Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

——The storm is coming.

The girl's pretty face had an extremely calm expression. Her eyes, which usually sparkled with stars, were now like a cold deep pool without the slightest ripple.

Shokuhou Misaki's slender hands trembled slightly, transmitting a rhythm that carried an inexplicable signal.

Because of the previous disaster, Academy City’s armaments are ready and can be deployed in this battle at any time.

Accelerator and Kamijou Touma, who were not far away, also noticed the situation here and turned their attention over.

But the girl understood that compared with the current situation, this action would not help at all.

She raised her head and solemnly observed the thin monk in front of her who was as thin as a dead tree.

He was wearing a purple robe that was a little too gorgeous for a monk, and the collar behind his head stood up high like a flame.

Judging from the shining gold collage on the outside of the robe, the first thing that onlookers feel is probably deep desire rather than Buddha nature.

The long sword he held in his hand, made of pure gold and serving as a cane, further aggravated this stereotype.

But the monk's appearance was enough to correct these deviations.

Deathly grey skin, skinny as a stick...or rather, a dried limb with a layer of human skin attached to the bones.

Even with his aura that could not be ignored, he gave people the impression of being somewhere between a decayed old man and a resurrected corpse.

The most eye-catching thing is the pupils revealed in the deep eye sockets.

The whites of the eyes were pitch black, appearing cold and cruel, while the irises were a brutal green like a wild beast.

Shokuhou Misaki recognized this posture.

After knowing the connection between the demon god and magic, she used the learning device to cram on the deification ceremonies of various religions. The monk in front of her, both in terms of dress and features, perfectly conformed to the ceremony of becoming a Buddha.

This is a rather special ritual, unlike the golden Buddha statues sculpted by incense and the living Buddhas who gain recognition through their achievements and knowledge.

A monk who wishes to attain Buddhahood needs to lock himself in a small basement, without food or water, and remain in a meditative posture until the last moment of his life, until he becomes a mummy.

If one is pushed to this point and can still retain faith and an unwavering attitude in the face of death, he can be called a Buddha in this life.

That's right.

The worst happened.

Although the demons have no interest in ruling the world or humans, considering their different personalities and backgrounds, it is possible that there are freaks who want to personally participate in the fights between mortals.

But since he had already decided to get involved, why did he greet them with attacks like earthquakes and giants, which were just jokes to him?
"It's just for a very simple reason."

The abbot spoke succinctly, as if to save time. "Just as Othinus cannot be ranked with the true demon gods like us, I am not as noble as other demon gods in terms of perseverance."

He grinned with the corners of his dry mouth, showing a smiling expression as if he was reminiscing.

The demon god known as Sengzheng is obviously different from other demon gods of the same kind.

But this is not because the name is not well-known in the Buddhist context.

In the process of venting their anger on the world as they please, there are not many people who lose their names in religion, but it is not an exception among demons.

The reason why Sengjong is different from other demon gods is that he was not given a name by the Buddhist aspect at the beginning.

Although he performed the ritual perfectly and gained the power of the Incarnation Buddha, that is, the power of the demon god.

But unlike the Nordic phases where the theme is struggle, in the Buddhist phase, which is closely related to all living beings, possessing power is not a condition for becoming a Buddha.

The first half of the ceremony, which can be controlled by the abbot himself, can only ensure that he obtains the power of "God", but after experiencing death and gaining power, the next process is the most important.

That is to say, let all living beings examine his achievements and recognize his status.

The Buddhist phase of being reborn from all living things and elevating the soul with great aspirations allowed the monk to transcend the six realms and become a Buddha in his mortal body in just one lifetime, becoming a complete demon god.

While enjoying this superior condition, he naturally has to bear the disadvantages that come with it.

Due to the political factors of his temple origin, the monk's achievements were forcibly denied.

He was not recognized, not worshipped, and not given the proper Buddhist name and responsibilities.

Therefore, such a monk is just a confused and hesitant {demon} who has an obsession to save all living beings but does not know the right and wrong of the path, the good and evil of the behavior.

“So, although I am also looking forward to the seventh path that does not exist in the six paths, I also have a lingering attachment to this world.”

The mummy-like old man spoke frankly.

