Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

Takeuchi Naoyori's eyes were filled with hope. He immediately straightened his robes, knelt down and prostrated himself before Hanakawa Yu, his tone full of awe:

“Lord Death, you have finally appeared. Please let me be your servant. Our sect will serve you as our master, and all the assets and women under our sect will become your personal assets.”

Han Chuanyou raised an eyebrow.

He'd seen many people kneel and beg for mercy when they saw him about to be beaten or killed, but this was the first time he'd ever seen someone chase after him like a dog.

You don't want anything?

"I... I don't want much."

Takeuchi Naoyuki raised his head, his slightly wrinkled face beaming with a smile.

"If you could grant me some divine power, that would be wonderful. I know that Lord Death does not like to show his face, and I will become your divine messenger."

He craved power; he had already had enough of power, wealth, and physical satisfaction.

But his aging body made him increasingly anxious. He desperately wanted to know if this superhuman power could help him break free from the shackles of aging.

The fox's tail was finally revealed.

Han Chuan You looked at the others: "What about you?"

Their eyes lit up.

Judging from Death's words...

They also want to obtain the supreme power of the Phowa mouth!

Without the slightest hesitation, they all knelt down, their tone extremely devout, as if they had seen a true god.

"Lord Death, from this day forward you are our master, the supreme being..."

Han Chuanyou snorted coldly, his tone mocking: "You filthy trash, you're not worthy to be my dogs!"

Being addressed as "master" by these people gave Han Chuanyou goosebumps.

Who are these people disgusting? They'd be more like Meiyue.

These people looked up in astonishment, and Han Chuanyou's murderous voice made their bodies tremble uncontrollably.

"Lord Death, you..."

They couldn't believe that anyone could refuse to bring the entire Same Church under their control.

With a thought, Han Chuanyou raised the array pivot from his palm, golden patterns flowed across the surface of the chessboard, and more than a dozen runes flew out from it like living things, scattering in various corners of the hall.

The spiritual energy traced mysterious patterns, weaving into an invisible net in the air.

"Om..."

The Earth Fire Array was completed, and a deep resonance came from beneath the ground.

"Om..."

The maze formation was complete, and another ethereal sound echoed in the living room.

"Enjoy it slowly."

Han Chuanyou glanced down at the still stunned faces, a cold smile curving his lips. He then sank down, disappearing from the spot as if sinking into the water.

The living room was quiet for a moment.

"What does Death mean by this?"

A high-ranking official stared blankly at the spot where Han Chuanyou had disappeared and spoke in a daze.

Just as Takeuchi Naoyori was about to speak, a sudden heat came from below him.

"boom!"

The ground suddenly cracked open, and crimson flames shot out from the cracks, like wild beasts breaking free of their chains, instantly engulfing the entire hall.

The carpet burst into flames instantly, the curtains turned to ashes, and the oil painting on the wall curled and burned in the high temperature.

Takeuchi Naoyori's robe was instantly set ablaze, followed by his hair and eyebrows.

The scorching flames licked his skin, emitting a burnt smell. He let out a painful scream and rolled around on the ground, trying to extinguish the ever-growing flames on his body.

It was no use. He struggled to get up, trying to escape this inferno, but his feet got stuck to the charred carpet, and the torn flesh made him scream in agony again.

"Exit! Where's the exit?!"

These people rushed frantically toward the gate.

I could clearly see the door was right there, but after running a few steps, I found that the distance hadn't shortened at all.

The door to survival is right in front of us, yet it feels like there's an insurmountable distance between us.

They were utterly desperate.

The subterranean fire continues to devour everything.

Screams, cries, and the crackling sound of flames devouring the wood mingled together.

Takeuchi Naoyuki collapsed to the ground, his body completely engulfed in flames, but he had no strength left to fight back.

With each breath, the scorching flames were drawn into the lungs, causing a tearing pain that felt like the lungs were being ripped apart.

These people wailed and struggled, their flesh and blood being constantly devoured by the flames, their grease dripping onto the ground and turning into new fuel, their consciousness gradually fading in the high temperature.

The security guards and female cult members who rushed to the scene arrived at the door, but the scorching heat made them stop in their tracks. They could clearly see the weak struggles of those people.

Some tried to put out the fire with water, but it was still a drop in the ocean.

The screams inside grew weaker and weaker until they were completely swallowed up by the flames.

They looked at each other, completely bewildered as to why a fire had suddenly broken out.

The fire grew larger and larger, engulfing the entire mansion in flames. Orange-red beams of light shot into the night sky, illuminating a patch of heaven, which even the thick rain could not conceal.

The torrential rain poured down on the flames, splashing up hissing mist, but it did nothing to extinguish the raging fire fueled by spiritual energy.

[You have defeated the evil god's servants and obtained the following loot: 120 mid-grade spirit stones, 12 spirit gathering pills, and 9 soul crystals]

……

The heavy rain lasted all night and finally stopped in the early morning.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the rain had stopped and the sky was clear. Only a contrail drifted into the azure sky, and a few birds flew past the telephone poles.

There was still some puddles on the roadside, and the air, washed clean by the rain, carried a refreshing coolness.

Chiyoda District, Kujo Family.

Nine fox feathers awoke from a large bed that could comfortably accommodate five or six people.

