A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

However, his words made Juansuo even more confused.

"This is Iwate." Kinsuo couldn't help but remind him, his voice echoing in the night sky, sounding particularly clear.

Gao Yu Shiyan was stunned for a moment, then he smiled awkwardly: "Ah? Did I go to the wrong place? I'm so sorry..."

However, Juansuo did not relax his vigilance. He looked at Gao Yu Shiyan deeply and began to think about the man's intention of coming here.

Could it be that he came alone to challenge me? However, he had neither crows nor anyone watching him.

Moreover, judging from the change in the total amount of cursed energy, he seemed to have come here with the help of his younger brother Mingming's technique. Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in Kinsuo's eyes.

He raised his hand, summoned the curse spirit, and attacked Gao Yu Shiyan without hesitation.

"boom--"

The sound of a violent collision resounded through the night sky, and smoke and dust instantly engulfed Gao Yu Shiyan.

In Juansuo's opinion, this attack should be enough to kill the man in front of him.

He had no interest in awakened players; after all, they were just there to make up the numbers.

Apart from Hiromi Hikari, he didn't feel that anyone had any special potential.

However, the sound that came the next moment startled Juansuo slightly.

"Wow! You...you stinky monk, are you planning to kill someone--!?" Gao Yu Fumihiko crawled out of the hole caused by the explosion as if nothing had happened, and he seemed to be completely uninjured.

His face was covered in dust, but his eyes were gleaming with anger.

"Unforgivable!! I will definitely send you to prison--!! Just wait for me!!"

Gao Yu Shiyan roared and rushed towards Juansuo, his figure appearing even taller in the moonlight.

"What happened just now?"

Juansuo stared coldly at Gao Yushiyan, his heart filled with unprecedented doubts and murderous intent. He had clearly launched an attack, but the power seemed to be swallowed up by something silently, without causing any substantial damage.

"It's not that the attack was ineffective against him...it's that...the attack was somehow neutralized by him!"

Gao Yu Shiyan looked at Juansuo's frown and a smug smile appeared on his face, as if everything was within his expectations.

"There are many things in this world that make people excited, right?" He paused deliberately, his eyes sweeping over Juansuo, as if he was appreciating her reaction. "And the most exciting thing is naturally when the comedian who was originally arranged to make up the numbers unexpectedly makes the whole audience burst into laughter, right!?"

Juansuo was silent for a moment after hearing this, and responded with a gloomy look: "You are right."

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions. He admitted that he had underestimated the guy in front of him named Gao Yu Fumihiko. This guy's strength was unfathomable and he was definitely not just a comedian.

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Time passed a little bit, the night grew darker, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.

In a corner far away from the battlefield, the angel in Kurusu's body was giving everyone a crucial suggestion.

"We should take the opportunity to attack Kinso before Gojo Satoru and Sukuna decide the winner." The angel's voice was calm, but it was full of unquestionable determination. "Even if we can defeat Sukuna, if Kinso succeeds and allows the humans in Japan to assimilate with Tengen Chaoduplication, then everything we do will be meaningless."

Everyone fell into deep thought after hearing this.

Hyō Kinji was the first to break the silence. He frowned and said, "But according to the general rules added by Kinsoku, only by destroying all the players can the death return be ended. This is the condition for achieving assimilation, right? If we raid him now, won't that disrupt the original plan?"

"Then there's nothing to worry about, right?" Yuta Otsutsuki said, his eyes firm and deep. "Senior Kou and I are also among the players who have returned from the Death Annihilation Tour. As long as we are alive, at least during the battle with Sukuna, Kinu's goal will not be achieved. Therefore, we can completely look for opportunities to raid Kinu while ensuring our own safety."

As Yuta Okkotsu finished his words, everyone fell silent again.

