The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

"You bastard! This is your last chance to redeem yourself! If you dare to try any more underhanded tricks, you'll leave empty-handed..."

"From this day forward, the name Zhizai will no longer be worthy of being recorded in the Zen temple's family genealogy!"

The cold, harsh rebukes, mixed with the mocking or indifferent gazes of the other clansmen, echoed repeatedly in Zenji Naoya's mind.

It even drowned out the howling wind rushing down from the barrier's heights.

Naoya maintained a standard freefall posture, letting gravity pull him down to the Tokyo streets below, which had been reduced to scorched earth.

His sinister face was practically radiating venomous fire.

The root of all this, all the shame, points to that name—

Fukuro Megumi.

Fragments of memory surged and pieced together uncontrollably in the feeling of weightlessness.

After the news that "Zen-in Naokijin died in battle at Shibuya" reached the Zen-in family.

He, Zenin Naoya, as a recognized leader of the younger generation, should have been one of the most promising contenders in this storm.

He could almost see himself sitting in that supreme position.

however.

Zenji Nagihito returned unharmed!

The subsequent reckoning was simple and brutal.

The old father swung his loving iron fist and occasionally gave Naoya a duck neck.

Thinking of this, Naoya's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and he seemed to feel the excruciating pain from the day he was hit, when several bones were broken and his internal organs were displaced.

Ultimately, like a defeated dog, he was kicked out of the family's power center and arrived at the Tokyo Barrier with internal injuries and the ironic mission of redeeming himself.

Like a stray dog ​​licking its wounds, it secretly investigated with all its remaining forces and finally uncovered the source of the false information, as well as the contents of the will that pointed out the next head of the family.

The section for heirs, written in black and white, stung his eyes.

Fukuro Megumi.

That brat who wasn't even given a Zen temple name!

That insignificant sorcerer who was only rated as level two in the sorcery college's archives!

Why should I?!

"Fushiguro...Megumi..."

He murmured the name, his voice as soft as a sigh, yet more vicious and resolute than any curse.

"This time, I will definitely find you."

As a special first-class sorcerer, Naoya was naturally confident in assassinating this sorcerer who was only a second-class sorcerer in the advanced college.

But what Zenji Naoya never expected was that the urchin-headed figure that haunted him day and night and that he hated to the core would actually appear right in front of him!

"Yo, Sassibuli."

Seeing Naoya standing there in a daze, Fushiguro took the initiative to greet him.

As the person who caused the upheaval in the Zen temple, Fukuro had long anticipated that someone would seek revenge.

Rather than letting these uncertainties affect your subsequent plans, it's better to take proactive measures.

"You actually dared to come to my door yourself."

Looking at this face that I had repeatedly sketched in my mind and wanted to tear to pieces, it now appeared so real in front of me.

Zhi Zai was both pleased and angry.

Are you alone?

Naoya stared incredulously at Fushiguro, who had taken the initiative to fight.

After confirming that there were no other highly skilled experts present, a ferocious and smug smile spread across his face.

"Haha, with Gojo Satoru gone, I'm invincible!"

"Projection Spell!"

The battle began in an instant!

Naoya's figure left several afterimages in the air that were difficult to distinguish from reality.

With a terrifying speed that surpasses retinal detection, it appeared in front of Fushiguro Megumi as if in a flash!

A side kick, infused with magical power and powerful enough to shatter reinforced concrete, swept ruthlessly toward Fushiguro Megumi's vital waist and abdomen with a sharp, tearing sound!

This strike was enough to severely injure or even break a level two mage in half before they could react!

Unfortunately, Fuhei was no longer the level two mage he once was.

Moreover, Fushiguro has a trump card that could make Naoya utterly despair.

boom!

A heavy, muffled thud exploded amidst the ruins!

However, it was not Fushiguro Megumi who was kicked away.

It was Zenji Naoya's own attack.

His kick, a movement created by the projection spell, did indeed hit its mark squarely.

But that kick felt like it had struck a solid block of refined steel, and the recoil caused Naoya's ankle to go numb, making him pause slightly.

Zhi Zai looked up in shock.

He met only a pair of pure black, empty, and emotionless eyes.

A face covered in old and new scars, so familiar that it sent shivers down his spine.

Bare-chested, lean and muscular, with muscles like steel nooses, he exuded a raw and suffocating sense of violence simply by standing there.

"Varied?!"

The sneer on Naoya's face froze instantly, turning into unbelievable horror and absurdity. He staggered back several steps, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

Why is he here?

"Why would he protect you!"

Looking at Jin, who was blocking Fukuro's way, Naoya was unable to think, leaving only Fukuro's laughter echoing in the air.

The Demon King has accepted the order for Heishen'er; if he can't be killed in three punches, the order will be terminated.

Fukuro tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over Shen, who was blocking his way, and landing on Naoya's face, which was contorted with shock. He added in a calm tone:

"Your daddy once said that in the face of heaven and tyrants, you are nothing more than—"

"Loli".

It was as if a thunderclap had exploded in Zenji Naoya's mind!

He glared intently at Shen, who stood guard before Fukuhei like a loyal puppet, and questioned him frantically:

"Why, why is he here!"

"What did you do to him?"

"What did you do to him!"

The last sentence was a scream. The scene before him completely shattered his understanding.

Why would that once arrogant and aloof tyrant, who crushed the Zen temple, appear in this form? Why would he obey this bastard, Fushiguro Megumi?!

Faced with Naoya's broken questioning, Fushiguro Megumi simply raised his hand slightly, as if displaying a precious possession, his fingertips lightly brushing against Jinji's silent back.

"because."

"He only obeys me now."

Fu Hei took a small step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with the still Shen Er, and delivered the final, most devastating blow:

"Also, his name is Fuheshen'er, not Zen Monastery."

Zenji Naoya stood there, dumbfounded.

No matter how hard he tried, his clenched fists could no longer summon any magical power.

Meanwhile, Fukuro's actions were constantly violating the countless nights that Naoya had cherished and repeatedly rubbed against over the past twenty years, imbued with awe, resentment, and distorted fantasies and images.

In a daze, Zenji Naoya felt that he had lost his dignity as a man.

"Naoya, you wouldn't want to see Shinji treated like this by me, would you?"

"Please stop!"

inability.

Utterly incompetent.

Zenji Naoya was too weak to even stand up and could only kneel on the ground, desperately hoping that Fushiguro would disappear from his sight as soon as possible.

He was like an incompetent husband.

They could only watch helplessly as everything they had that was so precious was cruelly toyed with.

They could only watch from the sidelines, filled with impotent rage, unable to even get close...

Unable to put up the slightest resistance.

The Zen monastery is truly righteous, but it cannot be rebuilt.