Cherry blossoms, Tokyo, Sensoji Temple.

As one of Tokyo's famous attractions, Sensoji Temple is crowded with people almost all year round.

However, unless it is a special day (New Year, summer festival, Valentine's Day, Christmas, etc.), most of the people in Sensoji Temple are tourists from other places. Of course, any tourist attraction has more tourists from other places than locals, and only locals who want to cheat money from outsiders will often go in and out of the tourist attractions.

However, today was different. The Nakamise Shopping Street, which used to be full of people, now stood still like frozen ice. Countless people gathered around the figures in the center and followed them slowly forward. There were not many outsiders among them. Only the locals who had received accurate information occupied the front row and watched.

"Ah, I'm late indeed!"

In the Fengleishenmen with the plaque of 'Jinlongshan' hanging on it, several high school students looked at the crowd in front of them that was almost impenetrable and could not be penetrated by water. They couldn't help but sigh repeatedly: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have rushed over during the last class."

"That's Mr. Nishikata's class. You can't escape it. He can run faster than you."

"Can you see the prince here?"

"I can't see it. I can only vaguely see a hint of blonde hair."

A high school girl looked at the crowd in the distance, stamped her feet and bit her lip and said, "I didn't expect the prince of Watcher to come to Tokyo... I would be willing to die if I could have a chat with him."

Another curly-haired high school boy said, "You can't squeeze in."

"But I don't know when the prince will come next time..."

"Will the prince hold a fan meeting?"

"It's unlikely. He's not an entertainer. But if he releases a CD or other peripherals, I'll start with three copies."

"Look at Twitter! Someone filmed a video of the prince fighting in Takayama Hida!"

"So cool and powerful! This enemy is too big, is he a mountain giant? But he was still smashed into pieces by the prince, and the martial arts people can't help at all!"

"As expected of the strongest person in the Federation!"

"Isn't the strongest person in the Federation that angel?"

"Are you blind? That angel uncle is old and ugly, and he was beaten by the Monkey King and couldn't fight back. But His Royal Highness the Prince is everywhere saving the world and defeating monsters. He is no worse than the people in the Asgard. What's more, he is the type of Suda Masaki, with the feeling of Yamazaki Kento, the style of Nomura Shuhei, the flavor of Mamiya Shotaro, and a bit like Yamada Takayuki with a little bit of Shinkenyuu. He is much better than that angel uncle!"

"Can those uncles and aunts please die quickly and make way for me? I want to see the Federation heroes!"

But the flow of people that almost flattened Nakamise Shopping Street was not a monster that these high school students could challenge.

They sighed, and stood unwillingly under the big red lanterns of the Thunder Gate, leaning against the statues of the God of Wind and the God of Thunder, hoping for a miracle to happen.

At this time, a girl said: "I'm a little thirsty."

"Me too." Someone immediately echoed, turning to a short, slightly hunchbacked boy and saying, "Tangyou, go buy some drinks."

"I want an energy drink."

"I want milk coffee."

Several students immediately said what drinks they wanted to drink. The short boy opened his mouth and whispered, "I can't take so much..."

"Hmm?" The tall curly-haired boy snorted, "Tangyou, do you want to eat candy again today? Sorry, there is no art class today..."

With an unspoken understanding, the classmates all laughed. The short boy didn't dare to say anything. He turned around and looked for a nearby beverage vending machine.

I don’t know if it was because there were too many people coming to Sensoji Temple today, the nearby beverage vending machines were out of stock, and the short boy was unable to buy all the drinks. However, he didn’t dare to just take them back or get other drinks, so he had to run to a vending machine farther away to buy them.

It was difficult to buy all the drinks, but there were seven or eight bottles, which the short boy couldn't lift at all.

But he was experienced in this, so he opened his schoolbag and put the drink in. Although the frozen drink would wet the book, it didn't matter.

When he was walking back, suddenly a few people came out from the other side of the path. Several men in suits were surrounding a blond man and walking towards a car parked on the side of the road.

"I'm so sorry, we really didn't expect to cause such a sensation..."

"It doesn't matter. Doesn't this just prove that I'm popular?"

"That's right, sir. Your righteous deeds will win the love of people all over the world. Fanying will never forget your contribution to Takayama Hida..."

"That's all thanks to the help of many warriors of the Wuhun..."

The short boy, who had learned about the supernatural world through multiple channels, quickly recognized that the men in suits were the warriors of the Wuhun Corps who often appeared on TV, and the blond man was the representative of the Watchers who came to Fanying to communicate in the past two days, a powerful supernatural being known as the Prince!

The other bodyguards also noticed the short boy's presence. They didn't expect that there would be someone in such a remote road. However, the short boy didn't look dangerous, so the bodyguards just stood in front of him until the blond man and others got into the car.

However, before the blond man got on the bus, he suddenly turned his head to look at the short boy, smiled slightly, and got on the bus and left.

After being looked at by the blond man, the short boy felt dizzy and returned to Fenglei Shenmen with his schoolbag.

However, the classmate who had asked him to buy drinks was no longer there.

He took out his phone and found that Curly was scolding him: "You are so slow in buying drinks, you are dead."

The short boy didn't show any emotion when he saw this line of words. Instead, he felt very tired after carrying so many bottles of drinks back.

He leaned against the gate pillar to rest for a while, then went home with his schoolbag on his back.

