He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

"I'm so sorry, guests, I'm late. Welcome!"

The voice is familiar.

The person who opened the door was a white-haired woman with a pair of mesmerizing crimson eyes and revealing clothing...

Huh? Isn't she the strange woman Shirakawa saw in the mirror at the gymnasium?

Seriously? What kind of reward is this?

Shirakawa panicked; the supernatural being had suddenly appeared before him in a physical form.

His instincts were constantly sending out warnings of danger.

We need to run away.

"Sakura-sama, we've gone to the wrong shop, this isn't the right one." Shirakawa grabbed Sakura's wrist and tried to run back.

The woman smiled and beckoned with her long, slender, pale fingers.

The floor gradually softened, like quicksand or silt, entangling Shirakawa's feet and causing him to slowly sink in.

It's all an illusion, it's all an illusion. Where would quicksand come from in a shopping mall?

Shirakawa kept reminding himself of this, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Brother Shirakawa, why are you not leaving? Are you feeling unwell?" Sakura asked with concern.

In her opinion, Shirakawa was just stepping on ordinary floor tiles, nothing unusual.

The passersby who come and go cannot see it.

It's okay, it's okay. Shirakawa kept telling himself this, then struggled to lift his leg.

The floorboards were torn into a sticky mess and stuck to Shirakawa's calves.

No, you need to push harder!

Shirakawa leaned forward, silently repeating these hallucinations as he struggled with all his might to break free.

Out!

Shirakawa stood on the normal floor; the hallucinations from before had all vanished, and everything before him had returned to normal.

The woman, however, frowned deeply.

This is the first time I've seen a transmigrator with such high mental resistance.

How could a native transmigrator have such abnormally high stats?

The woman's power was already miraculous; the hypnotic pocket watch was only one-third as effective as her full power.

Even so, they still couldn't control Shirakawa.

In this case...

The woman looked at Mitsu Sakura, who was supporting Shirakawa and looked anxious, and beckoned to her with her slender fingers.

Midori suddenly froze, and walked blankly toward the woman.

"Hey! Sakura-sama, hey! Sakura!" Shirakawa shouted loudly.

Sakura continued walking step by step like a machine, no matter how much Shirakawa called out to her, it was all in vain.

As soon as Mito Sakura walked in, the woman's lips curled up, looking as if her wicked scheme had succeeded.

"Shirakawa, if you want to save Sakura, then come in yourself!"

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Shirakawa stood there, stunned.

She knows her name.

Moreover, Sakura was also lured in by her.

This time, we have no choice but to go for it.

Shirakawa couldn't possibly let Sakura be alone with that strange woman of unknown origin.

He turned the metal doorknob and stepped into the mysterious general store.

A heavy, aged smell of rotten wood wafted towards him, making Shirakawa constantly fan himself with his hand.

The interior was fairly spacious, but very dilapidated, with a medieval style.

The walls are adorned with various classical oil paintings and old-fashioned clocks, their bizarre style causing a sense of unease upon closer inspection.

The wooden grid shelves held perfumes, aromatherapy products, rings, necklaces, and other trinkets, but most of them were covered in cobwebs, and there were even a few small spiders crawling on them.

The ceiling is quite high, and there is a large chandelier with candles as the light source.

"Welcome, Shirakawa."

The white-haired, red-eyed woman smiled and greeted customers at the counter.

On the counter was a strange machine that looked half like a cash register and half like a weaving machine, covered with white silk threads that stretched all the way to the ceiling. Each thread was distinct and did not cross each other.

Like a model, Mito Sakura stood to the side, her eyes vacant, her body drooping naturally, like a marionette without its strings.

The woman snapped her fingers with her long, beautiful hand, and Mito Sakura's body suddenly trembled, regaining consciousness.

"Brother Shirakawa!" Mitsu Sakura ran back to Shirakawa's side, half-hiding behind him, staring at the woman fearfully.

"Don't be afraid!" The woman smiled, raised her hand, revealing her long, sharply pointed nails, and struck a pose like a boss lady.

Every move she made seemed to be teasing Bai Chuan, or one could say that she was born with a seductive nature, attracting Bai Chuan unintentionally and automatically.

"What do you want to do?" Shirakawa asked, his eyes fixed on the woman, not daring to look away for a moment, afraid that she might do something dangerous.

He reached into his pocket, clutching his pocket watch, looking for the right moment to hypnotize this strange woman.

Although the chances of success are slim, this is the only way to break the deadlock.

"What do I want to do? Hehehe~" The woman laughed sinisterly, her large breasts, which seemed to be coated with oil, trembled slightly, and even her laughter was so charming.

Her appearance and every move seemed to embody every man's teenage fantasies about beautiful girls. Even Shirakawa had to grit his teeth and persevere to avoid being seduced by her.

"Of course I sell things! Isn't that why I run a general store?" The woman spread her hands, showing Shirakawa the goods on the shelves. "Besides, the store also offers free fortune telling services. Would you like to have your fortune told?"

The woman's gaze fell on the trembling Sakura, who shivered and trembled slightly with fear.

But when faced with a woman's question, Sakura seems unable to refuse.

Although this woman looks scary, you can tell from her appearance that her divination is very accurate.

For some reason, this thought suddenly popped into Sakura's mind.

The woman smiled as she opened an old wooden door behind the bar.

As soon as the wooden door opened, dust and grime filled the room.

Looking from the outside in, you can see a wooden square table and two old wooden chairs facing each other, one of which is missing a leg.

A goat's skull hangs on the wall, covered by a black curtain with a red, five-pointed star-like symbol drawn on it.

On the table, there was also a black square cloth with a pentagram drawn on it, and each of the four corners of the table was held down by a red crystal. There was also a candlestick on the table, with half a mutton fat candle lighting up the room and emitting a dim orange light.

Could this woman be some kind of high priest or archbishop?

Sakura, as if possessed, took a step and walked into the inner room. Shirakawa was about to follow, but the woman waved her hand to stop him.

"Sorry, our fortune telling service only accepts one person at a time."

"Brother Shirakawa~~" Sakura's eyes were filled with tears as she turned to look at Shirakawa, but her feet carried her body uncontrollably into the inner room.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Shirakawa really couldn't bear to leave her alone inside.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt her," the woman said, as if she could read Shirakawa's mind.

When the woman said those words, Shirakawa felt a strange sense of peace.

"It's alright, Sakura-sama, I'll be waiting for you here!" Shirakawa comforted her.

The opponent's strength and abilities are unfathomable.

That was all he could say to Sakura.

The woman bent over slightly, opened her arms, and gestured for the man to enter.

Mito Sakura went into the inner room.

The woman, however, was like someone undergoing mitosis, her body forcibly split into two identical ones, each with the same smile, and their behavior and temperament were all sculpted from the same mold.

One of them followed Sakura into the inner room and closed the door behind them.

Another strolled back to the front desk.

Shirakawa looked terrified. If he wasn't hallucinating and everything he was seeing was real, then this guy wasn't a magician, or even a human.

"Let me introduce myself. I am, for the sake of saying, a god of this world. I have many names, such as Jorogumo, Nakya, and so on, but you can call me Cecilia." Cecilia smiled slightly, as if the "clone" she had just created had no effect on her whatsoever.

"God?"