“If we pour cold water on them now and say that even if we can beat Sukuna, it will be in vain if all the players here are wiped out… that would seem a bit too tactless.” Kusakabe stood aside, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

It was late at night, the stars were dim, and only the lights in the conference room were on. Everyone's faces were filled with tension and seriousness.

He listened to the discussions of the audience and couldn't help but complain silently in his heart.

Although Sanlun and the others are also players, they did not participate in the upcoming battle.

For them, discussing such negative topics does not seem to make much sense.

The atmosphere in the conference room became increasingly solemn.

Everyone's breathing could be heard clearly, as if even the air had frozen.

"But what if Gojo Satoru loses, and Kinsuo's side takes the initiative to launch a surprise attack?" The angel's voice was particularly clear in the silence, with a hint of worry.

Kusakabe frowned slightly, he understood that the angel's worry was not groundless. After all, if Gojo Satoru really lost, then the situation on their side would become even more passive.

"...Indeed, Sukuna alone is enough to overwhelm us, so please let us go." Hearing this, Hyōkinji sighed, revealing a deep helplessness in his tone.

The angel paused, and continued, "Even if he didn't come to attack, even if we narrowly defeated Sukuna after Gojo Satoru was defeated, Kinso would still be able to reap the benefits."

Hearing this, Kusakabe couldn't help but interrupt and said, "If it's a one-man raid, I feel that Zenin should have a certain chance of winning. But isn't it a bit ridiculous to divide the combat power before the battle of Sukuna? Besides, we can't just pick random assassins. Even if they are level one, I'm afraid we are not capable of it..."

"You mean it's beyond your ability?" Mingming corrected silently after hearing this. Her eyes moved around Kusakabe, as if she could see through his thoughts.

Kusakabe curled his lips slightly and smiled awkwardly: "You are really thoughtful! You have discovered this."

Everyone was silent for a while, as if thinking about how to deal with this difficult problem.

As the night deepened, the wind outside the window grew stronger, rustling the leaves. The lights in the conference room flickered, and the shadows of the people cast mottled patterns on the wall. "I have a history of deserting the battlefield, so I have to be excluded." At this moment, Mingming suddenly raised her hand and spoke. Although her voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by everyone.

Kusakabe was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Mingming to exclude him so directly. But think about it, after all, she had such an experience before, and it is not appropriate to let her carry out such a dangerous mission now.

"I recommend Gao Yu Fumihiko." At this time, the angel's voice sounded again. She seemed to have already thought of the candidate and recommended him without hesitation.

"Are you talking about that inexplicable player?" Hearing this, Hyūga Kinji frowned slightly, and a few drops of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead. He really couldn't see what was so special about Gao Yu Fumihiko, let alone that he could deal with an opponent of Kinso's level alone.

Kusakabe also complained somewhat speechlessly: "So far, the only impression he gives me is that of a naked runner."

As he spoke, he shook his head, as if trying to get rid of this ridiculous picture from his mind.

The angel spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful: "If I reveal it here, it might weaken the effect of his spell."

There was an unquestionable majesty in her words.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but feel a little confused. They looked at each other and saw the same confusion in each other's eyes. What on earth needed to be so mysterious?
The angel looked around, her eyes swept across everyone's face, and finally stopped on Hyōjinji. She took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice: "His technique is..."

As the angel's words fell, the entire castle seemed to fall into silence.

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Everyone held their breath, afraid of missing any details. A tense atmosphere filled the air.

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Time returns to the present.

The night was as dark as ink, and the only weak light flickered in the darkness, as if it would go out at any time. There was an indescribable sense of tension in the air around, as if something big was about to happen.

"All of them!!" Juansuo's voice echoed in the empty night sky, with a hint of despair and unwillingness. He looked at Gao Yu Shiyan in front of him, frowning, with deep doubt and anger in his eyes.

All his attacks were ineffective against this man.

Gao Yu Fumihiko stood there, allowing the silk thread's shikigami to attack him, as if those attacks were just insignificant tickles to him. He continued his performance while muttering irrelevant words, completely ignoring the existence of the silk thread.

