There Was No Secret Organization to Fight with the World’s Darkness so I Made One (In Exasperation)

Tianzhao's special combat suit is specially ordered and has been upgraded several times to cost two million yen a piece. For that matter, the performance is high.

The suit is 2.6mm thick and has seven layers of lightweight, tough carbon nanotube seats that are also used in American army equipment. It is an excellent way to prevent pistols and knives. It is also given cold and heat resistance that can withstand from -15°C to 400°C.

The tone is based on black and exposed to a degree that is not compromised by the hands of leading designers, giving the impression that it is beautiful for women and successful for men.

Options include a belt pouch, fittings for PSI drive attachment, and a mask and hood covering the top from the nose to hide the face. The versatility of Shota-kun and Langhua's abilities can also be combined to accommodate roughly any environment and battlefield.

Meanwhile, moon-night gear is regular clothes bought for a mass retailer sale, and the total amount of coordination across the body cuts 10,000 yen. Poverty is hard.

Shota-kun and Langhua, who received orders from His Highness Lou, were each dressed in combat suits, hiding their faces, putting the necessary luggage in their backpacks and proceeding through the native forests of the country.

The trunks of the forested broad-leaved trees are lined with lichens and thorns, and the sunlit sediments that plunge from the tree crown are blue and lush. It is Marineland Bluebell, a unique species of Marineland, that blossoms in the weeds and little blue flowers of the fishing bell type. The flower is an island poem that tells of the summer's visit with its sweet and pleasant aroma.

The vibrant twitching of the birds mixed with the stirring of the trees, and the heat of the early summer was offset by the coolness of the forest, making it an easy healing space to spend. If you fall asleep on the grass and take a nap with moss on your pillow, it'll feel good. In fact, every year during this period, forest bath tours are offered for tourists. It is now sealed off because of an ancient monument event.

The two walked for a while, checking the map that Mr. Tsuki had copied from the ancient documents, and reached the entrance to the ancient ruins hidden in the shadows of the rocks. It's an entrance that was originally filled with rocks and fallen trees, but my mind is removing obstacles. Slowly sloping downwards, the cave is dark and breathes out lukewarm and stinky air.

The sound of the wind blowing through the cave is like a monster roaring, and Langhua looks a little frightened and anxious. Mmm, good reaction. It was worth taking five days to make the adjustment sound like that.

Make a vent, make a difference in barometric pressure so the wind flows naturally. Plus dig it up or scrape it over and bury it back like it sounds creepy. The last one was going to overhear the wind and have crazy ears.

They nod at each other and cave in with the lamp Hua, who has become human pine with a low temperature flame all over her body. The ancient ruins are under attack.

Mr. Tochigi, who sits in front of the monitor with me in a room at Tochigi Mansion, quickly put in a comm as he looked at the images over the small camera they wore.

[From there on, we're in the junction. Be careful. You don't have a problem with your stuff, do you?

"No problem. That's the worst. That'll do anything."

Shota-kun walks after Langhua and says with ease that he taps his shoulder with the belly of the "Demon King Killer (World Slayer)", the highest performance sword-shaped PSI drive in his hand. The fuel contains only a little fuel that has been purified and diluted from my blood, a specification that can wipe out every obstacle with a single blow. It is the trump card where the usage is questioned. Even though the cave regulates to a degree of power that won't destroy it altogether, releasing it into a detour causes a downfall.

"I'm fine, too"

"Really? What kind of backpack is that? I'm not putting in the extra mon."

Shota-kun starts fishing by sticking his hand in Langhua's swollen backpack on his own.

"I didn't let you in, did I? Oh, Ig, don't wake me up because I'm sleeping in my side pocket."

"Recovery pills (igs) are fine. What the hell is this?"

"What do you keep looking at? Buddha statues, wooden fish and scriptures;"

"Because - you don't need it. Leave it."

"Need it. You're in trouble when you suddenly want to worship me if you don't have it, right?

"Hey."

Sounds like fun. Hey. It's not a hike.

... No, a hike. It was almost an excursion. Enjoy it as it is, because I'm recording it in high quality.

[Please stop. Something happened back there.]

Because he was about to get through the trick because he was walking while waffling, Mr. Tsuki said something that looked like it and made a stop. The two stop, take a few steps back and peek into the rock shade. There were white bone corpses (ceramic, supervised by medical and archaeological professors, 200,000 yen per unit).

"Hih."

"Whoa, Bones. Hey, hold this."

Shota-kun was calm, as opposed to the light Hua, who leaked a small scream. He deposits the Demon King Killer (World Slayer) with Langhua and begins to fish for skeletons, saying, "What is there?"

You have too little hesitation. It's definitely the effect of the zombie survival game we were playing on the plane. He doesn't have any drop items. He's influenced by games and comics right away, so not at all. - Shota-kun is the one who can't help it. Yes, ambush.

The skeleton that was all over me suddenly jumps up. And as he overflowed his orbits, mouth, and ribs like black mud, he groaned of the deceased and grabbed Shoutaku!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?

