I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

Each swing precisely shattered the fiery wheels, causing the fire rings to vanish into nothingness in mid-air.

The "train" attacks did not stop there.

Realizing that his attack was ineffective against Mingxian, the Sanskrit characters on his body suddenly lit up, as if they had been ignited.

It transforms into the shape of a burning wheel, spinning and moving at high speed as it rolls toward the zither.

The demonic flames, like snakes, licked at the surroundings, turning Mingxian and Sato's faces crimson, like two elixirs about to burst open.

Mingxian's eyes flickered in the firelight, like two unyielding sparks. He suddenly raised his hands, which were like hammers, and rushed toward the giant drum to his side and rear.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, like the horn of an ancient battlefield, the sonic waves surged and struck Yan Lun's body directly.

The "train" instantly shed its disguise and revealed its true form.

"Ah!"

The enormous fox demon let out a miserable scream, its snow-white body trembling with every inch of flesh.

Immediately afterwards, Mingxian turned around, like the most elegant shooting star in the night sky, drawing a dazzling arc backward, and delivered a sharp spinning kick. The collision of his toes with the drum produced a deafening roar.

The drum trembled, and an even more turbulent sound wave suddenly erupted, like a raging sea, completely shattering the fragile "train," and all illusions vanished in an instant.

boom!

A deafening roar, like a sigh from heaven and earth.

The "train" vanished into thin air in an instant amidst a deafening roar.

Mingxian wasn't particularly happy about killing a divine beast; instead, he scratched his head.

Now it's impossible to confirm whether the opponent is a pawn in Izanami's plan to open the path to the earth...

They killed them too quickly.

I should have slowed down.

For example, transform yourself, strike a pose, and then kill.

Just then, a piercing scream suddenly rang in my ears, like a sharp blade slicing through a silent tunnel.

"Ah!"

Uncle Sato's voice was filled with heart-wrenching despair.

He stared blankly as his VALKYRIE Rune was mercilessly torn in two, his heart aching as if it were being torn apart, as if he could feel each heartbeat wailing in his chest.

As a former rock drummer who used drumsticks to create melodies of life, he naturally had a deep love for his motorcycle, a love that even influenced his daughter.

Uncle Sato's face was contorted in pain, his eyes filled with both agony and regret.

I regret why I insisted on trying to keep up with Mingxian's pace.

If I had known Mingxian was so powerful, I wouldn't have followed him.

As adults, it's only natural to have concerns.

Taiki Sato had nothing to say.

He couldn't possibly leave this child, who was about the same age as his daughter, to face this monster alone, could he?

But it still hurts so much!

Standing to the side, seeing Uncle Sato so distraught, Mingxian couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy.

He sighed softly, walked over, and patted Uncle Sato on the shoulder to comfort him.

It's so miserable.

This is the Valkyrie Profile motorcycle, the most expensive motorcycle in the entire Rider series from the Showa to the Reiwa eras...

Wait a moment.

Suddenly, Mingxian asked, "Was Taiki Sato a drummer before?"

Uncle Sato looked up blankly and gazed at Naruhira with a puzzled expression.

"You used to be a drummer, why are you suddenly asking this?"

Mingxian's lips curled up, he coughed lightly, and said, "As compensation for the destruction of your motorcycle, are you willing to become a 'ghost'?"

"ghost?"

"A demon is someone who protects humanity and fights monsters with a clear voice as a weapon. Would you like to become that kind of person?"

"A clear voice...is that why you asked if I'm a drummer?"

Mingxian nodded slightly and explained, "To be honest, I also find it a bit boring to fight against opponents of this level. If you are willing to become a 'demon' and fight these enemies, that would be the best option. Just consider it an outsourcing job."

"That's a really irresponsible statement..." Uncle Sato was speechless. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "What happened to those who went missing?"

"died."

"..."

"Don't look at me like that. I recently went on a long trip."

“I understand, I’m willing to become a ‘ghost’.”

Uncle Sato's eyes hardened.

For a fleeting moment, he did feel a sense of reproach, thinking that since you were nearby, killing this monster would have been an easy task, so why were so many people dying at the hands of monsters?

Twenty years ago, he would probably have been too excited and asked such a stupid question.

