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

Speaking of evidence fabrication and what's spoken of on the set?

Yes, it is evidence obliteration.

Even after the fabrication of the ruins, of course, the ruins come to be destroyed. It's a six-month silo thing, even though I made it in mind, and if amateurs just venture all the way around, they'll still find out that it was fabricated as soon as a full-fledged investigation team came in.

So destroy it. Destroy the finished ruins and make them impossible to investigate. I don't technically break everything, but I'll leave that.

Exploring the ruins promises to get you out of the ruins that will collapse after you get the treasure! I thought so, installing explosives on the three pillars that support the ruins. With one switch, the pillars were broken and the ruins collapsed in chains, but I hesitated when the time came to break them.

I worked so hard to build it. You're breaking this? Seriously?

I dig passageways, make vents, cut up rocks, stack them up, carve relief all over them, embed radio relays in rocks through waterways, set up skeletons, plant moss mold strains, release insects...... memories of working so sharply that I have sweat-dripping headaches for this less than a day old event.

That's one switch and it's all pah, right?

I knew so painfully how the villain felt trying to blow up secret bases and ruins in movies and comics and bury every main character. My heart hurts.

It's a shame. It's a shame. I don't like destroying ruins packed with memories and hard work. I don't want to break it. I want to leave it. I want to manage to stay. But if you don't break it, everything burns incompletely. But I want to stay. What am I supposed to do?

"Sapporo?

When I was lost with my finger on or off the ruin destruction switch, a communication came in from Mr. Tachigi.

"Yes, this is Sasuke in Goto."

"? I will now escort His Highness Lou to the ruins. I'm not asking you two to go check on each other because you're worried."

"Yep..."

Looking out the window, a black painted luxury car that was parked in front of the Tachigi Mansion was about to blow the engine.

Mr. Tochigi, who noticed my eyesight, flies a subtle wink through the window. And then he left abruptly, drifting around the corner with a shitty noise of acceleration while raising white smoke from the tire. I instantly lost sight of it. Mr. Tachigi looks like he's having fun.

"I'll take care of His Highness Lou, and Sasuke will focus on event management."

"Oh, well, roger that."

I can hear His Highness Lou leaking innocently into driving at high speed over the incumbent. Your Highness is probably fat, too.

But from now on, there's no point in His Highness going. There's nothing I can do.

You get caught in the ruins of collapse (though not involved), rock giants get up and ramble up again (though not raging), tourists get caught up in disturbances (though they don't let you get caught up) on the alert line where they're pushing over the cops. He looks like an incompetent boss who wastes his mouth on the scene and scratches around. I appreciate the feeling, but nothing but disturbance. I want you to pull in backwards.

Well, I'm anxious for Mr. Tsuki to pull out, but the event is last-minute, with only a few left. We'll figure it out. If you think positively, it is perfectly convenient for Mr. Tsuki to go to the scene.

Fumu, that's right. Is there no point in monitoring it from here on out?

I stood up and weaved my jumper.

"I'm going to the crime scene too"

"Am I the only one who's gonna be okay?

"No, I want to go. Site group mental support can be done while moving."

'Okay. Just remember the ruin collapse switch.'

…………

"... Sasuke can clean up after playing properly, right?

Mr. Taki, who read my mind, treats me like a kindergartner. Cheap provocation.

But I get on with such a provocation. I'm a cheap man.

"Goodbye, ancient ruins"

I pushed the destruction switch, jumped out of the Mansion and jumped onto the Machari and hurried to the scene.

Well.

Things are also going on while things are going awry on the back. In short, they all fled brilliantly late and were buried alive under gutsy rubble. He is not dead but unable to move.

The moon and night view that captured and escaped the artifact and the heavenly light that followed it, but first the sight of the mountain, where the limit of health had come, stalled, and Chris pushing its back stuck to the crack of the floor and flashly cocked.

The light that caught up there, Hua, beats Chris' head down with a Buddha statue, grabs the chest barn and screws a scripture in his mouth.

Shota-kun, who pulled off the two catfights, looked back at the corridor behind the collapse. It was too late when he suggested an escape priority for now, and the four (and one) were swallowed up by a lightly collapsing ruin.