It wasn't Shota-kun who was attacked who screamed, it was Lam Hua who was watching behind him with the Demon King Killer (World Slayer). Shota-kun shows a super-response, kicking and distancing the skeleton trying to bite him in the neck.

"Jeez, go back to hell!

"Hot."

Shota-kun, who tried to roll cold air in his hands and freeze his skeleton, canceled the attack when he noticed Lam Hua waving the Demon King Killer (World Slayer). I lay low away from the ray to flank.

The Demon King Killer (World Slayer) is then swayed down along with the Fast Reading. Though it's filled with mental fuels, the dilution, it's not that powerful. With the roar, we turned the skeleton into dust, and then we just had to destroy the cave over a dozen meters. Approximately released to the entrance side, so the path is safe.

Shota-kun took charge of the confused lamp Hua on his shoulder and rushed to the back from the entrance where he had a light rock avalanche and collapsed.

"Oh..."

Mr. Tsuki is stunned as he looks at the monitor. I didn't use the trump card in the first three minutes. If I surprise you by shooting a wheel rubber, I feel like I've been shot back at a missile. Anyway, the entrance was a mechanism that once in, the strange force prevented me from leaving until I recovered the artifact, but I spontaneously collapsed and blocked my exit. Langhua usually seems to be good sense too and does it quite flashy.

Well, even if I didn't have psychic powers, I'd have a scripture punch in the darkness of my first encounter with the world. Because she's my daughter. If a dude with no taste suddenly attacked me, maybe a full attack is a habit for now.

When I was convinced by one person, Mr. Tsuki turned off voice communication and gave me instructions while modifying the event management table on the computer.

"Confirm the consumption of Demon King Killer (World Slayer). Sapporo, kill the Demon King (World Slayer) Premise trap is off."

"OK...... I turned it off"

"Shota-kun, you're going to run like this. Let's strike again with skeleton beta-2 forty meters away. Capabilities, I guess, wind. I'll explain after the battle."

Copy that.

"I'll get in the comms...... [Shouta-kun! Forward, enemy shadow again!

"Oh!? Damn, Langhua, you calm down, huh? Don't stand up!?

"Ugh, yeah. Sorry."

Shota-kun almost threw down the lamp Hua, letting him eat the Eternal Force Blizzard, an absolute frozen fire on the black deroded skeleton that floats and attacks the universe as he dances up the sand and pebbles. Shota-kun is allergic too, you like first-hand special moves. "Hello, die!" I don't hate style.

Shota-kun crushed it by putting a spinning kick that had just entered the hall strongly into the skeleton where it had frozen and stopped the movement. The crushed skeleton is slapped against the wall, but the black derodero begins to repair the skeleton.

"What is it?! Are you a darkness relative of the world!?

"I'll do it!

Shota-kun goes down, and the lamp Hua leaves in the wrong place and exposes him to flame radiation. The skeleton rose in flames, but it burned quickly and became red fever and collapsed in tears.

"... Did you do it?

Gently follow the remains of a skeleton that lifts smoke at the tip of his leg as Shota-kun flags. Don't worry, even if the boulder hits you this far, you won't be sending out a reviving enemy at the beginning of the expedition. This skeleton has been crusaded.

"What is he and what is he? The darkness of the world?

"I've fought like a human being, but I've never seen a moving bone."

"Me too. Mr. Tachigi?"

[... I want to confirm a few things. I was wondering if you could show the surface of the skull up]

"It's so burning, though."

[I don't mind.]

The monitor we're looking at shows the skull up. Mr. Tsuki then gives some instructions to look at the length of the femur and the shape of the lumbar bone.

Eventually, Mr. Tochigi concluded by completing the process of confirming the fake, which seemed to make sense as it was said but made no sense.

[This is a psychic corpse. Pebbles would have risen and floated, wouldn't they? During his lifetime, he was probably a wind capable man. It would be a lot of miscellaneous speculation from the range of information you can see from the bones, but I think it was someone from 500-1000 years ago.]

"How did a dead man come back to this world?

When Langhua seeps her disgust and asks, Mr. Tsuki lines up the slurs and the lies 800.

[It's probably not accurate that I'm back. You saw it come with black mud. It is an ancient site where only the psychic can enter, protected by the psychic kingdom, where many psychic bodies sleep, and where no one enters. No wonder you've been a dark feeding ground in the world for a long time.]

"Oh, I see what it is. So the darkness of the world is possessed by the skeleton, and I don't know if it sucks up power or manipulates it, but that's how we're using our powers to attack it."

[I share the same view]

That's how it's set up. It is a dark subspecies of the world that have been able to use light psychic powers by relaying the skeleton of the psychic. In addition to traps and riddles, ancient ruins must also be alert to the threat of subspecies darkness.

"That's right. You got it, Langhua! You're wasting your time shooting me, sword back. You're scared."

You're not scared, are you? It's just that when I see a non-Buddhist deceased, it gets hot. "

"Really. I don't know if you're strong or serious."

The two spoke in a lively manner, but proceeded cautiously while slowing their gait and guarding their surroundings.

Meanwhile, around that time. The moonlight view still stopped at the first split of five meters through the entrance. It is a different route from Tianzhao's route of entry, which was not described in Taki-san's ancient documents.

As it is a secret mission that once entered the country with a disguised passport, Chris hides his face with a black ninja-like mask, and Miyama puckers and wears the coloured corn that he left at the construction site before coming to the ruins. Chris is the knife and Mountain View is the guitar for the belongings. A bag of convenience store lunches for food. Two flashlights. Nothing else, especially. It is an easy-going piece of equipment that licks and rots the site exploration.

I've been watching Tianjing's surveillance since just now, but apparently I've been reading through the air flowing through the cave, looking for the shortest path leading up to the artifact. Chris stays standing and the Mountain View stays playing guitar.

The ruins are caves made by pirates in the first half and psychic civilization compartments in the second half of BC, both of which pass through the air so that you don't have to worry about suffocation. It would certainly be possible to read the air flow and look for the shortest route.

It's possible, but it's not easy. I have measures in place.

The ancient ruins are full of decaying little gaps, and the flow of air is complicated. It runs endlessly through narrow places where people can't get through. Reading the air flow doesn't make it air, so you can't reach your destination through the same route as the air passage. So we have to decipher and analyze the intricately intertwined air flows to determine the route that people can go on, but naturally it takes time to do so.

Chris cut the paralysis as he continued to read the air standing still on the bar.

"No, no! No more! It's hard!"

"Whoa, don't give up. I don't have a map, I don't have a guide, I'm counting on your reading."

"No, I said I can't do this. The air flow is so complicated. Even if I can read it in Atashi's brain, I can't decipher it. What? Why are you so into this? Harassment?"

Whoa, sharp. I'm sorry. You're right, it's harassment. If we don't do this, the moon and night sights are too conducive to the battle.

"If it's a dead end, we're turning back. Are we going on Operation Lice Crush? Sometimes you put your right hand on the wall and move on. When another earthquake strikes, I don't know if it will collapse. I don't know if I've ever been able to attack sooner... Do you know which one?

"Mostly this way."

Chris points diagonally down the seaside. Um, slightly uneven, but generally in the right direction. The question is how to get there.

If we go a little further, there is a subspecies darkness based on the skeleton of the intruder fifty years ago, and when we defeat it, we drop a diary with a map at the beginning. It's also sad to move on like heavenly lights and get the event through, but it's also a thought not to move on at all.

The two of them told me that it wasn't, but Chris sighed.

"Isn't it hard?

"That's annoying."

"Enough already. Bunnoko?"

"Bunnuku"

Miyama takes a metal case out of her nose and stabs a single syringe inside into her squeaky toyed arm.

As you can see, parental enhancement blood doping. What, bump? Are you willing to run through it all at once with your enhanced physical abilities?

The sight of the mountain, which injected the blood inside and threw away the syringe, said with his blood running eyes, turning his shoulder.

"Hoo-hoo! This guy's kidding. Chris, where do I do this?

"I guess there first. Gangaroo."

"Olah!"

When Miyama hit where Chris pointed, the rock formed a smashed scatter crater. It's too big for a fragment. Throw a rock at it, get rid of it, and hit it again. The crater can be chosen even more. If you hit him a few more times, he'll have the momentum to blow you out to a space one level below. The sight of the mountain beats and digs as she sings softly with a beautiful voice I can't imagine from her bald fat look.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. That's what you mean?

Hey, fool. Stop, stop brain-muscle shortcuts! Don't force me to make the shortest route!

Hurry to reinforce the rock bedrock with your mind and bounce back the sight punch. Miyama screamed, holding her fist and buttocks.

"No! What? Are you out of your mind? Oh, my God! What are you talking about? I'm tough. What the hell?"

"What's going on?

"Chris, read this whole thing for a second. Weird."

"Yeah?"

Touch the bedrock that Chris fortified with his mind. Yes, this is the trouble. The rock suddenly hardens due to some force. But if I don't do this, I'll be attacked by the shortest route. Oh, shit, please. Be well deluded.

Chris tilts his neck after reading the rock bed in an instant.

"Something... something. Suddenly, like, fortified with some force? Reinforced?"

"It's some kind of power."

"I don't know. Even Atashi's reading isn't omnipresent, is it?

"Ho..."

Miyama hits me again, but rock bottom reinforcement is ongoing. Bounced back again, can't scratch one. Please, give it up. And go along the regular route with adults.

"Eh! This guy can't, I can't."

"Can't you? I wonder what it is. It's a relic of the psychic, isn't it? The ruins were willing to defend themselves?

"Uh, that sounds like it. I don't know how it is, actually. Damn, I was in good shape."

Miyama finally hit the rock bottom again, bounced back, and finally gave up.

Then, a little while later, the two begin to go along the regular route in dissatisfaction, with a sigh of relief.

It's been less than half an hour since the attack began. There is also a lot of difficulty in the future.

I exhaled loudly again and began to adjust the next event, Moonlight & Heavenlight encounters with Mr. Tsuki.