I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

Asahi Rikka raised her eyelids and looked at Naruzuru with a puzzled expression.

Not only her, but even the girls who were hiding in the distance and watching this side with curiosity were all puzzled.

Mingxian then took out a bracelet. "This is the Ghost String. It contains magic that can protect your clothes. After you become a ghost, you won't be in this awkward situation again."

Asahi Rikka's expression hardened, and she asked, "Will it be like last time?"

“No,” Mingxian said directly. “Zarwan’s case was an exception.”

"Although Izanami is outside the world, she leads hundreds of millions of ugly women from the underworld and is now creating demonic sacrifices all over Japan in an attempt to open the passage to the underworld."

"But with me here, at most a few cities will be destroyed and tens of thousands of people will die as a result."

"But you don't need to worry too much. If I'm lucky enough to get the power to reverse and resurrect, I might be able to bring the dead back to life."

"I guess so……"

It's not entirely certain whether the string will be rang.

Izanami is, after all, a goddess, and she exists in the rifts beyond the world, and is hidden in the realm of the dead. In addition, the connection between my fate and Izanami is too shallow, so I cannot use [Empty Sky Chasing the Mist] to move to her side.

Even among the billions of people in the underworld army, those who escaped are enough to give humanity on earth a hard time.

Rikka Asahi made up her mind, "Naruken-kun, no, Hibiki-sama! I want to become a demon. I don't know how to fight, but I'll learn!"

Mingxian nodded slightly, confirming, "It's decided."

Rikka Asahi grasped the Oni-no-Kiri in Naruzuru's hands, holding it tenderly, and raised her eyes, "I want to help Naruzuru-kun."

Mingxian: "..."

The greatest help you can give is simply not causing trouble.

His requirements for the women around him are simple: they just don't cause trouble or hold him back.

It's like a system; it's not very useful, but it doesn't hold things back either, and it's even occasionally useful.

Although it's not very useful...

At this moment, Tomoe Utagawa stepped forward, looked at Naruhiro, and asked, "Narhiro-kun, was what you just said true?"

“It’s true, this time the enemy is an army.” Mingxian looked at Ba and confirmed, “You’re also a descendant of gods, so you should have seen Zharwan’s army of false gods before, right?”

"Although this time it can't compare to the army of false gods, the number is still excessively large."

"The voices of the evil spirits from the underworld are numbering in the hundreds of millions!"

"Even if I could eliminate 99.999% of them, the ones that slipped through the net would be troublesome, and I would also have to deal with the gods."

That being said, when that time comes, I'll probably call in people from world 608. After all, [Holding Hands Across the Dust] created a group of demons, and I can also call in people from world 235. I believe Tony will be happy to help... as long as he doesn't steal kills.

As Mingxian was thinking this, she noticed that Udagawa Tomoe's gaze had become more focused, and he slowly walked towards the [Oni Drum], then raised his hand and struck the hard drumhead heavily.

Boom!

With a punch imbued with resolve, like a thunderclap ripped through the sky, finally shaking that heavy war drum.

The drums thundered, resonating deep within our hearts.

Crimson flames surged all around, as if the gates of hell had been suddenly pushed open, releasing endless heat and fury.

Within the fire barrier, the girl transformed into a crimson demon.

Image: "Udagawa Tomoe", Location: "Images/1734086230-100420133-112444380.jpg"

Not a Hibiki: Chapter Ninety-Six - Free Flight

Icy.

Like a biting cold wind piercing through the thin barrier of consciousness.

Asuna Yuuki suddenly leaped up from the ground, her heart pounding wildly in her chest like a war drum.

The surrounding scenery contrasted sharply with the warmth of the study in her memory, and for a moment, the disorientation of time and space made her feel somewhat dazed.

"Hmph, not bad, you're one of the most outstanding ones in this batch."

A voice as cold as winter froze in the air, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Yuuki Asuna looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man with a cold smile concealing the depths in his eyes. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome face and a perfect figure and temperament, like a finely crafted work of art. His left and right sides were so symmetrical that it was unbelievable, as if he were a miracle created by nature and the gods.

In the human world, such symmetry only exists in myths and fantasies, but he stood right in front of her, making Asuna Yuuki hold her breath.

Asuna Yuuki looked him over carefully and suddenly realized that the boy's face seemed familiar.

Mingxian sat upright on the throne, his gaze piercing through Yuuki Asuna and landing on the scene behind her.

At this moment, Asuna Yuuki noticed that there were three women lying beside her, sleeping peacefully and fragilely.

Soon after, the other three also woke up, their eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

This discovery made the atmosphere even more delicate.

The surrounding environment, the awakened people, and the existence of that mysterious boy.

The surrounding scenery gradually faded from the haze, revealing its true form.

