I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

"It's rare for this demon to appear in front of humans, so of course I have to kill them all!"

That bastard!

Inspector Yamato cursed inwardly, but then felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, making it extremely difficult to even breathe.

He felt weak and powerless all over his limbs, and the next moment, he knelt down on the ground, panting heavily.

Mahjong Demon clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"It seems you've reached your limit inhaling the miasma."

"What, you're still not planning to hand them over to me? Maybe I'll be in a good mood and let you off the hook!"

It bent down and grabbed Inspector Yamato's tie, speaking fiercely.

"I'll ask you one last time, where exactly is that purple worm—"

call out!

In an instant, a surge of powerful silver light roared up like a hurricane, easily piercing through the miasma in the hall.

The turbulent air currents chased after the gloomy miasma, and in a few breaths, the air suddenly cleared.

Nani?

Mahjong Demon was startled and subconsciously loosened Inspector Yamato's tie.

"Cough cough cough huff huff"

Inspector Yamato's face flushed red, but his breathing gradually calmed down.

Even Kajita Subaru, who was lying on the ground, gradually regained his normal complexion.

Seeing this, Mahjong Demon felt a chill run down his spine.

Something is wrong!

The miasma has been dispelled!

It instinctively turned its head to look in the direction where the silver light swept across.

A handsome figure dressed in a neon high school uniform appeared behind it, curiously examining it.

"Your Excellency, are you actually an accomplice of the Thousand-Legged Demon?"

Humanity?

How do you get close to someone?

Why didn't I notice anything?

The Mahjong Demon stood frozen in place, stunned.

Danger! !! !!

Shiraki Shun observed the suddenly dazed monster before him.

The purple worm, that must be the centipede, right?

Are they here to avenge the centipede?

However, this monster only possessed a mere eight hundred points of demonic power, even less than the Thousand-Legged Demon.

Isn't this just sending someone to their death, or rather, sending a demon to their death?

Bai Mujun looked away, unable to bear the sight.

If you're really going to come, please be serious.

I felt like I was being looked down upon.

"You eliminated Chizu?" Mahjong Demon suddenly came to his senses and looked at Shiramu Jun with apprehension.

"Based on your description, it should be me." Shiraki Shun nodded.

He raised his palm and asked directly, "Do you have any last words?"

There's nothing to talk about with this weakling whose demonic power is only 800 points.

"Wait, wait!" Realizing Bai Mujun's intention, the mahjong demon's green face turned deathly pale, and it cried out in alarm.

"I...I know a lot of things!"

"Oh? Does Your Excellency mean you want to disclose information in exchange for leniency?" Bai Mujun lowered his hand slightly and frowned as he spoke.

"No, this demon has only one request," the Mahjong Demon said through gritted teeth.

"Play cards with this demon."

play cards?

Shiraki Jun was taken aback.

"If you win, this demon promises to tell you what you want to know!" The Mahjong Demon seemed to have gained more confidence, staring at Bai Mujun provocatively.

To be able to so easily approach oneself, dispel one's own miasma, and save those corrupted by it.

It was uncertain.

"So, do you dare to agree?"

“Okay.” Shiramu Jun nodded.

Mahjong Demon was overjoyed.

He agreed!

He was unaware of the power of his divine artifact!

One's own divine artifact is an absolutely fair game where souls are at stake!

Although cheating is not allowed in the game

However, as long as both parties accept the concept of the game, all damage caused to either player will be nullified!

As long as you accept my game invitation, you'll be invincible!

The "万" character on the Mahjong Demon's face curved slightly, as if he were sneering.

Next, I'll use my best skill, mahjong, to defeat this arrogant priest and win his soul.

It opened its mouth and sprayed.

A dark, half-height square table, reeking of decay, was slammed down in front of them.

"Then, please take a seat," Mahjong Demon said in a deep voice.

"No need for a seat," Bai Mujun said with a smile.

A silver hand slowly rose, illuminating the mahjong demon's distorted face.

"Inspector Yamato, please close your eyes."

"I'm going to start exorcising demons."

"Wait! Didn't we agree to play cards?!" The Mahjong Demon screamed as it saw the flash of silver light.

The match has been set up!

Why is this human able to attack himself?

This unscientific!

what?

Shiraki Jun looked at Mahjong Demon with a slightly puzzled expression.

"Your Excellency, have you misunderstood something?"

"You, aren't you just a card?"

Chapter 74 has been solved.

Why should I take action just because my physical form is a card?

Is this discrimination against demons?

The Mahjong Demon didn't even realize what was happening until Bai Mujun slapped it across the face.

But as a flash of silver light appeared before his eyes, he stopped thinking.

He watched as the body in front of him instantly turned into dust and vanished.

Bai Mujun withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

Yes, as my strength has improved, my control over the Crescent Palm technique has become more and more proficient.

The initial Crescent Palm attack will consume approximately 5,000 mana points.

Now, the mana cost can be kept below 2,000 points.

In other words, I lasted longer.

Furthermore, there is no noticeable difference in effect between Crescent Palm, which consumes 5,000 mana points, and Crescent Palm, which consumes 2,000 mana points.

Currently, they're all selling out instantly.

However, Shiraki Shun was also well aware of this.

No matter how much mana is consumed, it's meaningless if you can't hit the opponent.

Although my Crescent Moon Palm can be considered an area-of-effect attack, it still has limitations in terms of direction.

If multiple monsters attack from multiple directions at the same time, even Shiraki Shun would be overwhelmed.

Unless one can simultaneously strike with a crescent-shaped palm from multiple directions.

"Cough, cough," Inspector Yamato behind him opened his eyes, supported himself on the floor with both hands, and barely managed to stand up.

He first looked around, and was surprised to find no trace of the monster.

He quickly checked on Kajita Subaru, who was lying beside him.

He rushed into the lobby and checked on the officers who had fainted.

Only after confirming that it was just a brief coma and that there was nothing seriously wrong did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He turned to look at Shiramu Jun, his face showing gratitude.