In this crossover anime, I fight against the supernatural in my everyday world.

Immediately afterwards, he made a move that caught Light Yagami completely off guard and left him utterly unable to react.

"boom!"

Ye Xing threw a punch, and the iron gate in front of him collapsed with a crash.

Before Light Yagami could even see clearly, he felt his feet suddenly lift off the ground.

"Let's go."

Yoruichi grabbed Yagami Light by the back of his collar with one hand, like grabbing a kitten by the scruff of its neck, and threw him through the door.

Then, he hooked his five fingers into the iron gate, lifted it up, and with an extremely rough movement, forcefully pressed the iron gate back down, blocking the entrance again.

Light Yagami lay sprawled on the ground, feeling completely dizzy.

He struggled to his feet, looked behind him at the deformed iron door that was still embedded in the wall, blocking the entrance, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Is it... necessary?"

Hearing Light Yagami's wry smile, Yosei's tone sounded as if she were gloating.

"Good luck, Yagami-kun, don't die!"

Light Yagami sighed helplessly, rubbing his forehead and muttering to himself.

"This guy's personality... is really awful."

He understood the meaning behind the other person's action.

He simply wanted to see if he was strong enough to deal with the evil spirits wreaking havoc in the real world on his own.

Light Yagami also understood this principle.

Killing someone with the ability to materialize a soul is not difficult at all.

The real test of strength is the battle against evil spirits.

Only those who can defeat evil spirits can be considered qualified psychics.

This happens to be an area where Light Yagami is not particularly good at.

His application of the ability to materialize the soul has gone somewhat astray in his own exploration.

Light Yagami took a deep breath, putting his nervousness and anxiety out of his mind, and walked straight down the unlit stairs leading to the bottom.

The stairs weren't very long, and there weren't any turns. After just a couple of steps, I arrived at the basement of the building.

The sight that came into Yagami Light's view startled him so much that his pupils contracted.

Inside the flickering lights of the old basement, something was busily working.

He called it "thing" because Light Yagami couldn't think of any other word to describe the being before him.

It looked like a dozen adult male bodies glued together with superglue.

And that's not all.

Parts of their bodies had come together to form a huge mass of flesh.

All that remained was the arm adorned with an expensive watch, waving incessantly in the air, and the face that was faintly visible above the mass of flesh.

The Black Dragon Society's unified tattoo designs, due to the fusion of flesh, have overlapped in some places, forming bizarre patterns that resemble talismans.

Meanwhile, the dozen or so arms of "Dongxi" were never idle.

Some of them were skillfully assembling various parts on the table into guns.

The other part involved mixing various chemical ingredients on another table.

After entering the building, Light Yagami's long-held question was finally answered.

According to the Metropolitan Police Department's investigation, the Black Dragon Society has approximately thirty members.

But he only killed fourteen people.

So this is what happened to the remaining members.

At that moment, Light Yagami's gaze swept over a transparent bag placed in the corner of the basement, containing a light blue crystalline substance.

"Is this what they call psychedelics...?"

Upon seeing the bag, Light Yagami's eyes revealed undisguised disgust.

If we were to say what he hates most in this world, poison, even if not number one, would at least be in the top three.

Decay, depravity, sin.

All the words that Light Yagami hated pointed to this disgusting thing.

"Die."

The blood and tears pattern on his white mask had grown larger and larger, almost turning the entire mask red.

The shape of the mask also changed from being the same as that of Yoruhoshi at the beginning to having a sharp nose, similar to the appearance of the legendary monster Tengu, which resembles the true soul of Emperor Sutoku.

"Emperor Sutoku!"

As Light Yagami finished speaking, his true soul form, Emperor Sutoku, reappeared, letting out a piercing roar that hurt the eardrums, and charged towards the fleshy mass covered in arms.

Meanwhile, Light Yagami himself was not idle either.

He pointed his gun at the monster, which was formed from the fusion of more than a dozen humans, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

With the sound of a gunshot and a blinding flash, the first bullet from the muzzle struck one of the fleshy masses' arms with pinpoint accuracy.

To Light Yagami's surprise, the other party's actions did not stop.

The bullet hole in his arm didn't bleed at all; it just emitted wisps of black smoke before healing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What is this thing!?"

You can tell from Light Yagami's astonishment at this moment.

He is a psychic, but not a qualified exorcist.

If it were Yotsuya Miko and Futaba Rio here, they could immediately tell from the appearance of this lump of flesh that it was a monster completely integrated with humans, just like the long-tongued man they encountered last time.

The long-tongued man was already so difficult to deal with, even though he had only merged with a human.

This lump of flesh is a composite of more than a dozen humans; how could it be an easy opponent?

Unfortunately, Light Yagami has almost zero experience in dealing with evil spirits.

The only thing he could do now was to have his Emperor Sutoku launch an attack, piercing the two black-glowing claws into the fleshy mass's body.

"Well..."

The moment Emperor Sutoku's claws pierced the flesh, the mass of flesh seemed to finally feel pain.

It was injured.

But not much.

Immediately afterwards, amidst a muffled whimper, two arms suddenly extended from the mass of flesh like rubber threads, directly grabbing Emperor Sutoku's shoulders.

Before Light Yagami's horrified eyes, the muscles on its two arms bulged, tearing the tall Emperor Sutoku in two.

"What the hell is this..."

Light Yagami was astonished.

His own soul, Emperor Sutoku, was so easily destroyed in front of the other party?

What kind of monster is this?!

Before Light Yagami could think further, a strong sense of dizziness and weakness washed over his mind and body.

This is the backlash caused to the psychic by the destruction of the soul's true form.

"Damn... Damn..."

Light Yagami clenched his teeth, and the mask on his face had turned pure red, its shape now exactly like that of the Great Tengu.

He couldn't accept this fact.

Light Yagami appears gentle and kind.

In reality, he was an extremely arrogant person.

Faced with the powerlessness against the evil spirits, he could not accept the fact that he was so weak.

Should we ask Ito-kun for help?

No.

Light Yagami shook his head, took a deep breath, and a look of near madness appeared in his eyes.

If you do that, wouldn't it be the same as telling the other party that you can't do anything?

Light Yagami's pride wouldn't allow him to do that.

At that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed several extremely conspicuous objects on the long table where the guns were displayed.

Hand grenade.

Upon seeing this, a look of fanaticism suddenly appeared in Light Yagami's eyes.

"Release your resentment, Emperor Sutoku!"

This time, he no longer whispered, but spoke with a ferocious tone, and despite the dizziness in his brain and the weakness in his body, he summoned Emperor Sutoku once again.

As Emperor Sutoku charged toward the fleshy evil spirit once more, Light Yagami rushed straight to the side of the long table.

This process took less than two seconds.

Feeling an even stronger sense of powerlessness and dizziness, Light Yagami felt as if he was about to faint.

He knew that his Emperor Sutoku had been eliminated for the second time.

Furthermore, judging from his physical condition, he did not have enough strength to perform a third summoning.

This bloody fact did not worry Light Yagami.

He slowly turned around, his eyes fixed on the fleshy, evil spirit with a dozen arms waving like a wicked god. A twisted smile appeared on his lips beneath the mask.

"clang."