Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

The middle-aged man's hand trembled slightly at these words, and his phone fell to the ground with a muffled thud. The cracked screen seemed to foreshadow his impending doom.

“How… how could this be…?”

He took two steps backward, his eyes filled with terror, and immediately roared at the bodyguards standing at the door.

“Quick… get everyone over here! We absolutely can't let that guy get close to me!”

“That guy?”

The bodyguards exchanged confused glances, not understanding why their boss was suddenly so terrified.

“Kira… Kira is coming!”

Hearing the middle-aged man's panicked words, the bodyguards finally reacted. Like him, everyone showed fear upon hearing the name “Kira,” and even began to tremble.

Clearly, compared to the police department's investigation, which emphasized a complete chain of evidence and offered a sliver of hope for acquittal if they resisted, they were more afraid of “Kira.” Kira's judgment was irrefutable, impossible to resist, simple, brutal, and left no room for appeal, directly taking the lives of criminals.

“Wait, listen…”

Hearing the bodyguard's words, everyone in the hall fell silent.

From beyond the tightly closed wooden door came a faint sound, like a blade scraping against the hard marble floor. It was unhurried, yet carried an eerie sense of pressure.

“He… he's already here…”

As the eerie sound grew closer and closer, finally stopping just outside the door, the bodyguards in the hall paled. They first glanced at the middle-aged man standing there, then hesitated, wanting to reach for the guns at their waists. But in the end, they didn't draw their weapons. Instead, they threw their guns on the ground, actively ran to the corner of the hall, turned their backs, squatted down, and covered their heads with their hands, looking as if they had completely given up resisting.

“What… what are you guys doing!? Protect me!!!”

Seeing his bodyguards actually giving up, the middle-aged man shouted in exasperation, but the bodyguards didn't react at all, showing no intention of getting up to protect him.

What a joke?

Since their employer had already been targeted by “Kira,” he was as good as dead.

They were just ordinary people. Being a bodyguard was a high-risk job just to make a living. To fight against a monster that even firearms couldn't effectively harm was asking too much, wasn't it?

Seeing that his bodyguards were no longer following his orders, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and finally mustered his courage, pressing himself against the tightly closed wooden door. He even locked the door, hoping that the heavy, solid wood could block the death god outside.

But as soon as he finished doing this, the outside of the door fell into a deathly silence. The sound seemed to have never existed, and it never sounded again.

“Could it be…”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes revealed ecstatic joy after surviving a disaster.

“That guy is gone?”

Just as this thought arose in his mind, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, followed by intense pain, as if death had taken a concrete form.

Blood spilled from the middle-aged man's mouth. Straining to turn his head, all he could barely see was a patch of darkness, and within it, half of a crimson tengu mask, as red as blood.

“Seventh.”

Yagami Light withdrew the Ama-no-Murakumo sword. Without needing to wipe it deliberately, the bloodstains on it automatically merged into the rusty blade.

In his scarlet eyes, there was no enjoyment of killing or excitement, as if he was simply doing the most ordinary thing.

Yagami Light glanced at the bodyguards huddled in the corner, not daring to turn around to look at him, just squatting on the ground and shivering. A hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and the Ama-no-Murakumo sword seemed to sense his mood, and the blade began to tremble excitedly.

But in the end, Yagami Light just shook his head, sheathed the Ama-no-Murakumo sword, and slowly said.

“You few, go to the police department and confess all the crimes you have committed.”

“Under… understood…”

Hearing “Kira's” words, the bodyguards didn't hesitate at all and immediately agreed.

As the middle-aged man's bodyguards, they were naturally involved in criminal activities. Even if they weren't the main culprits, they were accomplices who aided and abetted the evildoer.

Go to the police department to confess?

This was simply the result they couldn't have wished for more. You should know that people who were targeted by “Kira” in the past didn't leave a single survivor at the scene.

Being able to save their lives was partly because these bodyguards were enlightened enough to give up the naive idea of protecting their employer in “Kira's” hands and didn't do anything stupid. On the other hand, it was also because this case was too widespread. With Atsuta Shrine already gone, Yagami Light needed some witnesses who knew the details to inform the police department so that the people of Sakura Province would know that Atsuta Shrine had indeed committed unforgivable crimes, which was why it was destroyed by "Mask."

Just as Yagami Light pushed open the heavy wooden door and came to the hotel corridor, preparing to look for the next target, he suddenly saw a dense black mist appear, and then a black figure formed in front of him.

“‘Kira’…”

The black figure looked at Yagami Light. Although Yagami Light had never seen the other party in person, he had heard the Grim Reaper describe him. He immediately recognized that this… whether called an evil spirit or an evil god, was the culprit who had attacked the Grim Reaper last time. The scarlet color in his eyes intensified, and he slowly drew the Ama-no-Murakumo sword from his waist and said softly.

“I wasn't going to look for you, but you came to seek death yourself. Very good.”

“Give up, you can't kill me.”

The black figure's tone was not as eerie as the previous few times, but rather carried a strange appreciation.

He first said this, then “looked” at Yagami Light, the black mist in the face area wriggling, as if forming some kind of expression, but he had no facial features at all, and it was impossible to tell what it meant.

The next second, the black figure suddenly said something shocking.

“‘Kira’… you believe in death, and you are bringing death…”

“Become my apostle, and I will give you… even ‘Mask’ cannot contend against the powerful force.”

Hearing these words, Yagami Light couldn't help but be stunned.

He really didn't expect that the other party would suddenly make such an outrageous request.

“A power even greater than ‘Mask’?”

A mocking smile appeared in Yagami Tsuki's eyes.

