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

A viscous black liquid splattered.

Like a flower in full bloom.

The vengeful spirit's body began to dissipate into black mist, interspersed with fluorescent blue light.

The other person raised their head, their face expressionless and covered in black liquid.

Like dried blood.

Miko Yotsuya felt her legs start to tremble again.

This guy... seems really bad.

Could he be a fugitive murderer? Should we call the police?

Seeing the girl in front of him pale and trembling like a leaf, Kujo Toru was somewhat puzzled:

Didn't you exorcise the vengeful spirit yourself? Why are you still so scared? Are high school girls this timid these days?

However, he quickly put the idea out of his mind.

Let's ask about the important matter first.

"you……"

But before he could even finish speaking, the girl rushed out of the bus stop.

A moment later, the thin figure disappeared completely into the rain.

All that was left was a completely bewildered Kujo Toru.

"I was even planning to ask her if she needed a talisman to ward off evil... She ran away so fast."

With a sigh, Kujo Toru shook his head.

I originally wanted to ask her about Haneyama High School, since her eyes seemed to be a rare kind of yin-yang eyes, which could directly see non-human beings.

But since they've already run away, let's just leave it at that.

I'll just go and investigate Haneyama High School myself this weekend.

A bright yellow beam of light pierced through the heavy rain, and the sound of a car engine reached our ears.

The bus we'd been waiting for finally arrived.

Picking up his umbrella, Toru Kujo prepared to get into the car when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white object about the size of a finger lying on the floor tiles.

Out of curiosity, I picked it up and saw that it was a rather strange pendant.

It looks like an eye that has grown hands and feet, kind of ugly-cute.

"You have quite unique taste."

After making a comment, Kujo Toru casually stuffed it into his pocket and boarded the bus.

If I remember correctly, that girl had this hanging on her backpack; it must have just fallen off.

While you're investigating, use the [Spirit-Trapping Technique] to return it to her.

The car doors closed, and then the engine started again, driving through the torrential rain.

In the damp alley behind the bus stop, a garbage bag was suddenly torn open.

A completely black crow emerged from it, shaking off the dirt that had settled on its body.

His scarlet eyes were fixed on the direction in which the bus had disappeared.

By the time Kujo Toru got off the train, it was already past 7 p.m.

Walking on the sidewalk, I skillfully navigated the alleyways, turned a few corners, and suddenly the view opened up before me.

A tall, vermilion torii gate stands at the foot of the mountain.

The stone-paved path stretches all the way to the mountainside.

That is where the main hall and rear hall of the shrine are located.

As you walk up the path, the trees on both sides are hidden in the darkness and their shapes are not visible.

The surrounding environment was very quiet, with nothing but the sound of rain.

Just stepping into this place, you can feel a solemn atmosphere, and even the most troubled heart will gradually calm down.

This is the only legacy that Kujo Toru inherited: the Seifu Taisha Shrine.

It occupies an entire small hill in the Chuo Ward of Chiba City.

It's hard to imagine just how popular the Qingfu Grand Shrine was at its peak.

In Kujo Toru's memory, there were never many people who came to worship at this shrine.

Since the parents succumbed to the great fortune, even fewer people have come to worship.

That's quite normal, though, since Seifu Taisha is not well-known and can't be found even by searching on the internet.

Moreover, coming from the main road requires going through several alleys and climbing half a mountain. Unless you have nothing better to do, who in a normal life would come here to worship?

Crossing the snow-white shimenawa rope that symbolizes the separation between the human and divine realms, Kujo Toru pushed open the main hall's gate.

He took the Kuji Mijima Kanesada talisman from his bag, placed it back on the altar, then turned and left, closing the door behind him before heading to the rear hall.

The main hall is for worshippers, the main hall is for the gods, and the rear hall is where the shrine staff live.

That is, his home.

"I am back."

He habitually called out into the dark room, and Kujo Toru turned on the light.

Then she took off her shoes and socks, which were already soaked through, and put on dry slippers.

The first thing I did upon entering the living room was to stand in front of the shrine, light a stick of incense, and place it in the incense burner in front of two black and white photographs.

He then picked up the bronze pestle beside him and struck the chime once, then put his hands together in prayer, thus ending the daily worship.

What should we eat tonight?

Looking at the remaining vegetables and fresh meat in the refrigerator, Toru Kujo fell into thought.

In the wind and rain, a black crow flapped its wings and landed unsteadily on the rooftop of a tall building.

