Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

If, in this world, there truly exists a twisted god who uses the weather as leverage, turning innocent young women into living sacrifices…

Then it should be eliminated.

The actions of "Mask" must be correct.

The citizens believe in this hero, even if he doesn't call himself a hero, they still believe.

In the shopping street, the middle-aged owner of the "Mask" figurine shop slammed his table and stood up, his face serious.

"Just because it's raining, they want to make a young woman a living sacrifice? What a joke!!!"

"Even if it rains forever, we must never compromise with such a being!"

"Anything that threatens humanity, what kind of god is that!? It's just an evil spirit!"

"'Mask' will be victorious!"

… …

Meanwhile, in the divine realm above the clouds.

"Hmm?"

The Weather God, who was currently resisting Nightstar's attack, suddenly paused for a moment, and then nearly half of His body was directly sliced off by the long sword in the black Susanoo's hand.

However, this time…

The seven-colored giant monster's body did not regenerate as quickly as before; the healing speed was noticeably slower.

"This… how is this possible?"

Realizing that His spiritual power replenishment speed had slowed down significantly, the Weather God was horrified, His voice filled with disbelief.

"Oh, did it work?"

Seeing the change in the seven-colored giant monster, Nightstar nodded with satisfaction and chuckled.

"It seems that compared to you, this self-proclaimed god, and the hatred for rainy days…"

"Everyone in Kyoto is more willing to believe in me, as 'Mask'."

Chapter 241: Dust Release: Primal World Detachment Technique, Members of the Soul Link

Just as Onimaru Kunitsuna thought, Nightstar indeed had a backup plan.

The birth of the identity of "Mask" and the image in the minds of everyone in Sakura Province were for this moment.

"I suspect that your power, like evil spirits, comes from the hearts of humans."

Nightstar dispelled his Susanoo, and in his bloodshot eyes, overflowing with bloody tears, appeared a hint of a smile that chilled the Weather God to the bone.

"For the weather… no, for the fear of rainstorms, or the desire for sunny days…"

"I'm too lazy to guess which emotion it is; it's not important."

"What's important is…"

Nightstar grabbed a small piece of the seven-colored giant monster's body that he had just cut off from the ground with his bare hands, unhesitatingly stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and smiled with satisfaction.

"You, this twisted thing hiding in the dark corners, have now become the villain in the minds of almost everyone in Kyoto."

"The support for 'Mask' has already overshadowed all feelings for you, the so-called god."

"Rainy days? Sunny days? No one cares anymore."

"Everyone in Kyoto just wants to see 'Mask's' victory."

The seven-colored giant transformed by the Weather God felt that His spiritual power replenishment was much slower. Although He didn't know what method Nightstar used to sever His power source, He immediately responded.

The long rain-water snakes that were fighting against Tamamo-no-Mae and the golden goat head, and the giant whale swimming in the clouds, suddenly turned into water droplets and scattered.

And the giant with the seven-colored light also suddenly decreased in height, remaining at about two and a half meters.

"Laughable."

On the Weather God's main body, twisted, wriggling, and constantly changing human faces appeared. The spiritual power light around Him no longer had the beautiful feeling it had before. The extremely viscous rainbow color instead made people feel a little disgusted.

In His eye sockets, dazzling light like lightning flickered.

"You want to compete with me, a god, in spiritual power? How utterly ridiculous."

On Nightstar's black mask, a white smiley face pattern with upturned corners appeared. He clasped his hands together, making a circle shape, and aimed it at the Weather God in front of him.

Just when Amano Hina, Tamamo-no-Mae, the golden goat head, Onimaru Kunitsuna, and the others thought that he was about to use some terrifying ability that could harm even gods, they heard Nightstar say at an extremely fast pace.

"What the hell are you pretending to be? I don't understand."

"b*tch your spiritual power source has been cut off by me, and you're still putting on a tough act here. I'll just kill your whole family and be done with it."

"After I eat you, I'm going back to uproot your shrine for you. I'll have the police ban the propagation of any b*llshit sunny girl legends."

"Using an abandoned building rooftop as a shrine, not even as good as Golden Goat Head's down-and-out stinky dog, what are you being so arrogant about with me?"

"Huh?"

"b*tch, speak!"

Not only Amano Hina and the others, but even the Weather God was momentarily unsure how to respond to this sudden outburst.

The move that Nightstar used was indeed very powerful.

While Amano Hina was speechless at his abstractness, she also had to admire Nightstar's extraordinary talent in breaking through defenses with words.

When people quarrel with each other, it's very easy to sting the other party, after all, everyone has sore spots.

Like Futaba Rio, she doesn't like others commenting on a certain part of her that is exaggerated far beyond the scale of a high school girl.

