Crossover anime, a daily life that begins with hunting supernatural beings.

As expected, they were "disappeared".

If all goes well, she will eventually see her mother as she wishes, and then embrace her mother tightly in a dream.

If Sakurai hadn't gotten involved in this matter, such news would probably have spread the next day.

News of the mysterious disappearance of the Sleeping Beauty of the Forest of Literature.

Unfortunately, he learned of this news from Yotsuya Miko early this morning.

Then, through some idle guy's connections, he found out who would be disappearing this time, and rode the bus to the "world of the dead" with her.

Walking along the dimly lit path made of earth and stones, the uninvited guest who had come here on his own had bright eyes and stared intently ahead.

Clip its wings, thwart its plans, descend upon its dwelling, seize the offerings, and ultimately—

To destroy its existence.

To throw the dignity and arrogance of a supernatural being whose true identity is completely unknown to the ground, and to crush and grind it down again and again.

Ignore their resentment and anger, and dismiss their very existence with disdain.

He has now reached the deepest part.

This is Sakurai's personality, and also...

His attitude towards supernatural beings.

67. Ancestral Hall (at dawn)

In the darkness, the ancient and decaying ancestral hall came into view.

A faint whistling sound filled my ears, and wisps of black mist, like serpents, coiled around me, creating a cold, damp atmosphere...

A gaze filled with intense resentment, devoid of any emotion, peered at him from the deepest recesses of darkness.

A woman was singing in a strange, low voice—sharp, ancient, and jarring.

A man was waving and striking an ancient instrument, the sound dull, loud, and noisy.

Join us, join us, join us...

Be one with us, be one with us.

Children invited you with their innocent and pure voices, their laughter and anticipation filling the air.

A sublime and dreamlike being took pity on his twisted nature and bestowed blessings upon this alien being.

Tell him he doesn't need to suffer anymore.

They persuaded him that he could find eternal peace of mind simply by giving up this futile resistance.

However...

All this beauty, in Sakurai's eyes, was nothing more than a trick played by the village master.

It was like the colorless gas floating around him.

It washed over his body again and again, as if hungry insects were trying to tear off a piece of flesh from him.

Chew and eventually swallow it all.

The village longed for his arrival, anticipated his presence, and hoped to savor his flavors.

Sakurai knew this better than anyone else.

His body held a more alluring temptation for these guys than poppies.

Even though they knew that once they swallowed his flesh and blood, they would be dissolved by the deadly poison.

They still flock to it.

and so--

How could I possibly compromise?

"Want some?"

"Tear my flesh? Drink my blood? Chew my bones?"

Staring directly into the shadowy depths of the village, Sakurai spoke.

"Then do it yourself."

"Does he really think he's a god?"

"Stop trying to glorify yourself. You're like this now..."

"It's nothing more than a minor supernatural phenomenon."

"Don't stay here..."

"You've gotten too arrogant!"

Amidst Sakurai's expected reprimand.

Women, men, and children are no longer whispering.

A series of unintelligible murmurs seemed to echo in his ears, as the being lurking deep within the village responded to Sakurai's provocation.

With one hand covering his ear, Sakurai sneered and stepped inside with disdain.

We've arrived...

This is the deepest part of darkness.

Unlike other wooden houses, the ancestral hall is surprisingly ornate.

Wooden floors, red and white Japanese-style building.

The gravel paving on both sides of the ancestral hall, the dried-up lotus pond, and the heavy greenery on both sides of the courtyard all point to one thing...

The ancestral hall itself holds a special place in this unknown village.

Is it related to the owner of the village?

Or is it that the guy who uses ghost stories to select the "sacrifice" is actually the village's ancestor?

Sakurai didn't know, and was too lazy to waste time finding out.

Ancestral halls are places used to worship and commemorate ancestors or sages.

It's not impossible that this is a viable option for settling down here.

Silently pondering this thought, ignoring the eerie chill that seeped into the deepest part of his bones, Sakurai silently gripped the short dagger once more.

As expected, they still want to tear this place down completely.

Rather than going through the trouble of searching for even the slightest clue and falling into the protagonist's trap, the most suitable course of action is to demolish the entire site in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, I don't know how much time it would take to complete this task, even with just a short dagger.

Sakurai realized one thing once again: in order to better cope with the upcoming battles and to avoid similar situations from happening again, he needed a heavy weapon.

A sledgehammer, an axe, a baseball bat, anything is fine.

He needs this.

Also, you need to prepare a suitable combat uniform.

At least we can't end up running around naked in the middle of a fight.

Looking down at his school uniform, which was somewhat damaged in the recent battle, Sakurai realized one thing: he was about to have a big expense again.

But before that...

He has to get rid of the owner here first.

With all his might, he kicked open the half-closed wooden door, which had long since decayed over the years. He brushed the sawdust off his shoes and, with the dust rising, strode inside, his mouth tightly shut and eyes squinted.

entryway...

Well, the area that could be called the entryway is surprisingly spacious, enough to accommodate four adults walking side by side.

For this village...

For a small village with only a dozen or so wooden houses, this seems unexpectedly luxurious.

One foot was lifted and placed on the wooden board, and the floor, which had not borne any weight for a long time, made a piercing creaking sound.

Looking down at the somewhat moldy ground, Sakurai was already prepared to die once or twice later due to the collapse of the wooden planks during the fight.

This kind of battleground is really annoying.

Ignoring the annoying groans, Sakurai temporarily restrained his destructive urges.

The once bold and sweeping steps became light and steady.

To avoid taking things one step at a time, Sakurai reluctantly changed his course of action.

He continued forward, but contrary to his expectations, he didn't see even a single supernatural phenomenon.

Even the harmless little old men that are everywhere were nowhere to be seen.

It's almost too clean.

It's as if, after defining its own territory, it hunts all the top predators that enter its hunting grounds on an equal footing.

Mountains of deformed skeletons, nauseatingly rotten flesh and blood, and a dark blue-green ghost constantly asking, "Can you see me?"

All the mental preparation I had done before stepping into this place was completely useless.

He didn't see it...

He didn't see the view he expected.

All that's in front of me is that ordinary, abandoned ancestral hall.

It was as if the place he was in now was not a haunted spot inhabited by strange beings, but an abandoned, dilapidated ancestral hall in the countryside.

If we add a well-known story...

It's a great place for online celebrities and livestreamers to check in and gain popularity.

Unfortunately, beneath this ordinary scene lies a terrifying malice from a non-human being.

Sakurai could already smell it—the desire to devour him completely.