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Chapter 394 Gensokyo, So Grand
Monster Mountain.

Known as the "borderland far from human settlements in the Eastern Country," this region is inhabited by yokai and is also called Gensokyo. It is teeming with yokai and sparsely populated, and the most prominent force within it is Youkai Mountain.

Yagami, which was once occupied by the Oni clan, is now difficult to find any trace of them. They returned it to the yokai on the ground and disappeared from the surface.

Once again, the Monster Mountain has become the territory of the Tengu and the Kappa.

Standing at the pinnacle of this society is a woman known as "Heavenly Demon".

The Great Tengu, with its enormous wings, lay listlessly on a rhombus-shaped rock in the Black Tortoise Marsh, a fishing rod dangling in front of it.

Of course, no creature in this pond would be foolish enough to bite her hook, unless the Heavenly Demon used her ability to manipulate desires to ensure she would never miss an opportunity.

—Except for today.

As the familiar black crack flashed by, a letter appeared on the previously empty fishing hook.

Before she could even take a second look, her excited shouts had already carried on the wind throughout the entire mountain.

"Rin! Ryu! Ready to depart!"

……

Naturally, with the disappearance of the strongest demon race, the power of monsters declined further, and people's fear decreased, thus creating a vicious cycle.

However, the reason why the demons left the ground was not without reason.

One reason is that humans have engaged in too many despicable exorcisms (including using snacks in alcohol), and no more fair challengers have appeared. The ghosts have grown tired of human deception and have left to go underground.

There is also the reason that 350 years ago, a certain monk who absorbed spirits, turned from a human into a ghost, and fell into hell was a transgressor.

—The Hell Miniaturization Project.

The human-ghost, through his wisdom, gained the trust of the ghost race and proposed to separate the old, dilapidated, and poorly functioning hell from the new hell, namely the "miniaturized hell".

Enma adopted her proposal and established the new hell, while the demons who were unwilling to go to the new hell remained in the old hell and built the metropolis of a hundred demons—the old capital—on the ruins left after the hell was moved away.

"boom!"

A red, horned, humanoid meteorite tilted as it fell from the sky, making intimate contact with the ground. A burst of light erupted from the earth, and in an instant, the surrounding ground shattered. The surrounding buildings were instantly shattered by the terrifying, invisible shockwave, forming concentric circles of air currents.

The underground city, characterized by its sturdiness, hardness, and ruggedness, was destroyed in an instant. The shockwaves and the deafening roar of the collision instantly ignited the atmosphere in this underground world.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

The muscular demons roared excitedly, gathering in small groups to drink and make merry all day long. The drunken subterranean monsters had nothing else to do but fight and watch others fight.

Perhaps for them, rebuilding the destroyed buildings is also a kind of fun.

When the explosion subsided and the smoke cleared, a terrifying crater with a diameter of over a hundred meters appeared on the ground, and a layer of ground within a range of several hundred meters was scraped away.

The muscular demon king with a single red horn stood upright, its body wreathed in crimson demonic flames, surrounded by golden lightning, and radiating intense heat in all directions emanating from it.

Not far away, a petite, long-horned loli, with dazed eyes, waved her tiny fists and let out a wild, unrestrained laugh that was completely out of character for her size.

In a fraction of a second, a violent and direct impact erupted once more, the ground tumbling and easily torn apart like paper. Two extremely powerful forces were released, and chains intertwined with the movements of the two men's feet and wrists, producing a sickening metallic twisting sound.

The Demon King of Power and the Demon King of Monsters, one side has the advantage in pure physical strength, while the other side is stronger in magical power. However, with their strengths suppressed, the two sides are evenly matched.

The old capital, which was already so hot that only special monsters could survive, became even more unbearably hot under the aftershocks of the two demon kings' power. The underground monsters that were too close to the battlefield were blasted away like cannonballs, their tendons and bones broken and their bodies seriously injured.

But as long as they don't die on the spot, it doesn't matter to the monsters. If the weak die, they die. The surviving monsters get up drunk and find a good spot to continue watching.

However, there was one outlier who was different from all of them.

—A slender swordsman, so thin he didn't look like a demon, with a high ponytail, sat alone in the distance, drinking by himself.

That couldn't really be called a battle; it was just a warm-up.

The demon king, Kshatriya, who symbolizes "god," did not focus her gaze on the two main characters in the arena. She had seen and experienced far too many "games" like this over the past few centuries, and now she had completely lost interest.

"yawn…"

She couldn't stop. How long had it been since she had used her Starry Night Sword to properly slay a worthy opponent? Thinking this, the androgynous Jin Jieluo looked at the demon beast that had suddenly appeared beside her.

"Tch, it's a shikigami from a boundary youkai..."

A fox-eared girl with nine tails respectfully handed over a paper invitation.

Upon receiving the unfolded weapon, the Demon King's hand unconsciously rested on the longsword at his waist, his expression unchanged, but...

The yawn stopped.

……

Lost in the bamboo forest.

Eternal Pavilion.

The moon rabbit and the lucky rabbit on the ground eagerly leaped into the house, bringing the host an invitation to guests from the outside world.

……

Sunflower field.

The green-haired flower fairy, carrying a copper water jug, was happily watering the sunflowers in front of her, surrounded by the beautiful blossoms.

Her beautiful face always had a gentle smile that captivated people; from the outside, she seemed to be just an ordinary woman.

An invitation slipped through a fleeting glimpse of darkness and landed on the flower head of a sunflower.

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hell.

The Hall of Right and Wrong.

A tall, stern-looking woman frowned.

She remembered every detail and every location here... but now something has changed.

She picked up an unfamiliar piece of paper from the table, glanced at it quickly, her expression changed slightly, and then strode towards the depths of hell.

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skyline.

The area inhabited by the Celestials is a different world that was created in the very early past.

In the place where the celestial beings, who had eradicated all emotions and desires, lived, invitations fell like goose feathers, as if a snowfall had occurred.

……

The Land of the Rear Door.

The children stopped their century-long dance and presented an invitation from a country that did not belong to them.

…………

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"Those who know you'd think you were hosting a banquet, those who don't would think you're the organizer of a miniature garden..."

Jagi, who was working alongside Miko as laborers, constantly tossing bags of invitations into the gap like garbage, couldn't help but complain.

"It feels like a telecom fraud."

Seeing that the child responded weakly, he replied listlessly.

"Hmph, Gensokyo, which accepts everything, is cruel! Keep sending us more, don't stop!"

——The girl is praying——

(End of this chapter)