And Yukinoshita Yukino, she is very competitive and hates hypocritical relationships.

As for Touma Kazusa…

It feels like she is at the critical point between emotional stability and anger at every moment. From her expression alone, it is indeed impossible to judge which emotional state she is in.

However, there must also be points that she doesn't want others to mention.

But the amazing thing about Nightstar is…

Whether it's humans, evil spirits, or so-called gods…

He can accurately pinpoint the thing that hurts them the most, and use it as a starting point to unleash a fierce barrage.

And clearly, judging from the increasingly ferocious expressions on the faces of the Weather God…

He really hit a nerve.

On one hand, it's because his main source of spiritual power was cut off, losing his greatest reliance, causing him to panic.

On the other hand…

Night Star's words were simply too insulting… too insulting to a god!

Not even as good as the golden goat head!

The golden goat head, in terms of power, is nothing in front of the Weather God, a weak existence that could be killed with a flick of the wrist.

But at least… it has a proper shrine.

Even if it's dilapidated, covered in dust, and few people go to worship it, it's still…

A proper shrine.

As a famous philosopher once said.

Lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharp knife.

The Weather God's behavior is different from the golden goat head; more than the concept of "god" itself, he gains power from humanity's desire for sunny days and negative emotions towards continuous rain.

The golden goat head, although it can't speak, can understand human language.

Seeing Night Star use himself, who also has the name of a god, to provoke this powerful Weather God, he finally understood why he, whose power is not even as good as Night Star's current eight-foot form, appeared here.

So, he's just a tool to break the opponent's defense.

That's fine.

As long as he's not treated as reserve food to replenish Night Star's power.

"You bastard…"

Just as the Weather God was extremely angry, trembling all over, Night Star used his final move, the most lethal one, which instantly made the opponent lose their reason and composure.

"By the way, your divine messenger… tastes really good."

The Weather God's faces twisted ferociously, already in a state of madness, having lost the ability to think calmly. Accompanied by a piercing cry like a whale, a woman wearing a long robe, holding a paper umbrella, with skin as pale as a non-human, and hair still carrying wet drops of water, appeared behind him.

"Kill this human!"

This woman is of course not a human, but the Weather God's divine messenger.

At the same time, she is also the last and most powerful divine messenger.

Looking at the divine messenger holding a paper umbrella, exuding a resentful aura, and with rain constantly falling around her, Hina Amano couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

If Night Star hadn't come…

Would I have become like this?

This is simply more terrifying than death, becoming a puppet without intelligence, only listening to that guy's orders.

While feeling lingering fear, Hina Amano also felt anger.

Every person chosen by the Weather God as a Sunshine Girl, like her, is willing to work hard to bring sunny days to people and see smiles on their faces.

They…

Shouldn't end up like this.

"Playing with humans… twisted bastard…"

Hina Amano looked at the divine messenger beside the Weather God, clenching her silver teeth, her eyes, which usually only held gentle smiles, revealed a look of anger.

"I absolutely won't allow such disgusting things!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in Hina Amano's mind.

"Are you finally facing your true heart?"

"Seeing people show smiles because of the clear weather is certainly a satisfying thing."

"But is it really right to sacrifice the lives of innocent people just for this?"

"Eliminating the twisted thing in front of you, even if it floods Kyoto, or even the entire Cherry Blossom Province, would you still do it?"

"Are you really prepared?"

The voice in Hina Amano's mind was not quite the same as when Yotsuya Miko, Futaba Rio, and others awakened.

This is because there is still one last question in her heart that she doesn't know the answer to.

If she slays the god who controls the weather, causing the rain in Cherry Blossom Province to never stop, until it eventually floods the entire Cherry Blossom Province…

Just to save herself, is it really worth it?

"Hina."

Night Star, who was tightly gripping the Onimaru Kunitsuna, which had returned to its original form, and fighting against the Weather God and his divine messenger, noticed the faint fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from Hina Amano, suddenly called out her name softly, then turned his head, the black mask on his face disappearing.

He looked at Hina Amano, who was standing there, looking slightly lost, a smile appearing on his face as he slowly spoke.

"I'd rather choose you than a sunny day."

"So now, choose me rather than a sunny day!"

Upon hearing Night Star's words, which were no different from a confession, Hina Amano was stunned for a moment, then two lines of clear tears welled up in her eyes, and she nodded.

"Yes, I'll choose Night Star and everyone rather than a sunny day!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Hina Amano felt her vision, like shattered glass, bloom with cracks, finally shattering completely with a soft sound.

"I'm already prepared."

"Then now, call out my true name!"

Hina Amano took a deep breath, looked at the divine messenger woman entangled with Night Star, and whispered.

"Here, I call out your true name!"