Erii: A Journey Through the Heavens Begins with Frilian

Erii lives in a hidden mezzanine in Genji Heavy Industries, located between the 11th and 12th floors, and special access is required to enter by elevator.

Not only her room, but the entire mezzanine was a completely enclosed, windowless structure. Airtight doors, alloy walls, a monitoring room, medical staff, and security personnel turned it into a prison.

Of course, what truly imprisoned Erii was not external objects, but her obedient, sensible, and well-behaved personality. Otherwise, how could reinforced concrete possibly imprison a humanoid dragon?

Yuan Zhisheng was currently on the 11th floor, not far from the rest area for ordinary employees. The men and women smoking, drinking coffee, and chatting had no idea that a nuclear bomb was living above their heads.

"Phew~"

After finishing a cigarette, Yuan Zhisheng still felt a tightness in his chest. He saw a vending machine next to him and walked over. He searched his pockets but couldn't find any coins or bills.

A hand reached out and dropped in a few coins.

"What would you like to drink, boss?" Crow's sly laughter rang out. "What would you two like to drink? It's on me."

"Let's talk about when in Ginza," Yasha said, buying himself a bottle of cola.

"Whatever," Sakura Yabuki said indifferently.

"Oolong tea," Yuan Zhisheng said.

"Same," Sakura Yabuki said calmly.

The crow raised an eyebrow and chuckled teasingly, "Sakura, you're always like this."

Sakura Yabuki glanced at him but didn't reply.

Genji told Erii about her request.

"Floor-to-ceiling windows and a large, single-level apartment?" Yaksha opened his mouth in astonishment. "What's wrong with Miss all of a sudden? Did she see something that triggered her while she was out?"

"This request is difficult to fulfill, isn't it?" Yabuki Sakura thought from Genji's perspective and realized that the most difficult thing to deal with were those old guys. The heads of various families, who wished they could kill Erii as soon as possible, would never agree to it.

A wide-open window?

Is this a hope that Erii will take a walk after meals every day?

The crow took a sip of its canned Asahi beer, smacked its lips, and said, "Miss might be going through a rebellious phase."

Thinking of Erii's mental age being out of sync with her physical age, Genji rubbed his temples.

Rebellious teenage girls are such a headache. Please, please, please don't let them end up with a horrific scene of blonde hair, smoky makeup, ripped fishnet stockings, platform shoes, and then hanging off a wall in Shibuya.

After all, Erii is considered a powerful yakuza boss.

In the quiet room above the four people's heads.

Erii changed the battery, put the memory card back into the camera, and flipped through the photos one by one, reliving the unforgettable trip.

She wasn't foolish enough to use a computer to look at it. Kaguya's main server room was located in the Genji Heavy Industries building. If it was discovered that the photos didn't look fake, she would have a hard time explaining it to others.

She didn't want her precious memories, which belonged only to her, to be spied on by others, and she didn't want Frilian, Philon, and the others to be projected onto a big screen and studied by a group of researchers.

Trip Settlement Statement:

Make friends with: Frilian, Philon, Shutark, and Aize

New Words of Power: Dustless Land, Kamaitachi

New Abilities: Can emit the roar of a sea monster; gains magic resistance from the longsword Tsukuyomi.

Souvenir received: A diamond pendant from the barbecue vendor (blessed by the goddess, sensing malice)

[Guide] Suddenly popping up, here's a travel summary.

Erii took off her clothes and went naked to the bathroom mirror. While filling the bathtub with hot water, she picked out her favorite bath bomb.

Her appearance in the mirror remained unchanged, unaffected by the passage of time during her travels through the heavens, following the time-space flow of the main world.

In other words, no matter how many years she stays in the myriad worlds, her age will not increase accordingly; at most, she will only age by 24 hours.

Whoosh~

Lying down in the heated bathtub, without her mother, Philon, waking her up, Erii slept soundly until after six in the afternoon.

"Frilian, we'll eat tonight..." she muttered unconsciously.

She stood there for two minutes, then quietly got up, quietly dried herself, quietly dried her hair, quietly put on her pajamas, quietly turned on the TV, and quietly unwrapped a triangular rice ball.

Saint Seiya was playing, and the exciting background music filled the small room, but it couldn't fill the little girl's heart. The Pegasus Meteor Fist that used to excite her no longer seemed interesting, and the rice ball in her mouth tasted like wax, even though it didn't have much flavor to begin with.

Erii was unaware that withdrawal symptoms were coming after the revelry and excitement.