"Compared to other demons who are gathering information and preparing for answers, being unwilling to give up for the present is also a way to satisfy me."

"Do you understand? Although the God of Purification and Demon Slayer seems to have been distorted by this guy from the Cross Church, as long as the core is still there, there is still a possibility of correction."

The monk narrowed his eyes slightly, and a bright light flashed in his pupils.

"You are just like this world. It is not a problem that you have changed beyond recognition. As long as you are aware of it, I am still willing to give you a chance to correct it."

God purifies demons...

Shokuhou Misaki was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood.

In a sense, magicians are quite pure creatures.

For the meaning represented by the magic name, one can give up everything and do whatever one wants.

Even if you go astray, you must fulfill your original wish.

But if a wish that you thought you might spend a lifetime to accomplish is fulfilled in just a few seconds, then what should you do with the remaining energy?

However, unlike other demon gods who more or less knew how to make their wishes come true and completely gave up after being disappointed, the abbot was even worse.

Because he can't even judge how far he is from his wishes.

Just as Roland had told her, in the story called The Magician Killer.

He only knows that he wants to achieve world peace, but knows nothing about the process and the Holy Grail, so he puts his hope in the omnipotent wish-granting machine.

But compared to the man who reversed the order of process and result, Sengzheng's behavior was a little more exaggerated.

Without any standards, he couldn't even tell which was closer to the peace in his heart: materializing all people's souls to achieve eternal life or letting the black mud devour all life.

For this reason, an arbitrator who can judge the degree of distortion as the world's benchmark is necessary.

It must be until he is willing to stoop to test the world and extend an invitation.

Thinking of this, Shokuhou Misaki took a deep breath, brushed her long honey-colored hair, and revealed her usual gorgeous smile.

In her calm pupils, the monk's decaying body was being covered by a shadow like a huge wave.

That was a symbol of the target that the Afei Legion had already arrived at.

Not only her, but also Accelerator and Kamijou Touma who had already arrived were the same.

They heard clearly the abbot's speech without lowering his voice, but despite their thoughtful expressions, they both raised their fists at the same time.

"Although I don't quite understand what your purpose is, in short, you want to destroy the current world! In that case, I will never let this fantasy come true!" Because he did not come into contact with the truth as deeply as in the original work, Kamijou Touma still has some vague understanding of demons and crises.

But this did not prevent him from clearly realizing one thing.

A person who has the power to destroy the earth is still willing to spend time building cities to preserve existing life. Even if he is a bad person, he is not completely bad.

It's not like Kamijou Touma had never heard complaints about the authoritarian system at Blue Dream.

But as long as the world he sees, everything he knows, touches and sees, is still moving towards greater happiness and freedom, then he will resolutely stop any existence that wants to destroy this balance.

Such an action made the monk shake his skull which was attached to his skin and reveal a somewhat surprised expression.

It would have been fine if he had just rejected his invitation or refuted his remarks, but the fact that they would draw their swords against each other without hesitation was beyond his expectations.

"It's fine for the God of Purification and Roland's followers. He may not understand the truth of the matter yet and is focused on saving people. But you are the same. The control Roland has put on you is clearly in your mind, isn't it?"

"That kind of thing doesn't matter anymore!"

Accelerator snorted coldly, "I don't have any dreams, but at least I can protect this guy's dreams."

"As long as this goal can be achieved, it doesn't matter what orders are given or what the enemy is like! Anyway, I have already tried to punch the devil!"

"You ungrateful little brat!"

The monk was pounding his shoulder, looking like he had a headache.

Before the rolling black wings touched him, he waved his hands with a rather impatient expression.

Then, a giant dragon-like earth arm rose from the ground again and smashed straight towards Accelerator.

Because of the real-time link to the Index of Prohibited Books, Accelerator soon revealed a hideous smile.

Compared with the previous clay giant, this is just an old trick with the words in the title changed, and even the numbers haven't changed.

For him who had already completed the analysis, there was no problem at all.

So, he flapped his wings behind him once again and rushed forward like a cannonball, intending to keep this strange enemy as far away from Kamijou Touma as possible.

However, when he actually touched the clay hand that had not changed at all, the expression on Accelerator's face changed in horror.

