My front door leads to a comic strip

The atmosphere at the Metropolitan Police Department was heavy.

A middle-aged man wearing an eye patch slammed his fist on the table, his arm veins bulging.

boom!

His eye was bloodshot as he stared intently at the screen, at the image of Sutton conjuring bullets out of thin air and wreaking havoc. He roared:

"Baka! Can anyone tell me what this creature is?!"

At first, they thought it was a terrorist attack, which is why they allowed reporters to take pictures.

In his view, this was a golden opportunity to enhance the prestige of the island nation.

If the nationality of the criminal is later found out, it can be used as an excuse to criticize them internationally.

The result was a biohazard crisis, with supernatural elements resurfacing...

Holy crap...did he time travel?

Does the art style have to change so quickly?

Behind him, a police officer of similar age frowned deeply.

He stepped forward, slightly raised his head to examine the screen, his expression serious, and calmly spoke:

"Inspector Mizutani, please remain calm."

"I think the most urgent task is not to find out his identity, but to catch him as soon as possible and completely block the news."

When faced with an unexpected situation, anger is useless, although I can understand Mizutani's feelings at this moment.

But no matter how angry you are, you can't break through the screen and get to the scene.

As the captain of the SAT unit, he was on par with Mizutani.

Masato Aoki quickly raised his hand and pressed the microphone on his chest to contact his team members, calmly instructing them to be careful.

He then withdrew his hand and said:

"Cut off nearby signals. Keep this a secret for as long as possible. My assault team is almost here."

"Although I don't know why this person ended up like this, but... Mizutani, you know what I mean."

"Whether it's monsters or cyborgs, the higher-ups pay far more attention to them than we do."

Island nations have a long-standing tradition of superstitious beliefs surrounding monsters and have historically created numerous urban legends.

These are all fake, of course, but suddenly a "real" one appears before your eyes.

Those above will probably go crazy.

Immortality, eternal youth...

The supernatural represents infinite possibilities.

If it is the latter... it can also enhance national strength.

Mizutani took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently. Even though he knew in his heart that Aoki was right.

But as a materialist, seeing these things suddenly still had a significant impact on my mind.

His hands, white with anger, pressed against the table. He cursed under his breath, then decisively ordered the signal to be cut off, quickly bowing his head and shouting into the microphone:

"Mountain village! Mountain village! Can you hear me?"

"Back off! Back off! Don't fight this monster head-on!"

He tried to contact the police at the scene, but all he got was a noisy, jarring mechanical busy signal.

Many drones were affected by the aftershocks of the bullets, leaving only flickering static on the screens, making it impossible to discern the specific casualties.

Seeing this, he suddenly took off his headphones and slammed them on the table.

"Baka!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Aoki Masato showed a hint of pity on his face.

However, due to their different positions, they quickly stopped caring and refocused their attention on Sutton on the screen, calmly and decisively analyzing the situation:

"The tranquilizer dart hit but didn't take effect... It really is a non-human creature. I wonder if it's because the dosage was too low."

"What are those black bullets? His blood, or...?"

His mind raced, and he frowned slightly, trying to find the corresponding monster legends in his memory bank.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't come up with any information... perhaps because he wasn't very well-known.

Just as he calmed down and continued to observe, preparing to make a judgment after seizing the opportunity, Mizutani's private phone suddenly rang.

"Hi...hi..."

He, who was once arrogant, was now unusually humble, hunching over and nodding frequently even when no one was in front of him.

Masato Aoki knew without a doubt that the call must have come from the Prime Minister's Office.

The order was probably to capture the monster alive in order to spy on the so-called supernatural.

Hopefully... there won't be too many deaths or injuries.

He let out a deep breath.

……

The world of Frilian.

When Millie Alde saw Gu Yuan appear, she quickly ran forward and carefully helped him up.

She didn't bother asking what that door was. None of that mattered.

The only thing she cares about now is where the demons have gone.

Gu Yuan actually has the ability to solve this on his own?

Gu Yuan coughed lightly twice, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, calmed his slightly rapid breathing, and said:

"It's not resolved yet. Let me rest for a while. I hope no one else saw me disappear."

He only trusted Miliald, because elves were always peaceful and wouldn't have greedy thoughts like humans.

"No," Miliearde shook her head, glancing around as she spoke.

The surrounding area was riddled with potholes and craters, as if it had been ravaged by an earthquake.

Even the city gate had collapsed, and the passage leading outside had disappeared, so naturally no one could appear.

"That's good." Gu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

A moment later, he turned around without making a sound, took out the Gate of Two Realms again, adjusted it to the size of his palm, placed it on the ground, and then opened it.

After adjusting the perspective, you soon see Sutton fighting with the police in reality.

This is a new use of the Two Realms Gate discovered by Gu Yuan, allowing one to observe the scenery on the other side without physically crossing it.

Gunshots rang out from inside the door. Millie Alde frowned slightly and instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.

Not understanding what Gu Yuan was doing, and assuming it was some kind of special magical artifact, she only glanced at it before looking away.

Then, he looked down and carefully examined his injuries, gently pressing his fingers against the wounds, silently deciding when to set off again.

—I almost died here… I’m still too weak. How can I possibly reach the capital in this state?

You must practice diligently.

"Gu Yuan, you..."

She tried to look up and ask Gu Yuan if he wanted to come with her.

Being able to cast magic means one must possess magical power; with her as a spirit teacher guiding him, his progress will undoubtedly be very rapid.

As a result, Gu Yuan suddenly pulled out the sacred text after uttering only three words.

He ran his finger across the cover.

In an instant, a dazzling white light leaped out as the pages of the book turned, shooting precisely into the room.

Whoosh!

"what!"

As a demon let out a scream, Milialde froze, her lips slightly parted.

Wait, this is... a sacred object?

Because the design of the relic was completely different from that of ordinary holy books, she remembered it quite clearly; the cover had a relief of two winged angels printed in the center.

I couldn't see clearly before because of the tense situation, but why... am I following Gu Yuan?

Could it be that he has a talent he is unaware of?

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and she pressed her fingers to her chest, feeling her heartbeat. She was overwhelmed with emotion.

If the monks found out about this, they would probably go crazy.

The light gradually brightened before my eyes. They truly were the humans I valued.

I'm getting more and more excited for the trip ahead.