I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Uh... ah ah ah ah..."

After the gunshot, Hiroshi Toda, unable to move or make a sound, could only scream crazily in his heart and was thrown out in a very small arc by the man below him...

It just happened to land on the edge of the "territory" of the huge meatball, at the junction of green grass and barrenness.

Then, he could only watch helplessly as the surging flesh wrapped around his toes like a quilt and slowly spread towards his whole body...

As soon as he recalled the feeling of being surrounded by those tentacles and flesh and blood, filling every acupuncture point, Hiroshi Toda's body protection mechanism directly made him roll his eyes and fainted.

"Hiss...Tekley...Lee..."

At the same time, alarmed by the gunshots, around the giant tower of flesh and blood, countless hunting creatures whose heads were covered by the "meat" all focused on the direction of the gunshots...

"My lord nun, next, it's up to you."

At the location where the gunshots sounded, Ryoma didn't dare to look at those strange beings at all before, and turned his back directly.

The terrible memory of being corroded by those tiny whispers and pervasive consciousness is still vivid in his memory, and he doesn't intend to repeat the same mistakes.

"give it to me!"

Niya, who was in a mess, appeared in Ryoma's original position before the second.

Seeing dozens of deformed figures approaching him at high speed, Niya's skirt fluttered, and he took out a simple keychain from his "absolute domain"...

On the keychain, there is a coin-sized wooden shield like a pot lid, which seems to be a peripheral product of a certain game.

"Give you your true name...Shield of Achilles!"

While the holy light was shining, the shield on the key chain instantly turned into a small round shield with rhombus patterns and exquisite reliefs.

"Feel it, the world in the eyes of the gods..."

As Niya raised her hands above her head, the shield unexpectedly shattered into pieces of light.

A magnificent barrier bloomed from the fragments of the shield, covering a range of 20 meters around the two of them.

From the colorful light of the barrier, one can hear the waves of the sea, smell the fragrance of the soil, and feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy of various creatures, as if a whole independent and peaceful world is contained in it.

At the same time, several birds with their heads wrapped in pieces of meat had already taken the lead in impacting on the barrier.

Under the impact, light of various colors surged across the barrier, and the meat pieces on the heads of those birds shattered all over the place.

Several "men" who came to the front of the barrier immediately afterward met the same fate before they could take any action in the future, and fell to the ground directly because the "octopus headgear" was shattered.

It's like, that gorgeous barrier, which seems to contain a whole small world, reacts back after being impacted and corroded by thoughts.

"'World of the Gods' can last about thirty seconds, and the power of the counterattack is enough to make these guys immobilized for a while..."

Standing within this powerful barrier, Niya didn't feel any sense of security.

With a serious face, she asked Erqian Ryoma, who was crouching down with her head in her arms, "Officer Erqian, there is no strategy at all for using 'attract attention from the front and let that guy insert from the rear'. Do you really understand the risks you are taking?"

Because, the shattered piece of flesh is wriggling at a desperate high speed, trying to reunite and restore its original shape.

This scene was the same as the countless times she had encountered before.

"you mean……"

"If that guy can't deal with that huge cock on the tower, or get away, maybe I can manage to escape by myself after the 'world of the gods' fails, but you..."

"However, I, who is strong and handsome, can only be turned into the plaything and blood food of these guys in this endless tentacle hell. That's what you want to say, right?"

To her surprise, there was no worry in Ryoma's tone before Er.

"Hey, I can't promise anything else..."

On the contrary, there was a hint of teasing on the corner of his mouth, as if he was waiting for a good show.

"If you want to talk about fights, this guy has never run away from battle since he was a child..."

"...Moreover, I haven't lost yet."

"Hey, are you close friends? It's really an enviable bond between men."

Facing this unexpected answer, Niya looked back seriously at the man who was squatting in the grass, as if he was doing something indescribable: "Let's get to know you formally, Niya Saint Katharina."

"A trainee detective from the Ninth Section of the Metropolitan Police Department, Ryoma before the second. By the way, the Holy See of the Vatican, Zongsuke and I happened to know a thick black uncle priest. Unfortunately, I heard that he was injured, and I don't know where to train..."

"Oh, stout black priest?"

Hearing the other party's words, Niya's pupils shrank suddenly like a cat at night, and she stretched out her small tongue to lick her dry lips.

"Looks like we'll have to talk if we're going to get out of this trip unscathed."

While the two were talking, a furtive figure quietly appeared in the completely opposite direction to them, approaching the giant tower of flesh and blood.

...

"Is this... this giant octopus tower, which special film crew filmed it on the spot?"

Looking at the barren ground not far away, the huge support tower like the ghost base in the strategy game "Star Wars Dad", and the "super-sized mutated octopus" writhing on the tower, the Araki sect standing on the edge of the grass Jie couldn't help being dumbfounded.

"Wait, I forgot to take off the blindfold..."

Under a strong sense of disobedience, he took off the blindfold.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

What appeared in front of my eyes were constantly wriggling tentacles, viscera with countless biological organs hanging on them, countless green eyeballs, and flesh and blood spreading around...

"Gudong."

He swallowed hard.

"This, this tentacle-type thing, why does it look so much like 'A Good Companion of Horse Monkey Shochu'..."

After telling a bad joke, the disgusting feeling did not go away from Araki Sousuke, but instead awakened his previous feeling of being covered in blood and flesh by those "miniature" ghosts, and accidentally got slippery mucus in his mouth. Scary memories of tentacles.

"...Although in theory the same frequency can be achieved by just touching it, who knows if this bunch of tentacles will do something indescribable to me during this period?!"

At the thought of having "intimate contact" with this disgusting, back-numbing ghost not far away, Araki Sousuke felt goosebumps all over his body began to fall to the ground, and a look of disgust appeared on his face.

"How about retreating first and handing over this disgusting thing to others?"

No, no, Sosuke Araki, think about your poor written test and interview performance!

Can't give up, if you don't win a victory in the practice test...

Even if you fall into a pile of fat intestines because of this, as long as you are going to clean the toilet that was filled by dozens of people but not flushed, be patient...

Or, imagine, compared with what the horse monkey shochu in those ** experienced, the difficulties in front of them are nothing...

Constantly doing useless "psychological construction" for himself, Araki Sousuke was finally defeated.

No, this is no longer a matter of patience, and I am afraid it will leave a psychological trauma that cannot be healed for life.

After retching, Araki Sousuke stood with his hands behind his back, and laughed bitterly: "Hahaha... It seems that if you want to show off your skills, you have to resort to 'that trick'..."