Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

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The popularity of “Kira,” as played by Yagami Light, is really not the same as the popularity of “Mask,” represented by Yagami Star.

“Kira” belongs to the type who is either very worshipful and supportive, believing that what he does is changing this increasingly decadent world and purifying it, like a fervent fan.

Or, they believe he is a bloodthirsty, cold-blooded madman who arbitrarily decides the life and death of others based solely on his own will.

It is rare to find someone who neither supports nor opposes, maintaining a neutral attitude, because Yagami Light's philosophy is inherently inclined towards extremism.

“‘Kira’…”

Seeing Yagami Light's appearance, the elderly priest's dark purple pupils suddenly squeezed his original black pupils to the side, and even the Kusanagi Sword in his hand trembled, his voice sounding somewhat inhumanly eerie.

“Want to challenge me? Dare to be enemies with me, the Great God Atsuta? You are really seeking your own death.”

“We? No.”

Yagami Light shook his head, his pupils emitting a scarlet light. He drew from his waist a spirit-imbued long sword crafted by Master Miyamoto. Although it couldn't be considered a particularly powerful spiritual object, it was still much more useful than an ordinary long sword. He pointed the tip of the sword at the elderly priest standing there, or rather, the Great God Atsuta.

“You guys go first, I'll deal with this guy alone.”

Hearing Yagami Light's words, Kaguya Shinomiya frowned slightly beneath her mask, seemingly wanting to say something, but Yagami Star stopped her.

“It's okay, just leave it to him.”

Then, Yagami Star canceled the summoning of the black and white headless monster, leaving only a pale ghost hand floating there, leading Kaguya Shinomiya away. Before leaving, she smiled at Yagami Light standing there.

“Anyway, if you die, I would hate to have Hyakume save you.”

“Heh heh, I don’t need her to save me either.”

Being saved by Yagami Star or L would be one thing, but for Yotsuya Miko to use her time-reversal ability to save him was completely unacceptable to the proud Yagami Light.

Didn't you see that even in his Soul True Body, Emperor Sutoku, he didn't integrate Hyakume's eyeballs?

Death means failure, and failure means you don't deserve to live.

This is Yagami Light's extreme arrogance.

“Now…”

Yagami Light looked at the elderly priest standing there, holding the Kusanagi Sword. The feathered wings on his back disappeared, replaced by Emperor Sutoku, whom he summoned with all his spiritual power for the first time, his figure already exceeding ten meters in height.

“It’s time to eliminate you.”

“If you can do it, then try!”

Having been controlled by the Kusanagi Sword and completing the “dedication,” the elderly priest roared ferociously like a puppet.

“Come out, Yamata no Orochi!”

As the words fell, the elderly priest's wide priestly robes moved without wind, the clothes on his back bulged, and then burst open directly, extending four wide tails and four eyeless snake heads with fangs exposed.

“Is that it? Shouldn't it be called Four-Headed Serpent?”

Seeing the twisted monster emerging from the elderly priest's back, the surrounding onlookers showed expressions of horror, subconsciously pulling away a distance. However, Yagami Light, as the primary target of the enemy's hostility, only smiled and teased, seemingly not taking this self-proclaimed Yamata no Orochi seriously at all.

“You, who dare to offend the gods…”

The four eyeless snake heads lunged forward, opening their large mouths and biting towards Emperor Sutoku's body. Emperor Sutoku's reaction was also very agile, flapping its wings and flying into the air, directly dodging the monster's attack.

Yagami Light did not hide his Soul True Body, but revealed himself to everyone.

After all, if he wants to become stronger, it's not just his Soul True Body and spiritual power that need to become stronger. Another way for himself to become stronger is to deepen people's worship of the image of “Kira,” which is the same principle as creating spiritual objects.

Since things have already become so big, why not show everyone the true power of himself and his companions in front of everyone?

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Elsewhere, outside Atsuta Shrine.

“Operation start.”

As Yotsuya Miko pressed the earpiece communicator, she was also covered in that white-based trench coat with light gold patterns, and a noble yet somewhat gorgeous mask appeared on her face, leaving only a pair of golden eyes, looking at the Atsuta Shrine in the dimness, and slowly said.

“Target, cleanse everything within Atsuta Shrine.”

“Understood.”

Toma and Sha, who had already changed into action attire and were holding Juzumaru Tsunetsugu, looked at the ancient-looking building in front of them, and asked in a flat tone as they walked into it.

