I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

"You have a point."

Mingxian humbly accepted the other party's suggestion and decided to take advantage of the morning to buy some vegetables and lean meat from nearby and cook a hearty meal himself.

After buying some meat at Meize Meat Shop, I walked to Yinhe Fruit and Vegetable Shop to buy some vegetables, but then I heard the shop owner's voice: "Kid, you're all right?"

"What are you saying?" Mingxian put down the cauliflower and looked at Uncle Sato. "I haven't fallen behind on rent, so why are you cursing me like this?"

Uncle Sato was a robust man, wearing a white shirt with a black hem, a white rope tied around his head, and standing like a stone statue with his arms crossed over his chest.

Incidentally, all the shops in this area belong to him.

Uncle Sato said, "Recently, we've been hearing strange noises and there have been dozens of missing persons cases in Bunkyo Ward."

Mingxian immediately became interested.

Is this a job offer?

"Tell me, I'm a detective!"

"you……"

Uncle Sato hesitated, wanting to say, "Stop playing detective games and just focus on being a student," but then he thought better of it and decided to just explain things to him.

He then said, “Some people have seen flaming wheels rolling through the streets at night, sweeping away lone wanderers.”

"Slipped away?"

"That's all I'm saying. He just vanished into thin air." Uncle Sato explained, "My friend at the police station said it should be considered a missing person case. Anyway, be careful and don't wander around alone at night."

He seemed lost in thought as he played the zither.

Missing.

He remembered something.

Because of Mithra's destruction of the world and the attack of Veleslana, he forgot one thing.

Izanami...

The rebellious god, blocked from the world by the desert, sent his subordinate gods in hopes of opening the road to Yomotsu Hirasaka and thus invading this world.

Although he had brilliantly defeated all three subordinate gods.

But why can't there be a fourth one?

If there truly are subordinate gods who wish to guide the disobedient Izanami into the earth, then the previous rituals must have been performed, namely the ritual of "pleasing the gods with death."

Steamship, missing...

Mingxian's eyes shone brightly as he softly asked Uncle Sato, "Uncle Sato, do you have a map of this area? The more detailed the better."

"Yes, I do have some. What do you need it for?"

Uncle Sato stepped into the store, and a moment later took out a map, in which the layout of Tokyo's streets and alleys was clearly visible.

Mingxian took the map and spread it out on the ground without hesitation. Then, his voice flowed out like a clear spring.

"Two pairs of wings, one of thought and one of memory, darting back and forth, carrying the voice of a lovely child imprisoned."

The singing was powerful and resolute, yet it subtly revealed a hint of desolation. The melody was melodious, like the soft chanting of an ancient people, transcending the boundaries of time and space to awaken dormant memories.

As the song rose and fell, magical power surged quietly, replacing the universal element that originally served as a medium, and weaving it into a more exquisite spell.

The "all-purpose" operation technique of Wan Ying Su is "universal".

This ability originates from the system reward after defeating Sylvia.

At this moment, the sound of the strings subtly adjusted the power of the spell, replacing the power of the stars, and under the irrigation of the Godslayer's vast and boundless spirituality.

The power of this "spell" has been increased.

Before the song had even ended, various abilities began to manifest, and a miracle, like magic, unfolded in the air.

This is a song written by Sylvia herself, possessing a mysterious power to search for targets and see into people's hearts.

"The black messenger of thought and memory, gracefully descends before me, appear swiftly—"

As the last note gently fell, two jet-black feathers seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, slowly swirling on the map like night spirits dancing in the air.

The trajectory of the feathers gradually shrank, eventually converging at a single point. At that moment, a certain area on the map was enveloped in light.

"It's not that far..."

Mingxian glanced at it and immediately ran towards his destination.

Uncle Sato was stunned for a moment, realizing that Naruhiro really seemed to be a supernatural detective and actually had superpowers. After thinking for a moment, he called out to Naruhiro, "Wait a minute, I'll take you there, and at least report it to the police, or other relevant adults you know."

Mingxian turned to look at him in confusion.

Taiki Sato, who has already launched his own motorcycle, said, "I don't really understand the situation either, but it's always good to have someone go with me."

That's a very tactful way of putting it.

The message was essentially advising Mingxian to be careful and at least find someone to provide logistical support.

Mingxian was about to refuse, but his gaze involuntarily fell on Uncle Sato's imposing motorcycle.

