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

So you're using those two ordinary people as bait to lure that thing out, right?

He now clearly understands the helplessness and despair he felt when he encountered that twisted evil spirit during the day.

Now you want me to go fishing for something even scarier?

"..."

Ayanokoji looked around the dimly lit corridor of the shabby apartment, feeling a sense of unease rising within him.

Honestly, in the game, I fought against that god-like swordsman... oh, I mean, I was killed hundreds of times.

He felt that he had made great progress in everything from heart rate to skills, and that he had undergone a complete transformation.

He was confident that he could kill the kendo dojo master, who taught him swordsmanship, within three breaths.

But this is completely different from evil spirits...

How can you face that kind of thing with a sword?

As if sensing his thoughts, Rosser smiled and said, "A blade cuts through the flesh, and a heart cuts through the soul. Even the most ordinary swordsmanship, when cultivated to a high level, can kill both gods and demons."

But when you reach the still, clear waters, everything is reflected in the lake of your heart, and even gods and mortals are no different.

His words were deeply moving and thought-provoking.

But Ayanokouji said quietly, "If I remember correctly, a clear mirror and still water is the spiritual realm of a saint, isn't it?"

If he could reach that level of spiritual attainment, he certainly wouldn't need to fear any evil spirits.

After all, back then, if you let out a loud shout, even gods and demons would shatter.

"Let's get down to reality..."

Hikigaya squinted at him.

"Eh?"

Rosser was taken aback: "Do you expect a reward for protecting humanity and the world?"

Before they could react, he feigned reluctance and said, "How about this, once we get that apartment building, you can each choose one..."

"I mean, the things that protect us!"

Hikigaya shouted, "Even the kind of protective charms used during the day? At least give us a few for protection!"

Pit father ah.

"You don't really want us to cleanly lure an evil spirit that has killed hundreds of people, and then, when we're scared to death and about to kick the bucket, you send divine soldiers to admire our expressions, do you?"

"It can't be that bad..., right?"

What a fart!

Hachiman looked at Rosser, who was hiding his face with a folding fan, as if he had been told the truth. His eyes went vacant, and he murmured to himself.

"I shouldn't have agreed to Komachi's request, I shouldn't have come to Tokyo, and I shouldn't have avoided her and missed my stop... Oreki is nowhere near as scary as him..."

Even a kind-hearted person like him felt his heart couldn't take it when faced with such a boss with such a perverse sense of humor.

five minutes later.

Rose took out two stacks of yellow paper talismans, reluctantly saying, "These are genuine Chinese yellow paper talismans, not the white paper used by the dead in Japan."

It's much more effective than the white paper talisman I gave you during the day.

I made the cinnabar and glutinous rice myself, which is unique in Tokyo.

This stack is for escaping, this stack is for self-protection, this stack is for calming the mind….

It's obvious you're really reluctant, so... let go, you bastard Aniki!!!

Hachiman gripped the three stacks of talismans with a ferocious expression, but dared not use too much force; they were his lifeblood.

the other side.

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji remained expressionless as he slowly pried open Rosser's fingers.

This is truly a good product.

They no longer wanted to accept Rother's empty promises; this was the most practical option.

"....(ˉ▽￣～)Tch~~, do you think I care about a few talismans, each worth more than 200,000 yen?"

The talisman was still given out, with Rosser acting as if it were nothing more than a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.

But the twitching corners of his mouth, revealing his heartache, betrayed his reluctance to part.

"Two hundred thousand yen per sheet?"

Hikigaya and Ayanokouji exchanged a glance, both seeing the other's attraction.

In other words, as long as they are not all used up, even if only a dozen or so remain, they can still be sold for three million?

My goodness, this is much more precious than gold of the same weight!

moment.

Their hands, which held the talismans, became gentle, as if they were the most precious treasures in the world.

Both of them, a penniless man and someone who didn't know the value of money, were now secretly filled with a boiling determination.

The ghost story of the female neighbor, right?

Your grandpa's here.

You'd better be sensible and let us have more talismans left!

"They're all good kids~"

With a flick of his folding fan, Rosser watched their resolute backs as if they were stepping onto a battlefield.