From this angle, you can get a full view of the entire Qingfu Grand Shrine.

Volume One: Chapter Eight - A Stormy Night

After finishing dinner, washing the dishes, and making some preparations for the shrine's opening tomorrow, it was already past 10 p.m.

Lying in bed, Kujo Toru immersed his thoughts in the system and began to check the newly unlocked training functions.

As for the girl who was being targeted by the monster, he wasn't worried about her for the time being.

The paper figure he gave her in the classroom was his paper shrine, something like a shikigami.

Its history in Yin-Yang arts is also quite long.

Legend has it that Seimei was the most skilled at using paper exorcism. In his final battle against Ashiya Dōman, he used paper exorcism to create clones, thus deceiving Ashiya Dōman and ultimately achieving victory.

Whenever the girl encounters a non-human being, the paper exorcism will automatically activate, allowing him to sense it and rush over.

Although judging from the girl's expression at the time, she probably thought he was a blackmailer, Kujo Tetsu would keep his promise now that the deal was done.

Within the system, the word "Experience" is flashing below the personal panel.

Kujo Toru stared at it for a few seconds, and then several lines of small text popped up, explaining in detail the newly opened feature module:

The system will simulate and generate a world based on the current situation for players to experience and level up.

[The first world has been generated. Do you wish to enter?]

[Note: All generated worlds are virtual, but the time flow is the same as in reality. Please manage your time accordingly.]

"Enter!"

Without much thought, Kujo Toru made his decision.

After a brief test with the unknown monster in the afternoon, he was already thinking about how to level up quickly, and now that this feature was available, it was just the right time.

My vision went blank in an instant, and my consciousness kept sinking.

System prompts kept appearing in front of my eyes.

[Trial Mission: A Stormy Night]

[Basic Information: Beneath the bustling metropolis of Tokyo, demons in human skin wreak havoc. Hearing the cries of a young girl's soul, you, the chief priest of the purification shrine, decide to personally vanquish the demon!]

[Basic Reward: 2 Skill Points]

You have obtained the corresponding world identity template.

A torrential downpour from the sky.

A bustling metropolis with dazzling lights and vibrant nightlife.

Pedestrians hurrying along, holding umbrellas.

In the dark alley, Kujo Tetsu suddenly appeared, holding a black umbrella.

A snow-white hunting robe fluttered in the wind and rain, with an ebony scabbard peeking out from beneath it.

"It's raining again..."

A helpless sigh escaped his lips.

He hates this kind of rainy weather the most because it reminds him of the day of his parents' funeral.

"But is this really a virtual world?"

Extending his left hand, feeling the raindrops break in his palm, Kujo Toru squinted his eyes.

I glanced at the top left corner, where there was a floating countdown box.

[Remaining Time: 2:59:23]

Is it limited to three hours?

He turned his head and looked around at his surroundings.

This is a rather old-fashioned alley, where the slippery stone floor reflects the dim yellow light.

Deep and quiet, its destination unknown.

Oddly shaped tree branches peek over the wall, blocking out a large portion of the streetlights.

He tentatively took a step back, but even though there was nothing behind him, it felt as if he had bumped into something hard, stopping his movement.

"An invisible wall... restricting the area of ​​activity... this does have a feel of a virtual world."

As for the so-called world identity template, it was already confirmed during loading; it's just that there's one more skill.

[Temporary Skill: Word of Power - Dustless Land (Available only in the current world, cannot be upgraded)]

It seems to be a unique force in this world.

It seems that the enemy we will ultimately face in this training mission should also possess this power.

Kujo Toru's eyes flickered, and he finally took a step and walked into the depths of the alley.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the alley.

Before long, the alley came to an end, and a dilapidated old street appeared before us.

Besides bringing cold rain, the strong wind also brought an enticing fragrance.

Under the dim, rusty streetlights, there is a small stall called "wutai".

An elderly man with a full head of white hair sat in front of a steaming boiler, his eyes fixed on a television that was almost older than Toru Kujo, completely absorbed in it.

On the wooden plank-covered stall, several baskets were placed, filled with white noodles.

Clearly, this is a ramen stall.

"what!"

The screams of a girl echoed from the outdated television, creating a chilling atmosphere on the quiet street.

The old man pulled a packet of Seven Stars cigarettes from his stained navy blue haori pocket, skillfully lit it, and remarked with a sigh: