I'm in Type-Moon, I have a Holy Evil Simulator

No.

It was Torachiyo who spoke.

"I don't want to be some Buddhist martial god anymore, and you don't want to be some white-robed Shura anymore. How about we just run away tonight?"

"I've figured it out. I just want to stay with you, just like we did back in Linquan Temple. I don't want to care about what's going on in the outside world, and I don't want to have anything to do with humans anymore."

"You are you, and I am me. How about we just find a place where no one knows and continue living together?"

Axue gently grabbed Hu Chiyo's hand that was stroking his cheek. At this moment, his senior brother's whole body was shaking.

"Brother, the easiest thing for humans to do is lie."

"I didn't lie, Axue, Senior Brother never lies!"

"I am a human, what about you, brother? Do you think you are a human or a god?"

Ashue continued.

“Humans are loyal to their desires, but they are never ashamed of it. For the results and goals we want, we will give up countless things like this.”

"Humans are different from gods. They possess desires that are far more complex and sinister than those of gods. However, compared to gods who possess no desires, humans also have things they would rather die for, or lose everything for, such as love, loyalty, and dreams."

Then Axue handed the Buddha statue to Torachiyo and sat back in the corner of the prison.

"Since you are a god of justice, Senior Brother, then represent your justice and kill this evil being of mine tomorrow."

"Sins are punished, evil deeds are punished, justice still exists in this world. Is there anything more satisfying than this?"

Nagao Kagetora instantly bit his lower lip, allowing the blood to splatter onto the Buddha statue!

Feeling the rusty blood in his mouth, the white-haired war god remembered the taste.

Ahhh.

She remembered the taste.

This is the taste of sin.

The taste of sin that goes against justice.

Master Tianshi once said:

The King of Hell punishes the deceased accordingly for their sins, but every day the deceased forces him to drink copper water three times a day.

The boiling copper water burned Yama's throat and scorched his internal organs. The pain was greater than any punishment any dead person had ever endured, but Yama had to endure this punishment willingly.

Because punishing and torturing the dead is the crime of the King of Hell.

Justice is not something that makes people feel good.

It was rancid and murky.

There will be no light on this road, only a dark and silted swamp that continues to spread.

But even so, justice still exists!

How could Nagao Kagetora escape just for his own selfish desires?

She is no longer Torachiyo of Linquan Temple.

Behind her is Kasugayama Castle where her relatives live, the country of Echigo that regards her as a savior, and the only justice that exists in this Warring States period!

Then naturally, the one who goes against the justice she represents is the White-robed Shura who deserves to be executed!

"......Yeah?"

Nagao Kagetora stood up and walked towards the prison gate.

"Then, Xue, tonight will be the last time we meet."

The white-haired war god turned and left, leaving only the last words.

"How wonderful it would be if you and I didn't know each other from the beginning..."

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PS: Xiaochun was polishing it over and over again yesterday, so he didn’t update after posting 4,000 words!

So as a reward! This chapter is 7000 words!!

Then there will probably be another chapter tonight! This is the end of the first simulation!!

Axue and Hu Chiyo, both of them were from the same school but took completely different paths and became local lunatics.

But who is more crazy? We will find out in the next chapter!!

Finally, thank you all for your continued reading and comments, love you mua!!

Chapter 1: First Simulation, End (2000W)

The sixteenth year of Tianwen.

The winter sun shines on the thousand-year-old Heian-kyo, but the snow falls like falling cherry blossoms, slowly spreading into the arena, and melting away in an instant.

Fish and dragon flags were flying on both sides of the streets, but there were no vendors on the streets of Kyoto.

The square that was once bustling with activity was now silent, with almost no sound, but it was packed with hundreds and thousands of Kyoto citizens, all of whom were silent and had heavy expressions on their faces.

On both sides of the hall, there were large numbers of kneeling warriors, with their hair tied up and wearing armor, but the samurai swords on their waists were extremely humble.

Today is the Imperial Competition.

In the center of the square was now a huge butcher's chopping board used for cutting meat, with a gleaming axe, sharp enough to cut hair, stuck diagonally on the board.

This is not used for cutting meat, but for performing a real beheading scene.

If the Buddhist God of War lost to the Shura Monk today.

Then the evil monk will eventually be brought to justice by the guillotine.

The current Zen master of Enryakuji Temple, Monk Zhiwu, was sitting on a high platform nearby. The real master of the Muromachi shogunate, Hosokawa Harumoto, was sitting side by side with the monk, grinding the nails on his hands with a rubbing knife.

"Once the evil monk dies, the world will be at peace."

Hosokawa Harumoto then spoke.

"Lord Jinghu will liberate the White-robed Shura, thus complying with the will of the people. He will become the only wise ruler in this chaotic era of the Warring States."

Monk Zhiwu clasped his hands together and replied with a lowered brow.

"...Then I hope that White-robed Shura can kill that brat Kagetora."

Hosokawa Harumoto said dissatisfiedly.

"Your Highness, who is the ruler of this world is none of your business."

Monk Zhiwu has a kind face.

"The river flows endlessly, and the flowing water cannot be stopped. Since ancient times, the emperors in front of the stage have been one after another, but the nobles behind the scenes are still the same nobles."

"Master Zhiwu's realm is still higher."

Monk Zhiwu turned his Buddhist beads and the smile on his face became even wider.

It seems that the love for this world that is unfathomable can express all of this.

It’s as if Sakyamuni Buddha has come to the world.

"I'm really curious about what kind of compassionate Buddha face can be made from the skull of the White-robed Shura..."

Although these two people have different positions, one is the pinnacle of Buddhism and the other is the pinnacle of the public.

But they all sit on thrones made of corpses and seas of blood, and have nothing to do with the sufferings of the lower classes of the human world.

They are just waiting for the show to begin.

Soon, the Shura in white was taken to the competition arena.

But the kneeling warriors all looked at the prisoner in shock and surprise.

This was because the body of this unrivaled swordsman was covered in bloodstains and whip wounds, and he was almost dying.

"Bastard thing!"

When Kamiizumi Nobunaga saw this scene, his head suddenly buzzed and he growled with gritted teeth.

"The White-robed Shura, at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, the Sword Saint who has entered the realm of the Voidless, is being tortured and whipped by these jailers in prison! Is Nagao Kagetora really that afraid of losing?!"

Obviously, this is because the strength displayed by Bai Yi Shura in the competition yesterday was too powerful.

No one wanted to see Nagao Kagetora lose to White-robed Shura, so one could only imagine the bizarre abuse White-robed Shura must have endured before taking the stage in today's decisive battle...

But even though he was covered in wounds, even though only his right arm remained, even though he was barely breathing—

But the White-robed Shura still held up his spine. The monk raised his head neither humbly nor arrogantly, and an extremely calm smile appeared on his ugly face covered with burns.

"Buddhist Martial God, I have arrived as promised!"

In front of this Shura in white, there was a beautiful war god with silver hair hanging down to his waist and wearing Western armor. He slowly stepped up the stairs, holding a military flag that soared into the sky.

The flag was pure white, with the holy word "Bi" written on it!

It is the Bi-character military flag!

"Demon Shura Monk, I'm here to kill you!"

The chaotic sky was pressed down by low clouds, and cherry blossoms fluttered up and down in the whistling wind.

The Buddhist martial god faced the white-robed Shura, and remained silent for a long time.

"The scenery today is so beautiful, Ah Xue, like a field lit by ghost lights..."

Although Nagao Kagetora is now clearly blind, she looks around and uses her ears to picture the current scene.

Indeed, as she said, ever since the Buddhist Martial God appeared on the scene, everyone present started to shout in unison, cheering for the arrival of this Martial God!

This is the world during the chaotic Warring States period.

This is the field of ghost lights!

Nagao Kagetora is a human, a warrior, and also a god.

The God only needs to enjoy the cheers of his believers, only needs to bring them the glory of invincibility, and only needs to use the God's Blade to kill all enemies that stand in his way!

"Axue, if you want to treat me as an enemy and provoke a fight, you should have made up your mind!"

Nagao Kagetora holds high the military flag!

"To kill an enemy is to kill a friend, to kill for revenge is also to kill for love, to offset all the good and evil in this world, this is my way of martial arts!"

But for some reason, there was another voice in the heart of this white-haired war god that wanted to roar.

The sound was stuck in his throat, and Nagao Kagetora used all his strength to swallow it into his stomach.

No, that hesitation is in vain.

Because at this point, it no longer makes any sense.

——In order to sharpen the blade, she must commit the sin of lying!

That's a lie.

That is severance.

That is, farewell.

Following the declaration of the Buddhist Martial God, the sunlight seemed to be extinguished, the air was cold and silent, dark clouds gathered in the leaden sky, and thunder rumbled faintly!

"Lord Jinghu, draw your sword!"

"Lord Jinghu, draw your sword!!"

"Lord Jinghu, draw your sword!!!"