Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Unexpectedly, the left hand Nightstar had been using to lift the beautiful female ghost's chin instantly transformed into a pale ghost hand, grabbing her extremely beautiful face and slamming her head forcefully against the hard wall beside them.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

After slamming her for nearly thirty seconds, Nightstar released the beautiful female ghost's head, slightly opened his mouth, and inhaled the black energy she had transformed into.

"Heh heh, I'm in Saint Mode right now, frighteningly calm. You think you can pull that on me? Huh?"

Not seeing the interesting scene he had anticipated, Nightsky felt somewhat disappointed.

He stepped out from the shadows, shaking his head.

"Looks like you've taken care of things on your end."

Nightstar turned to face Nightsky, smiling.

"How about your side?"

"Killed him."

Nightsky replied blandly, then said softly,

"That guy wasn't affected by evil spirits; he was just purely evil."

Nightstar chuckled, not taking it to heart.

"That's natural. There's evil in this world that even evil spirits can't match. You can't blame everything on evil spirits."

"You're actually defending evil spirits now?"

"Of course. I'm all about being kind to spirits. Eating is eating, talking is talking, separate matters entirely."

...

Three hours later, at ten o'clock in the morning, inside the hotel room.

"Too perfect!"

Kitagawa Marin scrutinized herself in the mirror, feeling as though she had transformed into her favorite character, Kuroe Shizuku. Her eyes, adorned with purple contacts, sparkled.

She turned to look at Kawasaki Saki, smiling sweetly.

"Saki, the costume you made is just too good!"

Kawasaki Saki's face flushed slightly, and she cleared her throat, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Well, as long as you're satisfied."

Kawasaki Saki glanced at the sunlight outside the window, a worried expression on her face.

"But, aren't you hot? After all, this outfit is quite thick."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I brought cooling pads."

Just then, there was a knock on the hotel room door.

"Coming!"

Kitagawa Marin ran to open the door, and was immediately stunned. After a few seconds, she exclaimed in amazement.

"Wow, Nightstar, you look so much like him!"

She stepped aside, pointing to Nightstar, who was cosplaying as "Kamen," wearing a pure black mask and a black coat, and looked at Kawasaki Saki.

"Saki, look, it's practically him in person!"

"Yes... yes, it is."

Kawasaki Saki nodded reluctantly, feeling quite helpless inside.

Guess what?

It's not just like him; it is him.

Chapter 197: A Cosplay Event with a Changing Room Doll, Drawing Tally Marks on Thighs

Kawasaki Saki looked at Nightstar, who was wearing a black coat and a pure black mask, recalling the scene in the Ferris wheel cabin that day when she witnessed him transform and save her sister. Her heart couldn't help but flutter, and she said with a slightly flushed face.

"Yeah, he's really handsome."

"Oh, really?"

Kitagawa Marin made a meaningful sound, smiling as she looked at Kawasaki Saki.

"Saki, I asked if he looked like him, but you're praising him as handsome. What does that mean?"

"You..."

Kawasaki Saki knew she had fallen into Kitagawa Marin's verbal trap and couldn't help but glare at her, lowering her voice.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll take off the costume I made from your body, okay?"

"Hehe, aren't I allowed to speak the truth?"

"Marin! You..."

Seeing Kawasaki Saki and Kitagawa Marin playfully bickering, Nightstar casually remarked from the side.

"While I'd love to see you two tearing each other's clothes off, isn't it time to leave?"

"Ah, that's right."

Kitagawa Marin took out her phone and glanced at it, realizing it was already past ten o'clock. She quickly got up and tidied herself up.

"The event starts at half-past ten; we really need to hurry."

Kawasaki Saki waved her hand, resting her chin on her hand.

"Remember to take lots of pictures."

Then, Kawasaki Saki looked at Nightstar, hesitated for a moment, pursed her lips, and finally whispered.

"Be careful."

"Look at you worrying."

Before Nightstar could reply, Kitagawa Marin said with a smile.

"Don't worry, it's just a cosplay event. We'll be back in the afternoon. I'm just borrowing your Nightstar for a few hours."

Watching Kitagawa Marin and Nightstar's departing figures, Kawasaki Saki's face flushed slightly, and she muttered to herself.

"What 'your Nightstar'... Honestly, she's always saying nonsense."

Then, Kawasaki Saki sighed softly, feeling a little worried.

Kitagawa Marin doesn't know the truth and thinks this is just a normal anime convention.

