A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

"Goodness, I knew this plot looked familiar."

After reading the entire comic book series, Qianyu couldn't help but twitch her lips twice.

This familiar fighting sequence is just like Ultraman fighting monsters, isn't it?

"So, this so-called village is actually just the ruins of that time?"

Chiyu felt that her worldview was being challenged.

"This world actually has the concept of giants of light?"

Based on the colors of the Ultraman depicted on the mural, Chiyu was 100% certain that this Ultraman was Tiga.

Because he had the Spark Lens in his backpack, and he'd seen people cosplaying as Ultraman Tiga at comic conventions before, how could he not recognize him?

Moreover, judging from the meaning of this mural, Tiga was not just a passerby here, but was worshipped as a god.

So here's the question.

If this logic holds true, and this is history, then it means that the Giant of Light may or may not have actually existed in this world.

Or is it because he activated the Spark Lens with the Rat Talisman, causing a shift in the timeline and creating this history out of thin air?

Did the chicken or the egg come first?

This philosophical question gave Qianyu a headache.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Who cares which came first, the chicken or the egg? Anyway, I have a pot now, so cooking and eating it is the most important thing."

He shook his head, clearing his mind of those jumbled thoughts, and refocused on the most important issue at hand: the source of magic.

If this mural is real.

According to the ending of the mural, humans built a village where the giants disappeared.

And now, deep beneath this village lies a vast source of magical power.

Could it be the stone statue that Tiga left in this world?

After all, according to the setting, although Tiga is gone, he usually leaves behind a battle body.

That is, the Ultraman Tiga statue

Moreover, the light energy contained within the Ultraman Tiga statue is absolutely the ultimate "Tang Monk's flesh" for any being who craves power.

Chiyu's eyes lit up.

That was the vessel of a true, ancient giant of light.

If we can get our hands on it and combine it with the Rat Talisman, we can truly recreate Ultraman Tiga.

Give it a try and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance it's a stone statue, it's worth the risk.

With this in mind, Qianyu perked up and continued searching for more valuable clues around the altar.

On the other side, after the so-called hot spring bath, the female teacher, along with a group of clean children, was led by the village chief into the shrine cave under the pretext of visiting the shrine.

As the group ventured deeper into the area, the female teacher's intuition began to send alarms wildly.

Since entering the cave, several villagers with strange expressions have surrounded the group closely, acting more as escorts than guides.

"T-Teacher...I'm scared..."

In addition, the cave was dark and oppressive, and the temperature was unusually hot. Several children with poor psychological resilience were already crying from fright.

Out of instinct to protect her students, the female teacher swallowed hard.

"That village chief?"

"The children are a bit afraid of the dark, and it's really too hot here. A few of them seem to be showing signs of heatstroke. How about we end our tour here for today and go outside for some fresh air?"

"Back outside?"

The village chief, who always wore a kind mask, stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned around, and in the dim torchlight, his wrinkled face looked particularly sinister, like a piece of dried old tree bark.

The old man chuckled sinisterly twice.

"You think you can leave without paying your respects? The mountain god is wrathful. If he is, the mountain will collapse and the earth will crack... Can you bear the consequences?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers who had been keeping their distance seemed to receive some kind of signal and all took a step forward in unison.

"What...what do you want to do?!"

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the female teacher made a quick decision, stopped talking, and planned to forcibly take the crying children away.

"Listen up, everyone! Don't run around! Hold hands and walk back with the teacher!"

Chapter 70 Offerings to the Mountain God

However, before she could even take the first step...

"boom!"

A dull thud echoed through the narrow passageway.

The female teacher didn't even see who did it.

A rough, large hand suddenly emerged from the shadows and slammed into her face.

The crisp sound of the nasal bone breaking was clearly audible, and blood spurted out instantly.

"what!"

The female teacher screamed as her black-rimmed glasses flew off and shattered.

"teacher!"

The children had never seen anything like this before, and they instantly erupted in chaos, screaming and crying all around them.

"Stop yelling, you little brats!"

"Those ignorant fools."

The burly man who had made the move flicked his wrist, his face filled with the indifference one would show when slaughtering livestock.

The village chief slowly walked forward, looking down at the female teacher who was still convulsing on the ground, finally tearing off that kind mask.

"We originally wanted to let you have a dignified final journey. Since you insist on refusing to listen to reason and choosing to suffer the consequences... then don't blame us for being rude."

"Get started! Don't miss the auspicious time!"

At his command, the villagers who had been on standby instantly sprang into action.

They were like wolves pouncing on a flock of sheep, roughly grabbing the children who tried to escape and dragging them deeper into the valley like chicks.

"No...no...let them go, don't touch my students!"

Just then, the female teacher who had fallen to the ground somehow found the strength to struggle and get up.

She looked at the students crying and screaming under the violence, her eyes red as if they were about to bleed.

Then, with her face covered in blood, the female teacher, like a lioness driven to desperation, clung tightly to the village chief's waist and roared with all her might.

"Run! Children, run!!!"

The surrounding villagers were stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting that this seemingly frail woman would have the courage to resist, and for a moment they were hesitant to act rashly.

However, the village chief, who was being hugged, didn't even flinch.

"Hmph, a death throes."

He gave a cold snort and winked at the villagers who were still in a daze.

"What are you looking at? She doesn't even have nail clippers, what, she's not going to bite me! Hit her!"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

The villagers reacted instantly, and seven or eight large hands reached out at the same time, forcefully pressing the female teacher back to the ground before her fingers could even touch the village chief's clothes.

"Run...run fast!!!"

The female teacher's face was pressed hard against the rough stone slab, her mouth full of blood and dust.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The children who witnessed this scene were completely devastated.

Fear spread like a plague.

Most of the children's legs were too weak to stand up, and they could only lie on the ground trembling, being dragged along by the villagers.

Only a few quick-witted individuals cried out and turned back the way they came, trying to escape this hell.

But before he could run more than a few meters, the villagers guarding the intersection grabbed him like a chick and threw him back into the group.

"Waaah... I want my mom... I want to go home..."

Despair spread like a plague.

Amidst chaos.

Michiyo Urushihara huddled in the corner, staring blankly at the hellish scene before her.

Run...you have to run...

But where is the road?

There's a dead end ahead; the exit is blocked.

And there were too many people there.

For someone with severe social anxiety, the feeling of being squeezed by others and locked on by countless gazes is just as hellish as death.

"I don't want to go there...I don't want to go to crowded places..."

Just as Michiyo Urushihara was looking around in despair, her eyes suddenly caught sight of an inconspicuous side road.

It was pitch black there, and it was suffocatingly hot. It was the path that Qianyu had avoided before because she thought it was too hot.

A normal person would never run that way.

But at this moment, Michiyo had lost her normal judgment.