Chapter 335: Jia Ji, You

“Yan Zhu, stop playing.”

Jia Ji waved at the girl with twin pigtails who was kicking out shockwaves over ten meters long across the ground, “Come with me for a trip.”

He came this time first to fulfill a long-unkept promise, and second to recruit Yan Zhu for a tournament to annoy some juniors.

“She’s practically from another world…”

The Holy Son of Heaven and Tendo Mugi shook their heads helplessly; this man never seemed to stop—just as he solved one problem, he was off to the next, and now he looked ready to drag Yan Zhu away too.

And unless he showed up himself, no one could find him; in every sense, the two of them had been right.

“Don’t worry… you’ll see me again soon. No—actually, I’ll be the one seeing you again.”

Jia Ji smiled mysteriously, implying more than he said.

As everything proceeded smoothly, Angelia gazed at the bustling scene before her and suddenly wore an odd expression.

“What’s wrong?”

As Jia Ji’s contracted “Holy Maiden,” he immediately sensed it.

His heart lurched, his mind froze blank, and unfamiliar images flooded his vision as his consciousness drifted away.

In an instant, the surroundings faded, replaced by endless illusions—fragments of memories from alien dimensions suddenly engulfed him, rapidly clarifying the distortion of time and the warping of dimensions.

It felt vaguely like when he first entered the time loop, but now there was a difference—he wasn’t seeing himself… but Angelia’s memories.

“I… probably…”

Angelia clutched her head, sounding uncertain; after being swept into the dimensional rift and losing her body, her memories weren’t entirely gone, but most had grown hazy.

“I think… I have a long-lost younger sister in the material world.”

Perhaps another reason was that she knew she could never return to her own world, so she unconsciously wanted to forget it all.

But by deliberately summoning her Holy Spirit power to create an artificial Holy Spirit and witnessing the girls playing with the spirits, something buried deep in her subconscious stirred.

“I remember… her name was Mildred Avallone… a sweet little thing…”

Angelia’s small fangs bit hard into her lip, her eyes filled with panic—if she still had flesh, she’d have drawn blood.

She might never see her sister again.

“Relax—your sister is now Jia Ji’s sister. I’ll find her for sure.”

Only just recovering from the dizziness, Jia Ji immediately patted his chest and vowed, easing Angelia’s worry and bringing back her usual bright smile.

She trusted Jia Ji would keep his word—he was, after all, the partner she herself had chosen. Though he often acted carefree, he never let anyone down.

Just finished one mission, and another’s already here?

Find Angelia’s sister.

But Jia Ji secretly glanced at the blonde girl’s flat chest—six years had passed since she became a Holy Spirit, so Angelia had stopped growing since age ten. Her sister, however, hadn’t become a Holy Spirit; who knew who was really the older one now?

Though the “Holy Spirit Realm” was a separate world across countless dimensions, and Angelia had chosen him by sheer accident, even she wasn’t sure if she could return there.

But Jia Ji believed he could make it happen.

“Big Brother Jia Ji, Big Sister Angelia, where are we going?”

Drawn by her newly acquired Holy Spirit, Yan Zhu hadn’t noticed the oddness in Jia Ji and Angelia and now bounced over cheerfully.

She’d previously grumbled about Angelia sitting on her usual shoulder, but after seeing her use Holy Spirit power to save the Zodiacs from their tragic fates, that petty annoyance vanished.

Since Angelia was a spirit form, a strange scene now unfolded—Yan Zhu sat on Jia Ji’s right shoulder, cradling Angelia, who was smaller than her, while Angelia held an even smaller “Capricorn.”

Fortunately, someone had the Divine Art of Expansion, letting his shoulder widen like a sidewalk—otherwise, they’d never fit.

Angelia made a token struggle but feared hurting Yan Zhu with too much force, so she let herself be held. After all, she had a built-in faction radar—girls like Yan Zhu, who watched child-friendly magical girl shows daily, would never dislike a Holy Spirit.

Facing Yan Zhu’s confusion, Jia Ji rubbed his chin, recalling a piece of news he’d received not long ago.

“Speaking of searching for lost siblings… that’s definitely a task we can’t skip…”

…

【Great God of Cute: Dulululululu , Moses Moses, Esutesu-san?】

【Ice Queen: Speak quickly】

【Great God of Cute: There’s something good here, come quick—I’ve already arrived with Yan Zhu】

【Ice Queen: On my way】

【Yin-Yang Eye Kenko: On my way (ゝω★)】

【Great God of Cute: Wait, this might be a bit dangerous for Kenko, but with me around, danger’s unlikely… whatever, come if you want, Moe Dainai】

【Yin-Yang Eye Kenko: Yay! I’ll leap into fire and boiling water for the group owner!】

…

Death Island, First Hanging Island.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—!”

“ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—!”

Eyes blazing with malice, roars and cheers thick with killing intent— the atmosphere surged into fierce, dangerous energy.

It was a massive circular arena, capable of holding tens of thousands of spectators; the thunderous noise washed over the entire ground like a tide, every soul pushed to its peak.

But unlike ordinary bloodthirsty crowds, this one was far more unusual—every single spectator was not human.

This wasn’t metaphor. It was literal description.

Most spectators bore grotesque faces or enormous bodies, skin tones alien to humans—some had leopard heads and bulging eyes, others full mouths of fangs, some were beast-headed human forms, others had pointed crowns.

Like a legend of a hundred demons marching at night, specters, goblins, and monsters filled every corner—this wasn’t an arena for humans, but a battleground for yokai.

Then, when a completely human boy appeared, the atmosphere reached its climax.

“KILL KILL KILL!”

“Kill them all at once!!”

(End of Chapter)