Tokyo: The Shinomiya Estate
What kind of existence is the Shinomiya Family?
A Chaebol. A truly massive Conglomerate.
As long as the Head of the Family wants it, the whole of Japan will shake three times. Its size has long passed the early stage of capital accumulation. According to rumors, the Shinomiya Family's wealth is as high as 200 Trillion Yen.
With such a size, the Shinomiya Chaebol can get whatever it wants. At least… for Gan'an Shinomiya, this was true.
Based on his status, there were few things in the world that could surprise him or make him care. But the livestream he was watching now was one of them.
Japan was supposed to be completely transparent to Gan'an Shinomiya. This is what he originally thought.
However...
"How could this happen?..."
His expression was one of doubt and horror. He saw the surveillance footage directly sent by Ai Hayasaka's hacked camera.
The strangeness of the 'Loop'—unable to escape the forest—reminded Gan'an of the ghost stories of walls blocking the road. And the vortex of clouds sweeping across the sky took deep root in his heart.
The dangerous environment. The twisted monster. Even Gan'an, who was safe in Tokyo, couldn't stop the cold sweat from soaking his back. It was as if the biting malice had penetrated the screen, stimulating his survival instinct.
He thought Hayasaka would die in Kyoto.
But...
> "LORD MIZUNOTSUKI! HELP ME!!!"
This ridiculous cry for help from a senior Police Inspector made even the Shinomiya Head stunned for a moment. But soon, his eyes became empty, as if his soul had been sucked into the screen.
That… that was...
Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department
"Support! Target: Mingwang Temple in Kyoto!"
"There is a Supernatural Manifestation! Please support us quickly!!"
"Get moving! Everyone, get moving!"
Superintendent General Hakuba's face was so gloomy that water seemed about to drip from it. He had always been avoiding the question: Is Spiritual Energy reviving?
Since the Extraordinary is returning, the frequency of supernatural events will rise sharply. He looked at the information sent by the Meteorological Bureau with a solemn look.
Kyoto. The celestial phenomena in the entire Kyoto area had changed. The core of the storm was directly above Mingwang Temple.
Fast. It was too fast.
These days, the extraordinary events occurring one after another left them no chance to breathe. This was the main reason why the Metropolitan Police Department had completely turned to the occult for help.
Hakuba walked out of his office and saw many elite officers hurriedly putting on their tactical gear and grabbing the cages of the Divine Crows they had cultivated.
He listened to the direct communication device that Inspector Megure had left on. The noisy, dull voices of the storm were intertwined. In the end, it was covered by that desperate cry for help.
"Lord Mizunotsuki…"
What is this!? Hakuba's eyelids widened instantly.
"GAH——!!!!"
Wind! Strong Wind! The wind howled so hard that people could hardly open their eyes!
At some point, a flock of crows arrived like a black torrent, circling the eye of the storm. There seemed to be a Bright Moon manifesting in the sky, piercing the dark curtain of clouds.
A figure under the moonlight seemed to be walking on the air. He was looming, majestic and detached. The swirling clouds were exposed by the moonlight, revealing a clear hole in the heavens.
The bright light illuminated the earth, forcing the crawling Demon Tree (Hua Yu) to roar wildly.
"ROAAAAR!!!"
The roar contained real fear. Anyone could hear the monster's urgency. The ground shook violently as the monster struggled, sensing its natural predator.
At this point, the two seemed to be in a stalemate. One was the God in the Sky, suppressing the area with pressure. The other was the Monstrous Demon, fiercely resisting with brute force.
Eri Kisaki racked her brains to recall all the knowledge she could use. She knew how urgent it was. Even though her mind was a mess, she tried her best to squeeze out the history she had read.
There is a way. There must be a way! This 'God' must successfully suppress the Great Demon!
Seven hundred years… The Demon Hua Yu… The Wisdom King Descended… The Vajra Pestle…
While Eri was frozen, Abbot Ryōgen staggered a few steps with trembling legs. He fell to his knees with a thump. He refused to blink. He was afraid that if he blinked, this dream would end.
He began to sob bitterly, talking nonsense.
"The history of my Mingwang Temple is real!"
"My Great Wisdom King Buddha is not fake!"
"Master… I, Ryōgen, am sorry for doubting you!!"
After crying, he looked at the statue of Acala (Fudo Myo-o) on the roof with a fiery gaze that was almost fanatical. He looked at the figure in the sky—Seiran Mizunotsuki—and shouted like a madman:
"YOUR MAJESTY! IT'S THE MANTRA! IT'S THE MANTRA OF ACALA!!"
This reminder struck Eri like lightning. This was the first time she had the urge to curse. These bald asses really didn't put the instructions in the books! Only the oral tradition remained!
The 'God' in the sky seemed to understand. He raised his hand.
A Golden Vajra Pestle manifested, suspended in the air, pointing directly at the Acala statue on the roof.
[Namo — Samando — Vajra — Nan — Han!]
Once the obscure Sanskrit spell was spoken by the figure in the sky, a visible wave of golden energy spread out like ripples on water.
[SCOLD——!!!]
[ZHA——!!!]
Shock! Absolute Shock!!
Along with the reverberation of the powerful voice, the Acala Statue came alive!
The stone statue, previously cracked and crying, now held the Vajra Pestle high. Blazing, mystical fire instantly transformed the four directions into a domain of purgatory meant to cleanse evil!
A giant avatar, as tall as the sky, vaguely stood behind the statue. The noble name rang in the ears of the stunned mortals.
[Acalanatha!] (The Immovable One)
"ROAR!!!"
The demon roared again, but the situation was reversed. It was afraid. It was terrified.
However, the towering figure that seemed like a phantom did not give the Great Monster any chance.
Until death was imminent, the fire showed its true appearance. It wasn't just fire. It was a giant Vajra Pestle made of pure energy!
In a moment, the sky and the earth were cleared. The raging fire burned the demon, the corruption, and the darkness.
But a dreamlike Zen sound was fixed in everyone's mind before the vision faded:
> [The Great Demon must be sealed by the Kirin.]
Then, the towering figure disappeared. And the man with the bright moon hanging over his head—Seiran—also left a command before vanishing into the night:
"Find… the Kirin Horn."
When the sky was completely clear, no longer covered with gloomy clouds, everyone present couldn't come back to their senses.
Some were stunned into silence. Some were limp on the ground.
Only Abbot Ryōgen had a contradictory expression of crying and laughing. He was kowtowing. He was worshiping the empty sky.
His tearful appearance made people feel pity, yet awe.
Hattori Heiji wanted to go forward to help him, his eyes complicated. But the collapsed ruins of the shrine in front of him and the scorched, barren ground made him unable to move.
The surging power was truly shocking.
Great Demons, Living Gods, and Wisdom Kings appeared together. The power that changed the celestial phenomena with a wave of a hand demanded absolute respect.
Heiji's legs were shaking weakly. His lips were trembling as he wanted to deduce something, to say something rational.
But he stopped.
Outrageous. This strange world. It's really outrageous...
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