The Dimensional Tavern of the Mefilas Alien

Although they had never seen such writing before, Sesshomaru and Jaken immediately understood the meaning of the sign upon seeing it.

"Monster Tavern!"

As the son of Toga, Sesshomaru was quite confident in his power. Therefore, even though he felt the door in front of him was somewhat strange, he still walked in.

He had initially thought he might have fallen into a trap. After all, as the son of King Douya and the young master of the Western Kingdom, there were bound to be many demons coveting his head.

However, after entering, Sesshomaru did not sense any killing intent from Murphy and Jamila at all.

Not only that, but the entire setup of the bar also surprised him.

As the young master of the Western Kingdom, he had seen countless rare treasures. Yet, in this seemingly ordinary tavern, there were still many things he had never heard of before.

"Who exactly are you?"

Sesshomaru stared at Murphy. Despite having no demonic power whatsoever, Sesshomaru still didn't believe that a tavern owner who could teleport could be a minor demon.

"He's just a manager of a bar!"

Murphy was used to it. It seemed like every time one of these guests from another dimension came in, they'd ask the same question. Maybe he should take some time to put up a sign at the door with a self-introduction on it.

Sesshomaru gave Murphy a deep look and nodded slightly.

He didn't detect any lie in his words.

Sesshomaru's only concern right now is finding his father's grave; nothing else is on his mind.

Regardless of Murphy's true identity, since he had no intention of being his enemy, he didn't plan to investigate further.

"So, what would you two like to order? My rule here is that besides what's on the menu, anything I know how to make, is fine with me!"

Sesshomaru thought for a moment and said, "Then bring two jugs of the shop's best sake and two of its signature dishes."

He doesn't have a strong desire for material things, but when he has the opportunity to enjoy them, he won't deliberately mistreat himself.

"No problem. Please wait a moment!"

Murphy turned and went back to the kitchen to cook, while Jamila immediately went to the bar to pour drinks.

Soon, Jamila returned carrying two jugs of sake and two hot towels.

Xie Jian glanced at Jamila twice: "Are you Tu Bi? This is the first time I've seen a Tu Bi as weak as you!"

Jamila paused for a moment: "What is Tubi?"

Xie Jian exclaimed in surprise, "You don't even know your own race?"

Jamila gave a wry smile; it seemed this strange little thing had misunderstood: "I am human."

Jaken looked at him more closely: "Impossible! Although I can't sense any demonic power in you, how could a human possibly look like you?"

Sesshomaru's expression shifted slightly; Jamila didn't seem to be lying. It just so happened that humans could indeed transform into demons under certain conditions. Could he be one of those demons?

"I mutated because of the alien environment." Jamila's feelings at this moment were somewhat similar to Murphy's.

The guests at the bar come from different dimensions, which means he always has to explain his identity.

"You come from the stars?" Xie Jian exclaimed in surprise. "Could you be one of the eight million gods?"

In his mind, the stars were part of Takamagahara (the Plain of Heaven). And those who lived there were surely gods.

Now it was Jamila's turn to be bewildered.

"Although I don't know what you mean by eight million gods, it's not entirely wrong to say that I'm from the stars."

"Is the manager of this tavern also like this?" Sesshomaru, who hadn't originally intended to delve into Murphy's identity, couldn't help but ask upon hearing this.

Although the eight million gods vary greatly in strength, with powerful gods possessing the ability to create heaven and earth, and the weak no different from roadside monsters, gods ultimately differ from monsters in status. Even those lacking power often possess various secrets. If Murphy is truly a god from Takamagahara, perhaps he could find a way to help him locate his father's tomb more quickly.

Jamila nodded: "The shop manager is a true alien from another planet."

"Then it's not surprising!" Sesshomaru suddenly realized.

No wonder he couldn't sense any demonic aura emanating from Murphy and Jamila.

It's said that gods sometimes play among mortals; perhaps those two were like that!

A short while later, when Murphy returned with the freshly cooked dishes, he saw Sesshomaru and Jaken asking Jamila all sorts of questions.

"Your dishes are here! These are our restaurant's specialties: Spicy Kewpie, Grilled Kewpie, and Kewpie Tempura!"

Sesshomaru stopped asking questions, picked up a piece of meat from the plate, sniffed it lightly, and then put it in his mouth.

The taste wasn't exactly superb, but the vitality it contained amazed him.

This stuff tastes like some rare delicacies. No wonder he's a powerful being who can connect to different dimensions! Sesshomaru thought to himself.

"Manager, does this tavern connect to the underworld?"

In that brief moment, Sesshomaru had already gotten all the information he needed from Jamila.

Although his understanding of concepts like planets and the universe was still somewhat vague, Sesshomaru already knew that Murphy was neither a god nor a demon.

That being said, the ability of the tavern to connect different dimensions gave Sesshomaru endless imagination.

If he could travel directly to the underworld through the tavern, he wouldn't need to search aimlessly like this. Even deep down, Sesshomaru might have harbored the thought of taking the opportunity to see his deceased father and ask him why he made that decision.

"It's possible. But the prerequisite is that someone in the underworld has a strong desire. If you're thinking of going to the underworld through a bar, the chances are slim."

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Ah Yin, I'm afraid I'll have to send it.

Sesshomaru was greatly disappointed.

It seems he still has to rely on himself.

