77 – 77. Black and White Reversal.
The reason for catching the mole was simple.
Shadows were originally areas where living people could not approach, and the space to squeeze in was narrow.
In fact, when the capacity of darkness exceeded its limit, it spat out contents akin to demons.
So it was the perfect time for the cultists to summon demons to the surface.
The time when the shadow space was most empty.
However, since the criteria for that ‘capacity’ was not just simple volume or mass, some additional work was needed.
They cleverly sabotaged the city’s rituals, expanding the space to accommodate the cultists – the moles they hunted.
Thanks to that, there was barely enough space.
Within the shadows, I gained the capacity to handle my immense spiritual power.
─Unleashing.
I draw my sword.
As the long Japanese sword emerges into the void, a gray world unfolds.
Time stood still.
Even the ripple of the shadows, perhaps.
─I take a step forward.
When time stops, it signifies the meaninglessness of intervals.
Though there was quite a distance from the point I infiltrated to the cultists’ headquarters, such spatial constraints vanish at first step.
Just by taking a step.
─1 second.
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In just 1 second since the monsters began to appear on the surface, I reached the enemy’s headquarters.
The statues of monsters scattered throughout the vast space.
Individuals in dark robes gathered the cultists in the space and the connected passages.
Among them, some with twisted expressions, like superiors listening to subordinates.
It’s him.
With a sense of familiarity, I waved my sword, unavoidably grazing a few with its blade in the process.
Force majeure.
No, honestly, quite a few heads did meet the blade.
Perhaps all of them here.
I cut them down.
With a proud heart, I swung the blade again, splattering fresh blood.
─Only then did time begin to flow.
The heretics, wishing for the end, faced my headless body.
“…Huh?”
Most of them fell to the ground without a sound, dead.
No matter how much they transcended human strength, if the neck is severed, death is inevitable.
Unaware if I died, I gazed at the staggering bodies with a surprised expression, only one figure resembling a monster stared back.
In ‘The Doomsayers,’ the title was expressed like this.
The High Priest of the End.
Apostle.
Chosen by the god to deliver teachings, gospel, and lead the congregation according to the divine will.
But the problem was that the god was an evil spirit.
“Now, even that’s too cliché.”
Approaching simply, I sliced their neck.
Not only the apostle but also most of the believers who claimed to be followers were killed here.
There was no one unjust here.
Because the conditions for joining the End Sect were so cruel that they were no different from a group of murderers.
Well, if there was something to pay attention to, it would be that the apostle didn’t die easily like a typical villain in Chapter 5.
It was what they called Phase 2.
“…How dare you! How dare you!!!”
From the priest who suddenly burst into anger, bubbles boiled up from the surface of his neck.
Tentacles rose up, not at all like a sweet romantic simulation game, connecting with the flesh.
“…No, surprisingly, tentacles, maybe traditional after all.”
But it was not a pleasant sight to see the villainous man entwined in tentacles.
Moreover, from Phase 2 onwards, it was harder to kill him as he seemed to receive the protection of an evil spirit.
Perhaps he had a defense mechanism against abilities. He randomly sealed one of the opponent’s abilities.
It felt like blocking a crucial skill of Hitaru, Kenichi, or Sento, if any of the three.
In this case, since there was no one else in front of him, I was the only target for blocking the crucial technique, the ability.
“Hmm, is it already not working?”
Rather than that charlatan doing it, it seemed like it was the god above who blocked my essential ability, the power of time stop.
I could force it through by force, but it felt like I would need some time to recuperate.
Although the probability of a major problem arising was low, as someone who had to be cautious with many potential threats, even a brief period of recuperation felt dangerous.
“…I will kill you, in the name of God, I will definitely kill you!”
Of course, I hadn’t neglected to prepare other means.
I wasn’t foolish enough to just watch as my neck and body were being linked by the tentacles.
Those who just watched the enemy’s transformation time were cheap losers even if they lost.
“hehehe, I tend to be wise.”
I inserted the sword into the empty space and then immediately clasped my hands together.
