I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Bliss Club, National Essence Club, Yuki Saya...

Everything, like broken pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, was pieced together in Araki Sousuke's mind.

Without looking closely, he directly confirmed the identity of the person in front of him.

"Kazuo Tento...it turns out that you are behind all this!!!"

He reached out and lifted Kazuo Tento up directly.

"Who are you... If you want money, we can talk..."

Being mentioned without any resistance by the strange man in stockings in front of him, Kazuo Amado instinctively felt a wave of fear in his heart.

Like, the mouse met the cat.

"Hey, have you forgotten so soon..."

At this moment, "I met love at the corner", thinking of the kidnapping of Hanyu Mai, the passing of Reiko, and the unknown life and death of Xingping, all because of this person in front of him, Araki Sousuke naturally became angry.

"I promised to Mount Fuji that no matter who you are, I will kill you!!!"

Angry from the heart, the unknown black runes tattooed on Araki Sousuke's arms flowed from top to bottom through the dark red flames like lava.

The tyrannical and scorching fist wind roared, as if trying to suck away the surrounding air, it slammed into Kazuo Amado's abdomen fiercely and continuously.

"vomit……"

Kazuo Amado spat out a mouthful of blood when he was punched by the strange man in stockings in front of him, and his eyes turned white.

It seemed that a flame rushed into his body following the opponent's fist, flowing in his heart...

"Crack."

With the sound of something shattering, he could no longer sense the divine power he was so proud of.

"Sorry, although Kazuo really owes Bian..."

Before Araki Sousuke could throw his third punch, a figure had already stopped him.

"But if you punch him again, he might really die..."

Naturally, Matsumoto Ginji, who was behind Kazuo Tento, made the shot.

Facing this unarmed man with a hood and stockings, Ginji Matsumoto had no room to draw his sword as he passed by. He could only dexterously pull the short knife out of its sheath, and the handle of the knife hit the opponent's wrist like lightning.

In his opinion, this blow was enough to deflect the opponent's punch towards Kazuo Tento.

"Go away!!!"

Unfortunately, the one he met was Sousuke Araki.

The dark red flame on his arm flashed again, and the violent fist wind directly knocked the hilt of the knife back into the sheath...

The sandbag-sized fist stubbornly hit Kazuo Tento on the chin, causing the opponent to fall off the second-floor platform screaming.

Falling to the ground, Kazuo Amado ignored the physical pain at all, and instead crawled awkwardly and dazedly on the ground.

"No...impossible...my divine power..."

For a moment, he couldn't believe that the "extraordinary power" that he had painstakingly accumulated for many years was crushed by a few punches.

"Uh..."

The pain that was burning like a flame and like being pricked by needles was constantly impacting on his heart.

And the dark red flames that flowed in his heart burned more and more vigorously like sparks meeting oil, bringing him mental pain like tarsal maggots.

"Hiss...don't...don't come here..."

Bloodthirsty and hungry faces kept appearing in front of his eyes, as if looking for his life.

These are all the people who died of his hunger god power and turned into hungry ghosts over the years.

...

"This voice...is Araki Boy..."

On the inside of the platform, Siena, who was covered in blood and crumbling in the deadly "whirlwind", heard this somewhat familiar voice, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Hey... it seems that someone is here to make trouble, then... don't play..."

In the whirlwind, the hoarse voice of "Number Four" suddenly stopped erratic.

A man wrapped in a black robe, wearing a mask and holding a sickle suddenly appeared in front of Siena.

"I……"

The most striking thing was that this man was putting his hands on the side of his face, slowly taking off the pure white mask on his face.

"……is it beautiful?"

Behind the mask is a middle-aged thin man with a pale complexion and no distinctive facial features, who has nothing to do with "beautiful".

Hearing the other party's abrupt question, Siena, who remained unchanged even after being tortured by Kazuo Amado's words and deeds, showed a look of panic that hadn't been seen in many years, as if struck by lightning.

On the surface of his skin, the originally indomitable body-protecting holy light could not be maintained, and turned into golden star spots scattered all over the place.

Because, an irresistible sense of fear instantly dominated his mind, making it impossible for him to maintain the state of the "holy coffin".

"This is...resentment..."

Ordinary spells cannot cause such an effect if they cannot break through or exhaust the holy light of his body protection.

Only resentment can.

The resentment produced by the fusion of soul obsession and resentment essence contains not only resentment and obsession, but also a small part of "rule fragments" from the soul.

This is also the reason why "Evil Flower" spares no effort to collect grievances all over the world.

Before Siena finished speaking, a figure passed him by with a whirlwind...

There was no pain at all, and a huge slit erupted in his throat.

The gushing mist of blood blocked the words behind him.

Pain is a manifestation of the human body's self-protection.

The frightening thing about the sickle weasel is that it makes the human body lose this most important protection mechanism, and turns into a dead soul under the sharp blade without knowing it.

As blood gushed out, he knelt down on the ground weakly clutching his neck, but his eyes were still staring blankly at the white mask in the opponent's hand.

"Hiss... after only wearing it for a while, did it cause such a big damage..."

Under the mask, a middle-aged man named "No. 4" by Kazuo Amado had a two-centimeter-long bloody gash slowly open at the corners of his mouth.

"However, this is more proof that this is a grievance that is destined to suit me..."

"Number Four" gently wiped the sickle in his hand over the corner of his mouth, and the excruciating pain disappeared immediately.

This grievance can perfectly make up for his lack of divine power, and its obvious side effects can also be temporarily suppressed by his divine power.

No wonder the president took great pains to get this thing for himself.

Glancing at the black-robed priest who was lying on the ground with no breath, "No. 4" put the white mask in his pocket, turned into a whirlwind and rushed towards the stairs.

But this time, the whirlwind was no longer invisible, but an afterimage could be vaguely seen in it.

Behind him, Siena fell to the ground gushing blood, and a cross hanging on his chest suddenly rose into the air.

Looking carefully, the silver cross is actually a key.

Suddenly, the key shattered, turning into silver light and covering Siena's whole body.

Immediately afterwards, the wound on Siena's neck began to heal at a high speed, and a flame was rekindled in her gray and lifeless eyes.