Chapter 355

Looking.

Conan's eyes instantly turned into bean-eyes.

Mouri-uncle was fawning over a hot otherworldly beauty who was also in line; of course, his lecherous posture was quickly rewarded with an eye-roll.

He returned with a dejected expression, and Ran lectured him with her hands on her hips.

"Uncle, that..."

"Which one? Damn, she actually disliked me for being old, even though she's over three hundred years old."

Kogoro Mouri chattered away.

"Uncle..."

Conan continued.

Kogoro Mouri sighed: "Sigh, I don't know if it's good or bad that these barbaric and cruel otherworldly people with no sense of awe have come to Earth."

"Sigh, forget it, this is for the big shots to consider; us small fries can't do anything."

Watching Mouri-uncle grinning again and approaching another otherworldly beauty.

For a moment, Conan couldn't tell if his uncle was hinting or if he was really that lecherous.

Well, the lecherous part was definitely true.

However...

"For the big shots to consider, huh?"

Conan slumped his shoulders dejectedly.

Past cases gave him an illusion, as if as long as he solved the case, the bad guys would definitely be punished.

It was all his credit.

But at this moment, he clearly felt that it wasn't him who punished the bad guys, but violence, but power.

Otherwise, just like now, let alone solving cases, what if these powerhouses killed people right in front of you?

The violence that could punish them was the root.

He clearly felt a sense of powerlessness.

He clearly felt the arrival of a great era—an era where other worlds were swarming and linking, an era of universal transcendence, an era where power decided everything.

It was too cruel for ordinary people...

Bang.

"What are you thinking about, kid?"

Kogoro Mouri, having failed again, walked over and hammered his head with a fist, nodding with satisfaction.

This was indeed the right feeling.

"What are you doing, Mouri-uncle."

Conan glared, covering the bump on his head.

"Tch, arrogant kid..."

Kogoro Mouri lit a cigarette and said leisurely: "Expecting things on your own, being pessimistic on your own, defining people on your own—truly unlovable."

"Hmm?"

"Adults are wiser than you imagine."

Kogoro Mouri exhaled a smoke ring.

Conan followed the smoke ring and saw many joyful people who, in the past, were just part of the masses, their lives seen to the end at a glance.

But at this moment, they were grinning, their eyes filled with the light of hope.

"Why is it like this?"

Conan was stunned, and for once he stopped acting, unable to help but ask: "With such great danger, and so many people dead, shouldn't they be afraid and scared?"

"Because they finally see hope, because they were given an opportunity."

Kogoro Mouri sighed.

What kind of hellish country was Japan.

Having climbed up from the bottom, he understood this deeply.

The number of people who committed suicide every year, excluding those who were "suicided," was an extremely terrifying figure.

The true bottom lived in hopeless, numb, and repetitive mechanical lives.

Class mobility only existed in legends.

A lawyer's son was still a lawyer; a corporate slave's son was still a corporate slave.

Hopeless.

Living numbly, and that was just living.

And an opportunity—an opportunity to let one's family live a happy life—was such a shining and precious treasure for those at the bottom of society.

How could Conan, born with a silver spoon and never having understood the life of the bottom, understand their thoughts? Understand how precious such a life-changing opportunity was.

Even if they had to bet their lives, people at the bottom would drink it up with ecstasy.

How could he know?

Besides...

Kogoro Mouri looked at the bustling people in the plaza and the sparse powerhouses.

It was very obvious.

Ordinary people had something protecting them, and the probability of death was surprisingly low.

"What a merciful god."

Kogoro Mouri sighed softly, praising.

Regardless of whether they considered themselves gods, they were worthy of being gods who redeemed the masses.

Feeling the wrist inside his sleeve, the scarlet seal spread bit by bit, forming a crest that looked like a trident.

Kogoro Mouri didn't care, stood up tall, and walked away with a swagger.

"Let's go, kid, let's go home..."

205. Inuyasha: Coach, I don't want to be a Great Yokai anymore, I want to be human!

"We should hurry too."

The traveler Miroku looked toward the doors.

That otherworldly hero, Reinhard, was already resting against the wall, and the one continuously injecting holy power into the doors had long been replaced by that beautiful silver-blue-haired girl named Tachibana Kanade.

Her delicate little face was calm, expressionless, as if she were what the people of this world called "three-no."

But to be recognized by the Holy Spirit and considered the one with the highest compatibility.

Her aura was growing stronger every moment in an unreasonable and illogical way; just walking this path, she had already broken through more than a dozen steps.

She had long surpassed him, and he even felt she was stronger than Inuyasha, the Great Yokai who had stepped into the Fourth Rank relying on the God Tomb's opportunity.

No.

In terms of combat power, she could probably beat ten Inuyashas with one hand.

After all, a Holy Spirit of the same rank probably had no opponents, and even if they did, they would only be "cheat" players like Heroic Spirits.

"Is this the God Kingdom?"

Miroku sighed softly.

Under countless opportunities, a mortal of yesterday might be someone you could only look up to today.

Of course, he wasn't qualified to say that either.

Was it all his own effort that he reached this level at such a young age?

If so, it shouldn't have been his grandfather who sealed Kaguya, but his grandmaster.

No.

In terms of true talent, he might not be qualified to inherit the family's thousand-year legacy.

To put it bluntly, it was just relying on being born well.

The distracting thought flashed by, and Miroku glanced at Kaguya in the distance, not looking again.

That near-god who had once made him feel suffocated and desperate—there were seven or eight of them in this crowded plaza, and weren't they queuing obediently?

That Glorious Knight was watching.

He represented the will of one of the giants of this supreme world, the God Kingdom.

"Miroku, why don't... we stay in the modern era for a while."