Ultraman: This Belial only wants to make money.

Naturally, the intrusion failed, and Kirino's memory abruptly ended the moment he brushed past that young man.

After all, the other party was an alien from a highly advanced civilization, and his own methods were ultimately too shallow.

However, Kirino was not discouraged. According to Japanese law, the conviction for trespassing is actually very low. He was neither a corporate spy who stole information nor did he cause any damage or disturbance. At most, he would be able to see the light of day again in a week.

Then, let's try to get close to that elusive being using other means.

Thinking of this, Kirino's mood improved slightly. He looked up and gazed at the scenery outside the window through the glass. Before him stretched a range of mountains, their shadows dappled with gold on the ground. A gentle breeze stirred, and the light and shadow flowed like a golden stream.

Kirino was momentarily engrossed in watching, but he quickly came to his senses—

This winding mountain road is definitely not leading to the police station!

Kirino felt a chill run down his spine. Based on the previous conversation, he realized that his background had been thoroughly investigated. The mysterious person in the front seat had probably discovered something. The destination of this car was extremely ominous!

Never sit idly by and wait for death. Kirino gritted his teeth, wanting to use that forbidden superpower once again—

"Haven't you suffered enough? Only a fool would fall twice on the same road... If I were you, I would never do that."

A light, airy voice came from the front seat.

Kirino was immediately terrified, his superpower about to be activated was abruptly interrupted.

What the hell is this? I'm usually the one who can read people's minds and predict their future actions, but why does everything I do seem to be exactly what the guy in the seat in front of me expected?!

Every move they made was monitored, all their secrets were exposed, leaving them feeling as if they were completely naked...

This novel feeling isn't exactly pleasant.

Kirino vaguely understood why those whose minds were read had shown such panicked expressions.

The voice from the front seat suddenly drew closer, and an excessively young face appeared in the rearview mirror. Eyes like two deep wells reflected Kirino's pale face.

"If you want to pretend to be an ordinary person, you need to learn to communicate using human language, Kirino. Your training is still lacking..."

As if accepting reality, Kirino smiled bitterly and said, "I knew it... If it were you, everything would make sense."

Kirino had already guessed the former's identity. His superpowers were completely suppressed. Besides the elusive White Dragon President, could there be anyone else?

Having achieved his goal, Kirino felt a surge of excitement and asked hopefully, "Then..."

I know what's bothering you, but I'm sorry, I can't help you.

This……

After the initial excitement came a wave of disappointment. Kirino sat blankly in his chair, at a loss for what to do.

Is it possible that even extraterrestrials from another civilization can't solve my problem?

"but……"

Jin Yi did not stop talking.

"Perhaps at the end of this journey, you and I will both find the answer."

After saying that, the off-road vehicle suddenly accelerated, and its lush green shadow disappeared into the verdant mountains.

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The autumn wind of Mount Sukuna swirled fallen leaves, making them dance in front of the dilapidated torii gate.

"arrive."

Two weary travelers stood before a dilapidated little temple.

The off-road vehicle was parked on the highway several kilometers away. Mount Sukuna was always quiet, with its continuous coniferous forests swallowing up shadows and sounds. Although the natural scenery was beautiful, it lacked human development, allowing only a narrow, winding mountain path to ascend. The legends of the Dragon Slayer Swordsman and the two Sukuna characters had not added much fame to this mountain.

The autumn wind of November blew, and the leaves above their heads rustled. Kirino, who was dressed in thin clothes, stamped his feet to try to resist the cold mountain temperature.

Looking at the dilapidated little temple before him, Kirino looked doubtful: "You mean... only ghosts and gods can solve my problem?"

He found it hard to believe that a highly advanced extraterrestrial civilization would believe in feudal superstition.

Moreover, as a traditional Japanese man, he had already poured out his troubles to the gods in front of Meiji Shrine, but no matter how many ema he wrote, the gods still failed to bestow blessings.

What help can the nameless ghosts worshipped in this dilapidated temple offer?

Faced with Kirino's questioning gaze, Jin Yi didn't say much. He stepped forward and placed his fingers on the rusty brass lock.

With a slight exertion, a crisp snapping sound was heard, the brass lock fell to the ground, and the two dilapidated doors were silently pushed open.

Sunlight struggled to penetrate the dense foliage of the mountain forest, making the room as dark as night. A mountain breeze swept in, rippling the cobwebs in the corners of the walls.

The bronze statue sitting in the center of the temple has long lost the spirit and glory of a hundred years ago. Thick dust has covered the down-and-out warrior with a gray robe, but his pale face is still sharp, like a blade in its sheath, its edge hidden.

"Cough cough cough..."

The thick layer of dust made it difficult for Kirino to adjust, and she let out a muffled cough before recovering after a while.

Kirino asked jokingly, "Mr. Jin, should I kneel and pray before this statue of the nameless samurai, or should I respectfully offer my donation?"

Jin Yi shook his head, stepped aside, and waved for Tong Ye to step forward: "None of that is necessary. The owner here doesn't care about that. All you need to do is pull out the samurai sword from the bronze statue."

"Trust me... your difficulties will naturally resolve themselves in time."

"Solved easily...?"

Kirino smiled. He was, after all, a modern man who had been baptized by science. Although he possessed all sorts of unscientific superpowers, such superstitious beliefs about ghosts and gods were still too unscientific.

But... there's no harm in giving it a try.

Kirino walked up to the statue and looked at the samurai sword that was being worshipped. The blade, like its owner, was covered with a thick layer of dust.

The katana on the altar was grabbed in one swift motion. Kirino's hand trembled slightly as he shook off the dust from the blade. His other hand gripped the hilt, applying a slight pressure—

Brush Lala!

The bright silver light instantly illuminated the temple, and the darkness vanished.

This sword has been sheathed for a hundred years, yet it remains as sharp as when it was first sheathed. With each tremor, accompanied by a buzzing breathing sound, a halo of light falls like snowflakes.

"A fine knife!"

Kirino exclaimed in admiration, holding the katana horizontally before him. Although he didn't know much about weapons, the sheer beauty of the blade told him that it was no ordinary weapon.

But... why does the eye reflected in the blade not look like my own?

Kirino Makio's hand gripping the sword suddenly tensed, his knuckles turning white. The katana fell silently to the ground, and the eye on the blade had quietly appeared in Kirino's eyes. It was not the gaze of a weak intellectual, but the gaze of a fierce tiger, a dragon—

"drink!"

With a thunderous roar, the soul of the Dragon Slayer Swordsman, who had passed away hundreds of years ago, unleashed his once-astounding swordsmanship, cleaving another person in the temple!