Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

“At that moment, the world would usher in change.”

… …

Meanwhile, in the train car within the area merged with the Reverse World.

“Nightstar-kun!”

Seeing Nightstar walking over from the other end of the car, Totsuka Saika hurriedly ran over. Although her tone was anxious, it was clearly out of concern for Nightstar, without much fear or nervousness. She simply pointed out the window at the black figures that were already within ten meters of the train and quickly spoke.

“You… you look outside… what exactly are these things…”

“I don’t know either.”

Nightstar shook his head. During his movement, he noticed that the black figures outside the car were not moving with him.

Clearly, although he was the main target of this evil spirit attack, after being pulled into the Reverse World, everyone present had been targeted by those evil spirits.

“Saika, first gather the people from our school together, don’t run around, just stay here…”

Just as Nightstar was speaking, already considering in his mind whether to use the ability of Shinjin Touma later, regardless of anything else, to first drag the culprit who had the ability to pull ordinary people into the Reverse World into the little black room to have a good mutual beating, the view in front of him suddenly began to flicker, and he also heard a kind of buzzing noise like an electric current microphone, which was unbearable.

“Nightstar-kun?”

Seeing Nightstar's expression as if he was suddenly stunned, Totsuka Saika couldn't help but reach out and tug at his sleeve, her eyes filled with concern and worry.

“Is something wrong?”

At this time, in Nightstar's vision, Totsuka Saika's fair and lovely face was distorted and cracked as if she was in a raging fire. Her fair and smooth skin turned charred, and her high-quality silver hair curled up due to the high temperature, emitting a smell like burnt meat.

The train car was twisted and deformed, like a dilapidated abstract painting adorned with charred corpses and the rancid smell of burning human fat.

And only Nightstar himself stood among them, the last survivor in this ruin.

At this point, the picture suddenly disappeared.

“Another disaster prediction…”

Nightstar shook his head, letting his mind regain clarity, and didn't say much. He just continued the previous topic, smiling lightly as he spoke.

“Saika, gather the people from our school, and as many passengers as possible, into the other end of the car. Tell them not to run around, but if anyone doesn’t listen, don’t bother with them. Just prioritize the people from our school.”

“Okay, I understand.”

Although Totsuka Saika didn't know why Nightstar wanted to do this, she had received help from him before, and she had absolute blind trust in this Nightstar-kun. Without the slightest hesitation, she simply nodded slightly and went to prepare to gather the students from Soubu High School together.

Watching Totsuka Saika's figure walking away into the distance, a beautiful woman dressed in black mourning clothes, dressed like a… deceased person, suddenly appeared beside Nightstar.

“Master.”

Nightstar pointed to the black figures approaching the train and said indifferently.

“Go clear those things away.”

“Understood.”

Transforming into human form was Onimaru Kunitsuna's exclusive ability, or rather, because her master was Nightstar, and in Nightstar's concept, a long sword with independent spirituality should have the ability to transform into human form, so she was able to transform into human form.

Simply put, it was an extension of "Ork Logic."

Like Mitsurugi Seika, Touma Kazusa, and Shinomiya Kaguya, who also held one of the Five Swords Under Heaven, Mikazuki Munechika, Juzumaru Tsunetsugu, and Dojigiri Yasutsuna, did not possess such abilities. At most, during battle, the sword and the user could resonate with each other due to their own spirituality, achieving a sense of seamless coordination.

Through the disaster prediction just now, Nightstar had roughly guessed what SERN wanted to do.

It was nothing more than creating an explosion, making himself the only survivor. Not only would he have to accept police questioning, but he would also be watched by reporters and the outside world. If they added fuel to the fire… they would dig out those reports of his previous interviews, plus the news about Sakurajima Mai and Toyohama Nodoka, the sisters who had been making the most noise and generating the most heat in the entertainment industry recently, combining it with his previous relationship with Sakurajima Mai, to expose his true identity to the sunlight.

Too much attention meant that if he still wanted to continue hiding his psychic identity, he would be bound.

