I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Roppongi, inside a residential building.

In the pixel game map, the super large vortex that had just formed and represented [Dalvyuan Snake God] flickered slightly and disappeared.

"Huh?" Tsukage Chikusa, who was browsing netizens' "works" in the 2CH forum, turned her head and was taken aback for a moment.

What about the super big, new vortex that says "Dalvyuan Snake God"?

This thing is broken?

He rubbed his eyes and subconsciously tapped the screen of the old laptop.

Then he came back to his senses, the old-fashioned laptop in front of him was not an ordinary digital product.

Recently, on the game map, the black vortex representing the "work" that has been placed occasionally appears when he goes to the bathroom, eats a meal, etc., and disappears inexplicably.

Not even a process.

For example, the previous human-faced dog and the cursed spirit of the convenience store.

This feeling is like logging into the game one day and discovering that the SSSR girl I worked so hard to extract and cultivate and the advanced equipment carefully matched for her are all gone.

"The Daluyuan Snake God, who is known as the 'ancient evil god who plays with people's hearts', failed to summon it? Could it be that there is a loophole in the 'hexagram of resentful spirits' carefully set up by those netizens? Is the unofficial history that came out fake?"

When he was doing folk surveys and consulting ancient documents, he accidentally learned about the deeds of the Kamakura shogunate's seal of the Otobuchi Snake God, and initially determined the location.

So on a whim, I provided this as a material to those netizens.

Thus, it really complements and creates the summoning array that seems to be haunted by the wraith, but actually sacrifices the wraith as a nutrient, and after the spirit is removed, it can summon the evil god.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter if the summoning fails. It's an attempt. Anyway, a few ordinary wraiths didn't cost me too much resentment. It seems that it is not so important to consume a small amount of resentment to pry and awaken those ancient existences." It's an easy trick..."

Originally, he wanted to set up a similar "trap" to target those possible Exorcists.

By the way, it is also an experiment to see if some powerful and sleeping beings can be "summoned" through this low-cost method.

Even if the summoning fails, to him, it is just a trial and error process, nothing serious.

Anyway, netizens in the forum will continue to create new "surprises" for him.

On that crude map of Tokyo, small black vortexes are slowly rotating and growing.

...

Kanagawa Prefectural Kamakura High School.

In the early morning, the school and the police arrived at the teaching building and took away the "suicide duo" who were still unconscious.

Facing the skeleton of the giant snake that was picked clean by Sosuke Araki, the school and the police also had to agree with the two people's rhetoric of "rescuing the suicide, and then being attacked by the giant snake".

After a brief treatment of the wound in the school infirmary, the two took the first Enoden bus, watched the sunrise on the coastline, and embarked on a journey back to Tokyo.

It was still early, and there were still many vacancies on Jiang Zhidian.

"Teacher Araki, how do you think I can cultivate to be as powerful as you?"

Sitting next to Sosuke Araki, Yumasumi Kotori, with a tired face, sincerely begged for advice.

"As powerful as me... Then you should practice some martial arts... You should also exercise your physical strength... At the same time, you must be familiar with the physiological structure of various creatures..."

Sousuke Araki supported his head and thought for a while, then gave the answer seriously.

If you want to defeat the giant snake with your bare hands like yourself.

Brute force alone is not enough, skill is also needed.

"I see……"

Kotori Yumasumi took notes seriously.

"However, my muscles have been cultivated for many years. You may have to scientifically arrange your diet and eat more high-protein foods... The snake meat before is not bad... You see, I haven't finished eating it yet. The meat was packed and taken away..."

Araki Sousuke gestured to her for the big sack of snake meat in his hand.

The big snake weighed at least one to two hundred kilograms. After the bloodletting, he ate and picked the most essential parts, and packed dozens of kilograms of tender meat away.

After all, he has been short of money recently, and the rations for the next few days will fall on this thing.

Before he finished speaking, he only felt a slight heaviness in his shoulders.

The witch, who had been tossed all night, seemed to be unable to bear the tiredness anymore, she fell asleep on his shoulder at some point, a drop of crystal slipped from the corner of her mouth, shining brightly in the morning sun.

She was sleeping soundly in her gym clothes, and she looked like an ordinary high school girl at this moment.

Just as Araki Sousuke and Kotori Yumasumi were sleeping soundly on the rickety Enoden.

At six o'clock in the morning, Kengo Yamada, wearing the training uniform of the Kendo Club, ran on the school playground as usual.

After living for 21 years, he always thought that he was just an ordinary third-year student majoring in philosophy in the Department of Social Ethics of Shibuya Keizai University.

Day after day, he ordinaryly sought out the truth of philosophy, and ordinaryly practiced the way of swordsmanship...

It will continue to be normal in the future.

Until a few days ago, in the dormitory late at night, after being forced to ride for ten minutes by a woman with only the upper body...

The world before his eyes changed.

At first, he could only see some vague figures that the people around him seemed invisible.

Later, these strange figures appeared more and more clearly in every corner of his life.

Until the day before yesterday, his idol, the reliable (former) head of the Kendo Club, Araki-senpai, took him to a shrine, where the priestess dispelled his doubts.

It was indeed right to discuss with Araki-senpai.

He was able to escape from that half-length lady before because of the talisman paper from Asakusa Shrine that Araki-senpai obtained for him.

After learning about his situation, Senior Araki mercifully sold (sold) all the precious talisman papers in his hand to himself.

After all, the incense money must be paid by oneself, and the talisman paper will be effective.

I will redouble my efforts to lead the Kendo Club to achieve excellent results in order to repay the kindness of my seniors.

Thinking of this, Kengo Yamada quickened his pace of sprinting.

On the playground in the early morning, not many students were running.

But he was accompanied by a livid-faced man in a sprint suit.

No matter how fast Yamada Kengo ran, the man always kept a distance beyond him and ran in front of him.

Yamada Kengo didn't even look at the man.

He dare not look.

It wasn't because the man was pale and was running fast.

It was because a short, slightly thick javelin pierced through the man's abdomen, bringing out a large pile of internal organs hanging on it.

I heard that during the school sports meeting five years ago, a sprinter died after being pierced by a javelin from another field during the competition.

It must be the one in front.

According to what the witch said, these "spirits" who have passed away and do not belong to the world are just numbly repeating the trajectory of their previous lives, or are trapped by obsession and cannot be released.

If you face these spiritual sights or contact them for too long, if you let the other party realize that you can see, you may be entangled.

As long as you don't pay attention to it and pay attention to it, you won't be infected.

"Normal..."

Taking a deep breath, Kengo Yamada finished his run at twice his usual pace.

Back in the kendo club activity room, Kengo Yamada opened his iron cabinet, ready to change out of his training clothes.

The iron cabinet was opened, and a man with a pale complexion, bruises mixed with corpse spots, and mutilated limbs was squatting inside, looking at him helplessly.