Chapter 51: The Resurgence of Spiritual Qi

"Great Yokai?"

After the surprise, Kamikawa Mitsu, intrigued, carefully examined the three main character panels. The settings provided for Cimu and the child yokai were insufficient, causing their panels to be marked as "Unable to Determine."

Immediately, he shifted his gaze to the Great Monk.

The Great Monk's panel did not display "Unable to Estimate"; its race and strength were marked as Great Yokai.

"I recall I never set a yokai level."

Kamikawa Mitsu remembered the friendly reminder below the script panel and suddenly understood.

"It seems many people regard the Great Monk as a Great Yokai, so the system judged his strength as such."

With those words spoken.

He fixed his gaze once more on the character "Cimu."

Combining the current script panel, the system prompts, and the script system's functions, Kamikawa Mitsu grew slightly serious, pondering aloud.

"It seems that in the future, fabricating virtual characters cannot be done carelessly; otherwise, everything will fall into chaos at once, making it easy for people to disbelieve the yokai lies I create, indirectly leading to low ratings and a drop in script points."

In this script, the world already believes yokai exist.

Therefore, the world already has a general concept of yokai.

To acquire different character abilities and skills, Kamikawa Mitsu cannot blindly create the characters he wants; he must create different characters based on making the world firmly believe that yokai exist in the world, thereby acquiring different abilities and skills.

To give an example.

Currently, Cimu's impression on the world is one of power; therefore, Cimu's settings must be powerful. The settings given to Cimu must be based on power.

Otherwise, the world will see through the flaws.

How can Cimu be weak one moment and strong the next? Could all of this be fake?

The world absolutely cannot have such thoughts; once they do, the popularity will definitely drop.

To put it simply.

Lies need to be supported by one lie after another, interlocking and linking layer upon layer.

"When I get home tonight and upload the video, I'll exchange for a yokai character and work on the settings."

Regarding the possession of such supernatural abilities as yokai, Kamikawa Mitsu was very interested.

With those words spoken.

He ate the last bite of bread and patted his stomach.

I'll go buy a special mayonnaise bread to eat after school.

Afternoon.

The school dismissal bell rang.

"Oh! School's out!"

The students, no longer listless as during class, cast off their lethargy; one by one, as if welcoming a second spring in life, they excitedly ran amok.

Seeing this, Kamikawa Mitsu smiled.

What a familiar sight.

Indeed, as long as it is the high-pressure education of nine years of compulsory schooling, students are all the same; before and after class, it is two completely different lives.

Just as Kamikawa Mitsu was packing his bag, preparing to go home.

Boom.

It could be felt that the building was shaking.

"Damn, an earthquake?"

The earthquake was not large, roughly around magnitude four.

In this earthquake-prone Japan, an earthquake was nothing major; students should have been very calm, but having experienced the Yunhu incident, everyone had become sensitive, holding different views on earthquakes.

"Don't tell me another yokai has appeared."

"Whoa, an earthquake? Could it be that some yokai passed near our Arakawa District again?"

"Do you think this earthquake was caused by a yokai, or is it a real earthquake?"

The students chattered nonstop; some students even dashed out of the classroom, ran out of the school building, and looked up at the sky.

It wasn't just students; teachers ran out as well.

Clearly, the Yunhu incident had left too deep an impression on the people of Arakawa District, reaching the point where they believed rumors at the slightest hint.

"Kamikawa-san, do you think this earthquake might be caused by a giant yokai passing by?"

The female classmate sitting in the desk in front blinked her eyes, full of curiosity, and asked Kamikawa Mitsu.

Kamikawa Mitsu was at a loss between laughter and tears.

"It's probably a yokai."

He didn't know what to say; as the 'Script Director,' he very much wanted to say definitely not, but he couldn't be so certain, as it would easily arouse suspicion.

The female classmate looked out the window and replied.

"I think it's a yokai too; after all, it's too coincidental. Before Yunhu appeared, earthquakes were more frequent than in previous years."

