Chapter 34: Humans Who Have Killed and Done Evil Are Delicious

Only demonic qi could bring a chill that seeped into the skin and froze the soul.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

Everyone was terrified, helpless and paralyzed.

They wanted to run, but didn’t know where; they wanted to beg for mercy, yet feared becoming the first to be eaten.

By now, even fools understood.

They had stumbled into the world of demons.

And now, countless demons were converging toward them, perhaps drawn by the scent of human flesh.

Legends said demons loved to eat humans most of all!

Human flesh was the most delicious food in a demon’s eyes.

At that moment.

Everyone felt the vision darken.

Around them, everything grew dim.

It seemed something had blocked out the light.

All of them were shrouded in a vast shadow.

In an instant, a chilling force that raised every hair and froze the soul descended upon them.

Then, immediately after.

A lump of water fell from the sky.

Yes, it wasn’t a single drop—it was an entire mass, at least dozens of buckets’ worth, coalescing into one huge glob that plummeted down.

At the same time.

Everyone watching the Yunhu livestream shivered, teeth chattering, cold sweat drenching their bodies, their very souls trembling with icy dread.

“Sakurada, you old bastard, run!!” Hongwen Ichiro screamed toward the sky above Yunhu.

On every livestream broadcasting Yunhu’s scene, chat flooded with messages, all eerily identical.

【Run!】

【Run, run!】

【Run now!】

【RUN!!】

On the other side.

Sudden shadow engulfed them; a chilling force surged…

And a massive, stinking droplet of water fell.

Suddenly, Mizuno Yuichi and his group shuddered violently, as if remembering something, their faces twisted in terror as they slowly lifted their heads.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!!”

The two girls forcibly brought by the Sakurada Group could no longer suppress their panic—they screamed in terror.

Without warning.

Behind the Sakura Flower Zhushihuishe building, a colossal demon stood, radiating overwhelming demonic qi.

It was a Nine Abyss Evil Deity—its demonic aura surged toward the heavens, swept across all eight directions, and terrified every demon in its presence.

Its hands clung to the Sakura Flower building, gazing down at Mizuno Yuichi and the others, who appeared no larger than ants to it; its mouth slowly split open, releasing a stench of rot and demonic qi that struck their faces and nostrils.

It was enormous.

Its eyeballs alone were larger than a truck, glowing like silver moons in a starless night, shimmering with eerie, hair-raising radiance.

The five-story Sakura Flower Zhushihuishe building looked like a child’s toy doll in its grasp.

At this moment, it was grinning.

A drop of saliva dripped from its mouth, splashing onto the ground and spraying a torrent of droplets—everyone was drenched as if caught in a shower of saliva.

“Such a fragrant scent. I didn’t know humans were here.”

The giant demon spoke.

Its voice boomed like thunder, deep and resonant as an ancient bell, echoing across all directions.

President Yamazaki wet himself, collapsed onto the floor, trembling violently, face ashen.

The giant demon behind the building looked at him with the gaze of a meal—like a demon imprisoned for millennia, finally freed from its seal, ravenous and starving.

“Run!”

Once discovered by the giant demon, Mizuno Yuichi and the others panicked, sprinting wildly—but before they took even one step.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!!”

“D-d-demon!”

Mizuno Yuichi, Sakurada Wenzhi, and the others stared in horror at their surroundings, faces as white as paper, souls nearly bleached pale, legs shaking uncontrollably.

At this moment.

Around them, countless green lights flickered and moved.

The green lights varied in size, cold and menacing.

Upon closer look.

They weren’t lights—they were eyes. Dozens upon dozens of eyes, brimming with greed.

While Mizuno Yuichi and the others were stunned by the giant demon’s discovery, demons had already gathered all around them.

Some perched on the parked cars at the Sakura Flower Zhushihuishe entrance.

Others clung to power poles and streetlights.

Some, like spiders, clung with all four limbs to the walls of buildings across the street, staring down at them.

Hundreds of demons, densely packed, surrounded Mizuno Yuichi and the others.

Every demon stared at them, drooling, flaring nostrils, sniffing as if savoring a divine delicacy.

“They’re dead…”

Director Takahashi whispered, trembling.

At the same time, he reached for the ashtray to shake off the ash from his cigarette—but his hand shook so violently, he didn’t just shake off the ash; he snapped the burning tip clean off.

Surrounded by hundreds of demons, each with grotesque, ravenous faces glowing with predatory hunger.

Mizuno Yuichi and the others felt their minds go utterly blank, losing all capacity to think.

Now, they possessed only one thought…

Fear!

“One, two, three… so many humans.”

“I haven’t eaten a human in ages.”

“Those two girls look delicious.”

“Look at that old man—his aura of killing is thick. He must’ve killed people. Even if his meat’s tough, it’ll be incredibly flavorful.”

The demons spoke, commenting on Mizuno Yuichi and the others.

The more they spoke, the more some demons drooled uncontrollably, restless, unable to suppress their hunger for human flesh.

On the other side.

As the demons’ ghastly, nightmare-like whispers reached their ears, and as they felt the demons’ expressions, Mizuno Yuichi and the others grew pale with terror, their hair standing on end.

Without realizing it.

Their backs were soaked in sweat, their legs trembling.

Their blood itself quivered.

Fear spread among them with terrifying speed.

At this moment.

One demon’s eyes glowed with insatiable greed.

“I smell it—the fear of humans. So fragrant.”

“I can’t take it anymore. I’m starving.”

“Mmm~ Such a wonderful scent.”

The demons’ words echoed.

Mizuno Yuichi and the others panicked; their inner dread, endlessly swelling, finally erupted.

They suddenly remembered the old tales their elders used to tell about demons.

Legends said demons existed in Japan.

Demons were terrifying, and they loved to eat humans—preferring to strike when people were most afraid.

Because.

Human fear, in a demon’s eyes, was an irresistible supreme delicacy.

Recalling their elders’ words, everyone’s guts trembled; their breath froze.

The next instant.

As if rehearsed, every single one of them simultaneously shared the same thought.

No!!

Don’t be afraid!

If we keep being terrified, we’ll be eaten…

Don’t be afraid!!

They struggled to suppress their fear, hoping to calm their hearts—perhaps then they would be eaten last.

Yet the more they tried to suppress it, the more they thought of it.

Fear did not lessen; it grew.

The scene was eerie, grotesque beyond measure; everyone’s faces were filled with terror, yet they twisted their expressions desperately to hide it—but no matter how hard they tried, they could not suppress it, their features contorted with dread.

Their hearts trembled, their livers and gallbladders shook, and their breathing grew heavier.

Each breath grew heavier still.

A sense of dying overwhelmed them; they looked as if they meant to savor their final breaths in their last moments.

Otherwise, once dead, they could never breathe again.

Suddenly.

“That’s a Dairōdō!!”

A cry of shock rang out from the doorway of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department conference room.

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