My front door leads to a comic strip

Japan.

Fukuoka.

The sound of ping-pong balls being smashed echoed from the damp alley.

"Hmm, kid, you're pretty arrogant. Is standing up for justice something a wage slave like you should be doing?"

A Yazaku was stepping on a man's head, raising his briefcase high and slamming it down on him repeatedly.

His actions were crude and ruthless, because afterward, with just a little threat, even if the other party was beaten black and blue, they would never dare to report it to the police.

Even kindergarten children know the oppressive power of violent gangs.

The man was curled up on the ground, his face buried in the water, his body trembling like a leaf.

Faced with repeated blows, he could only beg for mercy, saying he would never dare to do it again, and weeping bitterly.

A woman dressed in office lady attire was leaning against a wall not far away.

She clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, and upon seeing this scene, she let out a whimper like a small animal, her heart filled with an intense desire to escape.

However, just as he managed to prop himself up with his hands, his legs suddenly gave way, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Why...?

At that moment, she only hated herself for choosing this path by some inexplicable twist of fate.

If we had chosen a crowded place, this wouldn't have happened at all.

There was a camera on the ground directly opposite.

In a moment of panic, she took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and reached forward with trembling fingers, trying to secretly grab and delete the photo from before.

Even if there are no private parts, the exposure of even slightly disheveled clothing can lead to social death.

Unfortunately, Yazaku noticed this the moment his fingers touched the camera casing.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, puffing out smoke. He glanced at the woman's actions, raised an eyebrow, and couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

"What do you want? Let me tell you, I never hit women, but if you make me unhappy..."

As he spoke, he suddenly exerted force with his foot, grinding it heavily against the back of the man's hand.

"what!"

The man screamed in agony, but then, as if he didn't want to escalate the situation, he suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth, letting out a suppressed groan.

A thick layer of cold sweat kept seeping from his forehead, and Yazaku nodded in satisfaction at the sight.

It's no wonder he's covered in tattoos; he just wanted to look scary.

Anyway, even if they get caught, it'll only be a matter of a year or two.

Prisons in island nations often include room and board and medical care, earning them the nickname "low-cost versions of nursing homes."

Upon seeing this, the woman's heart skipped a beat, and she pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, silently apologizing in her heart.

It wasn't that she lacked courage; it was just that Yazaku was too terrifying, especially Yazaku who knew how to maintain boundaries.

Taking a photo could only get her locked up for three years at most, and she couldn't gamble with those three years on whether the other person would retaliate after they got out...

As she frantically pondered how to end this incident, her eyes darting around in confusion.

Will I be threatened with indecent photos? Should I anonymously report it to the police?

Just then, the shadow deep in the alley suddenly moved.

A black tentacle swept across the area with a whooshing sound.

boom--!

The woman had barely caught a glimpse of the smooth, black outline when a piercing sonic boom rang in her ears, causing her to scream and fall uncontrollably to the ground.

At the same time, Yazaku also saw the tentacles.

It's too late to hide...

His pupils suddenly contracted, and the cigarette in his mouth fell out of his open mouth.

boom!

He didn't even have time to think about what the tentacles were before he was slammed away with a bang and crashed into the wall like a broken sack.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, his eyeballs bulged out of the pain, and his solid muscles became the catalyst for death.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

His internal organs seemed to have turned into rotten mud, and fresh blood gushed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

Why...

My vision gradually darkened, and in the remaining light, I could only see the tentacles continuing their rampage, pulverizing the hard concrete.

Men and women lay face down on the ground, clutching their heads, continuing to scream in panic amidst the swirling dust.

"Help! Help! There's a monster!"

……

"Where exactly is this place? What kind of method did that man use? Spatial magic?"

Sutton was agitated, veins throbbing on his forehead, as he swung his tentacles and slammed them against the surrounding walls in an attempt to clear his view.

Just now, Milialde bound his body for a moment.

Gu Yuan seized the opportunity and directly pushed him into the Gate of Two Realms.

Although he didn't hesitate to pierce Gu Yuan's waist and abdomen the moment he pounced on him.

But once they landed, the environment changed.

The forest and open spaces have transformed into a dark and cramped place, resembling a demon's castle.

Not far away, the cries of men and women were making him feel irritated, and the murky air made him feel as if ants were crawling all over his body.

Whoosh!

With the crisp sound of concrete turning to powder, the surrounding houses cracked and disappeared, and sunlight finally pierced through the gloom and shone in.

Gu Yuan squatted behind the box, one hand tightly covering the wound on his waist and abdomen. His face was pale and his breathing was rapid.

"This guy..."

Although he successfully brought Sutton into reality, the problem was that he ended up getting injured.

Once the authorities arrive, they will inevitably collect their blood.

Damn it.

He gritted his teeth, cursing inwardly, and frantically racked his brains for a way to turn the situation around...

No, the most urgent task is to stop the bleeding.

If the bleeding continues, he'll be finished.

Calling upon the sacred texts.

fortunately.

The sacred texts have not lost their connection despite the changes in the world.

"here it is……"

Before the Holy Scripture could finish speaking, Gu Yuan abruptly interrupted, using his power to unleash healing magic, his body radiating a faint white light.

The bleeding from between his fingers gradually stopped.

Sensing the familiar magical fluctuations, Shaton turned around abruptly, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Is it really there?

The shadow spear quickly condensed in his palm, and then shot out fiercely without saying a word!

Ong!

The air crackled with a deafening bang!

Gu Yuan leaped high and narrowly dodged the attack; his pale face eased somewhat due to the healing magic.

boom!

Seeing the shadow spear shatter the ground and send debris flying, a glint of light flashed in his eyes as he came up with an idea.

Although it's not perfect, it's the only way at the moment.

— Demolish this alley; once it becomes ruins, the bloodstains and even the traces will be buried.

Hiding the trees in the forest, deceiving the heavens to cross the sea.

So he began to dodge continuously in this narrow space, using his breathing technique at full power, occasionally throwing out some holy light, barely managing to fight against the weakened Shaton.

The rumbling sound, like an earthquake, accompanied by the deafening roar of collapsing buildings, was particularly jarring.

……

Outside the alley, onlookers were dumbfounded.

No, is there a firearms battle taking place inside?

It sounds almost like the demolition of a building in an RPG.

Some people frantically pulled out their phones to call the police.

Some of the bolder ones even started live streaming while holding up their phones.

After all, this is a rare opportunity for exposure.

Fortune favors the bold.