Is this okay?

"Damn it!! Who the hell is this?! Yesterday was one thing, but today they're broadcasting themselves eating noodles on the public air! Are you going to broadcast a food show later?"

People who were both tired and hungry were driven to madness by this sound.

I thought I could finally get some rest today, but I never expected to be here again.

This is simply murderous and heartbreaking!

But today was a little different; a pink little guy appeared in the corner pushing a ramen cart.

"Ramen, anyone want some ramen? 500 yen a bowl."

"!!!"

Dengdeng!

The moment everyone heard the little girl's voice, they reacted as if Pokémon trainers had spotted players, exclamation marks flashing above their heads as they rushed forward with lightning speed.

"Hand-Pulled Noodle--!!"

“Give me a bowl!”

"Shut up! Take my money and give me the ramen!!"

In an instant, everyone rushed frantically toward the ramen cart, bursting forth with unprecedented speed.

"Cool! Take your time, there's enough for everyone, the ramen portions are very generous."

The little pink girl chuckled and quickly prepared ramen for everyone, then kindly served it to them.

The smile on his face was incredibly happy.

With a loving smile, she was happier the more the people around her enjoyed their meal.

Of course, one stall is not enough; many more stalls are being set up in countless corners.

The people around felt a sense of holiness upon seeing the ramen stall, as if they had seen a god.

It's especially therapeutic to see that the person selling ramen is a pretty girl, though there are men too, of course.

The ramen shop has a large customer base, and the ramen makers are also very skilled.

Leng Mo was among them. At this moment, Leng Mo presented the ramen with a sunny boy's smile. As more and more people around him ate the ramen, he couldn't help but reach the highest level of excitement.

Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

Eat up, eat up! Only when you're full and satisfied will you be of any use!

Leng Mo's face was full of anticipation, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

Seeing Leng Mo's strange expression, Muroto Sumire couldn't understand why he looked like he was poisoning someone when he was clearly doing a good deed.

She didn't understand what was going on, but she clearly felt that everything Leng Mo did was a good thing.

Is it possible that this guy is actually a kind person with a strange personality?

Muroto Sumire sensed something subtle; it could be said that Leng Mo was the most awkward person she had ever met in her life.

Even though he was doing a good deed and helping others, Leng Mo always had an evil expression on his face, as if he wanted to devour the other person.

Unfortunately, Sumire Muroto was unaware of the truth.

But it doesn't matter!

Now Sumire Muroto understands Leng Mo a little better.

About three hours later, Leng Mo and Muroto Sumire finally fed the people around them, and they sat down to rest contentedly.

Leng Mo revealed a smile after his hard work, and couldn't help wiping away imaginary sweat, radiating the happiness of a laborer.

"Take a break and have some soup." At that moment, Sumire Muroto handed over a bowl of ramen soup.

"Oh, thank you."

Leng Mo thanked him and took a big gulp from the bowl.

Tons tons tons tons...

and many more!

What did she just say?

Soup??

Soup!!

Soup--!!!

"puff--!!!"

Leng Mo spat out a mouthful of ramen, staring tremblingly at the bowl in his hand, then at Sumire Muroto beside him, who was drinking the same ramen soup.

"what happened?"

Seeing Leng Mo's terrified expression, Muroto Sumire didn't understand what was wrong and asked curiously.

During the brief silence, Leng Mo learned one thing: it was too late to say anything now.

"what--!"

He was like a groundhog on the prairie, letting out a roar from the depths of his soul towards the distant countryside.

"???"

Sumire Muroto, standing nearby, completely understood what was going on with Leng Mo, her face full of strange expressions.

"I made an irreparable mistake!! Damn it! I was careless! I didn't dodge! KONO—strange·cold! Ga—! WRYYYY!"

Leng Mo dropped the bowl in his hand and collapsed to the ground, convulsing like someone with Parkinson's disease.

The gastroenteritis in the soup isn't scary; I can handle it myself. But there's more than just gastroenteritis in it!

There's also Senior Xiaoyuan's Constipation Number One: Wanting to Poop but Unable to!

It's a motor!!

Could it be that I, too, am destined to become an object of torment by the Pain Mask, just like everyone else?

No... absolutely not!

I'm sure I have a way!

That's it! I've got it!

