Don't force me to use my right fist.

Even if you really count it, it should be said that Sawa and she haven't seen each other for thousands of years, but apart from a slight change in her hairstyle, she seems to have only grown from a little girl into a young woman.

Saya even glanced down at a certain area of ​​the girl's body that was covered by the large kimono. Although the kimono had a certain concealing effect, if there was no curve at all, it could only mean that she really didn't have the talent in that area.

This is exactly the same as that of a certain young lady; some things are destined to be limited, and no matter how hard you try, it won't work.

Seemingly noticing Saya's slightly offensive gaze, the girl who had been separated from Saya for a thousand years finally opened her lips.

Where is my room?

It was still that familiar, slightly hoarse voice, but the innocence of childhood was gone, replaced by a sense of vicissitude that only comes with the accumulation of time.

Or perhaps, after a thousand years of waiting, this feeling has fermented to a strange degree—like...

"Wait a minute, what do you mean? What do you mean by 'where is your room?'"

Sōyū ignored the questioning gazes of the two girls he lived with behind him; he was clearly dumbfounded and didn't understand what the girl meant by her words.

"I'm moving in, so where is my room?"

She calmly exchanged a glance with Saya, her eyes showing no confusion, as if she had said something perfectly natural.

Sōyū's mouth gaped even wider. How could they suddenly be moving in? He wasn't prepared at all. What had happened in the past thousand years to turn that innocent girl into this cold-blooded, scheming girl?

"This is my home, right? Shouldn't you have asked for my permission before moving in? I never said I wanted you to move in, did I?"

After Amakawa Tsubasa and Kaguya reacted and their gazes turned into murderous stares, Saya asked with a face full of doubt.

"You said it yourself. It's in your body."

"When we meet again, I can choose whether or not I can stay by your side forever."

"This is something you promised. Don't tell me that after a thousand years, you've completely forgotten what you said?"

Even though she only reached Saya's chin in height, this doll-like girl still questioned Saya in a condescending tone.

Well, actually, Saya does owe her a promise.

"No, it's been so long, why do you still remember it? It's all from when you were little. Is it really okay for you to remember it so clearly?"

Sawa's lips twitched. To him, this was something said just a few hours ago; even if he were forgetful, he wouldn't be this forgetful. No, there's no misunderstanding.

"I remember it very clearly. I came here this time to tell you my answer."

Pulling her large suitcase back up, the girl stood in front of Saya, puffing out her not-so-broad chest.

"You might say I was naive back then, but now, after a thousand years, I still want to tell you that I just want to be by the side of the only person who still cares about me and is there for me when I'm sad and upset. That has never changed."

"So, where is my room, Mr. Yokai? Or, Mr. Saya?"

On that seemingly expressionless face, a smile, like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, slowly rose. Time left Sōyū speechless, unsure how to refute her.

He was the one who made that promise back then. He originally thought that she hadn't mentioned it when she first met him, so it must be because a thousand years had made her realize it.

So, she was already here waiting for him?

But Sōyū has no reason or way to break his promise.

Therefore, despite the pressure coming from behind, Saya could only show a bitter smile.

"Of course not, my house is quite big, you can choose whichever you like."

Pointing to the empty room behind him, Sawa wanted nothing more than to travel back in time and slap his past self.

Chapter 510: Trouble Arises Immediately Upon Leaving

Even though she had a bellyful of questions she wanted to ask Shibata Ai, such as what had happened in the past thousand years, and how she had grown up to look like this,

But now is clearly not the time to ask that.

Sawa was just a little slow on the uptake, but he could still see the obvious displeasure written all over Amakawa Tsubasa's and Kaguya's faces.

Knowing that staying here any longer would inevitably lead to some trouble, Sawa's lips twitched. Before the two women could make their move, he turned around.

"I suddenly remembered that I have to go to the winery tonight to deal with those strange creatures that escaped. You guys can help take care of the newbies for now. I might be back a little late."

Having dragged the brewery over as a scapegoat, Zuoyou didn't wait for the two to reply before quickly running towards the door.

"When you come back, bring me a change of clothes."

While Kaguya and Amakawa Tsubasa were speechless at his actions, it was Shibata Ai who came from behind who turned around and, as if they had lived together for many years, gave Saya some advice.

Zuoyou didn't dare reply to her, nor did he even stop walking. He practically fled, disappearing behind the door in the blink of an eye.

Shibata Ai finally chose the room opposite Saya and pushed her luggage inside.

The remaining two girls exchanged a glance; neither of them understood what had happened.

Where did this girl come from? When did Zuoyou start dating her? And how come she's already bringing all her things home?

The most important thing is, just how many things is Sawajiro hiding from them?

The person involved, Sawa, has already fled to avoid punishment, leaving no trace behind.

Saku escaped from the Scarlet Devil Mansion at almost maximum speed. He didn't know why he felt he couldn't stay in that place for even a second longer.

After quickly tidying up his somewhat disheveled clothes, Zuoyou wasn't in a hurry to go back.

Since they've already used the excuse of helping the distillery deal with the strange escape, they should keep their word.

