Poor magical girls, work for me!

The moment his hands were "nailed" to the table, a chill began to seep from the back of Miyagi Ryosuke's neck.

[Spiritual Vigilance] Warning in progress.

This level of vigilance is far from being "deadly".

It's just dangerous.

The police uniform in front of me remained in a "sitting" position, but the black liquid writhing on the badge had begun to spread outwards, slowly crawling along the collar and shoulder line of the uniform.

The pen hovered above the paper, the ink still wet on the line of text—

[The Evil God, Cangxi Guardian, asks you a question...]

It is trembling slightly.

Ryosuke Miyagi looked up and realized that the entire room was shaking.

He glanced at both sides out of the corner of his eye.

Hikawa was pressed into chair number 1, her mouth opening and closing as she spoke, but Miyagi Ryosuke couldn't hear a sound. Her expression had changed from "excitement" to "what the hell?" and she started looking around.

Matsushima Yukio sat in chair number 2, her long, silvery-white hair cascading down the sides of the chair back. Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the police uniform. The cane lay on the ground, only half a meter from her hand. She concentrated, trying to break free of the restraints and reach out to grab the cane.

I can't reach it.

A thought suddenly flashed through Ryosuke Miyagi's mind.

If they weren't being "forced" into chairs, but rather "interrogated" in them...

Therefore, this procedure should have a "release after review" mechanism.

Swish swish swish...

The pen continues writing!

On the paper, the line "[Evil God Cangxi Shou asks you a question...]" slowly disappeared, the ink fading away little by little from right to left like an eraser.

Then, new handwriting appeared:

What's your name? You're interesting.

Ryosuke Miyagi stared at the words. The chill on the back of his neck did not worsen, and he was still unable to move. Clearly, he could do nothing but answer the question.

Cangxi Shou.

This is the name of an evil god.

He remembered Nanatsuji Kirion saying that the eerie atmosphere in Tokyo had been getting stronger recently, many small shrines had quietly closed their doors, and even the gods they worshipped were showing signs of instability or even demonization.

And the suffix "守" (shǒu)...

It is God.

Even the lowest-ranking deity should at least be subordinate to a god.

Now it has become an evil god.

Ryosuke Miyagi spoke up.

"My name is Ryosuke Miyagi."

He quickly wrote down the four characters: 【Miyagi Ryosuke】.

He continued writing with the pen.

Why did you come here? Is your purpose this spirit that I've set my sights on?

? ?

Ryosuke Miyagi was startled.

How was he supposed to answer that? Was he supposed to say that he had indeed come for this one spirit?

In an instant, he went through all the high-EQ responses he could think of.

He even summarized it, and finally slowly uttered a single word.

"Yes."

The pen paused in mid-air for a few seconds, seemingly surprised that Ryosuke Miyagi would admit it so readily.

The police uniform moved slightly.

The collar shifted half an inch to the left, then slowly returned to its original position.

Like a seated person "sizing up" the person opposite them.

Then the pen continued to scribble away, and a new problem appeared on the paper.

[Your friend broke the rules for the first time, and there must be a so-called sacrifice. Have you heard of Dolphin Bay? There are often guys there who hunt dolphins. They cruelly separate baby dolphins from their mothers, waiting for trainers to choose them. Once chosen, the dolphin and its mother are permanently separated. Of course, they don't spare the mother dolphin; they kill them.]

The pen paused for a few seconds after writing this, the writing disappeared again, and the pen continued writing.

Of course, the dolphins that are chosen are both lucky and unlucky. Those that aren't chosen also face the fate of being hunted. Their meat isn't very palatable, but with a little processing, it can still be sold as whale meat.

The pen paused for a few more seconds, and Ryosuke Miyagi could even clearly see the nib of the pen trembling.

The calf let out a mournful, desperate cry. The mother dolphin was caught tightly in the iron hook, her flippers thrashing helplessly in the bloody water, blood foam oozing from her blowhole. Her last weak whimper was swallowed by the waves, leaving only a glaring crimson expanse.

Dolphin Bay, Ryosuke Miyagi captured this name.

He could clearly feel that the stinging pain in the back of his neck disappeared when he wrote those words.

And you can tell that those words were written with more force.

This evil god harbors hatred towards Dolphin Bay…

Ryosuke Miyagi's mind raced. Dolphin Bay was a famous dolphin training base, where various dolphin shows were frequently held, and all kinds of whale meat were sold.

Audiences watched the dolphin show while eating processed dolphin meat.

Therefore... the birth of this evil god must be related to Dolphin Bay.

So now you must choose a lady to take away, just like those dolphin trainers do, selecting dolphins to lead them away, leaving the remaining one to die. So please tell me your choice.

choose?

Choose one?

Children make choices; adults, of course, want it all.

Ryosuke Miyagi opened his mouth slightly, as if to say that he had chosen all of them. The next second, a sharp pain shot through the back of his neck—a deadly warning.

He closed his mouth, his trembling Adam's apple immediately swallowing the sound back.

Choose one? How do I choose?

He continued trying to move himself. If he could, now that he could move, he could open the Witcher's Hunting Manual and see if there were any specific directions.

Find a chance to survive.

Encountering an evil god... what incredible luck!

The narration in Miyagi Ryosuke's mind began to play.

"Cangxi Shou, this name seems to be related to Dolphin Bay. It was born out of the resentment of the dead dolphins. It was originally a deity worshipped by the town of Dolphin Bay for the peaceful life of the dolphins. Although it was never valued, it still did its duty to protect the peace of the ocean. Day after day of dolphin hunting caused this worshipped deity to gradually fall into depravity."

It seems to sense the aura of a witcher's hunting manual on you. It chooses to let you go, offering to leave as long as you answer truthfully. But is this still you? Sacrificing your employees for survival—the capitalist's ability lies in protecting every penny of wealth. Now you decide to break free, grabbing the policeman's uniform and questioning him in return.

"Reward: Crow Flips the Table (A cigarette will automatically appear in your mouth. As you take a deep drag, simply shout the words—'If we can't reach an agreement, then let's not talk anymore!' All rules will be temporarily invalidated!")

A cigarette appeared out of thin air in front of Miyagi Ryosuke, tumbled a few times, and he put it in his mouth, holding it firmly in his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a small flame appeared out of thin air. He tilted his head, brought the cigarette to the flame, and took a deep drag.

hiss……

Tobacco burning…

He could clearly feel the force that had been restraining him disappear instantly, and his hands were no longer firmly pressed onto the table.

Take a sip…

The smoke was exhaled from the mouth, and then all of it went back into the nasal cavity.

Big comeback!

"Fuck! Choose! Choose your mother! If we can't reach an agreement, then let's not talk!"

Ryosuke Miyagi felt his body being filled with a force, and he reached out his right hand to grab the edge of the table and flipped it over suddenly.