I'm doing a crossover anime/manga project, and I'm creating a new kind of "Moonlight&

With its large caliber, gleaming silver body, polished surface, compact structure, and crimson, mysterious runes extending from all directions to converge at the muzzle, this gun is a formidable weapon.

ferocious!

overbearing!

Smith & Wesson M500 Revolver!

One of the world's most powerful revolvers, capable of firing armor-piercing incendiary rounds of the same caliber as the Barrett, namely 12.7 mm.

With a speed approaching twice the speed of sound and explosive power, it can be considered a hand cannon.

This one is clearly not an ordinary Smith; it has obviously been enchanted by some kind of mystical magic.

"Idiot, times have changed."

Feeling the heavy, solid texture, Kazuma grinned maliciously and almost pulled the trigger with both hands.

"...Die!"

Volume 1: Chapter 47 Ayanokouji: Damn it... Kazuma!!!

this moment.

In his perception, he "saw" an invisible force gathering around him, and the trigger part of the hand cannon gradually lit up with a dazzling red light.

at last.

The energy, gathered to its maximum, is released along with the ignited gunpowder, spraying out dazzling flames.

For an instant.

The air settled, and then, with a roar, white mist and air currents were pushed out with great force.

An invisible projectile, wreathed in crimson lightning, tore through the air like a sharp sword, piercing straight ahead.

Almost instantly upon activation, the factory exploded simultaneously, which gives you an idea of ​​its extreme speed.

Wood chips and metal fragments flew everywhere like bullets.

Immediately following was a shrill, venomous scream.

Kazuma felt his strength was as thin as paper in this level of recoil. His 110-pound weight was easily shaken into the air, and he landed on the grass three meters away. He rolled on the ground seven or eight times before he could barely get up, feeling dizzy.

Only then did I realize that my body felt like half of it had fallen apart, extending from my wrist to my shoulder, and I had completely lost all feeling.

"That's...that's way too exaggerated..."

Kazuma was terrified.

Is that a gun?

This power is not just powerful, it's terrifying.

He suspected that, thanks to the mysterious runes above, this thing was so powerful that it could leave even a 14.7-inch caliber Barrett with over 30,000 joules of power completely out of sight.

Moreover, it has a special affinity for metaphysics...

He was filled with excitement. With this shot, not only would the female ghost be blown to pieces, but even the female models would be covered in flowers... right?

The smoke and dust finally dissipated.

A meter-square section of the factory gate wall had been blown away, revealing itself along with a female ghost whose skull had been vaporized...

Clearly, his shot missed, grazing the evil spirit's scalp.

In the factory.

Ayanokouji touched her charred hair, staring at the gaping hole that ripped a terrifying gash through the wall at the other end of the factory. Her body went limp and she collapsed to the ground, cold sweat pouring down her back.

If he had been even a fraction of a second lower, his head would have evaporated on the spot.

You f***ing... Kazuma!!

So you're shooting at me, huh?

.....

Outside the factory.

Kazuma fell silent.

Did it go too high?

(Hachiman: No, no, no, with that kind of recoil, it's already ridiculous that you hit him.)

Even so, the female ghost was clearly severely injured, and her aura had weakened considerably.

The fleshy filaments around the skull kept trying to heal, but with a flash of scarlet light, they were charred again.

"Um, I actually wanted to give you plastic surgery, do you believe me? If there's a hole, wouldn't the distance between your eyes be closer?"

Kazuma smiled flatteringly.

Seeing that the ghost didn't object, he tried to reason with it and appealed to its emotions: "When will this cycle of revenge end? I shot you, but I gave you plastic surgery. We're even now... right?"

Clearly, the female ghost did not accept his good intentions and was even more furious.

The chilling atmosphere surrounding them suddenly intensified, and a coldness spread, making even the moonlight seem dimmer.

The female corpse stared intently at him, standing in front of the factory gate, her long white sleeves fluttering loosely and hollowly.

The crimson blood on her chest spread gradually, gradually engulfing her entire body and turning her white dress into a blood-stained garment.

then...

tick~

A drop of thick, black blood dripped from the woman's sleeve.

Then two drops, three drops, four drops... the blood kept dripping, a pool of blood appeared, and then quickly spread, forming a blackish-purple cursed blood pool.

It has a tangible resentment and despair.

Kazuma stepped back and spoke to ease the tension.