"boom--"

Without even a cry of pain, he flew out like thunder at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

What’s going on? The data hasn’t changed, but the results are completely different... Hm, is it the power of the Six Paths of Buddhism?

Shokuhou Misaki, who received Index's message at the same time, narrowed her eyes and smiled bitterly to herself.

Even though she didn't know much about magic, from the information in her mind, she roughly understood that this was a power that could not change anything even if she noticed the clues.

"You actually attacked the demon god... You guys are really interesting."

The monk suddenly laughed and looked with amusement at the few people who dared to show hostility towards him.

For the demon god, there are no enemies other than his own kind.

The so-called hostility is the process of trying to use violence to redeem, prove, and make up for some shortcomings.

But for the demon god who can create on the canvas called the world with just the movement of a finger, money, fame, status, past, facts, and even lost life are no exception.

Everything can be satisfied.

Therefore, if it is a being other than the demon gods, no matter how many attacks they suffer, they have no reason to fight back, just like humans know that there are harmless but useless bacteria in the intestines, but they will not deliberately expel them.

"Even though it's worthless courage, how about at least having some self-awareness?"

"That's wrong. It's because we know the situation that we act without hesitation."

Although she wanted to cast her gaze towards Kamijou Touma who was running towards Accelerator, Shokuhou Misaki was neither angry nor uneasy, and she still calmly watched the monk in front of her with a provocative smile.

"Just like that invitation, no matter how nice you sound, a fantasy is still a fantasy."

Shokuhou Misaki narrowed her eyes slightly, and her voice was crisp and pleasant.

“There’s nothing wrong with dwelling on a bright future, but if you can’t even hold on to what you already have, it’s just empty talk.”

"So, compared to this guy who is trying to do meaningless things with empty talk, the lunatic who is moving forward step by step towards the delusion of having the best of both worlds even though he knows that he may not succeed is more worthy of following, right?"

"Although the possibility is very small, maybe we can snatch victory from this enemy who is ignorant of the immensity of the world and uses empty fantasies to satisfy his own existence?"

"..."

Looking at the confident girl, the old man who had been so righteous just now suddenly became furious.

The so-called finite will return to nothingness when it reaches the extreme.

Therefore, the so-called infinity is not to satisfy people, but to lose the desire for everything from the greatest undertakings to the most insignificant things.

Precisely because there is no standard, the monk wants to fill his own emptiness and confusion by gradually conquering Kamijou Touma and the forces established by Roland, who has already found his way.

But unexpectedly, I met someone like Shokuhou Misaki, who has a sharp tongue but is also able to keenly perceive people's hearts.

The monk had a gloomy expression and frowned, staring at the blonde girl murderously.

"You foolish dreamer, you want to face the devil with your sword, and take away the qualification of victory, which even your master cannot have!"

As if he was angry and humiliated, the monk raised the golden sword in his hand again and smashed it down heavily.

"Don't mention that he is not here now. Even if he were here, I, as a senior, would make him understand why the Demon God is the Demon God!"

The moment the words fell, two huge mud hands suddenly rose up under the control of the monk and angrily grabbed Shokuhou Misaki.

The abbot had lost his patience and planned to use the death of his enemy to wash away his dissatisfaction.

Shokuhou Misaki was slightly surprised that the legendary demon god was easier to break than Misaka Mikoto. She gritted her teeth, raised her head without fear, and was about to fight to the death -

"Gala——"

A strange and deafening sound was heard.

That was the sound of a strong wind sweeping in, and that was a figure floating in the air.

Under Shokuhou Misaki's astonished and puzzled gaze, the head above the neck of the monk, who had just had a look of arrogance, suddenly began to spin violently like a top.

Its rapid rotation speed, intense power, and the toughness of the demon's body instantly created a rare human helicopter.

"Even if it's me, I don't have the qualifications to take away the victory of the Demon God?"

In the violent wind that swept across the battlefield, the hand of light on his right shoulder remained in a waving posture, and the young man smiled softly from a high position.

He stared at the ridiculous scene with his real red pupils, and his gentle and indifferent voice was filled with undisguised contempt.

"...How about you at least have some self-awareness?" (End of this chapter)