However, Sato now knows that he should not blame the "savior" but the "perpetrator".

With Naruhiro's explanation, Uncle Sato made up his mind.

Although it's an irresponsible statement, he was willing to accept the outsourcing job.

How does one become a ghost?

"It's very simple."

Mingxian raised his hand and used [Thousand Body Scorching Stars] to forge the divine power of [Holding Hands to Cross the Dust] into a weapon—the sealing card.

He channeled his power into the card and then slammed it directly into Uncle Sato's dantian.

"what!"

Uncle Sato suddenly let out a deafening roar, a sound that seemed to tear the air apart and shake everything around him.

Accompanied by this deafening roar, eerie blue ghost fire suddenly burst into flames around him.

The flames leaped, threatening to engulf him.

The skin began to change, gradually turning into hard steel, gleaming with a cold and mysterious light.

The bones were also strengthened with steel, becoming incredibly tough.

Its head seemed to have grown blue lines and horns, and its hideous face resembled a faceless ghost, inspiring fear in those who beheld it.

The metallic skin accentuated the muscle lines, making it appear both powerful and aesthetically pleasing.

A ring of silver-white iron tightly encircles the wrists and ankles.

On his chest, a silver-white armor stood proudly, just like his unbreakable will; around his waist, a white belt was tightly tied, with a taiko pattern in the middle.

A grayish-brown, cloth-like metal crotch covered the area below the crotch, and auspicious cloud patterns were faintly visible on the metal skin.

The sound of the zither echoed in the air, clear and firm: "Those who have fallen into the path of demons and monsters must abandon their former names! From this day forward, you are 'Gang Oni'!"

Image: "Ganggui", Location: "Images/1733743663-100420133-112430373.jpg"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: A new week, a new volume. This time I'm cosplaying Hibiki.

Not a Hibiki: Chapter Ninety-Two: Demons and Demonic Spirits

Yomotsu Hirasaka, a dark and boundless place, seems to devour all light and hope.

A simple, rudimentary boat floated alone on the desolate river, swaying with the waves, like a small boat searching for an unknown shore in the vast ocean.

On the ship, a man in a suit, his face solemn, stared at the foul-smelling waters of the underworld.

His eyes held both deep contemplation and a barely perceptible resolve.

In Jiu Jiunengzhi's heart, doubt and resentment intertwined into an impenetrable net, tightly binding his soul.

He muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty Yomotsu Hirasaka, trembling slightly: "Of the four of us who traveled together, why am I the only one who survived? Now that things have come to this, what else can I do but continue?"

Looking down at the small boat beneath him, which carried all his hopes and despair, a barely perceptible firmness shone in his voice: "Sky Bird Ship, you carried me through countless narrow passages, witnessing my helplessness and struggle."

"Now that the God of Destiny no longer exists, Mother's army no longer needs to worry about crossing this realm."

“In the past, we craved quality, and every soul had to be carefully selected.”

"Now, we must win by sheer numbers."

The voice gradually became more forceful, "Let's set a small goal: to use the blood of a thousand people every day to sacrifice in the name of our mother, but we must follow the rules of mythology and make the evil god our weapon."

As soon as he finished speaking, miraculously, a thin crack appeared in front of the small boat, like a rift tearing through space, letting in a ray of light.

Beyond the gap was a small carriage.

Between the gaps in the closed car doors, it seemed as if a pair of eyes were peeking into this human world.

This is an ordinary tram car. On the lines in Bunkyo Ward, most of the trams are small cars with only two cars, which carry students back and forth.

That's a unique feature, too.

There were only two people inside the carriage at that moment.

呲——

A piercing sound shattered the silence. The friction between the rails and the wheels caused the two girls to involuntarily tilt their bodies. They struggled to maintain their balance and managed to avoid falling.

Her short white hair swayed gently in the breeze, and her blue eyes sparkled with a clear, bright light like lake water, exuding a lively and charming aura that captivated the heart.

Kurata Mashiro wore a light blue loose T-shirt with geometric patterns, which added a touch of fashion.

She paired it with light gray high-waisted denim shorts, which perfectly accentuated her slender calves, making her look both youthful and lively.