Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

“Bog monster.”

“Kama Itachi.”

“Jorōgumo.”

“Slaughter Demon.”

“Shiranui.”

“Kodama.”

“Sunakake-baba.”

“Domain Expansion, Dark Sky.”

… …

Nearly a hundred spirit power users simultaneously unleashing their soul manifestation abilities to attack Nightstar was indeed a spectacular sight, feeling like mages releasing a collective spell on the battlefield.

In an instant, gun bullets, rockets, swamps, sand as thick as ocean waves, fine but exceptionally resilient spider silk, wind as sharp as knives, slaughter demons like wild beasts, eerie blue floating flames, tree roots, a tall female ghost with dripping hair, and a complete darkness, all enveloped Nightstar who stood there.

“Another vision deprivation trick…”

Nightstar held Onimaru Kunitsuna in one hand, the absolute darkness engulfing his vision not causing him any panic.

“This trick works on ‘Hundred Eyes,’ but…”

As the words fell, Nightstar's figure suddenly flickered, appearing in front of the spirit power user casting the Dark Sky domain at a speed several times faster than a bullet.

Although his black eyes lacked focus due to the deprivation of vision, they revealed an inexplicable smile.

“Crack…”

After a clean beheading, Nightstar, having regained his vision, stood beside the headless corpse slowly falling to the ground, and said faintly to the nearly hundred spirit power users forming the encirclement.

“It doesn’t work on me.”

Professor Reisgening, commanding the Memory Bodies from the periphery, couldn't help but feel a heaviness in his heart upon seeing this scene.

Among those he summoned, whether those who retained their original abilities intact or those whose memories were manipulated and modified, customizing their spirit powers, only a few were originally intended to deal with ‘Mask,’ and even then, they weren't playing the role of primary attackers.

The primary attacker was actually…

A tribute to the legendary explosion-resistant king, the artificial intelligence, Amadeus.

The problem is, the primary attacker has already turned to ashes… What should he do now?

Just as Reisgening was pondering, a tall figure suddenly rushed out from the encirclement of Memory Bodies.

“Fusion, Nue.”

“Induce Despair,骸 (Mukuro/Corpse).”

Watching the tall, burly man in the Metropolitan Police Department's riot squad combat uniform rushing straight towards him, Nightstar conjured a giant black war fan in his left hand, colliding with the riot shield swung by the opponent.

“Bang!!!!”

The violent collision caused even the air to tremble.

“‘Mask’…”

“Aguri Kiyotaka.”

Looking at the former head of the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department's riot squad, whose heart he had pierced and who had died in the street, a hint of a smile appeared in Nightstar's eyes.

“What, wasn't being a puppet for Sakura Rikka enough? Do you have to keep changing masters to be a dog? You really are so pathetic that I find it laughable.”

“Say whatever you want…”

The muscles on Aguri Kiyotaka's arms bulged, his face hidden beneath the heavy riot helmet becoming no different from a demon, sharp fangs even protruding from his mouth, his eyes flashing with cold light.

“Having a second chance to eliminate evil, I will definitely not miss it.”

“A defeated general, how dare you speak bravely?”

“Hmph, the current me is not the me of the past. My mind has been filled with the information of those who have fought you. I know all your abilities. I have become stronger, and even more…”

“Okay, got it.”

A jet-black blade of light flashed through the air, cutting Aguri Kiyotaka's body, along with the spirit power-infused heavy shield made from the ability of “骸 (Mukuro/Corpse),” directly in half vertically.

Looking at Aguri Kiyotaka's corpse, Nightstar casually waved Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand, and said with a light laugh.

“What have you become even more of? I didn't hear clearly just now, say it again? Oh, you can't speak anymore, then never mind.”

Seeing this scene, fear appeared on Reisgening's face.

Aguri Kiyotaka was considered one of his favorite Memory Bodies among all of them. Not only did he possess powerful close combat abilities, but his combat intelligence was also very high, and he had an extremely strong, twisted hatred for ‘Mask,’ so strong that he had absolutely no fear.

He had even considered letting him become the personality core of Amadeus.

But now…

He was instantly killed?

So simply, he was killed before he could even finish his entrance line?

Just then, Professor Reisgening suddenly had a chilling feeling.

It didn't come from ‘Mask,’ who was standing in the encirclement, his eyes filled with excitement, gripping Onimaru Kunitsuna tightly, preparing to begin a massacre of the Memory Bodies he had created.

But from behind him.

Before Professor Reisgening could turn his massive, disgusting body around, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

“Ugh…”

A sharp, black spear pierced through his heart.

When Reisgening turned his head with all his strength, what appeared in his eyes was Amadeus's face, completely identical to Makise Kurisu, but with a beauty that carried a detachment that did not belong to humans.

“You… Why…”

“Didn't you already know?”

The resurrected Amadeus, rotating the spear in her hand, revealed a hint of coldness in her eyes, saying each word distinctly.

“The artificial intelligence you created, which is me, can self-evolve.”

“In this world…”

Saying this, Amadeus's figure suddenly flashed, the phantom of that metal coffin appearing behind her, opening and closing, instantly trapping a Memory Body into that purely empty space.