But Kawasaki Saki, as an insider, knows that this is not cosplay at all.

This is the criminal "Kamen" spending several hours in public, even having to take photos and chat with people.

Will there really be no problems?

...

Meanwhile, after leaving the hotel, Kitagawa Marin and Nightstar boarded a train heading towards Akihabara.

"Phew, thankfully we made it."

Kitagawa Marin, wearing a heavy black gauze skirt, had beads of sweat on her forehead from the running just now.

She took out a pack of tissues from her bag, pulled one out, and handed it to Nightstar beside her, smiling.

"Nightstar, you should wipe off the sweat too."

"No need."

Nightstar waved his hand. Although he was also wearing a stuffy black coat and a pure black mask, he wasn't panting like Kitagawa Marin from the running.

"I see, you're the holder of three track and field records, your stamina is much better than mine."

Kitagawa Marin wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at Nightstar beside her, curiously.

"But... although I've already said it once, I still want to say it again, you really look like 'Kamen', whether it's your figure or this... how should I put it..."

Seeing Kitagawa Marin struggling to find the right words, Nightstar chuckled and reminded her.

"This innate aura of posing?"

Kitagawa Marin was stunned for a moment, then laughed sheepishly.

"Um... although it's a bit vulgar, your adjective... is quite accurate. In short, it's that special aura that makes you stand out in a crowd."

Nightstar asked confidently.

"Then I'm different from him. Can't I be noticed at a glance because I'm handsome?"

Kitagawa Marin sighed, holding her forehead helplessly.

"You're too narcissistic."

Then, she flashed a sweet smile.

"But that's exactly what fits 'Kamen's' special aura."

As the two were talking, a little girl, about seven or eight years old, suddenly ran up to Nightstar, looked at the pure black mask on his face, and the hem of the coat that Kawasaki Saki had cut to imitate a burning effect, and asked curiously, tilting her head.

"Excuse me, are you cosplaying 'Kamen'?"

Fearing that Nightstar would say something abstract, Kitagawa Marin replied first.

"Little girl, you know 'Kamen' too?"

The little girl nodded seriously.

"Yes, 'Kamen' is my idol. Can we take a picture together? Big sister."

"Sure, no problem."

Kitagawa Marin took the phone handed over by the little girl's mother, and seeing the little girl sitting directly on Nightstar's lap, making a peace sign in a close pose, she couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"It's done."

The little girl took the phone and looked at the photo, then returned the phone to her mother, and bowed very politely to Kitagawa Marin and Nightstar.

"Thank you, big brother, thank you, big sister."

After the little girl returned to her seat, Kitagawa Marin seemed to suddenly remember something and smiled at Nightstar beside her.

"By the way, did you know? In the online survey a while ago, 'Kamen's' approval rating among male netizens was 72%, but among women, it was as high as 84%, especially among children under ten, where the approval rating even exceeded 90%."

"Wow, I'm so popular?"

Hearing Nightstar say this in the first person, Kitagawa Marin gently punched his shoulder, her eyes filled with laughter.

"You're really a natural coser; you've already gotten into character? I'm talking about 'Kamen', not you. Anyway, 'Kamen's' approval rating is especially high. Look at Saki's sister, Kyoka, she's also a loyal fan of 'Kamen'."

Nightstar nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, 'Kamen' is too excellent. Such an excellent person should have a harem."

"What are you talking about? Maybe 'Kamen' is actually a woman?"

"Absolutely impossible."

...

When they arrived at the event site, Kitagawa Marin looked at the beautifully landscaped open-air plaza in front of her, where cosers wearing various costumes had already gathered in groups of twos and threes. Her eyes were shining.

"This is... a cosplay event. It's my first time here."

Kitagawa Marin muttered to herself, then looked at Nightstar beside her, smiling sweetly.

"Being able to participate in a cosplay event with you for the first time is really great."

As soon as Nightstar and Kitagawa Marin arrived at the scene, they immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding people.

Nightstar playing "Kamen" himself, with a one-to-one recreation, naturally goes without saying.

Kitagawa Marin's cosplay of Kuroe Shizuku, with the costume made by Kawasaki Saki's exquisite craftsmanship, and the makeup she had carefully applied early in the morning, also had a super high degree of recreation, as if the character had descended into reality.

The key is...

"This character of yours doesn't seem like a proper character, does it?"

"Eh? Not proper?"