Supernatural/Anime Crossover: Where Did My Romantic Comedy Go?

The flashlight's beam seemed to be swallowed up by something, barely illuminating the ground beneath its feet.

Even the most staunch atheist will begin to doubt themselves after experiencing this situation firsthand.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on Mizutani's forehead.

He no longer had time to think about the situation of his three companions who had entered the area before him.

He suddenly turned around, took a step, and wanted to leave.

But before he knew it, a thick fog had rolled in behind him, making it impossible to see the road ahead.

Moreover, there seemed to be an invisible wall in the air, blocking his way.

This place is preventing him from leaving!

"Hey, this isn't fun..."

His lips twitched, and he strained forward with all his might, trying to resist that invisible force.

But even when he was so tired that his whole body ached, he was unable to take a single step forward.

Slumped to the ground, Mizutani forcefully pulled at his expensively trimmed hair.

He knew he was trapped in this strange place.

"Damn Keiko! Damn team! Damn rich woman!"

If it weren't for Huizi, he would never have thought of exploring Shuangqiu Mountain.

If the team had been more reliable and had discovered this place sooner, he wouldn't have had to bite the bullet and come in.

If that rich woman had been more generous, he wouldn't have been fired from the host club.

At this moment, Mizutani finally stopped hiding his true feelings and cursed all those who had caused him to end up in this predicament.

But after he finished venting, he still had to face reality.

We need to find a way out of here!

He finally ushered in the second spring of his career!

An MCN company offered him a monthly salary of two million yen, how could he possibly stay here and die with those three idiots!

A fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

Mizutani stood up and looked at the village in front of him, which was covered with bright red lanterns.

The scarlet light stood out starkly in the darkness.

It's like a purgatory awaiting newcomers, a place where people chat and discuss.

He gritted his teeth and walked in that direction.

Of course he knew that place looked dangerous.

But he had no other choice.

They either stay put and wait to die, or they figure out what's going on and fight their way out.

Volume One: Chapter Fifty-Five - The Divine Sedan Chair

Moreover, Mizutani harbors unspoken fantasies.

What if he is the protagonist destined to solve this problem?

After all, isn't that how movies are always filmed?

The male protagonist stumbles into an abandoned mountain village by chance and then experiences a series of bizarre events.

With the help of a group of friends and a mysterious, beautiful female protagonist, the tragedy that happened in the past is gradually revealed.

After much effort, the companions fall one by one, and the male protagonist successfully resolves the incident and gets together with the female protagonist.

Art originates from life.

Mizutani felt that he would also be in that kind of situation.

The beam of the high-powered flashlight could barely illuminate the surroundings.

Mizutani trudged along the broken stone steps, his footsteps uneven, toward the village shrouded in blood.

Faint music drifted through the air.

Solemn and dignified.

However, in the current situation, Mizutani only felt something was strange.

Because he felt as if he were walking step by step toward the altar.

But with no way out, this was the only path he had left.

We gradually approached the village.

In the distance, a large group of villagers walked along the dirt road, seemingly heading in the wrong direction.

A quick glance suggests there are at least a hundred people.

Mizutani breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The tense body relaxed.

It's good that someone's here!

Since there are people in the village, the three people who came in earlier may have already interacted with the villagers.

If we can find them, even if we can't escape this place, at least we'll have someone to keep us company.

Overwhelmed with excitement, he grabbed his bag and ran all the way there.

Arriving at the dirt road in the village, I randomly picked a villager who seemed easy to talk to.

Reaching out to grab the other person's shoulder, he began asking questions:

"Excuse me, I'm a lost traveler. Have you seen...?"

The right hand passed through the other person's shoulder without any obstruction.

I grabbed a handful of air.

Mizutani's eyes widened.

The rest of the sentence got stuck in his throat.

The hairs on my body stood on end.

It was then that he noticed something was wrong with the group of villagers.

The smile on his face looked like it had been drawn on with a pen.

The styles of clothing he wears range from two hundred years ago to several decades ago.

And most importantly...

They cast no shadows!

Mizutani's brain was about to explode.

The pupils contracted violently.

My body instinctively turned around and tried to run away.

However, his words just now seemed to trigger the villagers' behavior.

Her body was still facing forward, but her head was twisted at a strange ninety degrees, staring straight at him.

Whisper.

"It's a living person."

“From outside.”

"..."

Finally, countless tiny sounds merged into one, echoing over the village and creating a faint, indistinct melody:

"They're living people from outside!!"

A riot broke out.

The smile turned into a sneer.

Thick, black liquid trickled from the corner of his eye.

Some villagers' heads fell directly to the ground and rolled towards Shui Gu's retreating figure.

Some villagers split open at the waist, their upper bodies dragging long intestines, and flew behind him, grabbing his shoulders tightly.

Some villagers detached their limbs from their bodies and crawled rapidly on the ground, tightly gripping his feet.

A rotting face, foul-smelling internal organs, deathly pale limbs...

Mizutani had never experienced such a shock in his life.

My mind went blank; I just kept rushing outwards.

What kind of bullshit protagonist is this? What kind of bullshit mysterious female lead is this? He doesn't dare to think about anything right now.

The only thought was to escape the village and return to where they had just entered.

He vowed that if he could get back there, even if he was trapped and died, he would never take another step inside!

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" not only in this world, but also in the eternal world.

Kujo Toru stood quietly among the earthbound spirits.

They watched helplessly as the valley was submerged.

He had absolutely no intention of making a move.

Look up at the mountainside.

He could sense that a gaze was fixed upon them.

It was filled with greed and desire.

The black raccoon is right there.

Kujo Toru's goal is not only to complete the seal left by the previous purification shrine's sword priest.

He preferred to simply eliminate the black raccoon.

This idea had already been born when he determined the sealing node.

Because when Jianzhu left this seal, perhaps he foresaw the current situation and left behind a small contingency plan.

On top of that, he added another layer of insurance.

Black Wildcat's supernatural powers were mostly suppressed by the seal, but he was able to make use of the backup plan left by the previous Sword Master.

It's worth a try.

And after stepping into this mortal realm, he understood.

My idea is indeed feasible.

The remaining problem is to wait for the black raccoon to appear on its own.

Kujo Toru has absolute confidence in this.

Because this live-streaming team was all sacrificial lambs that Keiko Hirata found for the Black Fox.

Used to remove the seal left by the swordsman.

As long as the other party still has the idea of ​​leaving from here, it will definitely appear when the ritual officially begins.

And that's when it will be completely eradicated!

So all he has to do now is wait quietly.

Mizutani was quickly recaptured.

His hands and feet were bound, and his mouth was gagged.

The phone and microphone he used for the live stream were still with him, but his backpack had long been thrown away during the struggle, and various items were scattered all over the ground.

Only his terrified eyes could move freely, and his body trembled uncontrollably.