Chapter 112: The Cutest Little Monster in the World (Request Monthly Tickets!)

What is Kabukicho?

Baidu Baike says this—

Kabukicho is one of Tokyo’s entertainment centers. Movie theaters, video arcades, bars—all night long, crowds never cease. It’s a classic never-sleeping city…

It sounds unremarkable; many countries have similar places.

But those who know, know: such places are utterly divorced from the idea of decency, commonly called red-light districts.

Especially in Neon, where it’s perfectly legal to sell love action films openly, turning sex work into a local tourist attraction.

Every year, countless virtuous teachers come here to refine their skills, bringing immersive performances to countless people hunched over computer desks.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian’s mind flashed with classic license plates, then he glanced at the flyer in his hand, which bore an image of a half-naked woman…

(ー`ー)

Honestly, her face looks familiar—he might’ve seen her performances before he crossed over.

On the other side, seeing Wu Xian’s slightly odd expression, Eri seemed even more intrigued. She gazed longingly at the flyer in his hand, eager to try.

Just as in the original, Eri only seemed cold at first, but in essence, she was a child with no common sense.

She’d likely spent too long in a monotonous place, with almost no one except Genji Sōsuke to talk to normally, hence her aloofness.

But now, with Wu Xian’s encouragement and guidance, she quickly took on the demeanor of a normal girl.

Just recently, while playing in Cinderella Castle, she’d been startled by a staff member suddenly appearing dressed as a monster.

Honestly, Wu Xian had worried she might overreact and activate the Word of Judgment, reducing that monster-costumed staff member to ash.

Thankfully, that didn’t happen. The girl merely pressed herself desperately against him, as if being near him brought her comfort.

This inexplicable trust satisfied Wu Xian—and left him deeply puzzled. He felt that if he just pushed a little harder tonight, in ten months, the heir of the Uesugi family could be born.

Amid these absurd thoughts, he glanced at the girl’s innocent, naive face, instantly quashing the wicked idea and silently muttering, “Sinful.”

“Come on, it’s getting late. We should go see the Sky Tree.”

Wu Xian exhaled softly, dispelling his distractions, then naturally took the girl’s soft, pale hand, ready to hail a taxi for the final stop of today’s journey.

Upon hearing “Sky Tree,” Eri’s eyes lit up instantly. She no longer mentioned going to Kabukicho, letting Wu Xian lead her down the street like a well-behaved, obedient cat.

Meanwhile, Genji Sōsuke had already dealt with the Oni Clan and was on his way to Disneyland Park.

…

One hour later, Tokyo Sky Tree.

As one of the city’s landmark structures, it’s hailed as the world’s tallest radio tower, claiming that from its highest observation deck, you can see Tokyo’s most beautiful scenery.

At night, it glows with multicolored lights, shining like a pillar piercing heaven and earth, standing proudly in Tokyo’s night sky, breathtakingly magnificent.

“Ding!”

With a soft chime, the elevator doors on the second-floor Sky Walk slowly opened.

Wu Xian and Eri stepped out. She glanced around the glass tube-shaped walkway, her breathing quickening—clearly desperate to rush to the windows.

But in the end, she held back, obediently letting Wu Xian hold her hand as they walked step by step, though her eyes overflowed with curiosity and delight she couldn’t hide.

Watching the girl’s compliance, Wu Xian smiled faintly, then led her to a glass window, gesturing for her to look down.

Sensing his encouraging gaze, Eri finally released his hand, took a deep breath, and cautiously approached the glass.

Her long lashes trembled slightly, her crimson eyes fixed unblinkingly on the tiny city below.

Undoubtedly, this was a view she had never seen before.

It was past eight p.m.; Tokyo’s people were far from resting. Streets teemed with traffic and crowds, and the lights on skyscrapers blazed brighter than in daylight.

Looking at this, Eri’s pupils seemed lit by the ten thousand lights below—anyone unaware might think she’d activated her Golden Eyes.

“Do you like it?”

A familiar voice came from behind.

The next moment, Wu Xian stepped beside her, gazing down with lowered eyes at the brilliantly lit night scene.

Hearing his question, Eri nodded, then shook her head, and finally, under Wu Xian’s puzzled gaze, picked up her pen and wrote two lines in her small notebook.

【The world is beautiful, and Eri loves it.】

【But… the world probably doesn’t like me.】

“…”

Seeing this line bursting with chuunibyou energy, Wu Xian felt no amusement. Even the curve of his lips faded.

Having read the original, he knew why Eri held such a strange thought.

Unlike naturally born half-breeds, Eri and her two brothers were like test-tube babies, born amid conspiracy and calculation, treated as tools and vessels by some bastard to fulfill his own ambitions.

Especially Eri—among the three siblings, her bloodline was the purest, the perfect vessel for the White King’s power, possessing the ultra-dangerous Word of Judgment, feared even by Dragon Kings.

Yet with great power came instability. Her bloodline grew increasingly volatile, always at risk of going berserk, sustained only by serum extracted from Devourer fetuses.

She knew all this. She’d long prepared to become a monster and be killed by her brother—or by some heavenly justice hero.

That’s why Eri said, “The world doesn’t like me.”

After a moment of silence, Wu Xian suddenly reached out, took her notebook and black pen, and scribbled rapidly on it. Then, imitating her, he held the page to his chest.

【I know you’ve always felt you’re a little monster, so the world won’t like you, and someday, you’ll be killed by the righteous Ultraman.】

The instant she read this, Eri’s pupils shrank sharply. Her heart clenched as if pierced, nearly stealing her breath.

Why… she’d never told anyone this—not even her brother. How did he know?

As she thought this, she saw Wu Xian pick up his pen again—but this time, a smile played on his lips.

Curious, she tried to tiptoe to see—but Wu Xian flipped the page over.

【But I think the world doesn’t like you because you haven’t met it yet. If you walk through this world and keep loving it, one day, it will discover that even a little monster can be adorable.】

【And righteous Ultramen only kill evil monsters. Someone as cute as you? They’d protect you before they’d ever hurt you.】

Eri stared blankly at the two lines in the notebook, frozen in place like a machine unplugged, motionless for a long while.

Wu Xian said nothing, simply watching Eri, waiting for her response.

After one or two minutes, Eri reached out, took back the pen and notebook, wrote one line quickly, then held it up to her face, hiding her expression from Wu Xian.

【But what if I become really, really bad? Will the righteous Ultraman still protect me?】

Wu Xian laughed, lifted his hand to move the notebook aside, revealing a delicate face silently weeping.

But this time, he didn’t write anything. Instead, he raised his other hand and gently wiped away the tiny pearls, speaking slowly with solemn sincerity:

“I don’t care what Ultraman will do. But if it’s me? Even if you truly become a monster, I’ll use every means possible to bring you back.

Just like Naruto Duidai Sasuke—never giving up. One day, I’ll make you become that little monster again: the kindest, most adorable little monster in the world.”

(End of Chapter)