I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

In the last scene before his consciousness disappeared, the sly mask he was staring at came into Higashino's mind.

Immediately, he looked down at his body in a daze.

Wait, I seem to have overlooked the biggest problem...

Under the light, his strong muscles are fuller and more powerful than before.

Why can I sit here intact when I am supposed to have broken bones and shattered internal organs into a mass of mud?

"Xingping BOY...There are some things, let my priest, to guide you..."

Siena, sitting across from the table, was holding a Burger King seven-story imperial castle about the size of his head, gnawing frantically with sharp white teeth...

This was the eighteenth he had eaten in half an hour.

"you……"

Kohei Higashino only noticed that as the heat of food enters the body, Siena's body, wrapped in a layer of invisible golden light, is like a doll reinjected with air, gradually returning to its former vigor and fullness.

"Since I can see it... it saves me a lot of saliva..."

Seeing Higashino's trembling golden light pointing to him, Siena frowned slightly and sighed for some reason.

...

"Crunch..."

Pushing open the wooden door full of bullet holes, Amato Kazuo frowned and stepped into his secret villa.

"Oh, it looks like it was a lot of noise."

Behind him, Matsumoto Ginji, who has a double knife at his waist and a straw in his mouth, raised his nose slightly and frowned.

Inside the house, the strong smell of blood and the pungent gunpowder made him uncomfortable.

"Damn... Fury Fist..."

Regardless of looking at the corpses in the house and the devastated house, Amto Kazuo ran straight towards the basement.

After the sacrifice, Kitayama Torataro's call was no longer answered.

With a bad feeling, he hurried back immediately.

Along the way, I saw only the corpses of my own hands but no enemies. The obviously angry people still had free time to "clean up" the battlefield.

In the basement, he was greeted by Kitayama Torataro, who was lying on the sunken and cracked floor with a cold and shriveled body.

Siena, who was supposed to be locked here, was also missing.

"The priest...was they rescued?"

As one of the "God's Forbidden Land", Japan is not afraid that the Holy See will send people to retaliate.

The only thing to beware of is the defeated priest.

"What about that thing..."

Suddenly remembering something, Kazuo Amato looked around in panic and saw something on the floor.

"...Great, they didn't have time to take this thing away..."

He was beaming, bent down and picked up the stone mask from the ground.

Although I don't know why this thing merged into one, as long as I can deal with the chairperson.

"……rustle……"

Following his movements, the stone mask was like an antique that had been sealed for many years suddenly encountering the air, turning into a white sand in his palm.

Kazuo Amato's expression instantly solidified, and then the muscles raged, turning from ecstasy to anger.

"Zhang Fenfang, Anura Fist... I and you will never die!!!"

Although I don't know exactly what happened, but this thing was smashed in my own hands, and the anger of the president may be coming.

"Hey, you are all gone, does the'wish' I gave you end here?"

Ginji Matsumoto, who leaned against the basement door with his arms folded, asked with a smile.

...

Inside the safe house in Yokohama Chinatown.

"So... In this world, there are actually all kinds of extraordinary things like gods and ghosts?"

"...The giant over two meters high is not a Hulk or other Frankenstein at all, but a human who can use the power of ghosts?"

Kohei Higashino, who sat in front of Siena as if he were in class, was confused in his eyes.

After bringing back food and information, Li Mingcong had gone downstairs wittily, leaving the two alone.

After that, Siena began to refresh his worldview commentary.

"That kind of person is called a half-monster in Japan..."

Siena, who is not very proficient in Japanese folklore, cannot accurately distinguish the type of Tiger Taro Yamakita.

"Looking at the type, it should be the power of the blood of a tall and powerful ghost in your Japanese legend."

After all, among the "Hundred Ghosts" in Japan alone, there are not a few who are tall and powerful.

"So I didn't die because of some existence attached to the mask. I wanted to use my body to resurrect, but the operation made a mistake?"

"Asamite..."

Siena reached for the last burger on the table and opened it.

These days, most of the fat and muscles in his body were squeezed by the power of the starving gods. If he hadn't been hanged by the Holy Light, he would have died of hunger like countless poor compatriots hundreds of years ago.

Even though the Holy Light technique can help him recover quickly, it is based on the need to consume a lot of calories.

"You can understand that this is a monster that is far older than the European blood race, living in the deserts of the Middle East, and sucking blood for a living... The only difference is that they only suck the blood of extraordinary creatures and use it to obtain each other. The ability to pursue'ultimate evolution'."

Assamite (Assamite) is the most notorious formidable blood from the deserts of the Middle East who can survive the scorching sun of the desert.

Because once you focus on the target, you will never die, and is called the "silent assassin."

The remuneration they receive is usually the blood of the employer.

During the Crusades, they also had a resounding name.

Faith killer.

Unlike ordinary blood, the ultimate goal pursued by Asamat is to constantly approach and surpass the "primordial blood."

Therefore, they are dismissive of the blood of ordinary humans, and have a hobby of consuming the blood of all extraordinary creatures and even the blood of the same race.

"...About a year ago, in a ruin in the Middle East, the stone mask that was broken in half was unearthed. According to the information in the ruins, there was a sleeping Assamite. land……"

"During the period, a worker tried to steal the mask, but was found to be wearing a mask and died dry, without a drop of blood left in his body..."

Siena took a bite of the burger and continued talking.

"...After the Holy See took the mask, it has been divided into two parts with artificial sacred cloth to seal it, and it is ready to be shipped back to the Vatican for sealing."

After the "Assamite's Mask" was taken into custody, Siena finally sent the thing out of the Middle East during the day and night of the fanatics, and the bullets and bullets, and transferred it to Japan back to the Vatican.

Unexpectedly, the caring person still smelled the smell.

"If there is no large amount of fresh blood provided by the giant, I am afraid your body will wither because of insufficient blood and unable to support the mask..."

Last night, Siena, who was weak, was prepared to be treated as a blood food by Asamet.

But I didn't expect that the holy light of the unknown great existence would stop the other party.

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