Xie Jian, however, was optimistic: "Does that mean we can come here anytime we want in the future?"

After receiving Murphy's affirmative reply, Jaken danced with joy: "Lord Sesshomaru! Lord Sesshomaru! We'll never have to worry about being exposed to the elements and having nowhere to stay again!"

Sesshomaru, however, had much more on his mind.

"Manager, can we use this currency to pay the bill?"

He laid out several different currencies on the table. As the young master of the Western Kingdom, he wasn't short of money; he was just unsure if he could spend it at the bar.

Looking at the various currencies on the table, Murphy once again realized what a great innovation it was to standardize weights and measures.

Murphy asked the two monsters to confirm the purchasing power of various currencies in their world, and then grabbed some currency from the table.

"This is enough. But next time you come, you can bring some local specialties, such as various high-quality ingredients. I'll pay a high price for them!"

High-quality ingredients? Sesshomaru savored the taste of the meat called Kewpie he had just had, and a general idea came to him. So he nodded slightly: "I understand. Next time I will definitely bring you prey that will satisfy you, sir."

Murphy scratched his head.

He vaguely remembered the name Sesshomaru. In his mind, Sesshomaru was supposed to be a cold, aloof, and taciturn person, right? But the Sesshomaru in front of him, while not exactly lively, was certainly not aloof either!

Just as Murphy was wondering if he had mixed things up, the bar door opened once again.

……

"Damn it!"

A woman dressed in a white kimono with blue floral patterns roared to the sky from the side of the street, letting out a sorrowful and angry howl.

The man possessed naturally curly hair and striking red eyes. In a typical shonen manga, this would probably be the protagonist's setup. However, his deadpan eyes and颓废轻乱表示 (颓废轻乱的表示, meaning decadent and frivolous expression) ruined his entire aura, instantly transforming him from a shonen manga protagonist into a useless good-for-nothing who seemed to spend all day sitting in a pachinko parlor.

The bustling passersby ignored the shouting man and continued walking on their own.

The white-haired man was indignant at the sight.

"It's hopeless, hopeless! This world is completely beyond saving! When someone is in dire straits, not a single person is curious, not a single person is willing to lend a helping hand!"

The white-haired man muttered to himself, "I can't take it anymore. Ah Yin desperately needs to replenish her sugar!"

He stared at the strawberry milk in the vending machine next to him, his eyes bloodshot, his whole demeanor as beautiful as a zombie.

However, after struggling to pull a coin out of his pocket, he immediately collapsed to his knees in despair, bending forward in defeat.

"5...50 yen!"

The man shed tears: "Damn it, even the cheapest drink costs 130 yen! 50 yen is far from enough!"

A few seconds later, he forcefully wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"No, we can't give up yet."

His eyes were fixed on the gap beneath the vending machine.

"Coins often fall there from passersby. Just hook them all up..."

As he spoke, the man drew a wooden sword from his waist. The three Chinese characters 'Lake Toya' were engraved on the blade.

Just as he was about to insert the wooden knife into the gap under the vending machine, a large door opened horizontally in front of him.

"What's going on?" the man asked, already thrusting out his wooden knife. The door was flung open on the spot.

"Huh? Huh?" The man's eyes widened. "Ah Yin, I have a bad feeling!"

But it was all too late. Lying on the ground, the open door sucked him in.

"Snap!" The door slammed shut after the man was sucked away.

"Huh?" Several oddly-looking passersby witnessed what had just happened.

"What just happened?" one of them asked.

"It's probably just another one of those weird inventions by some guy!"

His companions didn't take it seriously.

"Anyway, we Celestials have special privileges in this country. It's okay for us to be a little willful!"

"That makes sense, let's go then!"

The oddly shaped guys left, laughing and joking.

The guy who was sucked into the gate was immediately teleported to another distant dimension.

……

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle..."

Murphy looked down at the white-haired, curly-haired man who kept rolling over from the doorway.

This is truly the first time I've seen guests like this.

"Who is plotting against me, Ah Yin!"

The white-haired, curly-haired man suddenly got up from the ground and held the wooden sword Toyako horizontally in front of him.

The sudden crisis temporarily suppressed his craving for sweets.

"Humans?"

Sesshomaru didn't expect to see other guests so soon.

He sensed a hidden, demonic aura emanating from this seemingly unreliable man. It was the kind of presence only a demon who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood could possess.

Such imposing presence is rare even among yokai. This human seems to be a formidable samurai!

"what?"

The man who called himself Ah Yin was stunned when he saw Murphy's face, and his imposing aura completely dissipated.

"Ah Yin, am I dreaming?"

He rubbed his eyes and looked at it again.

"impossible?"

The man turned his head again. This time, he saw Jamila and Sesshomaru and his servant.

The man's cheek twitched.

"Could this be... a collaboration event? But they've even brought in characters from Tsuburaya Productions. Does this mean my story is going to end before it even begins?"

As the man spoke, he covered his face and knelt down on the ground.

Just as Jamila was about to help him up, the man slammed his fist on the ground.

"hateful!"

"With so much money for collaborations, at least buy me some sweets before it ends!"

Sesshomaru frowned deeply. He wondered if he had misperceived. This man didn't look like a demon at all now; he was clearly a madman spouting nonsense!

"You seem to know me?" Murphy nudged the white-haired, curly-haired man.