Of course, there was also a second option.

“Become a god…”

Nightstar shook his head, a look of disdain on his face.

“How could a hunter willingly become food? What a laughable and ridiculous statement.”

Just after Onimaru Kunitsuna passed through the car, a few seconds hadn't even passed, a chilling, biting cold wind suddenly blew into the car.

The windows of the Shinkansen could not be opened. Due to the sudden stop, the doors were not opened either. The entire car was like a metal coffin, completely without any gaps for the outside wind to blow in, which made this gust of cold wind even more strange.

“Found you…”

Nightstar turned his head and saw that this time, what appeared in front of him was still the bandaged monster that had been eaten just now, with the same appearance, only with some differences in size, several evil spirits of the same kind.

“Yo, you can speak now?”

Nightstar looked at the leading bandaged monster, nearly three meters tall, who had to bend over in the car to avoid hitting his head on the top, and said with interest.

“What did you come to me for? Did you think I was too tired from traveling and wanted to give me a treat?”

The leading bandaged monster raised the axe in his hand and aimed it at Nightstar standing there. The blood-stained bandages on his mouth rippled, and he slowly spoke in a low tone.

“In your body… there is a soul that does not belong to you… return it…”

“Return?”

Nightstar showed a kind smile.

“That was originally mine. That’s called returning something to its original owner.”

“That is not yours…”

“You talk too much nonsense.”

Nightstar directly interrupted the bandaged monster's words. His figure flashed, and he had already appeared in front of the other party. A huge pale ghost hand instantly protruded in mid-air, grabbing the bandaged monster's huge head. With a slight force in his fingers, he crushed it into a cloud of black mist, which he swallowed into his stomach.

“So weak, I can’t even get full.”

Looking at another bandaged monster, swinging a blood-stained axe over his head, Nightstar just stood still. A burst of black mist emerged above his head, forming something like a heavy shield, blocking the other party's heavy axe with a muffled collision sound.

“I told you, you are too weak.”

At the same time that Nightstar said these words, a series of muffled footsteps suddenly came from the front of the car.

He looked up and saw that all he could see were tall, bandaged figures holding blood-stained axes and linen bundles, surging forward one after another.

“Interesting, this is interesting.”

Seeing the endless stream of enemies rushing towards him, a long-lost excitement and joy appeared in Ye Xing's eyes. Black flames wrapped around his body, transforming him into the form of 'Mask,' a white smiling face appearing on the black mask.

“Looks like today will be another delightful culinary journey.”

… …

Meanwhile, the SERN members who were originally outside the danger zone waited for ten minutes and discovered that the train still hadn't started moving.

The leading SERN member glanced at the time and spoke slowly, with no emotion discernible in his voice, only a faint tone.

“It seems our plan has failed. 'Mask' has made a different choice from what Amadeus predicted.”

“Yes…”

Another SERN member nodded.

“I have already sent the message back. This kind of intelligence should be very valuable to the Doctor. Even though we have been fighting 'Mask' for decades, we still don't know all of his abilities… This guy… is the target we must eliminate to liberate the world line.”

“Struggle, huh…”

Hearing the words of the SERN member, another SERN member recalled the memories of the timeline she was in.

Collapsing skyscrapers, sinking islands, corpses lying everywhere in tragic death.

High-end underground bases capable of defending against nuclear strikes were like paper in front of 'Mask' and his assistants, unable to even buy time.

And…

The reflection in the broken mirror was not her face, but a man's face, yet it was equivalent to her own.

From beginning to end, the SERN members were actually the same group of people.

When brain science had not yet been fully developed and the technology was still immature, SERN still recruited members and replenished manpower according to normal standards.

But after that chip and the technology of implanting memories were developed, SERN adopted a more efficient but unethical method.

Washing away all memories and then implanting the backed-up memories of those sacrificed members.

Although the body is not the original one, it is still equivalent to the original person.

It can be said that SERN has achieved a certain kind of immortality.