“If we encounter people from the Metropolitan Police Department, do we just kill them, or…”

“What kind of tiger and wolf words are you saying?”

Ogiso Setsuna, who was teamed up with her, wearing white-toned clothes with fish-scale patterns, and also participating in such a formal action for the first time, quickly dissuaded her.

“We can't just kill people.”

“Oh, is that so.”

Toma and Sha responded nonchalantly, obviously not taking Ogiso Setsuna's words to heart. However, Yotsuya Miko, who was in communication, responsible for on-site command, and entered the shrine with Futaba Rio from another direction, immediately emphasized upon hearing this.

“It's best not to harm the Metropolitan Police Department personnel. If the public has negative emotions towards our image, it may lead to the emergence of a corresponding Reverse Side in Nagoya, as well as evil spirits corresponding to our image.”

Amano Hina was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and hesitated.

“Will such a thing happen?”

“Hard to say.”

Futaba Rio subconsciously made a gesture of pushing her glasses, but she forgot that she had already changed into her action attire and was not wearing glasses. Her fair hand froze in mid-air, and she coughed lightly in embarrassment, before opening her mouth.

“Not sure. Until now, we still don't know the full truth of the Reverse Side. It's best not to take too drastic actions. Of course, the safety of all of us is the top priority, followed by completing the mission.”

“Yes, understood.”

Toma and Sha observed the Atsuta Shrine in front of them, focusing their attention on the tallest wooden building, which was only about three stories high. They glanced at Ogiso Setsuna beside them. Although they didn't exchange words, they tacitly understood each other's meaning. In the next second, they went to the top of that building like ghosts.

Toma and Sha's movements were extremely graceful. With just a light jump, she stepped on the protruding part in the middle of the building and jumped directly to the top.

Ogiso Setsuna didn't have such strong physical fitness. Although her movements were still very agile, she had to use her hands to climb up.

“Huff… Sha, you're too fast.”

Hearing Ogiso Setsuna's exclamation, a rare gentle smile appeared in Toma and Sha's eyes. She reached out and rubbed Ogiso Setsuna's head, smiling softly.

“Isn't that because you don't work hard enough usually? If you work a little harder, you might be able to catch up with me.”

“Work a little harder…”

Ogiso Setsuna adjusted her mask, a purely superfluous action. After all, clothing formed from the manifestation of one's own soul is absolutely form-fitting and requires no adjustment whatsoever. This was merely a small gesture she used to conceal her shyness.

“How am I supposed to work hard… I'm already at my limit. I'm not as naturally gifted as you are…”

Ogiso Setsuna naturally knew how amazing Touma Kazusa was.

When she fought a BOSS, she would be completely exhausted after an hour at most. Forget about continuing to take the initiative, she would simply collapse on the bed, unconscious.

Touma Kazusa, on the other hand, could go on non-stop all night.

So, although she awakened her spiritual abilities relatively late, when it came to pure physical fitness, she was among the best in the Overload Club. This was probably the legendary…

Innate Milk-Squeezing Saint Body.

“Seriously, I'll ask Kitagawa-san and Kawasaki-san to help out when the time comes.”

Touma Kazusa was also seriously considering Ogiso Setsuna's future development, thinking that since her good friend wasn't that strong, she could just have Kitagawa Marin design something and Kawasaki Saki make it, creating a physical cheat device.

“Alright, let's not talk about this anymore.”

Touma Kazusa raised her hand, interrupting the topic.

“Let's start the operation.”

“Okay.”

Ogiso Setsuna nodded slightly, and a clear spiritual energy fluctuation emerged around her, as she and Touma Kazusa shouted simultaneously.

“Senki!”

“Kinnara!”

When Ogiso Setsuna and Touma Kazusa's Soul Avatars appeared, Senki and Kinnara looked at each other, both smiling and waving, as if greeting each other.

After all, Ogiso Setsuna and Touma Kazusa were very close friends, so naturally, their Soul Avatars, representing their true hearts, had a very high level of goodwill towards each other, even though they had never met before.

“Let's begin.”

“Okay.”

Kinnara still seemed a little timid in front of Touma Kazusa, and immediately took out her lute, while Senki, as a mermaid princess, also took a few deep breaths, adjusting her condition.

In the next second, as Kinnara's fair, slender fingers began to pluck the strings of the lute, Senki's singing, which humans could not understand the specific meaning of, but was extremely beautiful, began to resonate throughout the grounds of Atsuta Shrine, accompanied by the music.