Interlocking the fingers of both hands to form a mudra.
There are three main ways to enhance the power of sorcery.
One is invocation, the other is ritual preparation, and the last one is the expansion of the soul.
Since we couldn’t afford to delay time with monsters appearing on the ground, invocation was omitted.
The magic circle was replaced with the mudra, and the power of the soul had been prepared long ago.
Therefore, the ritual was complete.
“Unfold.”
When spiritual power reaches its limit, abilities emerge as a superhuman.
Like Ichimaru Shiki’s time and Deus Machina’s space, slightly different, but Kenichi’s nullification inherited through bloodline is similar.
Each soul is imbued with its own ability.
Simply put, when a single soul transcends its limits, it gains an ability.
Then, isn’t there still one possibility left for me?
Ichimaru Shiki’s byproduct, regardless of inheritance, only my soul.
A unique ability of ‘me.’
This power originates solely from my soul.
I surveyed the movements on the surface of the earth, unfolding my power, minute by minute.
The scope of the drinking party encompasses all of Tokyo.
“Black and white reversal.”
At that moment, the world was complete.
***
Magic, monsters, cursed swords.
Such unrealistic secrets are revealed.
To some, it may seem insignificant, but it could lead to social unrest on its own.
Even if he was a fool, Kenichi knew that releasing the cursed sword would make him look strange.
If he were to perform alone on the street, there was a slight possibility.
It could be disguised with some scientific device or magical technique.
However, if he wielded a sword alongside the monsters of the street, it was as good as confirmed.
─I’m in the process of saving the world right now.
If it were Ichimaru Shikira, he might have somehow manipulated public opinion and saved himself by saying, “It was actually a movie shoot,” but as the evening approached, there were countless people walking the streets of Shibuya.
Perhaps students from Karakura High School were also mixed in.
Even if not, there might be a few people who knew him or were acquaintances.
Unless all memories of everyone present here are erased, there is more than enough possibility for identities to be revealed in any direction.
Nevertheless, Kenichi drew his sword.
To save people.
Although there was a dark desire to look like a cool person once he was hailed as a hero, it was ultimately to save people.
To kill monsters.
He wanted to kill all the monsters on the street and appear as a hero who did it as a hobby.
To do his best as a human.
There was no falsehood in that alone.
“Release.”
The boy summoned the cursed sword.
Always negative, but it was the sword of a hero.
As he set out onto the street holding the cross-shaped sword, a change occurred.
When the darkness of the street, the blooming of monsters, reached its peak, a strong pressure was exerted on his shoulders.
Thud thud thud─!
Caught off guard by the unexpected shock, Kenichi exhaled a breath of air from his lungs.
As if the sky had turned into the sea, a heaviness and pressure pressing down on his shoulders.
Forced to stiffen his neck against a force that could not be resisted, he had no choice but to endure with bloodshot eyes.
However, amidst it all, there was a sense of familiarity.
After enduring for a while, the pressure disappeared without a trace, as if it could be an illusion.
When Kenichi exhaled and raised his head, the world had already changed.
“……This is.”
In a world faded to pure white, only monsters and Kenichi remained.
***
─Hmm.
The weapon, Gyoryu, opened its eyes.
Unless it was the authority of time that couldn’t even be recognized, he could perceive the involvement of all worlds.
At this moment, the laws of the world had changed.
Though the story was limited to a part of ‘Tokyo,’ it was clear that the world had changed.
…No, a whole new world had been created.
Creating a world was an impossible task for ordinary wizards, let alone those transcending human beings.
Daring to create a world was an impossible feat even for the once transcendent beings.
Yet, beneath the mountains, the impossible was happening in the city.
It felt as if a single castle, unseen by anyone, had been built above the city.
Feeling the formation of a vast power surpassing himself, Imugi suddenly thought of a certain existence.
“hahahaha, I must have received a gift; then, next time I come, I’ll bring a Yeouiju.”
-…Surely not.
It was more of an inevitability than a coincidence.
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