It wasn't even the right time to put the exit in front of me and not make it critical. There was a hundred meters to the exit. It is a living burial of leeway.

Shota-kun defended the debris that nearly crushed everyone with the absolute frozen wall Eternal Guard Blizzard, so now the four are trapped inside a spherical gap made between the debris. Almost all of the ruins began flooding immediately because they were below 0 meters above sea level, but Shota-kun froze them and blocked them, so we got nothing.

Nevertheless, there is not much air left in a spherical space of about two metres in diameter. Besides, the twitching water is smudging out of the area where it could not be blocked, and it is sinking all the way around the ankle. We need a quick escape. We have to do something about the rubble, eight metres thick, that separates it from the ground.

On the ground with the entrance to the ruins, His Highness Lou grates in vain with a painting of the native forest that collapses and raises the earth smoke. Mr. Tsuki held him in his arms as he fell over the rubble many times.

Your Highness Lou, please remain truly dear.

Watch as you wait for the signal at the intersection. You'll be able to rendezvous with Mr. Kiki in five minutes. Rendezvous, then retreat and rescue the debris with your mind. Seeing the flooding pace is enough to help four and one before they drown. I think I'll have a cat by sundown.

Shoutaku, who is somehow burying himself alive, began to speak as the signal turned blue and began to scrape through the machete.

"Listen to me. The rubble doesn't move at all. I don't know when the rescue will come. We're all out of psychic powers and we can't use them anymore. Keep it up. Then we'll all drown before it's enough. So I'm forced to blow up the rubble and get out on the ground. Please help me. Seriously."

"I'm telling you, we don't like to betray each other. He said he wouldn't do anything weird with his life at stake. So, what's the deal with cooperation?

Chris' companion pulled the fuel cartridge out of the Demon King Killer (World Slayer) and showed it up.

"He can use the psychic's blood as fuel to amplify his psychic powers and release them. Blood for one. Then I can't. But if you mix and amplify everyone's blood, you should be able to blow up enough rubble. Join forces!

I'm talking about some nasty dialogue, but how about that?

Blood mixed fuels are a method no one has tried yet. Shota-kun is right. I feel like an awesome chaos power is going to be created, I feel like it's going to erupt, I feel like fuel is jammed and it's going to break, and I feel like my psychic powers are going to overthrow each other and end up underdeveloped.

I don't know unless I try, but I have nothing but anxiety. The addition and multiplication of forces is not necessarily successful, as would explode if gasoline was put in to increase the stove's firepower.

With my anxiety, the four of us started donating blood in a mood. Four people's blood drips in the cartridge. They're all cornered and haven't turned their heads about failure, outbursts or underdevelopment. You guys are in danger.

... but, well, I'm doing something interesting, and I don't even have to give you water.

"What if I fail? I guess there's enough virtue to go to Nirvana."

"It's okay, I can handle it. Trust in your inner fire."

"What kind of cuckoo physics is this? I'm getting a little excited."

"I'll definitely lose weight when I get home alive"

A fuel cartridge containing blood for four people is loaded into the Demon King Killer (World Slayer) and placed by Shota-kun.

The flooding is already coming around the chest. Have you forgotten your existence that you haven't put Ig's blood in, or have you decided that healing blood isn't going to help boulders?

I parked my machete in the shade of the native forest and watched as I raised my hand and greeted His Highness Lou, who was grating, and Mr. Kuchigi, who was caring beside him.

Shota-kun, who stood on his back to kill the demon king, slipped his leg down. Lantern Huachan and Miyama supported Shota-kun's body and Chris put his hand on the pattern.

Chris and Shota-kun nodded at each other, and

"Rip the world apart -"

I swung through the blade with all my strength toward the ceiling.

"" - Demon King Killer (World Slayer)!!! "

The swept blade made a swept sound.

Strange silence comes.

Yes.

... underdeveloped!

Come here, you underdeveloped!

That's why he's real!

I'm angry even if I predict!

No romance, no exhilaration!

Yes, yes, I get it. You just have to let me do it!

The last blow blew my fart. I won't allow that shit to unfold!

I'll force you, but I'll make it a dramatic ending!

I stretched my mind to the internal mechanism of the Demon King Killer (World Slayer) and forced the motor to turn manually.

Shoutaku and Chris rush in to contain the Demon King Killer (World Slayer), which began to emit intense driving noises and vibrations after a few seconds of inactivity. The aim is fixed upwards.

Ready? I'll be there.

Demon King Killer (Suicide) Heh!

Release your mind lightly toward the earth, starting with the cutting-edge of the Demon King Killer (World Slayer). Because it is not transparent and tasteless, it should be coloured black with the application of light blocking of the barrier.

The runoff of black flashing minds crushed, shredded, shattered, turned into dust, and finally plasma and erased. Then the clouds above also pierce and let them disappear in circles.

When His Highness Lou, who rounded his eyes, saw the clouds that had been decided in a circular fashion, he peered softly into the wind hole leading down to the basement, pimped, and made a thin scream.

Hey, the Demon King Killer is amazing!

"Mr. Tsuki is going?

I'll take care of it.

Mr. Tsuki came next door, so he shrugged his shoulder and gave way, so I pulled the moon and night view and heavenly light at the bottom of the big hole together with my mind to pull it up to the ground. The four rolled over to the ground and sighed loudly when they saw the evening sky stained with cedar.

Back on the ground, Lantern Hua handed the white small medal (artifact) to Mr. Tachigi first.

"Secured."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work. You did your best."

Mr. Tsuki embraced the muddy lamp Hua, stroking his head and laboring. How tired she is, Langhua is totally weakened but keeps herself.

"Why are you avoiding it!?

"Shh, I'm sorry, I..."

Shota-kun, on the other hand, had fallen and been pissed off avoiding His Highness Lou, who tried to give him a hug of joy. Looks like the hug is completely traumatized. Chris also does sinful things.

Chris and Miyama gave in to the gap where Tianzhao was happy to return and disappeared behind the native forest.

That quick action is where I admire the boulders, but it's indisputable guilt that Miyama and Chris were flying a throwing kiss at me when he left. I'm glad it was just Chris. He's really gone... he's kidding me...

Happily, the emergency healing pill (ig), which was almost inactive during the event, was summoned from Lam Hua's backpack and retrieved with his mind, and Ig sounded happily, twitching my arm and shoulder before diving into the jumper's pocket and starting to wrap around the monkey hood, which he had left inside.

Shota-kun pushed His Highness Lou as he tried to lift his torso, and approached me and asked.

"Master, have you cleaned up the rock giant?

"Oh, no problem. Shouta had a hard time too. What was that last black flash?

"Yeah, that's..."

Shota-kun looked at his empty hands. Put your hands on your hips, look back at the lamp Hua, and look around you. After a little silence, Shota-kun said terribly.

"Uh, Master, you don't know the Demon King Killer?

"…… you lost it?

"No, no, no, no, I did have it when you pulled me out of the hole. Hold it with the ninja... Hold it, hold it..."

Shota-kun's voice trembles.

When I searched my mind, I found the Mountain View, which forced the Demon King Killer (World Slayer) into my guitar and ran away, and Chris, who pulled the Mountain View's hand and ran lightly through the native forest.

I almost laughed a lot, but I can't even laugh in front of Shota-kun.

It's tight, you guys!

I missed the artifact, but I got the Demon King Kill (World Slayer)!

"That bastard!!! Seriously, those guys! Really? Seriously! Bullshit, shit! I'll never forgive you! Light hua! We'll look for the moon and night! He ran away!

When Shota-kun, who had run out of bees, yelled at Langhua, he said that Langhua's anger had rekindled. The two angry young psychics forgot to give Mr. Kichigi a detailed report and split it into native woods, and His Highness Lu went after it with a grate.

If the sun falls and gets dark, they will all go back to sanity. Moonlight will leave Japan on its own, and if you can't make it back, you can turn your hand around from behind to help return. The three of them will pick it up later in their minds and use a telecom to guide them home.