Holy crap! The goddess of the Orient!

In an instant, an indescribable sense of amazement welled up in my heart.

This is no means of transportation; it's clearly a mobile work of art!

The car's lines flow as smoothly as a shooting star streaking across the sky, exuding both elegance and power. Every turn is perfectly placed, creating a breathtaking aesthetic composition.

The design style is unique, as if it jumped directly from the canvas of the gods, carrying an inviolable holiness and mystery.

The robust body, like a symbol of strength, is firmly rooted to the earth; the low seat seems to invite every rider to get close to the sound of the wind and feel the ultimate speed and freedom.

The seamless body panels are as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the light and shadow of the surrounding world. Every shimmer is an ultimate tribute to the details.

The exposed engine reveals not only the source of power but also a profound interpretation of mechanical aesthetics. Every line and every meshing gear is a perfect display of craftsmanship, making one unable to help but be immersed in this cold mechanical symphony.

This is more than just a motorcycle; it is a messenger of the wind, an embodiment of freedom, and a perfect fusion of technology and art.

The initial thought of rejection in Mingxian's heart was melted away by this breathtaking beauty.

"Alright, Uncle, let's attack together. No demons or monsters can withstand a single blow from us."

As he said this, his eyes were fixed on the VALKYRIE Rune.

When I get back, I must buy a motorcycle.

I am a knight!

Are you still a rider without a motorcycle?

I wonder if Hayasaka Ai's 40 million is enough...

boom! boom!

The roar of the six cylinders was like the low growl of a wild beast, vibrating the air. The motorcycle carrying Uncle Sato and Naruhira shot off like an arrow, cutting through the hustle and bustle of the city and heading straight for that hidden corner of Bunkyo Ward.

In the distance, a baseball field appears particularly lonely under the setting sun, as if telling a story of past glories.

Ahead, an abandoned tunnel lay silently, awaiting its unknown fate.

After coming to a smooth stop from the speeding car, Uncle Sato looked at the scratches on the ground and couldn't help but stare at the dark tunnel, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness.

"Is this the place? What could it be?"

Mingxian turned her head slightly, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes, "I don't know, maybe it's an evil god."

Clang!

Suddenly, a large drum formed from spiritual energy appeared beside him, its surface glowing with a ghostly light. Without hesitation, Mingxian stretched out his right hand and struck the drum with pinpoint accuracy.

thump—

A sonic wave carrying magical power suddenly erupted, surging into the depths of the tunnel like a tidal wave, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Wherever the sound waves passed, the abandoned tunnel seemed to be awakened, and the peeling paint on the walls began to wriggle, as if life was moving within it.

"Roar!"

At the end of the tunnel, some ancient and slumbering monster seemed to be awakened by the sound waves, letting out a low roar that made the entire space tremble.

Like the sound of a train violently rubbing against the tracks, a fiery wheel of fists flew out from the depths of the tunnel.

With a slight pull of the string, he drew Sato Daiki aside.

boom!

The blazing ring of fire, like a wheel forged in flames, left a trail of death on the ground, instantly cleaving VALKYRIE Rune in two.

A splashing sound arose.

The roar of the burning flames mingled with the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping together.

A line of fire meandered out, like the trajectory of death, recording the moment of destruction.

The enormous ring of fire gradually subsided, and its form began to change, eventually transforming into a breathtaking white behemoth.

This behemoth stood three meters tall, with its two legs proudly erect. Its face resembled that of a fox, and around this cunning face was a blazing wheel of fire, as if it were a symbol of its power.

Its snow-white body was densely covered with Sanskrit characters.

Naruto and Uncle Sato stared in disbelief at the neatly severed VALKYRIE Rune, a single thought simultaneously forming in their minds—

You beast, what have you done?!

"Roar!"

The "train" let out a deafening roar, and flames spewed from the flaming wheel on its neck like a fire dragon, carrying destructive power as it slammed towards Mingxian and Sato.

puff!

At the critical moment, Mingxian suddenly looked up and threw a punch.

boom!

With a deafening roar, the raging demonic fire was shattered by this punch, dissipating into the air like fragile bubbles.

Whoosh!

The "train" was clearly not going to give up. Its fox head began to swing continuously, each swing accompanied by the rotation of the Flame Wheel, releasing blazing rings of fire that rained down on the zither like a storm.

But Mingxian's fists struck out in rapid succession, like lightning.