"Found him."
Wu Tong "watched" the figure rapidly moving within his perception range. At that moment, the figure was frantically sprinting down the stairs, taking eight steps at a time.
My name is Takashi Komuro.
I'm a second-year high school student at Fujimi Academy. My life has always been fulfilling—both parents alive, not wealthy but comfortably well-off. I even had a childhood friend I was very close to. I always thought Rei would be my girlfriend.
But recently, for some reason, after she was held back a year, our relationship rapidly deteriorated. Lately, she even broke our childhood promise and became the girlfriend of my best friend, Nagai Gou. It felt like a betrayal.
But what did I even do? How did things suddenly turn out like this? Are girls really this unreasonable?
Sigh. Feeling down these past few days, I skipped class. I originally planned to relax on the rooftop, but I never expected to witness something unbelievable—a supernatural event.
I saw it with my own eyes: a huge crowd of people being spat out by a sudden vortex.
What the hell is happening to this world?!
Oh god, I need to run. If these people see me, they'll definitely silence me.
With that thought, Takashi Komuro took advantage of the group's distraction and quickly slipped into the stairwell, rushing toward the classrooms below.
...
"Heh, interesting. A textbook Japanese protagonist—useless except for being 'kind.' How can someone like this even be a main character?"
Wu Tong's lips curled into a cold smirk as he "watched" Takashi Komuro sprinting down the stairs, his thoughts laid bare through telepathy.
Run? If you can escape, then all these years of my life would've been wasted.
With a thought, Wu Tong activated his spatial authority, and a spatial rift instantly tore open.
Meanwhile, Takashi Komuro, still accelerating in his desperate run, had no idea why the school was descending into chaos.
(Too focused on spying on Wu Tong's group, he hadn't noticed the zombie invasion below.)
Head down, charging forward, Takashi Komuro failed to notice the spatial rift silently splitting open in front of him.
Before he could react, he plunged straight into it.
Where… is this?
A flash of darkness, then light—Takashi Komuro found himself in a familiar place.
"Hey, isn't this the protagonist of this world? Rare sight," Zhang Chulan remarked, glancing at Takashi Komuro's bewildered face before turning to Xiao Yan.
"Tch, protagonist? Who isn't one these days? Just trash. Kill him already. What's the point of keeping him?"
As someone who crossed over in 2008, Xiao Yan didn't have a favorable impression of Japanese people.
Moreover, from the plot he knew, this protagonist was childhood friends with a right-wing leader's daughter and even had the approval of the Takagi couple.
(Note: "Right-wing" refers to hawkish political factions, often extremists advocating foreign aggression.)
Isn't that even more reason to kill him?
Why keep someone like that around?
No one objected. Many here had ties, direct or indirect, to Yan Huang (China's parallel worlds).
Wu Tong, Gu Ruoli, Xiao Yan, Zhang Chulan, Zhongli, and Fu Hua—all hailed from Yan Huang's parallel worlds in some form.
He Xi, March 7th, Kanna, and Gabriel, among others, understood the situation and didn't intervene.
The group had read the files shared by the admin, which included China's history. Naturally, they understood the resentment the Yan Huang people held toward the Japanese.
As for Tsukasa Kadoya and Rimuru?
They're fictional characters!
Besides, they weren't close to Takashi Komuro. No need to upset everyone over him.
"No! Please spare me! I swear I won't tell anyone what I saw!"
Hearing Xiao Yan's intent to kill him, Takashi Komuro, who understood a little Chinese, immediately begged for mercy.
At his core, he was just a high school student—instinctively terrified of death.
He could clearly sense the murderous intent radiating from the group. They weren't joking; they really might kill him.
"What's this guy babbling about?" Xiao Yan pretended not to understand, turning to Zhang Chulan.
Zhang Chulan caught on instantly and grinned. "No idea. Probably saying he'll never submit and daring us to kill him."
(Thousand Languages: A chat group perk allowing members to understand all languages for communication with locals.
The two: "We understand. We just don't want to.")
Nice teamwork.
Xiao Yan shot Zhang Chulan an appreciative glance before feigning outrage.
"What?! How dare he act so arrogantly after being caught!"
As he spoke, he put on an exaggeratedly angry expression.
"Then let's grant his wish and send him to the afterlife," Wu Tong chimed in, playing along.
Takashi Komuro's expression grew increasingly terrified—his lower half even began to dampen.
"Damn, he pissed himself," Zhang Chulan pointed out, spotting the stain immediately.
"Alright, enough messing around. Finish this. The zombies are coming," Gu Ruoli interjected, exasperated.
These guys didn't even include me in their fun.
"...Fine."
Game over.
The trio exchanged glances and shrugged.
Wu Tong raised a hand, and nine spirit rings materialized behind him.
"Holy shit, that's cool." ×2
Admittedly, the Spirit Master system might be weak, but it was undeniably flashy.
Nine glowing rings hovered behind Wu Tong, casting him in an almost divine light.
Maybe I should get one too. Maybe Martial Souls aren't as weak in other worlds?
The male spectators couldn't help but fantasize.
What man could resist such a showy power?
Ignoring their envious stares, Wu Tong focused.
The first black spirit ring floated forward, and with a pulse of dark light—
A long sword appeared in his hand.
The 12th Divine Key · Key of Corruption · Jizo Mitama (Enhanced).
"Can I use the protagonist's inherent connection to this world as a foothold to corrupt the world itself?"
Wu Tong studied Takashi Komuro, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
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