Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

After all, even someone as capricious and willful as him, whom Lucifer admired, would wait for a suitable excuse and reason before taking action against someone he disliked.

This thing, which is completely unreasonable and irrational, and whose existence seems to be meant to mock and insult humanity, infuriated Tsurugi!

You bastards can no longer live in this world.

Such a thing must be utterly destroyed, its bones turned to dust and its soul scattered!

"Holy Light, turn it on to the maximum, fucking!!!"

The river, facing the sky, facing the vast heavens, calling out to that paradise—a paradise whose location or even existence is unknown.

He didn't know if Heaven existed, but the Holy Light answered his call decisively.

When Tsugumi first activated the Paladin template, he had no intention of fighting at all. He just wanted to see how much of a response he would get from this absolutely righteous situation.

The response was stronger than we could have imagined.

Endless light shone in the sky above Shibuya, Tokyo, but to ordinary people, all they could see was a ball of light that was even more dazzling than the sun!

"Wow! What's that? It's so bright!"

"Is that a flashbang? Has the army invaded?"

"Those are... wings?"

Almost no one could see Dongjiang's true face at this moment; he was too dazzling, surrounded by holy light.

The light swept across every corner of Shibuya.

Street corners, alleyways, or other dark, secluded corners teeming with these evil spirits.

These damned things will scream as they try to escape the light and retreat into their dark and wretched darkness.

But that would be of no use.

The radiance of heaven, like the omnipresent sunlight, accompanied the thrush as it moved its wings, which resembled ribbons of light, forward, dispelling and illuminating all the dark corners.

The evil spirits melted away like summer snow the moment they were enveloped in the light!

As for those kind-hearted spirits, regardless of whether they have any attachments, they will be forced to 'become Buddhas'.

Even if it's forced, it's for their own good and for everyone else's. After all, in such a wretched environment, even a spirit without malicious intent is bound to fall. Ascending to heaven as soon as possible to some unknown place, far away from the human world, is the best choice.

Tsurugi flew across the streets of Tokyo at an extremely fast speed.

Most ordinary people only see a large ball of light suddenly appear and then fly past it in a flash.

Most of them felt nothing after being illuminated by the light; at most, they felt warm and energetic, making their heavy work much easier.

However, a small number of people, even if they were human, still screamed in pain after being illuminated by the holy light, and blisters and scars appeared all over their bodies as if they had been scorched by high temperatures.

Because they are guilty—murderers, rapists, traffickers, or other grave sins. They themselves know this, and their sins are unforgivable.

The Holy Light will judge these sinners without mercy.

There was no evidence, no trial, but this sacred radiance was like the omnipresent sun; it was reason, it was justice!

Soon, Tsugumi flew over half of Tokyo, and just as he was preparing to expand the scope further for a global disinfection—

The holy light rapidly diminished.

"Croak, why did you stop?"

Tsugumi looked at the sky and asked, believing that death and resentment would breed vengeful spirits, and that Tokyo was not worthy of being ranked among the top in the world!

After all, when it comes to a history of ruthless killing, few countries in the world today can match the 'glorious record' of the British Isles. And as for the present, the distortions of the American lower class are even more unbearable and indescribable, not to mention regions like Africa and Latin America!

If we're talking about resentment and hatred, the countries in East Asia simply can't compare to these nations and regions.

If resentment and pain are the conditions for the birth of vengeful spirits, then Tsurue thinks these places have most likely become no-man's lands by now.

The Holy Light did not answer, nor could it give him any direct divine revelation.

But ceasing the bestowal of Holy Light has already demonstrated our stance, and that is sufficient.

Caw! That's why he dislikes this unstable power that he didn't cultivate himself!

However, Tsuruga is not someone who gives up halfway. Or rather, he practices the principle that if he does something, he either doesn't do it at all, or he does it thoroughly with no turning back!

He looked down at Tokyo, wondering if it was really this island nation, or even just this city, that was not quite right.

So how do we find the root cause of the problem?

Very good, my next step is to make this island nation mine!

Tsurugi's extraordinary wisdom gave him a brilliant answer.

That's not wrong, is it? Instead of painstakingly searching for reasons why Tokyo or this island nation is wrong, why not just expand the scope and bring the entire country under our control!

To completely curb these things, we must not only target the evil spirits themselves, but also humanity! Nine times out of ten, the resentment of vengeful spirits in their previous lives was caused by people themselves. So, as long as we solve the human problem, there will be no more vengeful spirits!

The meaning of "heaven" is that it wants to rule over these mortals!

That must be it, quail! Absolutely!

After a brief hesitation, the holy light of heaven descended with a fierce radiance.

Heaven: sodayo~~~~

'A gift of heavenly power has been detected; your Paladin inscription class has been enhanced!'

You have acquired new skills—[Forced Repentance] and [Redemption]

Forced repentance

'The holy light of heaven will compel those affected by it to repent for all their wrongdoings and sins, and afterwards, they will suffer the torment of sin and transgression to atone for them!'