"WRYYYY—! I won't give up! WhiteSnake!! Oops! Wrong name, you go back now. TheWorld·OverHeaven!! Overwrite reality!!"

White Snake: ...

The next second, Beyond Heaven instantly altered the reality of Leng Mo drinking the soup, but! Leng Mo is still extremely flustered, because this is something from Senior Xiao Yuan.

This kind of thing probably can't be changed by modifying reality, because that's Madoka-senpai, a bastard who can arbitrarily raise the rules just for fun!

Leng Mo didn't know why he seemed so calm. Perhaps it was because he had done all he could, and all that was left was to wait for the outcome.

It means waiting and having hope.

Meanwhile, Sumire Muroto was completely baffled as to what Leng Mo was doing. Just a moment ago she was in a panic, but now she looked like she had seen through the world and was full of Buddhist-like wisdom.

Perhaps this is what this guy is really like.

Thinking of this, Sumire Muroto silently took a sip of ramen soup, unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, Leng Mo suddenly patted Muroto Sumire's shoulder with a serious expression.

"Constipation is not terrible, you must live on strongly."

"?"

Sumire Muroto looked at Leng Mo with a face full of question marks, having no idea what had happened.

……

The next day, all the high-ranking officials in the Tokyo area were shocked.

The entire Tendo family was brutally murdered!

However, only members of parliament knew about this major event, because Leng Mo's actions have paralyzed the media. To be precise, apart from government agencies, all other industries have been destroyed by Leng Mo.

They were all crouching under the bridge.

When the Holy Emperor learned of this, he was greatly shocked. Yesterday, he was still alive and well, but today he was gone.

In an instant, the Holy Emperor felt isolated and helpless. The only person he could talk to, Kikunojo Tendo, was dead, and Rentaro had not been heard from all night because of what happened yesterday.

Now the Holy Emperor was all alone, and she sat in her office with a helpless sigh.

"It's true... I can't do anything... whether it's helping the children or anything else... I can't do anything."

In the Holy Emperor's mind, he is currently being targeted by assassins, and those around him are either missing or dead.

"If Rentaro were here..." she murmured to herself.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Rentaro frantically searches for documents about spirits in Muroto Sumire's laboratory. Information from hundreds of years ago may no longer exist, but Muroto Sumire knows that means she has seen it.

However, Rentaro couldn't find any literature about spirits.

"Why...why can't I find it?!"

Rentaro roared angrily at the folder in front of him, feeling furious at his own incompetence.

Just then, a black file bag suddenly fell from behind him and hit the ground on his head.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, Rentaro felt dizzy from the pain. Just as he was wondering what had happened, he looked closely at the file bag.

A research report on spirits!?

who? !

He didn't know who gave it to him, but the situation just now definitely indicated that someone was behind him.

However, Rentaro didn't think much of it, excitedly opened the file, and stared at its contents.

then……

"So that's it! The Spirit Core cannot be invaded by Gastrea. Once we figure out why, we can save all the children..."

Rentaro felt a surge of excitement, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope. He grabbed the documents and ran outside as fast as he could.

He understood that he might not be able to do it alone, but he could definitely do it together!

Even if it's impossible, it must be done!!

After Rentaro left with Enju and the documents, a completely black figure appeared in the corner of the laboratory.

"This is going to be interesting. Let me see if the reinforcements you found are more powerful, or if my fate is more powerful."

The black-clad figure smiled happily, anticipating what would happen next.

He was a system user who came to this world wanting to see what would happen after it was invaded by a virus.

He brought the gastrovirus, and he also infected the elves.

After all, ordinary gastroviruses cannot infect Pokémon, so he did something slightly tampered with it.

Then the world was destroyed.

In the apocalypse, the elves united, leading the survivors in a relentless fight against the virus, filled with hope for the future.

That's really boring.

There are too many of these hopeful things; they seem overly melodramatic.

The system administrators tampered with it.

So the spirits used their last bit of strength to send the reversed Kurumi Tokisaki out of the world, hoping she could find a way to save it.

This boring situation for the system user was over, and what happened next made the system user burst into laughter!

The savior saved humanity, but was instead used as an object of bullying and venting by humans—a situation that was completely unexpected.

That's why the system's inhabitants are so happy and have started to like this world.

He wanted to know the outcome, to know what the ultimate fate of humanity would be in such a world.

It must be a pitch-black sin, as dark as an abyss.