Hearing the sound coming from afar, Yotsuya Miko's golden eyes flickered, and she immediately spoke into the communicator.

“Start.”

Immediately afterwards, under the cover of the night, the Overload Club members, divided into groups, quickly entered their designated areas from all directions of Atsuta Shrine.

At the entrance of Atsuta Shrine, Yotsuya Miko and Futaba Rio encountered a middle-aged man holding a broom and wearing a Shinto priest's uniform.

When he saw them, he didn't react at all. Instead, he had a blank, dull look, standing there quietly like a puppet, without the slightest reaction.

“As expected, their abilities are best suited for this kind of thing.”

Yotsuya Miko took out a black pistol from her pocket, aimed it directly at the middle-aged man's brow, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

“Bang!”

“One.”

Looking at the corpse of the middle-aged man, neither Yotsuya Miko, who fired the shot, nor Futaba Rio, who witnessed the entire process, showed the slightest pity in their eyes.

They knew how much dirty, even appalling, things these so-called Shinto priests of Atsuta Shrine had done behind the scenes.

Honestly, Yotsuya Miko and Futaba Rio even felt that it was too merciful to let them die in a state of mental confusion.

No one in Atsuta Shrine was innocent.

The other teams were also gradually clearing Atsuta Shrine from the outer perimeter.

Those Shinto priests who did not possess spiritual abilities and were just ordinary people could not resist the ensemble of Kinnara and Senki at all. Not to mention resisting, some who were mentally weak would bleed from all seven orifices and die just from hearing Senki's singing.

Just then, Hyakume, who had not been summoned by Yotsuya Miko, suddenly appeared on her own.

Without a word of nonsense, she simply pointed to the tall building in the very center of Atsuta Shrine, with its roof covered in copper plates, the dark green eyeball in her left eye flickering, and slowly said.

“There… is a very powerful evil spirit.”

Chapter 451: The Will of "Kira", The Reappearance of Izanagi-no-Mikoto

“A very powerful evil spirit…”

Hearing Hyakume say this, Yotsuya Miko and Futaba Rio became more vigilant and immediately notified the other Overload Club members who were in action via their headsets.

Since Hyakume, Yotsuya Miko's Soul Avatar, had given such a powerful assessment of the evil spirit lurking in Atsuta Shrine, it was enough to prove that the evil spirit's spiritual power level was at least something that Yotsuya Miko could not defeat in a one-on-one fight.

Futaba Rio was not surprised by this. After all, it was normal for a holy place like Atsuta Shrine, which guarded the sacred sword Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi and was revered by countless people, to contain spiritual entities such as gods.

This did not change the Overload Club's original plan at all.

“We'll go in and scout first. The rest of you, after clearing the outer perimeter, stay where you are.”

Hearing Yotsuya Miko's order, the other Overload Club teams stopped after clearing the outer perimeter of the Shinto priests.

Yotsuya Miko, who had the strongest combat power and also had scouting abilities, walked slowly with Futaba Rio towards the center of Atsuta Shrine, the ancient building with its roof covered in copper plates.

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At the same time, at the entrance to Atsuta Shrine.

More than a dozen police cars were parked in place, followed by several special vehicles of the Metropolitan Police Department's Mobile Unit, and fully armed Mobile Unit members wearing bomb suits and holding heavy firearms.

Such a formation was more than enough, not just for arresting criminals, but even for anti-terrorism drills.

However, all the police officers on the scene, looking at the two figures standing not far in front of them, although they were all gripping the weapons in their hands tightly, none of them dared to raise their muzzles, for fear that an accidental misfire would trigger an extremely serious, unimaginable situation.

“You want to go over there?”

Looking at the Nagoya Metropolitan Police Department officers in front of him, who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, Yoru Hoshi simply waved the Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand and said with a light smile.

“I can't let you go over there. After all… we don't want to involve you innocent police officers. If you go there and get caught in the crossfire and die, some people might deliberately publicize it. Even if we didn't kill you, it would become our fault. I don't want to see that happen.”

The on-site commander of the Metropolitan Police Department, hearing this, looked at the "Mask" standing there, and the mysterious person wearing red clothes, with beautiful red eyes and a slender figure. Fine beads of sweat had already seeped out on his forehead. Although he was shaking with fear, and could barely hold his gun, his duty as a member of the Metropolitan Police Department still made him endure his fear and say in a trembling voice.