Roppongi, inside a residential building.

In the pixel game map, the super large vortex that had just formed and represented the [Great Brigade Abyss Snake God] flickered slightly and disappeared.

"Huh?" Moon Shadow Chigusa, who was originally browsing the "works" of netizens in the 2CH forum, turned her head and was stunned for a moment.

What about the super-large, newly-appearing vortex that reads "The Great Brigade Abyss Snake God"?

This thing, broken?

He rubbed his eyes and subconsciously patted the screen of the old-fashioned laptop.

Then he came back to his senses, and the old-fashioned notebook in front of him was not one of those ordinary digital products.

Recently, on the game map, the black vortex representing the "work" that has been placed will occasionally disappear during the time he goes to the toilet or eats.

Not even a process.

For example, the previous human-faced dog and the convenience store cursed spirit.

It's like logging into the game one day and finding that the SSSR beautiful girl she worked so hard to cultivate and cultivate, as well as the high-end equipment that she carefully matched for her, are all gone.

"Known as the 'Ancient Evil God Who Plays with People's Hearts', the Great Brigade Abyss Snake God, failed to summon? Could it be that there is a loophole in the 'Resentful Spirit Six-Pointed Star' array carefully set up by those netizens? Or is the wild history I found in the Kamakura Chronicles fake? ”

When he was doing folklore research and consulting ancient documents, he accidentally learned about the deeds of the Kamakura shogunate sealing the snake god of the Great Brigade, and preliminarily determined the location.

Therefore, on a whim, I provided this as a material to those netizens.

In this way, it really completes and creates this summoning array that seems to be haunted by resentful spirits, but is actually a summoning array that can summon evil gods after sacrificing resentful spirits as nutrients.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter if the summoning fails, it can be regarded as an attempt, anyway, a few ordinary resentful spirits didn't cost me too much resentment. It seems that it is not so easy to consume a small amount of resentment to pry and awaken those ancient beings......"

Originally, he wanted to set up a similar "trap" to target those who might have a soul-destroyer.

By the way, it is also used to test whether it is possible to "summon" some powerful, dormant beings in this low-cost way.

Even if the summoning fails, for him, it is just a process of trial and error, and it is harmless.

Anyway, netizens in the forum will continue to create new "surprises" for him.

On that humble map of Tokyo, small black swirls are slowly spinning and growing.

……

Kanagawa Prefectural Kamakura High School.

It was close to the morning that the school and the police arrived at the school building and took away the "suicide duo" who were still unconscious.

Faced with the giant snake skeleton that was cleaned by Sosuke Araki, the school and the police also had to agree to the two people's statement of "saving the suicide and then being attacked by the giant snake".

After a brief treatment of the wound in the school infirmary, the two of them boarded the first train of Enoden, watched the sunrise over the coastline, and embarked on the journey back to Tokyo.

It's still early, and there are still a lot of vacancies on Jiang Zhidian.

"Mr. Araki, what do you think, how can I cultivate so that I can be as powerful as you."

Sitting next to Sosuke Araki with a tired face, Yuma Yutori earnestly asks for advice.

"Amazing like me...... Then you should practice some martial arts...... I also need to exercise my physical strength...... At the same time, it is necessary to be familiar with the physiological structure of various organisms......"

Sousuke Araki propped his head and thought for a moment, and gave an answer seriously.

If you want to defeat the giant snake with your bare hands, just like yourself.

Brute force alone is not enough, it also needs skill.

"I see......"

Yumako, the birdie, took notes carefully.

"However, my muscles have been cultivated for many years, so you may have to arrange your diet scientifically and eat more high-protein foods...... The snake meat before was good...... You see, I took the uneaten meat with me......"

Sousuke Araki gestured to her for the sack of snake meat he was carrying.

The big snake was at least more than 100 catties, and he ate the most essential parts and took them away.

After all, he's been strapped for money lately, and his rations for the next few days will fall on this thing.

Before he finished speaking, he only felt his shoulders sink slightly.

The witch who had been tossed all night seemed to be unable to hold back her tiredness any longer, and she had fallen asleep on his shoulder at some point, and a drop of crystal sparkled from the corner of her mouth, shining in the morning sun.

Sleeping soundly in a sports uniform, she looks like an ordinary female high school student at the moment.

Just when Sousuke Araki and Yumayuki Kotori were asleep on the rickety Edden.

At six o'clock in the morning, Kengo Yamada, who was wearing a kendo club training uniform, ran on the school playground as usual.

After living for twenty-one years, he always thought that he was just an ordinary junior majoring in philosophy in the Department of Social Ethics at Shibuya University of Economics.

Day after day, he sought the truth of philosophy and practiced kendo in general......

In the future, it will continue to be so ordinary.

Until a few days ago, in the dormitory late at night, after being forcibly ridden by a woman with only the upper body, for ten ......

The world before his eyes changed.

At first, he could only see some vague figures that seemed to be invisible to the people around him.

Later, these strange figures appeared more and more clearly in every corner of his life.

Until the day before yesterday, his idol and reliable kendo club (former) master Araki took him to a shrine, where the shrine maiden relieved his doubts.

It was really right to consult with Senior Araki.

The life that I was able to escape from that half-length lady before was all because of the Asakusa Shrine rune paper that Mr. Araki had obtained for himself.

After learning about his own situation, Araki's predecessor also mercifully (sold) all the precious talisman paper in his hand to himself.

After all, the incense money must be paid by yourself, and the rune paper will work.

I want to redouble my efforts and lead the kendo club to achieve excellent results to repay the kindness of my seniors.

With that in mind, Kengo Yamada quickened the pace of the sprint.

In the early morning playground, there were not many students running.

But there was a man in a sprinter with a blue face, no matter how fast he ran, always maintaining a distance beyond him, running in front of him.

Kengo Yamada didn't even look at the man.

He didn't dare to look.

It wasn't because the man was pale and fast.

Rather, it was because of the man's abdomen, which ran through a slightly thicker short javelin, bringing out a large mass of internal organs.

I heard that five years ago, during the school sports day, a sprinter was killed after being pierced by a javelin flying from another arena during the race.

I guess it's the first one.

According to the shrine maiden, these "spirits" that have passed away and do not belong to the world are just numbly continuing their previous trajectories, or they are trapped by obsessions and cannot be freed.

If you look at these spirits or make contact with them for too long, you may be entangled if you make them realize that they can see.

As long as you ignore and pay attention, you won't be contaminated.

"Ordinary ......"

Taking a deep breath, Kengo Yamada finished the run at twice the usual pace.

Back in the kendo club's activity room, Kengo Yamada opened his iron cabinet and prepared to change out of his training clothes.

The iron cabinet opened, and a man with a pale face, bruises mixed with corpse spots, and mutilated limbs, was squatting inside, looking at him helplessly.