Don't force me to use my right fist.

"Those guys made their move first?"

After thinking it over, Saya realized that this was the only explanation; otherwise, Kaguya wouldn't have insisted on bringing him along.

"Yeah, if I hadn't brought most of my work to the student council, I'd probably be arrested by now." Kaguya nodded, her small face as cold as an iceberg. She never expected that the information she had gathered would start to change. This group's attack should have been in the afternoon, but it had actually happened in the morning. Last time, it was just a discrepancy in what they were carrying, but this time, even the timing was uncertain. Kaguya rubbed her temples, unable to grasp even this last bit of information, which explained her current expression.

Her essence had become unknown. She had lost even her last remaining advantage. Turning her head to look at Saya behind her, who was stroking his chin as if deep in thought, Kaguya understood that he was the source of these changes, a kind of singularity.

She didn't know whether the future changes would be good or bad, but since they had already happened, all she could do was place all her bets on him and trust that he could bring her a turning point.

"Was there any loss? Are your servants alright?"

Saya pressed on, still feeling a pang of sadness at seeing innocent people suffer, given that it involved human lives. Kaguya shook her head. This attack was entirely outside her plans, so there was no question of evacuating people beforehand. The only saving grace was that she usually kept trusted people with her, and only bodyguards and ordinary servants died. "Tsk, you really can't rely on these people's morals."

Sawa clutched his forehead. Fanatics are just that troublesome; this is actually evident in some extreme cases of cults. Don't expect them to treat innocent people as human beings; their minds are already completely deranged.

"Any other losses?" Saya sighed and got into the car with Kaguya on the way back. He leaned back in his seat and kept checking the things in his backpack that he might need later before asking.

"Hmm, and also, it seems your room burned down." Kaguya glanced at him; this guy usually hid in his room, tinkering with something. Hopefully, he didn't have anything valuable inside if his room burned down.

"Half of the entire Yuzaki family home was burned down, including yours and mine, as well as the basement below yours."

Kaguya stated the facts to him expressionlessly, only to see Saya squeeze the car handrail he was holding so tightly that it became deformed.

"Dare to burn my land?"

Zuoyou's voice trembled, and anger surged into his heart. At this moment, he felt as if he had suddenly gained a Power I buff, and his fists hardened.

Although he had packed most of the items from the basement, such as the enchanting table and the Nether portal, into his backpack, he couldn't carry his well-tended vegetable garden with him. And it was this oversight that led to its destruction by fire!

He'll burn your fields!

This is like a naughty kid taking TNT and destroying the house. For every MG player, it's an unforgivable thing. There's no arguing with them; just draw your sword. It's a fight to the death.

"Are those people still there?" Saku asked Kaguya through gritted teeth. He felt his anger was completely overflowing and he needed an outlet.

“No, I’ve already sent Reisen over to handle the aftermath. It’s safer for me to go with you.” Kaguya shook her head. If those people were still there, the information she had wouldn’t be as detailed as it is now.

"So you mean the person driving now isn't that girl in the suit?"

Sawa no longer had time to complain about the name "Immortal," but instead focused on the dense shade of the trees and the bumpy road ahead. This didn't seem like the way back to the Hanesaki family's house.

"You mean?" Although she wasn't a maid who had served her since childhood like Reisen, she was still considered one of her seniors. She wouldn't have kept her by her side without sufficient trust. The maid driving seemed to notice Kaguya and Saya's gazes and exchanged a glance with Kaguya, who was looking at her with a questioning gaze, through the rearview mirror.

"Sometimes being too smart isn't a good thing, young lady. Wouldn't it be better if I let you see you off on your final journey?"

The maid, who was driving, coldly averted her gaze, stepped on the brakes, and brought the car to a stop. Only then did she speak to Kaguya behind her.

Why did you betray me? Was I bad to you?

Kaguya was clearly still finding it hard to accept this fact, even though in countless previous reincarnations, she and Reisen had both given their lives to save her.

"Young lady, you wouldn't understand. You'll understand once you've come into contact with that deity. But none of that matters. What matters is that heretics like you, who blaspheme against the gods, should not exist in this world!"

Some of the more enthusiastic Kaguya replied with a single sentence. The servant opened the car door and got out.

"Now, embrace your destiny, my dear young lady."

A group of burly men dressed in black suddenly appeared from nowhere and surrounded the car where Saya and Kaguya were.

"You've finished talking, right?"

Sōyū glanced at the girl beside him, who had lost her usual haughty demeanor due to the betrayal, then flexed his wrists and scanned the burly men in black outside before speaking his mind in an expectant tone.

"Can I start venting now?"

Chapter 104 For My Carrot!

"You stay put, this is my personal matter." Saku cracked his neck and gave an order to Kaguya in the car before using the glass to surround her and the car together.