Her good daily sleep habits allow her to wake up at the same time every day without needing an alarm clock.

Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, illuminating the room and the girl's face, making everything else in the room seem dim in comparison to her beauty.

Yuka Harada, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, opened the door precisely on time, and walked with elegant courtly steps to the bedside, folding her hands in front of her and bowing slightly.

"Good morning, young lady. Are you going to Harukawa or Marunouchi today?"

Nine fox feathers threw off the covers, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, stretching lazily.

Beneath the hem of the silk pajamas, her slender waistline was eye-catching, and her long, beautiful legs below were flawless.

The girl narrowed her eyes, the face of Han Chuanyou that she both loved and hated flashing through her mind, and said in a sexy voice that was slightly hoarse from just waking up, "Go to school."

I didn't go to him, and he didn't go to me either.

She's taken advantage of so many times, and not only does she refuse to acknowledge that she's his girlfriend, she doesn't even offer a basic greeting.

Kujou Kitsune thought Hanukawa Yu was very impolite.

It seems they still need some proper guidance.

Yuka nodded and turned to get her clothes.

The time spent washing up and getting dressed should be strictly limited to within twenty minutes.

Kujou Kitsune appeared in the restaurant, where various Chinese snacks were laid out on the table. In front of Kujou Maki was a bowl of beef soup, which she was elegantly tasting with a spoon.

Seeing her in her school uniform, Kujo Maki put down her spoon, a relieved smile appearing on her elegant and beautiful face, and teased:

"Oh dear, I thought you'd forgotten about that kid at school, Fox Feather. I even thought you two had broken up."

Kujou Kitsune, looking helpless, gracefully sat down in front of her mother, pressing down on her skirt.

“Mother, I’m going to school not just for him, nor for romance, but to complete my studies.”

Kujo Maki listened silently, maintaining a smile that said, "Explain it all you want, I won't believe you."

She picked up a napkin and gently wiped her beautiful lips: "Want me to tell you some news? About that little boy."

"What news?"

"That kid resolved the crisis that the Yagyu family faced not long ago. I heard his identity has been confirmed, and all that's left is to hold the ceremony for his adoption. Fox Feather, are you feeling threatened?"

Kujou Kitsune narrowed her eyes slightly, and slowly put down the shrimp dumpling she had just picked up.

When someone suddenly disappears on social media, there's no doubt that someone is keeping them company.

Kujou Kitsune suddenly understood the meaning of those words.

"Judging from your expression, you already have an idea. The Kujo family cannot be lost, not even by a single husband."

Kujo Maki encouraged him, resting her chin on her hand.

"So, Fox Feather, you must capture him."

"Mother, you should stop looking at me like that."

Kujou Kitsune felt somewhat helpless at her mother's expectant look, as if she were anticipating a dramatic showdown.

In terms of perverse tastes, the two are almost identical, and sometimes the latter even surpasses her, not even sparing her daughter.

“There’s nothing I can do.” Kujo Maki tapped the spoon handle with her fingertip, letting it slide along the rim of the bowl. “The Kujo family is really boring. Ever since you took over the affairs of the Kujo family, it’s become even more boring with nothing to do.”

Nine Fox Feathers picked up the shrimp dumpling again: "Mother, you can try to find someone worthy of your trust. I don't mind."

“You’re obviously very bothered by it.” Kujo Maki laughed, her slightly narrow eyes curving into a charming arc. “I don’t think you would accept a man suddenly appearing in your backyard.”

Kujou Kitsune pondered for a moment, then nodded, without denying it.

During the break, Han Chuan You put away his books, stood up and stretched his limbs, and saw Nakamura Tai To in front of him shaking his hands wildly under the table.

???

Han Chuan You leaned over and took a look.

I was typing! I was terrified. I thought there was someone even more perverted than myself.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm laning against someone, and anyone who dares to insult my lord will be punished severely."

Nakamura Taito didn't even look up, frantically typing away.

"You scoundrel! Come and fight!"

Han Chuan You looked at the screen. It seemed to be a discussion thread about the Grim Reaper. The poster was angrily criticizing the Grim Reaper for disrupting social order and making the island nation lose face in front of the whole world, while Nakamura Taito was cursing the other for not having a mother. In Han Chuan You's eyes, the two of them were just acting like they were being coquettish, calling each other "Baka" and "Baka".

The intensity is a bit low; it's better to roll back to the primordial chaotic abyss.

Finally, the battle ended with the other party deleting the post, and Han Chuan You was finally able to interject: "Was it necessary?"

Nakamura Taito withdrew from X with satisfaction.

"Of course it's necessary. If Death is really an alien, and he comes to rule Earth and then purges all of humanity, if he sees my record of helping him, he might be able to get a minor official position. Death is loyal!"

The traitor Nakamura Taito said this.

"Great, I understand your dream. You will definitely become the captain of the military police."

Han Chuan You felt that this kid had great potential. Although he wasn't very loyal to him as a friend, he quite admired his shamelessness.

Just as Nakamura Taito was listening to his heartfelt praise of the glorious deeds of the Grim Reaper, Hanakawa Yu's phone vibrated.

It's news from Kujou Kitsuneha.

Come to the rooftop after school at noon.

In short, Han Chuan You inexplicably sensed the resentment of Miss Kujou from above.

The rooftop is just one of a few typical storylines.