Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Rio Futaba looked at the members and said softly.

“Considering search efficiency… we need to split up.”

“Yumeko, Miss Yukinoshita, the two of you stay here. Adding Shadow Mio and Shadow Ushio, plus Miss Minakata and Mr. Nezu, should be enough to ensure their safety.”

“As for the remaining groups…”

Before Rio Futaba could finish speaking, Yagami Light entered the gray mist on his own, leaving only a chuckle.

“Although I'm good friends with that guy, I'll still choose to act alone for such a rare opportunity for competition. If I find Rikka Sakuragawa first, I'll consider it my victory.”

Rio Futaba shook her head helplessly, ignoring Yagami Light's solo act and continuing to divide the groups.

“Yui Yuigahama, Yui, you two team up with Touma.”

“Okay!”

Only when two naturally cheerful airheads are together can they barely withstand the cold aura of Touma and Setsuna. But if it were Yukina Ogiso, she could achieve a one-for-one balance with Touma and Setsuna.

Commonly known as the Touma and Setsuna Inequality.

“Mai-senpai's abilities aren't suited for direct combat, so she'll be in a group with me.”

“Then Haruna is the same. Tamamo-no-Mae, Hachishaku, Kuchisake-onna, the four of you form a group, that's the safest.”

After dividing the groups, the members entered the gray mist according to Rio Futaba's arrangements.

While feeling nervous, they even had a hint of inexplicable anticipation in their hearts.

What kind of future will Izanami construct for them?

The moment Mai Sakurajima entered the gray mist, the scene before her changed.

She found herself in a grand hall, looked down, and realized she was wearing an exquisite white wedding dress. Sitting at the bottom of the stage were not only her mother and sister, but even the members of the Aobuta club.

And standing opposite her…

“Yozora?”

Seeing Yozora wearing a black suit with a smile on his face, Mai Sakurajima understood the content of this illusion.

“It's our wedding…”

Mai Sakurajima couldn't help but reveal a happy smile at first, but then shook her head helplessly.

“Although I really wish this were true, it must be fake, and it doesn't even make me feel the slightest bit of confusion, because…”

Mai Sakurajima looked at Yumeko and the others sitting below the stage and sighed slightly.

“Based on that guy's personality, even if he were to hold a wedding, he would hold it with everyone at the same time. There's absolutely no way there would be a situation that could cause a shura field, right…”

The moment she said these words, Mai Sakurajima broke free from the illusion.

She looked at Rio Futaba beside her and found that the other person had the same complicated expression.

“Your illusion… is also a wedding?”

“Yes, you too?”

“Yes, then the reason you found something wrong…”

Hearing Mai Sakurajima's question, Rio Futaba rolled her eyes, took off her glasses, tied her long gray curly hair into a ponytail, and said with helplessness and emotion.

“Based on that guy's personality, even if he were to hold a wedding, he would hold it with everyone at the same time. There's absolutely no way there would be a situation like in the illusion that could cause a shura field.”

“I knew it.”

Even Rikka Sakuragawa, the creator of this gray mist domain, probably didn't expect that the illusion she constructed did respond to the desires in everyone's hearts, but because Yozora's character was too abstract, the choices that normal people would make were abnormal for him, leading to a fundamental logical collapse. Not to mention causing the Aobuta club members to fall into confusion, it didn't even cause a moment of hesitation.

It had absolutely no effect.

Innate Abstract Holy Body, God of Harems, Kyoto's Number One Eroge Shooter's great victory.

…

At the same time, in the center of Nichirin Island, in a magnificent building like a palace.

“That's it?”

Yozora looked at the large gray mist outside the window, turned his gaze to Rikka Sakuragawa sitting on the throne cast from gold and jewels, whose body was constantly collapsing and being repaired, and teased with a chuckle.

“You don't really think you're the Emperor just by sitting on a golden toilet, do you? Your domain seems to be just this kind of flashy but insubstantial thing.”

“I don't understand what you're saying…”

Bizarre colors bloomed in Rikka Sakuragawa's two scarlet eyes.

“If you want to kill me, just try it.”

“Do I need you to teach me?”

Black flames surged on Yozora's face again, forming a black mask, and he said softly.

“Let's go, Onimaru Kunitsuna.”

Rikka Sakuragawa slowly raised her hand, and the blood from her fingertips dripped onto the ground.

“Go, Izanami.”

…

At the same time, Natsumi Suga, who was in Kyoto City, walking through the streets and alleys, looking for valuable news, suddenly heard the surrounding crowd exclaiming at the same time.

“What is that?”

“Am I seeing things… Can you see it too?”

“That's… 'Mask'?”

Natsumi Suga was stunned for a moment, and when she saw the crowd looking up at the sky, she also subconsciously raised her head.

The scene that came into view made her freeze directly, and even the notebook and ballpoint pen she used to record news information fell to the ground.

In the clouds, there was an illusion like a mirage.

In the illusion, a woman whose face was covered by misty air was fighting with a person wearing a black coat, wearing a black mask, and dressed exactly like "Mask".

“That's…”

Natsumi Suga opened her mouth slightly, unable to believe that this scene was real.

What exactly is this?

A projection? Or a hallucination?

Not only in Kyoto City, but people all over the Sakura Province saw the illusion appearing in the sky.

At this moment, everyone's attention and eyes were attracted by the scene in front of them.

“Give up.”