"This is a cartoon world, it's okay! Ahhhh it hurts!! " Although Gao Yu Fumihiko was shouting in pain, there was not a single scar on his body.

Juansuo felt a chill in his heart as he watched this scene. His technique actually had no effect on this man.

"None of my spells are working!!" There was a hint of fear in Juansuo's voice.

He looked at Gao Yu Shiyan, trying to find a flaw in him. However, all he saw was the man's unfathomable eyes and a disdainful smile.

However, Junsuo did not give up. He saw a little bit of Gao Yu Fuyan's technique, and his heart was moved.

He tried to test it out: "There is no such line in the original Yu-Gi-Oh."

Gao Yu Shiyan laughed disdainfully when he heard this. He glanced at the silk rope and continued to perform his own show: "Haha...long-haired monk. You can't beat me."

Listening to Gao Yu Fumihiko's words, a surge of anger surged in Kinso's heart. However, he did not lose his mind because of this. On the contrary, he analyzed the situation more calmly.

"I'm afraid this guy's technique is to create phenomena!!" Kinso already had the answer in his mind. He looked at Takahashi Fumihiko, his eyes revealing a hint of determination. He must find a way to crack this man's technique, otherwise he will have no chance of winning.

"He can materialize whatever he thinks in his mind and force it to become reality! If things go wrong... all the techniques and skills I've mastered after thousands of years of practice will be useless against him! I didn't expect there would be such a player." Juansuo's heart was filled with helplessness and emotion.

He looked at Gao Yu Shiyan in front of him and asked again: "Who are you...?"

"I'm from Guoguo Office, Takaha Fumihiko." Takaha Fumihiko introduced himself with a smile. His smile revealed a hint of pride and satisfaction: "I'm not bragging, but I made it to the first round of P-1 last year."

"P-1? Is it the comedy show that is poorly recorded?" Kinsuo asked with some confusion. He didn't know much about this so-called P-1 program, and didn't know why Takahashi Fumihiko mentioned it so proudly.

However, his words seemed to have touched Takaha Fumihiko's sore spot. Takaha Fumihiko's face suddenly turned gloomy. He glared at Kinsoku and said angrily: "You are now making an enemy of all the stand-up comedians in Japan...!!"

"I'm just kidding." Juansuo raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and continued jokingly, "You are obviously waiting for me to complain, 'You were eliminated in the first round!?' It's so disgusting. If you were waiting to complain, 'Even an amateur can pass the first round,' it would be equally disgusting."

He seemed to have seen through Gao Yu Shiyan's thoughts.

The air around them seemed to freeze for a moment, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across Gao Yu Shiyan's face. He couldn't help but complain: "You unruly monk...!!"

There was a hint of helplessness and anger in his words.

Juansuo didn't take it seriously. He smiled softly and continued, "So it's from Guoguo Office. I thought it was from Pony."

There was a hint of sarcasm and ridicule in his tone, as if he didn't think much of Takahashi Fumihiko's firm.

Gao Yu Fumihiko took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He calmed down and said with renewed spirit: "Many people have said so. Because there are artists I admire in the institute. I grew up watching Laughing Dogs."

There was a firmness and pride in his voice.

Juansuo was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, he was able to continue the conversation: "It's not the Kingdom of Vocabulary? But considering your age, it's correct."

There was a kind and casualness in his words, as if he was very interested in Gao Yu Fumihiko's topic.

Gao Yu Fumihiko looked at Junsuo with some confusion, thinking to himself: "Huh... why do I feel like this person might be easier to talk to than I expected?"

He couldn't help but ask, "I say, why do you do this?"

"This kind of thing?" Juansuo didn't know what he was referring to, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

"You let people kill each other, and you want to combine them into a monster!" Gao Yu Fumihiko explained, with anger and confusion in his voice. (End of this chapter)