"Hey, you know how to talk, don't you? You were even more seductive than the girls in the dance area at first... cough, more lively, anyway, you were really good. How about this? I have two brothers who can be sent to you as a package deal, to serve you for life, to be your harem, how about that? A harem, ah, every man's dream."

But the evil spirit's pale, withered eyes remained fixed on him; clearly, no one was as attractive as him.

Kazuma cursed under his breath. Just as he approached a gasoline drum, he felt a sense of danger explode beneath him.

Silently.

A pair of pale claws burst from the ground, extending like vines, and reached directly at him.

Worth.

Kazuma's hair stood on end. He leaned back and, using both hands and feet, dodged away like a giant cockroach in the blink of an eye. He crawled away quickly, grabbing the ground with his hands as he crawled, while shouting hoarsely, "Boss, help! Some ugly bastard is going to kidnap me and exploit me day and night!"

Since I'm not going to let him off the hook anyway, I might as well just vent my anger.

boom!

The air currents surged~

The pale arm, stretching seven or eight meters, slammed down, causing the ground to explode and a rain of flying stones to fall, making Hezhen howl and crawl around in all directions.

"Your hair hasn't been washed in days, it's all sticky."

"Ugly is ugly, dirty is dirty, they're not the same thing. Look at all that menstrual blood you've accumulated! Even if a girl isn't the prettiest, she can still be beautiful as long as she's clean and tidy. Look..."

He glanced at it, then paused for a moment before saying apologetically, "Never mind what I said."

While flitting around with girls, Kazuma climbed, slowing down considerably. But strangely, whether by luck or premonition, he always managed to avoid the danger in advance, leaving the ground in front of the factory looking as if it had been carpet-bombed.

The female ghost went completely mad. Not only her arms, but also her seaweed-like, winding and twisting hair suddenly straightened, carrying a chilling, cursed aura as she attacked.

The speed was on a completely different level, as fast as lightning, and the air itself emitted a sharp, piercing shriek.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

The entire space was pierced by the spear-like hair, large areas of grass withered instantly, and even the land collapsed into fine sand.

but.

Kazuma suddenly thought of a question.

She only has one pair of hands, but her hair...

He looked up sharply and saw the female evil spirit's hair dancing wildly in the air, spreading, twisting, stretching...

Like a dark cloud, it swept across the sky and covered this area.

Before he could retreat, he noticed that the ever-spreading wave of black blood beneath the female ghost's feet had thinned out.

Turning around suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine.

"grass!!"

At some point, the pool of blood beneath the woman's feet split off, circled around on both sides, and closed behind him.

Then a semi-circular crimson tide rose up, completely sealing off a space the size of seven or eight basketball courts.

Twisted human bodies, faces writhing in despair.

Resentment, wails, screams, roars, cries...

The black waves of hair in front of him and the black blood-red sky behind him converged on him.

"Oh no, we're doomed!"

Kazuma's hands and feet went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

at this time.

"Alright, thank you for your hard work, Kazuma-kun."

Kazuma suddenly looked up.

And in countless monitoring devices.

At some point, a pale figure slowly rose from the factory rooftop, its back to the bright moon.

A figure stole the spotlight and all eyes.

At that moment, an invisible sense of oppression flowed, and visible arcs of azure electricity flickered and meandered around his figure...

Volume 1: Chapter 48 Crushing!

The young man's usually smiling eyes were now indifferent, carrying an air of superiority and intimidation.

Simply standing up is like a mountain standing tall, nothing can bring it down.

The evil spirit, which had been grinning coldly, froze.

As if encountering a predator, their thin shoulders trembled, and the black blood-red sky that had been obscuring the heavens dissolved at that moment, falling like raindrops.

Only at that moment did it realize what it had been chasing all along was actually what was ahead of it.

That is extinction.

The end of the ghost story called "The Female Neighbor".

(The main character had kept a distance to avoid scaring it away.)

The air was distorted, and the factory was shaking, as if it could not withstand the force that was gradually rising.

Rosser's mere standing up made it seem as if a whole sky had been lifted up; he was absolutely impossible to ignore.

Both the two people inside the factory and Kazuma in front of the factory breathed a sigh of relief and sat down heavily on the ground, panting heavily.

It's as if there's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

only.....

The group of people, and everyone else watching from satellite or monitoring cameras, were momentarily unrecognizable.

Is that the Onmyoji Rother (whom I know) mentioned in the information?