At dinner time, he and his mother ate together with his father who had come back from overtime. During dinner, his father asked him about his studies as usual, and his mother also asked him how he was doing at school. The short boy smiled and replied that everything was fine, and said that he had gone to Sensoji Temple with his classmates today, thus ending this routine dinner.

Back in the bedroom, he took out eight bottles of drinks from his schoolbag and placed them on the table. He opened a bottle of energy drink and took a sip. Then he took out his cram school homework book which was a little wrinkled due to being soaked and started studying.

However, looking at the words on the exercise book, for some reason, he felt physically tired, and sleepiness invaded his mind like a tide.

He couldn't help but lie on the table and close his eyes.

In a daze, he seemed to dream about the past.

When we were painting a landscape in art class, someone thought the color of the paintbrush looked like candy, and the others followed suit, saying, "Really? It's like it's not a painting tool."

He laughed along with everyone else, and then someone handed him a paintbrush and said, "Hurry up, lick it."

I don't know when bullying him became an interesting show in the class.

He didn't resist and licked it obediently.

As for what that 'candy' tasted like, he would remember it for the rest of his life.

The atmosphere is like an invisible monster, and he can only survive in the class by following the atmosphere. Maybe there is someone who can live well against the atmosphere, but that person is not him who is short, can't fight, and is not good at sports.

Rather than resisting, it is better to obey obediently so as not to be bullied even more badly.

Then he dreamed about more things... For example, he was teased that he was the boyfriend of the ugliest girl in the class, for example, he was called "Sugar Master", for example...

Unexpectedly, he did not feel angry. His heart was always calm, as if he was examining another person's life.

At this moment, a kind voice emerged from the bottom of his heart. This voice was so natural that it seemed as if he was speaking himself:

"Do you crave power?"

He: “So, what’s the price?”

“It depends on what you want to do.”

Him: “I want to do bad things.”

"Why do you think you're going to do something bad?"

He: “Because there are so many of them.”

"Yes, the side with the majority is right, and the plundering by the majority is also just. It's a pity that you didn't stand on the side of the majority.

Fortunately, the one you are loyal to will never stand on the side of the majority.

I grant you the courage to kill and the power to plunder, but the price is that you must not live up to my gift and bring terror to the world.

At the same time, you need to chant my name when you kill. You can blame all the sins on me. I don't mind if I am the reason, motive and instigator of your evil deeds. In this way, you don't have to worry about your actions affecting your loved ones, right?

If you fail to do the above, I will take away your strength and courage."

He: “What’s your name?”

In the haze, he seemed to see the vague figure of a woman. After a moment, the voice in his heart sounded again: "Let's use the simplest and most intuitive name, the Demon King. The Demon King who spreads terror, feeds on hatred, and terrifies all living beings.

When the devil comes, all the traitors will die."

But he didn't believe it: "Demon King, are you really that powerful?"

"A reckless demon king. All creatures in the world are his food, and all strong people are his prey. No one can match him, no one can resist him. His hatred will pollute everything. However, the moment the demon king descends, the heart of the brave will follow him like a shadow..."

The voice in his heart gradually turned into silence. He felt light leaking in through his eyelids and found himself sleeping on the desk, with his saliva soaking his homework book.

He wiped his saliva, suddenly stood up, stood there blankly for a few minutes, then stomped heavily on the ground!

The loud noise attracted the mother's attention: "You, what's wrong with you?"

"fine."

After sending his mother away, he lowered his head to look at his hands, feeling the surging power running through his blood. His heart seemed to be filled with light, and endless courage was boosting his spirit!

In the past, he had thought of resisting, but his weak rationality soon shook out the passion in his heart: teachers, their parents, his own parents...

He didn't have the confidence to face the consequences of his resistance.

But now, he feels full of courage and confidence, as if no matter what happens, he can face it fearlessly!

He sat down slowly, with countless plans in his mind. The world in his eyes seemed to become colorful, and he had a lot of things to accomplish. He couldn't let the devil down...

"The demon king who gave me courage and shared my power..."

A flash of doubt suddenly crossed his mind, but it was quickly overwhelmed by other thoughts filled with nightmares and blood.

'Daytime of the Second Day of Escape'

After sending Xiaojiu to school in the morning, Ren Suo began his second day’s strategy for “The Upside-Down World”.

Ayane left early in the morning: "I have to go to Edo for work and will not be back until tonight. Please be careful, my two benefactors."

After Ayane left, the maid Xiaosuo appeared on the screen and asked respectfully, "What are you doing today? Are you going to investigate first, or go for a walk around and rest, or teach me first?"

It was only then that Ren Suo realized that the so-called "good rest" did not mean sleeping. Even if he slept, it should not be a relatively intense sleep. Instead, he should engage in some recreational activities, such as wandering around and playing.

The reason why he had to entertain himself while on the run was probably related to the "resentment" that Mr. Mu carried.

Those filthy resentments were affecting Mr. Mu's mood all the time, so whenever he encountered something bad, he would easily become depressed, causing the amount of resentment purification to drop significantly.

If it goes wrong, it will even cause Master Mu's camp to deviate. If his camp is always absolutely evil, then this save file will be ruined.

The purpose of investigation is to complete task one: to find the murderer behind the scenes; while the purpose of entertainment and rest is to complete task two, to purify the filthy resentment as soon as possible.

But what the hell is this 'still first, adjust, teach, me'?

Am I playing a serious game!?