"Huh? No, I'm just afraid to go out alone."
Yin Zhu hesitated for a moment, then quickly denied it. She really had no intention of collecting other people's diaries, after all, she had other plans.
Kappa had no doubts. He had glanced warily to the side before lowering his voice to say to Yin Zhu, "To be honest, unless you're with Nekomata, you'd better not go out. I have a feeling that something's not right in the Demon Realm right now."
"Something's not right? Tell me more?"
Yin Zhu was very excited, but on the surface she only showed a gossipy look: "Could it be that the Onmyoji are going to attack?"
"That's not the case. If they had a way, they would have attacked long ago. The reason they sealed us here is because they can't completely eliminate us, right?"
The kappa didn't take it seriously.
However, he quickly became tense again: "Recently, some ghosts and monsters have gone missing in the ghost realm, so it's safer to stay at home."
"I see..."
Although kappa likes to exaggerate, judging from how scared he is, it's probably true. I'll find out more tomorrow when I go out with the cat.
Yin Zhu was very concerned about what Kappa said, but she couldn't find any reasonable evidence to support her guess.
She had a vague feeling that an invisible net was covering the world of ghosts, and that the net was about to be closed from the moment she entered this world.
Fortunately, she had a pair of "scissors".
...
The second chosen one of the Sakura Kingdom is Mitarai Ichiro, a man in his early twenties, who will still turn into a beautiful girl after entering the dungeon.
Having inherited the physical form left by Kazuo Enoshima, Ichiro Mitarai begins his conquest of this dungeon from scratch once again.
Although he had seen the Ghost Story World live stream on his computer before, Ichiro Mitarai was still shocked by the incredibly realistic scene when he actually entered the instance.
After having dinner with the cat-headed kappa, Mitarai Ichiro didn't explore the house again and went straight to the street.
"What is Mitarai-kun doing?"
"It's dangerous outside! Some Chosen Ones have already been eaten by monsters on the streets. Mitarai-kun, please be careful!"
"I have a feeling... that Mitarai-kun might be a holder of a rule-based talent?"
The presence of bullet comments is not an illusion.
After Mitarai Ichiro entered the dungeon, the system began to draw talents for him, and he happened to draw a rule-related talent.
[White Talent: Obedient Citizen.]
[Skill Description: Your greatest strength is your obedience. When the gods bestow a mission upon you, strive to complete it, and the gods will grant you immense power.]
Although the skill was vague, Mitarai Ichiro quickly understood it.
A muffled voice whispered in his ear, and even though he couldn't make out the other person's gender, the voice's request came to mind—
[Going to have dinner with the cat.]
Obediently, Ichiro Mitarai felt that his nearsightedness, which had troubled him for many years, seemed to have improved simply by sitting at the dining table.
Is this the power bestowed by God?
Mitarai Ichiro became excited, preparing to take on the next mission, to gain more power, clear the dungeon as soon as possible, and return to Earth.
He even thought of Hirano San.
No wonder that high school girl is so popular with the nation. Humans with such amazing abilities are practically gods to Earth!
The chosen ones should be worshipped by mortals!
After finishing his meal in a daze and using the restroom, Mitarai Ichiro received his second mission in the dungeon:
[Upon leaving the house, sincerely compliment the first person you encounter on their beauty.]
Although he didn't know if there would be any punishment for disobeying orders, Mitarai Ichiro had no intention of "not doing the mission" at all. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he ran out of the villa without even telling Nekomata.
A gust of evening breeze brushed against Mitarai Ichiro's face, making him slightly more alert.
The first guy I met...
The voice didn't use the word "human," which might mean there are no humans in this world at all. In that case, the "god" behind the white talent is quite precise.
Mitarai Ichiro looked around. There were no passing ghosts nearby, but some were in the distance. However, if he wanted to strike up a conversation with them, he would probably have to go quite far from home. Moreover, from Mitarai Ichiro's perspective, those distant ghosts didn't seem friendly.
If you go to the right, you will encounter two female demons.
One of them, with very long black hair, floated in the sky defying gravity, seemingly gesturing to the other banshee.
The other was a beautiful woman with a red demon mask. She had a shapely figure, but the red demon mask alone was enough to make Mitarai Ichiro hesitate to approach her—that demon mask had a special name in Sakura: the affected Hannya.
There are three kinds of Prajna: the laughing Prajna with a wild laugh, the white Prajna with a pale face, and the red Prajna with a red face.
What Mitarai Ichiro saw here was the Red Hannya, the most ferocious of them all. If the Laughing Hannya and the White Hannya are those who kill the wives and daughters of unfaithful men, then the Red Hannya is a malevolent spirit that harms people indiscriminately without reason or cause.
If you go to the left, you will encounter a woman surrounded by phosphorescent flames, holding a baby in her arms, and seemingly also holding a garment made of feathers.
It seems to be a monster that can absorb human souls.
Just as Mitarai Ichiro was standing on the street, struggling with which side to approach when a hand gently patted his shoulder: "Little sister, what are you looking at?"
Mitarai Ichiro's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned around.
What came into view... was at least a human figure, wearing a headscarf, clearly trying to strike up a conversation, but with its head down, hiding all its features in shadow, making them indistinct.
She was also holding a red umbrella in her hand.
Mitarai Ichiro chuckled and said, "I was wondering why everyone who lives here is so good-looking."
Do I look good like this?
The person slowly raised their head, their smooth face completely exposed to the streetlight. It was devoid of any features, empty and unsettling to behold.
Mitarai Ichiro swallowed hard, imagining the most beautiful actress he had ever seen, and then sincerely said, "Of course you are beautiful. You are as beautiful as any other beautiful lady. Would living here make you more beautiful?"
That flattery is very pleasing to the ear.
The faceless demon shook its head with some delight for a while, then patted Mitarai Ichiro on the shoulder and said earnestly:
“Little sister, you are quite pretty too, but sometimes beauty can be your downfall. You only see the beauty of those female ghosts, but you don’t know that many of them were harmed because of their beauty, and eventually became vengeful ghosts due to their excessive resentment. There’s no need to envy others too much.”
Although he didn't frighten Mitarai Ichiro, No-Face received praise and couldn't help but feel happy.
However, because she has no mouth, no one can see her smile.
"Thank you for your guidance." Mitarai Ichiro bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, while at the same time, his third task was announced:
Spend one night in a hot spring resort.
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