I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

The iron man trembled amidst the wails of pain.

Boom!

The massive metal arms were snapped off by the whistling bow.

Mingxian grabbed the alloy arms covering the Iron Man's arms with both hands and swung them directly at the Iron Man's head like a hammer.

boom!boom!

The sound of metal clashing kept ringing out.

The broken part of the metal arm inserted directly into the gap between the Iron Man alloy parts. Then, the veins on the slingshot bulged, and the cursed power instinctively surged into the arm, enhancing his movements and strength.

The Iron Man's helmet groaned as it was pried open, and he realized that if the helmet deformed, the armor would never be able to be opened again.

puff puff...

Steam billowed from various parts of the armor, which opened, revealing the person inside.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in a well-tailored suit, with blond hair and eyes like a chord scroll.

Not Agito: Chapter Nine is truly high and mighty.

On the beach, the equatorial sun scorched the soft sand, making even the air seem to tremble.

A figure was dragged out of the twisted armor wreckage by the whistling string.

The man appeared to be middle-aged, with blond hair as brilliant as an autumn wheat field and golden eyes that shone brightly.

Wearing an exquisitely tailored suit with smooth lines, he exuded an undeniable aristocratic air, just like himself.

What's even more eye-catching is that his name is embroidered on the lapel of his suit in a flamboyant manner.

"The light of the string."

Mingxian read out his name.

A thousand words.

The abilities that a god-slayer instinctively possesses.

Originally, it was a secret technique that only experts who had studied magic for many years and comprehended the mysteries of words could learn.

After spending three days with the other person, you will naturally be able to understand what they are saying and have a fluent conversation.

Some outstanding magicians can understand unfamiliar languages ​​and communicate with the other party at will in just a few minutes.

The essence of this magic trick is to extract "effectively conveyed information" from the voices of others and analyze and imitate it. The god-killer's words are born with power, allowing him to efficiently understand unfamiliar language.

As for being able to read the text, it's because the name of Genmaki Hikaru consists of three Chinese characters.

Genmaki Hikaru showed no sign of being defeated. Instead, he looked down at Narugen and asked, "How do you, an orphan, possess such great power?"

Mingxian said, "You investigated me?"

"You know that even without investigation, right?" Hikaru Tsurumaki stepped off the wreckage of the armor, and immediately several men in black suits appeared to help him straighten his disheveled clothes. Unlike Kokoro Tsurumaki, these men were all men.

"China's welfare system will prevent orphans from having surnames until they turn eighteen, and those who abandon their children are not qualified to call themselves parents."

"Children will choose their own surname when they turn eighteen."

"You seem to still be a high school student, right?"

A gentle breeze blew across the beach, causing the hem of Xian Juan Guang's clothes to sway softly.

Mingxian calmly said, "I'm currently a first-year high school student, and I haven't enrolled yet..."

For the first time, Hikaru Tsurumaki showed a surprised expression: "Looking at you, I thought you were at least a senior in high school. I didn't expect you to be even smaller than a little heart."

“People often say that,” Mingxian said noncommittally.

Although his body has become younger, he still retains that worldly air about him.

Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on Hikaru Tsurumaki's lips, a smile that contained a multitude of complex emotions—relief, resilience, regret, and self-deprecation.

“Then you should add the surname ‘Xianjuan’ first,” he suddenly said.

Mingxian: "?"

Hikaru Tsurumaki said, "Although I don't like you taking advantage of my vulnerability, since Koko has no objections, we will allow you to marry into our family. After you graduate from university, you will officially get married."

Mingxian: "..."

"What's with that expression?" Genmaki Hikaru frowned, then relaxed. "I understand. In your custom, marrying into another family is a shameful thing... How about this, I'll just adopt you. From now on, you can call me Dad."

Mingxian: "..."

Who is it?

Does he want to be his father right from the start?

What deck do you have? What deck do I have?

As if oblivious to Mingxian's dangerous gaze, Tsurumaki Hikaru continued, "Xiaoxin is surrounded by girls, and I'm a little worried. Since there's a boy who doesn't seem to mind being kissed, I should give her some preferential treatment too."

"How about this."

He made the decision on his own.

"You will first transfer from China to Shuchiin University, make friends with some powerful figures in Japan, and then go to the University of Tokyo to study while taking over the Tsurumaki family's business."