"Yes, too coincidental."

Kamikawa Mitsu spoke casually, but in his heart he was thinking...

How could it not be coincidental? I combined the earthquake to create this myself, just to make you believe.

Walking out of the classroom, walking out of the school building.

Kamikawa Mitsu looked down at the ground, which was gradually stopping its shaking.

Come to think of it... there have indeed been many in recent years. What is the reason? Solar flares causing changes in Earth's gravity, leading to crustal movement?

Thinking of this, Kamikawa Mitsu, in good spirits, couldn't help but joke to himself.

"Could it be that the resurgence of spiritual energy has caused frequent earthquakes?"

At the same moment.

In the Higashio Dashan, a mountain not far from the suburbs of the Arakawa District.

Deep within the Higashio Dashan, the jungle is dense.

At a glance, the branches are lush and the leaves verdant and dim; human traces are rare.

Even the villagers of the mountain village below the Higashio Dashan rarely come here.

A wild boar, nearly half the size of a person, was eating wild mushrooms on the ground.

Suddenly.

The Higashio Dashan trembled, leaves fell rapidly, and the wild boar cried out in panic, preparing to run away quickly; yet just then, its ears twitched, as if sensing something. Its running steps stopped, and it turned back to look at the place where it had been eating the wild mushrooms.

Buzz~

Above the wild mushrooms, nothing was visible, yet invisible ripples rippled into existence out of thin air.

The ripples spread, and the space crackled.

It was as if a mirror made of water had appeared out of nowhere; a touch sent the ripples surging, and a sudden smash made it creak and crack, the mirror fracturing to form a shattered, rippling vortex.

This scene was truly miraculous.

The vortex appeared out of thin air; fragments of space fell into the cracks, slowly expanding to form a one-person-high elliptical spiral black hole. Within it, eerie ripples swirled, like a pool of black water turned upside down.

Immediately after.

A mysterious and profound aura overflowed from the black pool of the vortex, followed closely by a chilling cold that spread outward.

The surrounding earth, flowers, grass, and great trees were all covered in a layer of frost, the temperature plummeting to below zero.

Gulu-gulu.

The vortex mud-pool bubbled, as if something were surging out from within.

Very quickly, a hand covered in Bai Mao with long, chilling nails extended from the vortex mud-pool, like a ghost's claw; then a foot stepped out, a body appeared, and finally a humanoid creature walked out of the vortex mud-pool.

It looked hideous.

Above and below the pair of eyes a normal human would have, another pair of eyes grew on each side, making three pairs in total.

Large horns like those of an antelope grew on its forehead; its entire body was covered in Bai Mao. Its hands were like a human's, but its nails were long, chilling, and pitch black. Its feet were not human feet but antelope hooves, its legs bent in a standing posture. On its back was a scorpion-like tail, very long—longer than its own height, fully two meters.

It turned its head and looked at the only living creature nearby: that wild boar.

The next moment.

Its six eyes revealed a very human-like greed; it reached out and grasped at the wild boar in the void.

The half-person-sized wild boar was lifted as if by an invisible giant hand, flying toward the six-eyed, horned monster.

Boom!

The wild boar exploded.

Red and white, flesh and bone fragments flew everywhere, staining this place, now turned into an ice-and-snow world, red.

It opened a huge mouth filled with fangs, its eyes flashing with cruelty, and ate the wild boar's flesh and blood. The hard pig bones crunched in its mouth like potato chips, shattering with a single crunch.

Before long, it swallowed the entire half-person-sized wild boar in one gulp.

Its Bai Mao-covered hands were stained red with blood, bloodstains hung from the corners of its mouth, its appearance hideous beyond measure, making one shudder with fear.

"Although there isn't a shred of life force, it tastes quite good; the meat is plump and delicious."

It raised its head, its nostrils flaring, its six eyeballs rolling, with a ferocious light shining within.

"Just as the Sacrificial Lord predicted, this is a low-level world without any life force."