you telling me this?

Does he seem like the type of person who would come to a place like this?

Also, you'd better be genuinely excited when you say you're excited.

But a vengeful spirit?

Hachiman Hikigaya silently took a few steps back and subconsciously glanced into the courtyard.

? ? ? !

The next moment, Hachiman Hikigaya's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body tensed up abruptly, but he bit his tongue hard to force himself not to make a sound.

inside the door.

After one walkway, you should reach the right side of the reception street building.

Other elites, bosses, and officials came and went without noticing; but Hachiman Hikigaya clearly saw an extremely bizarre and strange thing lurking there.

It has a human torso, but no legs; instead, it has eight strangely long, pale, thin hands pressed against the ground.

Its body surface was covered in a viscous black liquid, and its eyeballs were wriggling.

As if sensing something, a long, thin neck stretched out, extending more than ten meters, crossing the walkway and trees, reaching the right side of Hachiman Hikigaya's cheek.

A pair of sinister eyes stared intently at him from his withered head.

He turned his head and they were face to face!

At that moment, Hachiman Hikigaya's high fever disappeared without medication, and he woke up with a start.

"Can you see me?"

Hachiman Hikigaya recognized the voice; it was the voice he'd heard before, the one that seemed to be searching for medicine.

"Did you see that?"

This time it was the security guard behind me; he was chillingly cold.

It's tempting me to speak!

Hachiman suddenly realized this.

"You definitely saw it, didn't you?"

This time it was his voice, so familiar and clear, yet at this moment it seemed to be blowing from the underworld, carrying a hint of eerie hoarseness.

It's imitating!

It's confirmed!!

It's determining whether I can see it, and once I do...

Hachiman Hikigaya's mind raced, and he forced himself to keep his body from trembling and his tone from revealing any abnormality: "No, guard, I'm waiting for someone!"

"Waiting for someone?"

The gatekeeper looked puzzled.

Aren't they just high school students who are curious about this place and want to sneak in?

but......"

"Waiting for whom? Never mind, if you're going to wait, don't wait at the door, go somewhere further away."

The gatekeeper was cold and ruthless, resolutely blocking the way between that thing and Hachiman Hikigaya.

Thank you, security guard!

Hachiman Hikigaya was so happy and moved he cried.

The premonition of death was clearer than ever before; even breathing felt difficult.

Even now, I'm in a state of extreme tension.