Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

In short, he doesn't seem like a good person.

Some of them resemble villains from ancient games, with green light emanating from their eyes and bodies.

Yes, don't look, I'm talking to you, Illidan.

As if sensing something, the murky yellow air current struggled even more frantically.

If we say that before it was like a worm searching for a way out...

Now, it's like a raging wild boar that, even knowing there's a thick wall in front of it, will smash it open with its head and charge through.

But this was clearly futile.

"Snapped."

His hand clenched tightly, and he could vaguely hear the sound of something being crushed in the air.

Logically speaking, human fingers cannot grasp airflow; even if one tries, it will only flow out between the fingers.

At this moment, Luo Zhen's attention was no longer on this matter.

Holding that clenched fist, his gaze suddenly shot upwards at a certain moment.

The soul seemed to have detached from the body and escaped gravity.

The light, airy soul floated up into the sky in an instant.

What comes into view is an endless expanse of azure blue, and the entire panorama of the continent and even the planet.

The expansive view brings an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

It was as if the world was in their own hands.

Anything you want is within your reach.

Humans and skyscrapers alike vanished into nothingness at this moment.

Although they were insignificant, everything about them seemed to have nowhere to hide in Luo Zhen's eyes.

Commuters rushing to work, students enjoying their youth on campus, and drunkards who have already started drinking even though it's still broad daylight.

From the shadows, it peers longingly into the filth of the human world.

And the guys who gathered in the dilapidated church, wearing yellow robes and kneeling on the ground praying.

The magic circle drawn on the ground with thirsty blood, and the toppled statue of Jesus, proved that these guys weren't exactly uniquely dressed Christians.

What are these guys thinking?

"Why does everyone seem to want to put up a statue of Jesus to prove their resolve?"

Luo Zhen had never quite understood the ideas of these cultists.

Why waste a perfectly good life on something that's obviously abnormal?

Has education been handed over to schools for the past few decades?

However, considering that they were corrupted by the power of the King in Yellow, there was nothing that could be done about it.

Once I've finished what I'm doing, I'll arrest them all.

Offering them a "clean-up gift" was a way of helping them escape their misery. Even now, the upward gaze continued unabated.

Soon, this blue planet became something so small and insignificant in our view.

The surroundings became dark and deep, utterly silent.

This is the environment of the universe.

In this vacuum environment, sound cannot travel.

Even light needs time to travel.

Silence and darkness seemed to become the dominant theme.

But this darkness is not utter nothingness.

At one point, Luo Zhen saw that being.

He was dressed in a long yellow robe, his face hidden in the darkness beneath his hood.

If you try to peek inside, all you'll see is an indescribable, distorted mass.

It's not that he actually looks like that, but rather that mortals cannot see his true face.

Even the instant you become aware of the other person's presence, your head will explode into a blood-red firework.

Upon 'seeing' Luo Zhen, the being that seemed to stand there eternally until the end of time rippled slightly.

As if surprised by Luo Zhen's arrival, or as if astonished that Luo Zhen possessed a familiar aura.

He sensed an unpleasant aura emanating from Luo Zhen, reminiscent of Nyarlathotep.

Wherever that bastard shows up, nothing good ever happens.

Instinctively, He sensed something ominous.

"Although it was expected."

"But seeing it in person still feels quite amazing."

Despite saying that, Luo Zhen's appearance didn't seem much better than his opponent's at the moment.

Perhaps because of the abundance of power within its body, the appearance it displays at this moment is extremely complex.

But none of this matters.

A burst of purple light instantly dispelled the darkness.

For the first time, that aloof figure showed a noticeable fluctuation.

It sounded like a mixture of surprise and anger.

The edges of the long yellow robe, which resembled that of a devout preacher, were suddenly stained with specks of purple flame.

The fireworks were not the flames that people are familiar with.

Rather, it is a power manifested in the form of flames.

Luo Zhen's figure had already disappeared.

In short, Luo Zhen slapped the troublemaker on the other end of the internet cable to make him behave.

They also brought out Naya to save face.

Tell the other person not to cause trouble.

If they come, it might just be a mixed doubles match.

The next moment, Luo Zhen's gaze 'returned' to his own body.

When you open your palm, shavings, like pieces of burnt cloth, slide off.

It disappeared completely before it fell to the ground.

There was no trace left.

Withdrawing his hand, Luo Zhen began preparing to capture the group of people gathered in the abandoned shrine, while also secretly plotting.

Logically speaking, normal people shouldn't come.

Even someone with a short temper should think about whether it would be incredibly humiliating to be pinned to the ground and beaten by two people in front of a group of people.

But the opponent is, after all, a type that counters it.

Who knows, someone might just do it on a whim.

So it's not time to relax yet.

On the other side, the group of yellow-robed men kneeling on the ground in the abandoned shrine suddenly became excited.

"I feel it! The great King in Yellow!"

The leader's face was full of fanaticism.

Chapter 1211 We're looking for someone!

Hanagami Masato, an ordinary office worker.

That was true at least a month ago.

Every day I go to get off work and come home, living a life as stagnant and uneventful as still water.

He barely managed to support his family of three on his meager salary.

Aside from barely satisfying the most basic needs for food and clothing, there's no way to hope for anything else.

If you were to ask him what the most regrettable decision of his life is...

That probably means marrying someone you don't particularly like, and who doesn't particularly like you, under the "natural" gaze of those around you.

The two of them got together simply because two bored people happened to be together.

Then, as time went on, neither of them felt comfortable bringing up breaking up, and because they were "too embarrassed," they ended up getting married.

Then she gave birth to a child.

When he started dating, he vaguely felt that he was not as free as before, as if some inexplicable shackles were binding him.

This feeling becomes even more pronounced after getting married and having children.

The responsibility he felt for his family bound him tightly.

Let him completely say goodbye to his past life of freedom.

Every day, from the moment I open my eyes to the moment I close them, I'm working. I'm giving it my all for that meager salary.

This is used to cover household expenses.

Single people are free; they can live the life they want, and it doesn't matter if they have less money.

At worst, we'll just live in worse conditions and wear worse clothes.

Men's needs in this area have never been very high.

They live in a small house; if they have money, they stay home and rest; if they don't have money, they do odd jobs.

A life where you can read comics and play games without starving is what most people dream of.

However, after marriage, the dream of a long-lasting marriage became completely impossible to realize.

Getting married requires a decent house, and household expenses such as food, groceries, electricity, and fuel all require money.

You can't dress too sloppily, whether you're going out to meet people or meeting the woman's side of the family.

After having a child, you have to consider the cost of baby formula and future school fees.

To be honest, this suffocating pressure made him want to die.

Masato Hanakami has always scoffed at the feminist rhetoric that has recently begun to resurface on Japanese social media.

What the hell? Do you really think all men are so eager to get married?

The only downside for men who don't get married is that they'll be nagged by their families.

and then?

You earn your own money and spend it as you please. You can spend your money on things that interest you without any problem, and no one will care if you smoke, drink, or go out with friends.

You won't be scolded for no reason after you get home from get off work.

He really wanted to give those idiots a good scolding.

But in reality, he couldn't do it.

If my identity is exposed, I'll lose my job and have to pay compensation.

He doesn't have that much money.

I thought this kind of life would continue for a while.

But just a month ago, all of that changed.

On an ordinary day, he was once again scolded by his wife for using his own salary to buy a not-so-exquisite figurine.

He stared blankly at the figurine of a man in a yellow robe, unable to sleep that night.

I wish I could turn myself into a figurine.