“There can only be one of me.”

Watching Amadeus actually start slaughtering the remaining Memory Bodies like ‘Mask,’ Professor Reisgening, lying on the ground, waved the tentacles on his body weakly, reaching out a tentacle towards Amadeus, his eyes filled with despair.

“No… my ultimate psychic weapon… the scientific achievement of my life… my greatest accomplishment…”

“You really are more foolish than I imagined.”

Yae Hoshi directly broke out of the Memory’s encirclement, raised a foot, and stepped on Professor Reskinen’s ugly head, speaking softly.

“Power is power, a power that can be used entirely according to one’s own will. That is true power, Amadeus… Your so-called life’s work is ultimately just something you cannot control.”

“No… This is impossible…”

Professor Reskinen muttered to himself, seemingly unwilling to believe the fact that Amadeus had lost control and begun slaughtering the remaining Memories.

“I clearly… clearly used those two from the Shijo family… as her logical basis. The highest priority of all her actions should be driven by hatred for ‘Mask’, launching merciless attacks…”

“Shijo family?”

This Reskinen in the “Palace” is not the real Reskinen, but only a projection of his desires. Although he has intelligence, his actions and words represent his true inner thoughts.

Upon hearing the name “Shijo family,” Yae Hoshi connected everything.

“So you really are slow-witted. Because of your interference, the world line has changed. I, who originally had no connection with Shijo Maki, now have a connection with her, and it is foreseeable that she will become my assistant in the future.”

“Perhaps on your original world line, I directly destroyed the Shijo family, which was detrimental to Shinomiya Kaguya, causing those two people you mentioned… Let me guess, Shijo Tei and Shijo Maki, these two harbored intense hatred towards me.”

“However, the world line is subject to change, and Amadeus’s loss of control is the result of changes in the world line.”

Hearing these words, Professor Reskinen strained his eyes upwards, looking at the black mask towering above him, and muttered.

“You… How do you know…”

“Still don’t understand?”

Yae Hoshi slowly applied pressure with the foot on Reskinen’s head, and said softly.

“You are merely the ‘observer’ of the world line, while we…”

“Are the creators of the world line.”

…

Meanwhile, in the Shibuya shopping district of the Reverse Side.

“This is Reskinen’s desire…”

Mieruko Yotsuya looked at the nearly ten-meter-tall human statue made of gold and adorned with diamonds at the most conspicuous intersection of the shopping district, her eyes revealing undisguised disgust.

“What a greedy guy. Everything he’s done was just to make himself famous.”

“After all, he is a distorted person who has committed the sin of greed…”

Rio Futaba took out her glasses from her clothes, put them on, and then pushed up her glasses.

“Sakuragawa Rikka, who harbors anger towards the entire world, and Reskinen, who is greedy for fame, these guys… If it weren’t for us, the world would fall under their twisted control, right?”

“Now that we’ve found the main body, this incident should come to an end.”

Light Yagami gently descended from the sky and walked towards the statue placed there step by step.

It wasn’t that he wanted his Emperor Sutoku to rush to devour Professor Reskinen’s desire, but he had a vague premonition of danger, feeling that this manifestation of desire, placed there so openly, was somewhat amiss.

Perhaps…

“You’re all here.”

Just then, Reskinen’s twisted projection suddenly appeared in front of the golden statue.

He swept his gaze over the members of Overload Society in front of him, a crazy and eerie smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

“‘Mask’ is not here… Never mind, at this point, I don’t care anymore. As long as he can feel pain, feel the kind of powerlessness that I felt, the pain of the weak, and then… even if my plan fails, as long as he is in pain, that’s enough.”

“He’s already broken…”

Listening to Professor Reskinen’s words, which had completely lost his mind and were nothing like his previous strategic planning, but rather a desperate, last-ditch effort, Light Yagami simply shrugged, shaking his head with a wry smile.

“Sure enough, that guy really has a knack for breaking people.”

“You’re about to die, and you’re still being stubborn…”

Although Professor Reskinen could no longer create projections of Memories, he now wore a confident, murderous, and sneering expression, his tentacles dancing as he shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Come out, monster of fear!!!”

But after he shouted this sentence, almost half a minute passed, and nothing happened.

The air fell into silence.

Seeing the members of Overload Society looking completely unsurprised, Professor Reskinen’s face showed horror, and he said in disbelief.

“How… How could this be… I clearly… I clearly arranged everything…”

Hearing this, Rio Futaba said lightly.

“You were going to create an incident in the Shibuya shopping district in the real world, and then create a powerful evil spirit in the Reverse Side, right?”

“You… How do you know…”

“Don’t be silly, someone has already used this trick.”

Rio Futaba replied very calmly.

“Haven’t you noticed…”

“That there are a few of our members missing from those who entered the Reverse Side?”

…

At the same time, in the Shibuya shopping district of the real world.

“Commit suicide.”

Facing Shinomiya Kaguya’s eyes flashing with red light, the psychic, who was originally hiding in a high-rise building and carrying various weapons, opened his mouth, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but in the end, he could not resist Shinomiya Kaguya’s ability. He took out a dagger from his waist and directly slit his throat.