Redemption

'The holy light of Heaven will guide the souls of the innocent, separated from their bodies, back to their original forms, bringing them back to life. Units dead for more than three hours cannot be resurrected!'

This massive purification has thoroughly cleaned up Dongjiang. Moreover, as an act of 'tracing back to the source,' his actions have earned him more power as a paladin and two brand-new skills.

The second resurrection spell is especially important. Compared to skills that involve fighting and killing, this is the kind of ability that Tsugumi urgently needs!

He planned to leave this world directly to start the next game, accumulate enough power, and then immediately return to begin his path of conquest.

However, just before leaving, he stopped and returned to the alley.

At this moment, the girl with the ability to see ghosts named Yotsuya Miko, her mother, and her younger brother were all here. Her brother was screaming incessantly with tears streaming down his face, while her mother was trembling with fear as she held her son. They were clearly mentally unstable.

They were both lucky and unlucky. They were lucky because they were the only three victims among those rescued by Tsurugi. But the fact that they experienced this ordeal was unfortunate enough.

This was especially true for Yotsuya Miko, who was both the luckiest and the most unfortunate of girls. Being from a single-parent family was bad enough, but with her only mother and younger brother in such dire straits, they would likely be sent to a mental hospital. Even if she survived, for this financially dependent high school girl, a future tantamount to certain death was practically hell.

Tsugumi thought for a moment, then walked up to the girl with the broken and bewildered look on her face, handed her a business card, and said softly...

"If you need help, just hand over your business card here, and they'll take care of the aftermath for your mother and brother—and you can join our company's star-making program and work for me for the rest of your life to pay off my debts."

Yotsuya Miko stared blankly at the business card of the VOX Group president in her hand. She looked up, about to say something, when the knight had already disappeared into the sunlight breaking through the clouds.

"I'm so cool," Tsugumi thought to himself as he walked. Of course, he wasn't just doing a good deed; after all, someone like Yotsuya Miko, who was born with the ability to see ghosts, was indeed worthy of his help.

He was preparing to leave, eager to complete the loop and collect his other reward. Just then, another phone call came in; it was from Shinomiya Un'yō. His hurried voice came through as soon as he answered.

"I finally got through to you on the phone. You know, when you weren't here..."

"To put it simply, the Americans are planning to use underhanded tactics against me, right? The CIA has made its move?"

Tsugumi calmly raised her head, switched to her Demon Noble character card, her eyes flashing with data-driven light, and answered five seconds later.

"Okay, don't worry, everything's fine now. I have some things to do here, so I found them some tasks. Anyway, you don't need to worry about anything else."

"...What did you do?" A bad feeling crept into Shinomiya Un'yō's mind.

"I blew up Trump's house!" Tsugumi said calmly.

"what?"

"If a nuclear war doesn't break out, just wait for me to come back and take care of everything."

After leaving behind his last words, Tsugumi immediately started the next game!

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.: I'll write a few more chapters next time I come back. If nothing unexpected happens, by the third time I'll be ruling the world (winking).

Having transmigrated means you have to kill, kill, kill! : 72. [Hellblazer] Gabriel: There's no need to be so extreme...

“You know, John, no one can save your soul.”

In the church library, beside the warm fireplace, a man with light blond curly hair, dressed in a suit, and with androgynous features, spoke softly to the man before him, whose face was as pale as paper and whose eyes were dark-rimmed.

"Because you have smoked 30 cigarettes a day since you were 15, because you have never cherished your life, because of these things, you are destined to fall into hell."

She looked at the detective with either pity or mockery, squatted down in front of him, and placed her cold hand on his equally trembling and cold hand.

"You're hopeless."

The voice of the person before me was so gentle and kind, like a gentle breeze, or like a compassionate Mother Goddess who could forgive all problems.

But the words that came from her mouth were so cold and ruthless.

She pronounced a soul beyond redemption, decreed that he would inevitably fall into hell after death and suffer eternal torment.

The man, John Constantine, stood up, his lips trembling slightly, his expression one of uncontrollable rage, but just as he was about to roar, he coughed heavily.

—Cough cough cough cough cough!

He coughed violently and heavily, clutching his throat, as if trying to cough up his lungs. His lungs, already invaded by cancer cells and nicotine, spewed out clumps of bloody froth.

He simply watched Constantine's disheveled state with calm, even indifference.

"You know that, fuck you!!!"

Constantine's face flushed red. After finally recovering, he raised a middle finger at the archangel before him and cursed.

Then, he staggered away.

The invincible exorcist, the Hell Detective who had vanquished countless demons, now looked so disheveled and pitiful, like a drowning dog.

"Poor Gabriel, do you think it would disrupt God's plan if I cured his lungs?"

A sudden sound rang out here.

Gabriel frowned slightly, turned around, and saw an Asian man sitting down on the sofa next to him at some point.