I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"How about it, can you stand up?"

Amidst his dim consciousness, a silly voice appeared in Niya's ear.

She opened her eyes hard, and saw a blond man wearing a wrinkled Brazilian suit spreading his legs, and in a "Slavic squat" posture, stretching out a big sinful hand to herself.

"I……"

Niya subconsciously shook the opponent's hand and slowly stood up with strength.

With the contact between the two, the terrifying consciousness that screamed wildly and stirred her brain into a paste instantly disappeared without a trace.

"Araki Sosuke, you..."

After adjusting his breathing, Niya looked at the man in front of him curiously with blue eyes.

"How...how did you purify the mental pollution of these guys?!"

The spiritual erosion of this ghost is very similar to a kind of "nightmare beast" she has encountered, and it can make people fall into fear and frenzy.

The only difference is that nightmare beasts will only enter when people fall asleep...

"Mental pollution? If I have to explain it, my body's magnetic field is quite special. It can make people feel happy by touching and impacting various acupoints of the body at high speed, ablating the hidden energy field..."

Araki Sosuke uttered a string of words of inexplicable meaning like an endorsement.

"Wait, now is not the time to say this, be careful those guys will..."

As the body regained control, Niya remembered something, and looked at the three men who were unconscious on the ground vigilantly.

"Yep?"

However, except for the ugly body, which was white, fat, hairy, short and thick, all the extremely tenacious and inexhaustible pieces of meat disappeared without a trace, and there was no scum left behind.

"No... no more?"

This guy, could it be true that this unheard of ghost was "returned to the Lord"?

She glanced at the carefree Araki Sosuke weirdly, but the doubts in her heart grew thicker.

This person must, take a good look.

"... By the way, that tower!!!"

Thinking of the huge supply tower wrapped in flesh and blood that had appeared in her mind before, Niya began to sweat coldly all over her body.

"If you want to completely get rid of these ghosts, you must solve the tower that is the mother body."

This unheard of ghosts with no fixed shape and meaty pieces not only splits quickly and has strong adaptability, but also has a clear division of labor like an ant colony. It has directed evolution to individuals with strong predation capabilities and huge maternal bodies that are good at digestion and reproduction.

If it is allowed to continue to grow, I am afraid that an entire city will become its nourishment.

The most frightening thing is that they can directly erode the consciousness of creatures, manipulate the flesh through parasites, and continue to prey control.

If it were not for the man in front of him, his own destiny could only be reduced to their puppet, allowing him to entangle and squirm on his body, and turn it into a nutrient after being used up...

After many years of hunting monsters in Europe, Niya has never heard of something more difficult than wraiths, vampires, werewolves and zombies.

"These disgusting things, do you still have a mother?"

Hearing Niya's words, it seemed that he was provoked by unpleasant memories. Araki Sosuke's face turned pale, and he felt that his stomach became unwell again.

...

In the pitch-black grass, a naked man with his head entangled in flesh, carrying a person on his shoulders, moved quickly in a certain direction.

"I...who am I...where am I...who is...the poisonous dragon drills me..."

As the distance narrowed, it was vaguely visible that he was a middle-aged man wearing a suit with a bald scalp reflecting the faint moonlight.

"I, I'm... Hiroshi Tokuta, the eliminator... Codenamed Buddhism office worker..."

Trying to endure the maddening whispers, the constantly eroding consciousness, and the pervasive tentacles entangled all over the body, the man gradually pieced together his self-consciousness in pain and pleasure.

"Yes, I am the vice-chairman of the Soul Eliminator Association... a man who is determined to solve the mystery of Buddhahood and promote the standardization of the profession of Soul Eliminator..."

This captive, entangled by the head tentacles of the "man," was transported in a certain direction. It was the vice president of the Spirit Eliminators Association, Hiroshi Tsukita, who had separated from Niya.

After leaving Niya, he was chased by the horrible ghosts. He was originally "middle-aged with backaches and backaches", and he didn’t have enough tools to remove spirits. He soon succumbed to the ghosts that could erode. In the mind's sight.

Just as he pieced together his consciousness, trying hard to seize control of the body, a huge supply tower made of dark red flesh and blood, and various tentacles, rifts and organs entrenched on it, suddenly appeared in his sight...

At this moment, with the huge six-meter-high feeding tower as the center, the ground with a radius of 100 meters has become "no grass" and covered with a layer of slimy translucent fascia.

The huge chunk of meat enveloping the entire support tower stretches slightly like breathing, and slowly stretches its thick and dense tentacles to the surrounding area, expanding its "turf".

The hideous mouthparts on the tentacles will swallow plants, animals, and insects one by one, and then use the organs on the body to digest and excrete one by one, forming a biological circulatory system of "internal viscera eversion"...

"This, this is definitely not an ordinary resentful spirit, what on earth is this..."

Before Hiroshi Tokuta recovered from the shock in front of him, he saw a man with his head wrapped in meat not far away, holding a huge motionless animal, and ran from the other side to him...

"In the ruins of the execution ground, there are wild boars?!"

Hiroshi Tsutsuta narrowed his pupils to the limit before he could see clearly. The one raised to the same height as himself was a brown wild boar covered in mud and bristles.

Perhaps the picture in front of him is too weird, or the constantly intruding consciousness in his mind has distorted Tsukita's thinking. For some reason, there is an empty-eared commentary that only appears on sports channels.

"Dear viewers in front of the TV, welcome to watch the Suzumori Execution Ground diving competition broadcast live on Nhk TV... The first player to appear is the wild boar-san contestant."

I saw that naked "man" forcefully lifted the wild boar in his hands...

"The wild boar Sang jumped with the help of others' hips in an inverted posture, with a desperate momentum!"

As the "man" struggled to throw it, the wild boar suddenly fell into the "pool" composed of tentacles and minced meat on the ground like a high platform diving, crossing a rounded arc...

"The wild boar player perfectly demonstrated the extremely difficult combination of'flip backwards for two weeks and then turn for two and a half weeks' in the air..."

"...Back in the water! Beautiful splashes!! As we all know, back in water is a powerful technique that can lift large enough splashes..."

As the wild boar's figure was overwhelmed by the flesh and tentacles covered with green eyeballs, a huge wave of blood instantly sputtered under the cheerful chewing of those mouthparts, showering Tsugada's face.

"The referees on the scene gave out 10 points and hiccups with satisfaction..."

Then, feeling the indescribable movement of the "man" under him physically groping and pushing up his buttocks, Hiroshi Tsuguta's ears appeared empty ears that made his face pale...

"Next, let's invite the next player to enter the stadium, Tsukita from the Tokyo Metropolitan Government team..."

"boom!"

Just as "Junta" was about to put on the footsteps of "Wild Boar San", a howling bullet passed through the wrist of the man under him from a short distance, suddenly deforming the original thrown action...

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