Izanami raised her arm, forcibly resisting a slash from Onimaru Kunitsuna, and the gap in her arm was restored in an instant.

Rikka Sakuragawa, sitting on the throne, slowly opened her mouth.

“Here, this is a domain constructed from people's desires. As long as people still harbor desires in their hearts, then I am an invincible existence.”

“Putting on an act?”

There was still a hint of a smile in Yexing's voice.

“The last person who claimed to be invincible has already been cut in half. You will suffer the same fate, but I will cut you vertically.”

“I am no longer human.”

Sakurakawa Rikka's face appeared in the illusion that emerged in the sky. Everyone who saw this scene immediately recognized her. This woman was the target of 'Mask's' advance notice, the culprit behind all the tragedies, Sakurakawa Rikka.

Sakurakawa Rikka stood up from the throne cast in gold and slowly spoke.

“Now, I am the true Izanami-no-Mikoto.”

“Fusion, Izanami.”

As her voice fell, the Izanami that had been floating in the air disappeared, replaced by a layer of misty aura on Sakurakawa Rikka's face.

And those cracks on the surface of her body turned into things like mouths, emitting violent roars from within. But in the next second, they were forcibly sewn shut by threads. Her entire person had completely transformed into a monster-like appearance.

“How tragic…”

Seeing those mouths on Sakurakawa Rikka's body surface that were trying to shout but were sewn shut by threads, and her current image that was even more terrifying and hideous than an evil spirit, Yexing simply shook his head and said softly.

“Possessing the Soul of Truth that guides desires, yet ultimately being controlled by your own Izanami due to your own desires, unable to even control your own power, you… are nothing more than a weakling.”

The people on the streets watching the scene in the sky all heard these words from 'Mask'.

In the silence, a slightly childish voice suddenly broke the stillness.

“'Mask' will definitely win!”

Hearing Kawasaki Kyoka's voice, on the other end of the crowd, a petite and cute girl wearing a gothic dark-style dress and an eye patch immediately retorted, not wanting to be outdone.

“That's right, 'Mask' is the strongest, he will definitely achieve victory!”

“Of course.”

Hearing Kawasaki Kyoka and Takanashi Rikka's successive shouts, Aoki Takeshi, who was holding a cigarette in the crowd, couldn't help but reveal a smile, clenching his fist and shouting loudly.

“After all, he is the hero I support!”

Throughout Sakura Prefecture, there were supporters of 'Mask'. Under the leadership of these people, everyone watching this scene transitioned from initial shock and bewilderment to cheering for 'Mask'.

At this time, in the palace, Sakurakawa Rikka… no, she should now be called Izanami-no-Mikoto, felt the ground beneath her feet trembling and muttered to herself.

“No… how could this be… my power…”

“Do you feel it?”

Yexing raised the Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand, saying each word distinctly.

“Now, everyone's only desire is one thing.”

“That is 'Mask's' victory.”

“And I will not fail.”

As his voice fell, Izanami-no-Mikoto saw behind Yexing a tall, headless monster, half black and half white, nearly ten meters in height.

And from the blade of his Onimaru Kunitsuna, beams of metallic chains bloomed, combining with the black and white headless monster to form an object like armor.

Yexing's body was gradually covered by this living armor. Changing his usual calm and frivolous tone, he shouted in a voice that seemed to be able to shake the depths of the soul.

“Here, I call out your true name!”

“Demonic Possession!”

Chapter 337: Tens of Thousands of Admonitions, The End of Sakurakawa Rikka

In Izanami-no-Mikoto's horrified gaze, Yexing's body merged with that tall armor. Unlike the ordinary humans watching this scene, she could clearly perceive the evil spirits' low moans and roars coming from within this armor.

It was as if tens of thousands of evil spirits were all attached to the other party's body at this moment.

The oppressive feeling brought by this strong obsession and enormous spiritual power even made Izanami, who considered herself a god, feel somewhat breathless.

“Are you feeling a lot of pressure?”

Yexing, whose entire body was already wrapped in this armor of Demonic Possession, looked at Izanami-no-Mikoto standing opposite him. Although his voice still carried his usual smile, his eyes only held undisguised, almost insane expectation and fervor.

“Up until now, all the evil spirits, monsters, and souls that I have devoured, their obsessions and powers from their lifetimes, all manifest at this moment, converging to form this, the truly named Armor of Demonic Possession.”

“How is that possible…”

Izanami-no-Mikoto completely couldn't believe that what Yexing said was true, but she could clearly feel the obsessions and powerful spiritual power of thousands upon thousands of evil spirits gathered on this strange armor called Demonic Possession.

“A mere human…”

Izanami-no-Mikoto raised her head, and a pair of scarlet eyes exuding a distorted color peered out from the misty aura.

“A mere human, how could you possibly do such a thing! How could you possess this kind of power that can rival and contend with me!?”

“You are wrong on two points…”

As he was halfway through his sentence, Yexing, wearing the Armor of Demonic Possession, had already flashed in front of Izanami. The Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand, carrying the power of thousands upon thousands of evil spirits he had devoured, converged into a dark blade of light, slashing towards Izanami's body.

Izanami hurriedly raised her arms, attempting to block, while simultaneously retreating rapidly.

The moment her arms touched that dark blade of light, a teeth-aching rubbing sound was emitted. Terrifying and distorted faces of evil spirits emerged from the dark blade of light, emitting miserable wails and screams.