Mingxian: "..."

It's really high and mighty.

“Wait a minute.” Naruto couldn’t help but interrupt Hikaru Tsurumaki. “First of all, I have no interest in a kid who hasn’t even grown all his hair yet.”

"Secondly, kissing the heart was only to read the divine information she perceived through her spiritual vision."

"Finally, don't think that just because your family is incredibly wealthy, you can do whatever you want. I am free to go wherever I want, and don't try to control my life!"

Hikaru Tsurumaki looked at Naruzuru with a strange expression, scrutinizing him from head to toe for a long time: "Don't you want to take responsibility?"

Mingxian felt completely bewildered.

"It was just a kiss. Did you travel from ancient times?"

Genjuro Hikaru frowned and began circling around the zither.

"Strange, to possess such spiritual abilities, one must either have undergone training or have a high concentration of divine blood. How could this be?"

"Any questions?"

Genmaki Hikaru said calmly, "Neither divine blood nor spiritual power will increase lifespan. If one wants to use spiritual power to do evil, it will only damage one's luck."

"Under these circumstances, a consensus gradually emerged among psychics worldwide—apprentices who study the magic path should shoulder the 'duties of noble people.' This means not only inheriting mystical arts and knowledge, but also protecting the people as a shield when society faces crises."

“Even in the corrupt Shinto shrine, Onmyoji will abide by this rule.”

"How could you not want to take responsibility?"

Upon hearing this, Mingxian immediately had an idea.

The keywords were found here.

Cursed power will not increase lifespan, and it cannot even be used for evil purposes, otherwise it will damage one's fortune.

Is this the type of world where the stronger the curse power, the more severely it is suppressed by heaven and earth?

Or……

This world, like the world in the original story, is inhabited by a supreme God of Fate who holds the threads of destiny for all beings and decides their fate.

However, Mingxian did figure out one thing.

“No wonder his heart possesses a concentration of divine blood that even the gods admire, yet he has never undergone any related cultivation,” Mingxian murmured.

Genmaki Hikaru said calmly, "If you were to carefully step into the demonic path, you would probably have to face supernatural phenomena. If it were just ordinary things, it would be fine, but if you encountered anything related to gods, you would probably die immediately."

"Just like this time."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "There are still many people in Japan who possess divine blood and talent but have not cultivated themselves. During the World War, Tokyo even became a haven for those divine descendants who wanted to stay away from the demonic path."

Upon hearing this, Mingxian pointed to his hair.

"Could it be that all the colorful hair in Japan is due to divine blood?"

Genmaki Hikaru nodded.

"I thought it was caused by some kind of superpower," Mingxian remarked.

Then, he changed the subject.

"When you talked about things related to gods, were you referring to disobedient gods?"

Hikaru Tsurumaki nodded: "It's rare that you know about the Unruly Gods. According to the records of magicians from all over the world, the Unruly Gods have rarely set foot on earth since four hundred years ago."

"Only heavenly lightning strikes from time to time, accompanied by the spread of divine blood."

"Some people suspect that the moment the gods set foot on earth, they were punished by the heavens, causing their divine power to dissipate and turning mortals into divine offspring."

"However, starting 150 years ago, disobedient gods have occasionally appeared, each time causing considerable turmoil."

"It seems to have gotten worse in recent years."

Hikaru Tsurumaki shook his head, seemingly very worried.

Mingxian roughly understood the worldview of this world. Starting four hundred years ago, the disobedient gods were destroyed by some kind of power. When they died, the power that dissipated caused the spread of divine blood. Many humans obtained divine blood and became descendants of gods.

However, under the laws of the world, cultivation will not increase lifespan, and even if one gains power, one cannot act recklessly.

Furthermore, due to the moral requirements of the mystical side, they must confront enormous crises.

Many of the divine descendants lack such awareness and choose to stay away from supernatural forces.

Due to the two World Wars, many descendants of the gods chose to immigrate to peaceful Japan. Because of the Tsurumaki family, this country has maintained a peaceful diplomatic policy for many years, making it a place where many descendants of the gods can live peacefully.

“When a person is tainted by the power of a god at the moment of death, they receive divine blood.” Mingxian suddenly asked, “Then do you know what a person receives after killing a god?”

Genmaki Hikaru stared blankly at him.

"You will gain power."

The zither rang softly.

Wow!