"I'll give you a chance. Who burned my land? Step forward. I promise I'll only twist off their heads, and I guarantee they'll still have their lives." He pointed a finger at each of the burly men in black surrounding him. Saya's expression suggested he was the only one who had surrounded them. The men unleashed a barrage of bullets, but they were all blocked by a board that suddenly appeared in front of him. Pushing open the cracked wooden door, Saya, his rage at its peak, tossed a block of dirt in his hand, and piece after piece of sky-blue diamond armor materialized on his body.

"This is your own choice. Since no one is stepping forward, I'll have to treat everyone the same." With a sigh, Sawa ignored the bullets fired at him and, almost instantly, appeared in front of a man in black.

"This is for my potatoes!" He slammed the dirt in his hand directly onto the head of the burly man in black, the cloak splitting into a meter-square mound that shoved the man's body into the dirt. The impact even forced the man to crouch, with only his head protruding from the soil. With a crisp snap, Zuo You, true to his word, broke the man's neck. While it wasn't an immediate death like in the movies, he would be a vegetable for life. The other burly men in black, seeing this man as brutal as a wild beast, were intimidated by his aura and involuntarily took a step back. But Zuo You showed no sign of stopping.

Relying on his high defense to ignore the gun attacks, and using his superhuman speed to close the distance with his opponent, Sōyū quickly arrived next to another man in black.

"This is for my carrot!" After completely replicating the previous operation, creating a mound of dirt where only the head was buried, Saya once again snapped the man's neck.

A crisp sound rang out repeatedly in this location far from the city center, accompanied by Sōyū's loud, slogan-like shouts.

"This is for my watermelon!"

"For my pumpkin!"

"This is the portion for the sugarcane!"

"And my bookshelf!"

"My torch!"

Each shout felt like a burly man's neck being snapped. Even Kaguya, sitting in the car, didn't have time to grieve over the recent betrayal; she could only lean against the car door watching Saya fight like a god of war. Did this guy really like his territory that much?

Calling him a farmer is Kaguya's fault. This guy is no farmer at all; he's a complete scoundrel, a rioter, the kind who'd grab a knife and start a fight at the slightest provocation.

The battle was almost a one-sided massacre. With Saya's current strength, dealing with ordinary people like this was a pure crushing defeat, requiring almost no effort, and he didn't even need to use most of his abilities. He could have taken them down with his bare fists. The reason he went through all this trouble was because he wanted to keep his word: if he said he'd twist their heads off, he meant it. After dealing with the last black-clad burly man who was trying to escape, Saya looked at the pile of human heads and mud mounds on the ground, a sight that resembled performance art. Feeling a surge of satisfaction, he strode over to the maid whose jaw was practically agape and raised a finger to warn her.

"I don't like hitting women. Are you trying to knock yourself out, or should I help you?" Wihl

Although she was an inside man, this also proves that, in a sense, she didn't personally participate in the burning of his fields, so giving her a slightly better ending is still acceptable.

"You heretic! God will punish you! Don't think that having this corrupt power allows you to contend with the gods. You have no idea how powerful the gods truly are!" The maid took two steps back, still muttering about her god, but the fear in her eyes for Sōyu was clearly visible. Even the other maid, Reisen, who was in charge of Sōyu's life, didn't know his strength. Only Kaguya truly knew how powerful Sōyu was. In the eyes of the other members of the Hazaki family, Sōyu was more like Kaguya's kept man, with an eccentric temperament, publicly known only as a bodyguard.

But at this moment, the maid finally understood why Kaguya insisted on keeping Ruo by her side no matter what: this terrifying power could only be possessed by a demon.

"You've said so much. I've never seen what that god looks like, how would I know? Why don't you bring him out and we'll fight?"

Zuo You picked at his ear. All that talk is pointless; let's just have a real fight. We need to see what they're made of, right?

Those who blaspheme against the gods deserve to die.

A calm, middle-aged man's voice sounded from behind Zuoyou, followed by the sound of chains cutting through the air.

"Prioritize the human body below, and the flying blade above." - wihl

The rectangular, slanted blade that should have been hanging on the guillotine flew towards Sōyū, linked by chains. It easily pierced through the diamond armor Sōyū was wearing and then cut the maid standing next to him in two.

"Hmm, I didn't quite get the strength right, but since we're both believers in the same god, I don't think you'll have any complaints against me, right?" The maid, who looked like she had died with her eyes wide open, apologized. A middle-aged man in a pure green suit walked out from not far away.

The sword turned into flour and fell to the ground. The middle-aged man, whose entire body, including his hair, was green, looked at Saya in bewilderment, wondering why he was still alive even though his own sword had pierced his chest.

"It seems you really are a troublesome heretic, just as the intelligence said. Is it the power of demons that has kept you from falling?"