“You were killed by him like a stray dog, only able to flee in panic, yet you're still drawing me a pie in the sky? I don't know if you think I'm stupid, or if you're just too stupid.”

“That's only because I didn't have a suitable Divine Envoy.”

Hearing this, Yagami Tsuki responded noncommittally.

“Then I'm not necessarily suitable either.”

“You are definitely suitable.”

“Why? You haven't chosen other humans as Divine Envoys.”

“I have chosen. If you agree to become my Divine Envoy, I can immediately abandon that guy…”

Just as the black figure was halfway through his sentence, Yagami Tsuki suddenly interrupted.

“I see…”

Yagami Tsuki stared directly at the black figure in front of him with his scarlet eyes, a nearly insane smile suddenly appearing in his voice.

“So, that serial killer is your Divine Envoy. You've mentioned the word death many times… it seems you are an evil god born from the negative emotions of humans towards death. Very good, with this information, tracking you down will be easier.”

Hearing this, the black figure realized that he had fallen into a trap.

From beginning to end, Yagami Tsuki had no intention of becoming his Divine Envoy. All his words were just to probe for more information.

Twenty-second challenge to hold back laughter, successful.

“You bastard, you actually dare to mock…”

“Heh heh, I'm mocking you, so what?”

Yagami Tsuki unhesitatingly swung the Kusanagi Sword in his hand, directly splitting the black figure in two. Immediately afterwards, a snake head formed from spiritual power mist emerged from the blade of the Kusanagi Sword, directly opening its mouth and swallowing the black figure into its belly.

“Become your Divine Envoy? What a joke.”

A look of disdain appeared in Yagami Tsuki's eyes as he spoke softly.

“You are not worthy.”

…

On the other side, inside Suka Natsumi's editing studio.

Suka Natsumi watched as the article she had published, which involved the criminal activities of Atsuta Shrine, soared in popularity, quickly becoming one of the top hot news items in the entire Sakura Province.

And ten minutes ago, it jumped to the top spot.

The reason for this sudden surge in popularity was simple.

One of the implicated councilors mentioned in Suka Natsumi's report was giving a campaign speech in front of the public at that time.

And right in front of everyone's eyes, “Kira” suddenly appeared, without saying a word, and directly pierced the councilor's heart with a knife.

Not only that, but people all over Nagoya City were discussing online that they had seen “Kira” himself, and everyone “Kira” had punished was on the list of implicated people in Suka Natsumi's report.

In the hearts of the people, this was equivalent to directly confirming the authenticity of Suka Natsumi's report, even more convincing than the Metropolitan Police Department coming forward.

After all, even opponents of “Kira” could not deny one thing.

None of the people killed by “Kira” were innocent.

“Mask” and his group had just issued a warning letter yesterday and completely eradicated Atsuta Shrine. While everyone was still discussing this matter, such news suddenly broke out, and the popularity naturally soared.

Or rather, every appearance of “Mask” and his assistants would become the hottest news, even if they did nothing but stroll around the streets.

What is influence?

This is called influence.

“Yagami, look, look!”

Seeing Suka Natsumi pointing at the computer screen, looking very happy and joyful, Yagami couldn't help but tease with a chuckle.

“What? Reporting a hot news item can make you so happy? You're already a well-known media person, you wouldn't be so easily satisfied, would you?”

“Of course not, it has nothing to do with popularity.”

Suka Natsumi waved her hand, her pretty face filled with a joyful smile from the bottom of her heart.

“This kind of news is what I've always wanted to report. Those high-ranking, seemingly kind and upright guys who do dirty deeds behind their backs should be唾骂 by everyone. Of course, I don't comment on ‘Kira’s actions, after all, he is your friend, but reporting this kind of news that promotes justice, can bring about substantive changes to society, and has value is my original intention of wanting to become a media person.”

“As for you saying easily satisfied…”

A charming smile appeared on Suka Natsumi's lips. The loose suspender shirt revealed a tempting patch of snow-white skin because she was bending over.

She gently placed her hand on a certain part of Yagami's body, her five slender fingers with manicured nails firmly grasping the future, and softly said next to his ear.

“That depends on your performance.”

“Oh yo, challenging me?”

Hearing Yagami's words, Suka Natsumi's smile became even more obvious. She raised her chin, challenging with a defiant look.

“That's right, I just want to challenge you, so what?”

…

The next morning.

Suka Natsumi was lying in the studio, on the bed specially prepared for Yagami, and her whole body was almost exhausted.

She initially persevered until ten o'clock, and then after resting for an hour, she had just regained some consciousness and continued fighting until dawn.

Then…

She couldn't remember anymore, she only knew that her voice was already hoarse, her whole body was sore and weak, and she couldn't even get out of bed to walk.

Looking at Yagami…

“Then I'll go first.”

Looking at Yagami dressed neatly, ready to go out, Suka Natsumi lazily covered herself with a thin blanket, her shapely curves very tempting.

When she noticed Yagami's gaze, Suka Natsumi trembled in fear, curled up and said aggrievedly.

“I really can't anymore… please spare me…”

“This is the price you pay for challenging the number one butter shooter in Kyoto with your human body, understand?”

Hearing Yagami's words, although Suka Natsumi still wanted to argue, she really didn't dare to argue anymore, she could only nod pitifully.

“Yeah, I won't dare to next time.”

This sentence was the truth.

Suka Natsumi was determined that either she would awaken to become a spiritual power user, or next time, she would have to call someone to help.

One-on-one with Yagami…

This matter was simply the ultimate enjoyment and the ultimate torture, two flavors mixed together, a completely unbearable test.

…

After leaving Suka Natsumi's editing studio, Yagami was refreshed and boarded the train heading towards Soubu High School.