Now the relic event has been successfully concluded.

... Finished, but it's actually still going on.

I haven't even notified Mr. Tsuki, it's a bit of an omelet event.

I seem to be manipulating the tablet terminal for post-processing. I pulled Mr. Tsuki's clothes.

You've always said you wanted to live in a magic castle.

"Huh? Yeah, right. Is that it?"

"Made."

"……… Huh?

When I rang my fingers and unleashed my mind, a few unidentified rings just occurred today.

The ancient document Mr. Tsuki discovered reads: "The psychic who has drifted on the island and his companions flourished a castle-based civilization".

It's not a temple or a pyramid.

"Castle."

It's a magic castle built by the psychic.

From further below the collapsed ancient ruins, the rubble is pushed away and a magical castle emerges with the sounds of the earth.

Original design I thought, with reference to the European castle and the Magic Girl animated castle.

Spires on thick white Asian walls and majestic towers on elegant fountain squares. Finely crushed and embedded my bones in all of it. It is designed to enclose separate minds in each and every bone embedded, to connect them like a network, and drive them as if they were magic.

Sprinkle the water from the fountain in the sky and it will take a beautiful rainbow.

If you dance in the garden, colorful flowers will bloom (though they are made of mindfulness).

The magical armor decorated in the corridor moves independently with one order and seizes the uncomfortable.

I covered all the other features I thought I would want if I were a magic staircase, a strange crystal, or a magic castle.

A giant circle made of geometric patterns appears over a giant castle that was lit by the sunset and pushed over the rubble.

At the same time that the circle circle turned in dazzling light, it regained the greenery of the garden's weathered trees and spread bright leaves, withered in gray intertwined with the walls and spires of the magical castle that had been buried underground for centuries. I planted a PSI drive with Ig's blood everywhere.

Circular rings were merely performances, but they were extremely effective.

Seeing a series of ancient magic castle revivals, Mr. Takiki put his hand on his mouth and tears were coming from his eyes.

Cry... That's fine. This. I intend to reflect Mr. Tsuki's preferences whenever I can, but if I don't like it, I will cry.

"Uh, well, what is it? It's just a good opportunity, and if we don't do it around here, we're going to be dragging cheats forever, and, uh, well, in conjunction with this gift, I was wondering if I should make it a magic ring, but it's a chase, or, no, anyway, I have something to say to Mr. Tachigi."

Mr. Tsuki stopped moving frighteningly, wiped his eyes, blushed his cheeks and began to twitch when he looked at me.

I gathered the blue Marineland Bluebell flowers blooming around my mind and made an impromptu bouquet of flowers. Cough up, take a deep breath, kneel down and dedicate a bouquet of flowers to Mr. Tsuki.

And I never said I would.

"Mr. Tsuki."

"Yes."

"Now lend me a hundred charas."

Mr. Tsuki's expression hardened. It solidified completely as if it had been eaten even when the time had stopped.

Oh, what's that reaction?

When you returned to Heavenly Lights from the Moon and Night View Yakuza event, you said 'Lend Hundred' for the inconvenience caused during the event.

Anything besides paying back that debt?

You don't have it!

"……………………… OK. Now let's not borrow it."

After a long silence, Mr. Tsuki received a bouquet of flowers and sighed deeply and said. Good, I was forgiven. This finally lowered my shoulder load. I am relieved.

No, I understand why Mr. Tsuki is silent.

If you're not just a fucking narcissistic misguided asshole who thinks I'm liked by Mr. Tachigi, Mr. Tachigi would have expected my proposal.

But I still don't owe you a huge debt. Oh, my God. The proposal is too scumbag. Even if Mr. Tsuki is good, I can't do it. We didn't even show each other's faces. We're not even dating.

As one snorted, Mr. Tsuki held my hand with the opposite hand holding the bouquet of flowers, leaning against my chest and peeking into my face.

"You expect me to say what I expect next, don't you?

"…… Expect me."

"Yeah, I've been waiting for you."

Mr. Tsuki smiled contentedly and walked out.

I was pulled out of my hand by Mr. Tsuki, too, and walked out.