Looking at Wakasaku's body with pleasure, the middle-aged man, seemingly interested in his anatomy, combed down his incongruous green hair and gave Wakasaku an elegant gentlemanly bow.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Fang Zhidi."

"He is a member of the Right Seat of God, and also the funeral director who brought death to you and the girl sitting in the car."

Chapter 105 I'm Just a Passerby

Zuoyou looked down at the wound on his chest that was slowly healing. If his body hadn't been modified by the system, he would have been dead long ago, with a knife piercing his chest. His health points had been forcibly reduced by three and a half hearts, but were now slowly recovering as his hunger points rapidly depleted.

While the green-haired monster opposite him was introducing himself, Saya secretly picked up a piece of steak and slowly chewed it. This guy's attacks were truly bizarre. What Saya found most unacceptable was that the diamond armor he wore was like paper in front of that sword, completely ineffective. This was clearly illogical; with full protection level four, the force of that sword shouldn't have broken through his defenses at all. He glanced up at the middle-aged man covered entirely in green, and judging from his unconventional appearance and strange abilities, he was probably inspired by Saiki from some anime.

Saya had no recollection of it, or perhaps it was too long ago, causing his memory to become somewhat hazy. But then again, since the other party had provoked him so much, Saya couldn't simply avoid a fight. He wasn't one to tolerate being ambushed and mocked so intimately.

"What a coincidence, you're the so-called funeral director, right? Then I'm just a passerby."

Sawa straightened up, his injuries restored, and pointed his diamond sword at the middle-aged man opposite him who claimed to be from the Western Lands.

"I am Nima's guide to the underworld."

Before he could finish speaking, Sōyu switched his longsword to a wooden bow, decisively drew the bowstring taut, and fired an arrow at his opponent. Without stopping, he followed the rapidly shooting arrow, charging towards the man. The sound of wind whistling through the air filled the air, but the middle-aged man from the Western Land showed no sign of panic. Looking at the oncoming arrow, his voice was devoid of emotion.

"Prioritize the arrow, lower it; return the body to the ground." The arrow, drawn to its full strength, struck the man's chest, but it struck as if hitting an impenetrable block of obsidian, making a crisp clatter before falling to the ground. Not even the clothes on his chest were damaged. However, Zuo You didn't expect to defeat his opponent with just this one arrow. Only a step behind the arrow, he had already arrived before the western lands.

The longsword in his hand left a blur as it slashed directly toward the middle-aged man's chest.

"Prioritize this, strike the longsword three times, and return the body to its original position."

Sōyū felt as if he had struck a bedrock, as if any more force would shatter his diamond sword.

The middle-aged man simply patted the spot on his clothes where Sawa had slashed him, and even took out a bottle of cheap red wine from his pocket with great interest, taking a swig.

This is similar to Saya, except that he eats, while Saya drinks.

"How could you possibly defeat me, who possesses the power of a divinely ordained child?"

The middle-aged man, who hadn't taken Saya's attack seriously at all, pulled out a handful of wheat flour from his sleeve and sprinkled it towards Saya, who was standing next to him.

"Prioritize the human body below and flour above."

Sensing the other party's movements, Sōyu took a few steps back to create some distance, but the flour seemed to come alive and tracked him.

Not wanting to take the strange attack head-on, Sōyū lightly raised his arm, and a stone wall was quickly built in front of him.

The wind blade carrying flour struck the stone, but it did not destroy the stone as Saya had expected.

Instead, it was as if it were just flour; after leaving a mark on the stone, it spilled onto the soil in front of it. Saya, keenly noticing this, narrowed his eyes. He had to remember this. Perhaps the way to defeat the opponent was related to this.

"The power of demons isn't limited to one kind, you heretic. I'm becoming more and more interested in your body."

The gaze directed at Saku's body was as if he were looking at a lab rat. The Western Land once again threw a handful of wheat flour at Saku.

"Prioritize the following: rocks go down, flour goes up."

The stone blocking his path between him and Saya was blasted into a sieve by the flying flour, quickly disintegrating into a pile of rubble that fell to the ground.

Saya watched Ruo Xifang's actions expressionlessly, carefully listening to what he said at the moment of the attack, and a guess formed in his mind. Ruo Xifang had no idea what Saya was thinking. Relying on his own abilities, he approached Ruo Xifang without any scruples, and the wheat flour he had planted quickly condensed into the slashing sword that Saya had just seen.

"If I cut off your head, would you be able to grow it back again? I'm very curious."

Swinging the cleaver, which possessed the light, fluffy quality of flour, Xifang threw it towards the location of Ruozaoyu.

"Prioritize the human body, placing it below, and the initial flight, placing it above."

The flour-based cleaver, lacking the weight of an iron blade but possessing a greater speed, hurtled towards Saya. If this attack missed, Saya would likely have his head severed, just as the Western Lands had described.

Although the damage might only be around 3.3 points, it was still far too terrifying.