This is a pristine white temple, seemingly cast from pure marble, spotless and untouched by the passage of time, like an eternal sanctuary.

"here it is?"

Asada Shino covered her forehead and looked around. All she saw was pure white, and the solemnity and sanctity of the palace filled her with awe.

The girl has a petite and delicate appearance like a doll. She wears a desert-colored military jacket, which complements her bulletproof armor and military boots in the same color scheme, making her look capable and brave.

A long scarf was wrapped around her neck, fluttering gently in the wind, like a touch of ethereal beauty atop a snow-capped mountain.

Her hair and pupils were ice blue, like the cold currents of the deep sea, giving her an aggressive, lynx-like feel. She exuded a cold and ruthless aura, as if the world's prosperity and clamor could not touch her heart.

Image: "Shina", Location: "Images/1734089143-100420133-112444518.jpg"

Shino looked at Mingxian on the throne and Yuuki Asuna standing to the side, puzzled.

Asuna Yuuki has long, waist-length brown hair tied in a braid at the back of her head, with a small tuft of hair sticking up, making her look exceptionally playful and cute.

Wearing a white uniform with red trim and off-the-shoulder design, a red pleated skirt paired with white stockings with red cross patterns, and a slender sword at her waist, she exudes a dashing and capable demeanor.

Asuna immediately explained, "I'm not with him."

Sinon was even more puzzled upon hearing this, "But you two look like you're together."

"Me?" Asuna's gaze finally shifted from Naruhira to herself, and her pretty face flushed red, like a cherry blossom in full bloom. "Why have I changed my clothes?"

Her voice was clear and slightly shy, penetrating the entire temple. Even the other two girls heard it and cast curious glances at her.

Not to be outdone, Asada Shino carefully examined her clothes and found that she had not only changed them, but changed them completely, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, which was quickly replaced by a strange excitement.

Kirigaya Suguha had also stood up, her bright eyes quickly scanning her surroundings. When she realized that her clothes had changed drastically, she couldn't help but let out a panicked sound, like a frightened deer in the forest.

The three girls were all amazed by the change in their clothes, as if they were in a dreamlike variation.

However, this is only the prelude.

Soon after, they became even more surprised by the changes in their appearance.

While Asuna Yuuki also sensed some differences, overall the changes were not significant. What truly astonished people were Shino Asada and Suguha Kiritani.

Not only did her clothes change, but even the color of her hair and pupils changed.

Just as they were wondering, the last girl was standing dumbfounded in the corner, staring at her hands with trembling eyes, as if she had just woken up from an incredible dream, her face blank yet filled with a hint of joy.

Is this a dream?

Konno Yuuki gently shook her head, as if trying to dispel the surrounding fog and find her true self.

The girl was standing on the marble floor, her face beaming with childlike innocence and excitement.

Da da……

Taking its first steps, it's as tender as a baby, each step filled with exploration and curiosity.

Even when she accidentally fell to the ground, her delicate body hitting the ground did not bring her any sadness or sorrow; instead, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahaha~"

The laughter was crisp and melodious, as clear as a mountain stream, and instantly filled the entire hall.

Then, Konno Yuuki stood up, took a few strides, and started running freely in the hall.

Her steps were light yet powerful, each landing feeling as if she were walking on clouds.

Konno Yuuki's skin was as white as snow, and her long, straight hair was a lustrous, vibrant purplish-black, like the most dazzling star in the night sky.

The obsidian armor covering her chest was adorned with soft little balls, while her top and long skirt, which billowed in the wind, were the bluish-purple of cornflowers, as vibrant as flowers blooming in spring.

The thin black scabbard hanging at his waist added to his heroic and dashing appearance.

Her small face had dimples, and beneath her slightly upturned nose, her large, bright eyes shone with an amethyst-like light, as if wisdom and mystery were glittering in the deep universe.

Her dark hair was adorned with a red ribbon, and the curled strands swayed gracefully as she ran, as lively and captivating as an elf dancing.

Image: "Yuki", Location: "Images/1734089174-100420133-112444518.jpg"

Footsteps echoed in the temple.

Mingxian sat quietly on the throne, watching the girl run freely, without any intention of stopping her.

Instead, his eyes revealed an indescribable tenderness and tolerance.

This is also good.

Don't get me wrong, he has no interest in changing other people's tragedies.

Simply doing a good deed on a whim, and the other person's joyful laughter, will bring some instinctive positive feedback to the creature.

Godslayers are more like beasts than humans.

Wild animals, especially those that live in groups, have a certain altruistic instinct.

This is especially evident when a god-slayer faces his own kind.

Generally speaking, senior god-slayers are very tolerant of their juniors and may even offer support and assistance.

Just like how an older brother might unconsciously feed his younger siblings and even feel happy about it.