To put it bluntly, Hachiman's motivation was to prevent further victims from appearing here, not for any monetary incentive.

As for Ayanokouji... he probably wanted to experience ghost stories with a certain level of security, in order to overcome the shadows in his heart.

Yes, they replenished him with a lot of Heavenly Dao Jade.

Even more than Ayanokoji, the new ATM, was provided by Hikiya.

"Alright, let's wait for the monsters to take the bait."

Silver moonlight streamed through the glass of the corridor.

The figure of the man in the magnificent hunting robe with gold and silver threads seemed to shatter like a dream bubble, melting into the moonlight.

........

"Are you sure?"

Tokyo.

The seventh basement level of the Beika-cho Metropolitan Police Department.

In this spacious hall, there are dense surveillance cameras and various data fluctuations on all four sides.

A group of sweating staff members hurried to and fro.

Second-floor balcony.

A weary middle-aged man looked at the monitor in front of him and rubbed his temples: "Is that game really a new ghost story?"

[fate grand order]

The game that has become incredibly popular these past few days has swept the globe like wildfire, and has been hailed by over 300 media outlets worldwide as the beginning of a new era.

It seems like traditional games are about to end and virtual reality games are about to rise.

Even the stock prices of many related upstream and downstream companies, such as "Rect," the electronic instrument manufacturer of the Yuki zaibatsu, have soared.

But he felt no joy whatsoever.

Instead, I felt fear.

Because that is a technology that is currently beyond the reach of humankind, and it may not be possible to achieve it even in ten thousand years.

That's not virtual reality, but a recreation of reality, a completely realistic recreation of reality.

According to their supercomputing results, the fidelity is at least at the atomic level.

This is the limit of their supercomputing capabilities, not the limit of that game.

This incredible, even incomprehensible, level of achievement can only be accomplished by one thing...

That's a ghost story!

A shadow crossed the eyes of the middle-aged man named Shuichi Akai.

That kind of thing, that incomprehensible thing, actually doesn't have a very high kill range.

For example, the "detective" who left him with many scars always killed one or several people at a time.

In the past thirty years, the number of victims has been only a little over five thousand.

But this ghost story is different; its mere existence has affected millions of people. One can imagine that, as time goes on, at least one-fifth of the world's population will likely come into contact with this game.

When this ghost story finally bares its fangs, then...

The thought of that possibility made Shuichi Akai tremble.

but....

"Based on the investigation team's assessment, the possibility of it being a ghost story is not high, Director Akai."

A young operative wearing glasses reported.

Shuichi Akai was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

The young operator handed over the report: "Although its form resembles a ghost story, and its level of complexity is as unbelievable as a ghost story, there are no rules governing ghost stories, and..."

The operator also looked incredulous: "...From any perspective, this is just an ordinary game, only with more advanced technology."

Is that a problem specific to more developed areas?

The old man with graying hair twitched at the corner of his mouth and thoughtfully knocked on the balcony railing.

Could it be that it's not a ghost story?

what is that?

He looked at the monitor wall with a somewhat blank expression.

Surely there can't actually be some Chaldea or Heroic Spirits, right?

P.S.: I recommend a friend's old book, "The Madman of the Small Garden: Destroying a Million-Dollar Group!"

One million three hundred thousand words, it's ready to be devoured.

The following is an introduction—

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Mu Yuan transmigrates to a miniature world filled with gods and Buddhas, only to be blocked at the door by [two-digit numbers] right from the start.

"Landed and immediately eliminated? What kind of matchmaking system is this?!"

But he gained a cheat ability that grants him access to an incredible realm!

"What am I afraid of? Fight! Kill!"

Divide your own spirituality and transform it into talent, then enter countless worlds for further study!

In the world of Umamusume, you are born to fight and will not stop until you die! If you survive hundreds of battles, you will eventually become a god!

"I say, God cannot create anyone above me!"

In the Dark Forest Universe, we hold the "Authority of Humanity." Humans are human, and extraterrestrials are human. Crowds of people gather, united by universal love!

"I am the origin, and I shall suppress all enemies in the universe!"

In the various worlds of the Little Garden, standing firm in the [Eternal Realm], we will slay humanity in the final trial, ascend the throne of invincibility, and confront the hordes of gods!