Overwhelmed by loneliness, she opened a video on her camera, put on her headphones, snuggled into the covers, and listened to the most ordinary chatter before slowly falling asleep.

But Erii didn't know that once something starts, it's like a runaway train that can't be stopped.

There are only two ways to escape: zero times or countless times!

Once a traveler, always a traveler!

……

The Snake Clan is one of the oldest and most powerful mixed-race families in Japan. They keep a secret that is unknown to outsiders.

White King bloodline!

This is a white monarch, revered below all dragons, yet also an ambitious and rebellious minister.

The mixed-race people of this land inherited her restless bloodline. They generally have extremely high bloodlines but are unstable, and once they go out of control, they will endanger society.

The Snake Clan has always been cruel and cold-blooded towards members with unstable bloodlines, calling them "demons" and executing them.

These people, of course, would not sit idly by and wait to die. Over time, they banded together for mutual support and gradually grew stronger, giving birth to a criminal organization called the Fierce Demon Clan, which has been fighting and killing the Snake Clan for many years.

three days later.

The suburbs north of Tokyo.

The temple, quiet in the dead of night, still carried the scent of incense and candles from the daytime, and heavy breathing could be faintly heard in the deserted courtyard.

It was less like the vulgar moans of intercourse and more like the unrestrained roars of a wild beast.

rustling~

A cool breeze blew, and a slender, dark figure drifted in like a falling leaf.

Dressed as a ninja, Sakura Yabuki moved with the agility of a cat, silently slipping into the deepest part of the house following the sound.

Through the slightly ajar door, the overlapping and intertwined acacia trees came into view. Her expression remained unchanged, her emotions undisturbed. She lightly tapped the communicator at her waist twice with her fingertips.

This is a stronghold of the demons, which usually disguises itself as a legitimate Buddhist temple.

Upon receiving the confirmation, the Yaksha immediately led more than ten people into the temple, where they dispersed in an orderly fashion on the surrounding eaves, surrounding and encircling the target's lair.

Genjiro, dressed in a black combat suit and carrying two swords, Spider Cutter and Child Cutter, silently entered through the main entrance and came to stand behind Sakura Yabuki.

Sakura Yabuki nodded, indicating that the number of people and their identities matched.

Yuan Zhisheng's gaze was calm as he raised his finger and gently flicked it downwards.

Whoosh!

A branch specialist, carrying an RPG on his shoulder, fired a shell straight into a building that housed more than a dozen people.

Because it is located in the suburbs and there are no residential houses around, there is no need to be as restrained as in the bustling city center. When it is necessary to use firearms, there is no hesitation.

Anyway, the news for the next day had already been prepared and was ready to be released, with the headline "A temple exploded due to a gas leak, and none of the monks and staff survived."

Bang!

Flames exploded, and screams of agony filled the air.

In an instant, seven or eight blood-soaked figures rushed out, howling like ghosts, their golden eyes filled with pure, violent killing intent.

Upon seeing Genjiro, the head of the Genji clan, one of the three upper families, how could they not know that their mortal enemy had come knocking? They immediately pounced on him like wild beasts.

Before they even got close, Sakura Yabuki flashed like a ghost, severing the throats of both of them with her sharp blade.

puff puff!

Driven by the power of words and the flow of Yin energy, countless thin blades, as thin as cicada wings, were manipulated to fly and buzz as they pierced the temples of three people.

"Go to hell!"

Only one person successfully leaped to the opposite side of Genjiro and activated the Word of Power: Blaze. However, before a large amount of flame could surge out, after a hum of a blade being drawn, his head hit the ground before his body.

Then, Genjiro, Sakura Yabuki, and Yasha entered the house. The tables, chairs, and beds were broken and burning, and several corpses that had been killed by cannonballs were lying haphazardly asleep.

"Boss, this." Yaksha squatted down in the corner.

There was a hole in the ground, clearly an escape route to the outside world!

Genji looked at the location of the passage, then turned on his communicator. "A few rats have escaped."

"Boss," Crow's voice rang out, "there's been a bit of an emergency."

The three exchanged glances, all sensing the panic in Crow's tone, and realized that the so-called emergency was far more serious than "somewhat".

After all, Crow, this carefree street thug, always had a cynical and cheerful attitude when he killed people. When had he ever been so tense and helpless as he was now?

Only when the crisp sound rang out did the three of them shiver in unison, instantly feeling the same way as the crow.

"Good evening, brother!"