Actually, if he could, what Sawa really wanted to do was to take down the True Word Church, which was the biggest headache for him.

With his current power, when he activates Creative Mode, at least that boy with the chicken claw wielding the Right Hand of Divinity can no longer pose a threat to him.

As long as there's no way to instantly kill him, then frankly speaking, that guy is just a slightly mentally challenged, immature teenager.

What truly made Sawasaki wary was the blonde loli who had blown him back a thousand years in the past.

That's someone who has an Outer God as an ally, and this Outer God might even be a god at the same level as the original being, and what's more, he's extremely protective of his own.

Back then, before Saya even did anything to that little girl, he was almost killed by the explosion. Given the current situation, escaping from it would be manageable, but if he were to confront it head-on, Saya thinks it's better to give up.

A thousand or so beliefs isn't a small number, but it's certainly not a large number either.

A few commands are enough to bring it to the bottom.

Until he finds a stable way to obtain faith, Zuoyou thinks it's best to wait patiently for a while.

Of course, collecting other mods can't be put on hold either; this is Zuoyou's hobby, and currently the fastest way for him to improve his strength.

Having made his decision, Saku took out his phone, ready to contact his personal assistant, the radar girl.

It was already agreed last time that she would be in charge of scouting out any strange auras in the vicinity, and all I had to do was act as her henchman.

The division of labor was clear, and the magical girl herself was very willing to help him with this task.

Before Sawa could even press the dial button, he noticed something extremely strange happening on a bridge not far from his house.

Although Sawa was some distance away, he could still clearly sense that the space above the bridge was distorted in an extremely incongruous way.

As if some kind of bug had appeared above, Zuoyou even saw that the streetlights on the bridge were twisted and deformed as a result.

"Did something good happen as soon as I stepped out?" wh

He put the phone back. The area where Zuoyou was located was in the suburbs, and the bridge where the anomaly was discovered was not yet open to traffic.

Given this unusual occurrence, it would be inconsistent with Saya's character not to join in the fun.

Without much hesitation, Zuoyou, who hadn't done this in a long time, pulled his fishing rod from his backpack, swung it far away, and, like Spider-Man, swiftly propelled himself towards the bridge.

In ancient times, there weren't many buildings that could serve as traction points, and dense forests were not suitable for traveling in this way.

As for flying, Zuoyou can barely take off from the spot by activating creative mode, but that's obviously not worth it.

Although the power that distorts space is strange, it hasn't reached the point where Zuoyou has to use such a trump card.

Soon, Sawa arrived at the scene he had just witnessed. Fortunately, he arrived quickly enough that he wasn't too late.

The battle on the bridge was still ongoing, and there was even a girl that Sawa vaguely remembered among them.

To be precise, the girl he knew was the one being attacked on this very bridge by a group of expressionless people who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Judging from the unrecognizable mass of flesh under the streetlight not far away, it was clear that it had reached a point where action was necessary.

Having just arrived and not yet fully understanding the situation, Sayu wasn't in a hurry to go out and play the hero. Instead, he found a corner and squatted down, deciding to observe the situation first.

The purple-haired, black-eyed girl being besieged had an eerie red light flashing in her eyes. Sōyū knew perfectly well that, given her current situation, he should actually be worried about those surrounding her who were also acting strangely.

After all, this girl's name is Asashita Fujino.

Chapter 511 You call this being low-key?

But as it turned out, Saiyu's worries were unnecessary. That group of seemingly disorganized and undisciplined passersby were clearly not as simple as Saiyu had imagined.

Although the group included the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, Saya, through careful observation, still managed to discover some clues.

That is, apart from the fact that these guys all had expressionless faces like dead people, the sense of power contained in their bones and muscles was completely unlike what a group of humans could possess.

In other words, these guys are clearly not ordinary people either.

The next second, Saku understood why these guys, despite appearing so disorganized, had managed to force the girl to use her Twisted Mystic Eyes.

Among the seven or eight passersby, a middle-aged man rushed towards Asashita Fujino, who was looking at them with a wary expression.

His body didn't run like a bloated middle-aged man at all. Instead, as he ran, his head split into four pieces as if a button had been pressed. Several tentacles connected to a bone knife swung around and attacked directly in the direction of the girl.

So the world is full of strange and unusual things, even disgusting things like parasites exist?

The girl looked so familiar to him that Sayu finally confirmed his guess when he saw the remaining group of passersby also gradually breaking down their bodies and rushing towards her.

This thing that focuses its hunting actions on the head in a bizarre way, if nothing unexpected happens, is definitely based on the characters from Parasyte.

The only thing that puzzles Sawa is whether these things escaped from the brewery or were originally lurking in human society.

Furthermore, what were their motives for choosing to attack Asashita Fujino, a girl who seemed rather unlucky no matter how you looked at it?

These are all things that Saga didn't understand.

But clearly, after they revealed their true identities, Saya understood which side he should help if he really had to take action.

It's not that Saga is discriminatory or weird; it's just that parasites are essentially a species that can't survive without killing.