“Activate the backup plan.”

The SERN members nodded upon hearing the captain's order, took out the button to control the chip in their brains from their pockets, and pressed it without hesitation.

After a faint sound of electric current, the expressions and eyes of the seven SERN team members suddenly became exactly the same, as if they had been copied and pasted.

Without any words, the seven people walked slowly forward at the same time. Although their appearances, figures, and genders were different, each member was like a completely identical person to the others.

“Operation start.”

“Target: Eliminate 'Mask'.”

… …

On the other side, inside the train car.

The originally very sturdy train car was now riddled with dozens of holes of various sizes due to the recent battle, as dilapidated as furniture eaten by termites, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Huge black ghost hands and pale ghost hands stretched out at the same time, each grabbing the head of a bandaged monster and crushing it. After being crushed by them, the body of the bandaged monster turned into a cloud of black mist, which was swallowed into the belly of Ye Xing sitting there.

Looking at the bandaged monsters that were still pouring in endlessly, as if they were infinite, Ye Xing simply yawned, sat lazily in his seat like a passenger on a trip, and even had the leisure to smile and say to those bandaged monsters.

“Try harder, I don’t feel any pressure at all. Which delivery company are you from? Such good service?”

Ye Xing wasn't deliberately mocking them, but he really didn't feel any pressure.

He didn't even need to summon the full power of the black and white ghost hands. Just relying on these two ghost hands, he had already completed a perfect assembly line of eliminating evil spirits, eating evil spirits, and replenishing evil spirits.

If it weren't for the fact that he had to go to Tokyo tomorrow to participate in the tennis tournament, and the fact that he still had to feed the members of the Superpower Society, Ye Xing even thought about whether he should stay here for the rest of his life…

“Wait a moment.”

Thinking of this, Ye Xing's expression suddenly changed, and he stood up abruptly, looking at the bandaged monsters that were constantly pouring in, indignantly.

“So that's how it is, so that's how it is!”

“You actually want to use this method to make me happy and forget home.”

“You are too vicious, what a vicious plan!”

Chapter 420: Black Mist of Death, Black Figure Offering Conditions

Since they can speak, it means that the bandaged monster type of evil spirit has the kind of rational thinking ability. Although they are not as good as Tamamo-no-Mae, they obviously have basic intelligence.

Hearing Ye Xing say such words at this time, and with such an indignant attitude, the bandaged monster evil spirits would probably be crying if their expressions weren't so stiff.

Are we deliberately sending ourselves to you to eat?

Did you really think we were doing charity?

Isn't it because we can't beat you and can't do anything to you! ! ! ?

Just then, Ye Xing suddenly felt an extremely dangerous premonition coming from seven directions around him at the same time.

He didn't hesitate at all and dodged immediately, but after all, he was still a step too slow. He dodged the two bullets aimed at the left and right sides of his head, but the remaining five bullets hit his limbs and left chest respectively.

“Bang! ! ! ”

The sound of the train car window breaking didn't ring out until the bullets hit Ye Xing's body.

Feeling the pain coming from his body, he looked down and found that blood holes had appeared in the parts of his limbs and chest that were hit by the bullets.

“Bullets made of spiritual power…”

Being able to cause effective damage to him even when Ye Xing uses the ability of soul concretization to form an external defense, even the bullets of a heavy sniper rifle cannot achieve this effect.

Only the kind of firearms bullets created by spiritual power can achieve this effect.

And being able to create firearms and bullets with spiritual power, and possessing this kind of sniping technique that seals off dead angles…

“Hakai, huh… Seven of them came this time.”

Ye Xing quickly squatted down, found a dead angle position that could not be shot from outside the window, and muttered softly with black flames flickering in his eyes.

“Annihilate evil, the end of eight million.”

After reciting the liberation words, Ye Xing looked at the bandaged monster evil spirits that were constantly being crushed one by one by the pale ghost hands, but still surging forward one after another, and thought about the current situation in his mind.