Chapter 095: Who Devours Whom
To make those restless individuals act even more impatiently,
He needed to add fuel to the fire.
At this moment, Zerofuku's shoulders trembled.
Now, besides sensing his own misfortune, he could also feel an overwhelming amount of misfortune emanating from those around him.
And the cause of their misfortune was this grinning onmyōji standing before him.
The other party seemed to think he was too weak, so they accelerated his strengthening once more.
"D-don't look down on me!"
With a distorted expression, Zerofuku roared as the massive, layered axe in his hand transformed again.
This time, the weapon morphed into countless blades, tearing through the air like living creatures, swiftly slashing across the entire arena to strike down this detestable onmyōji.
"I'll cut you to pieces!"
No, cutting him to pieces wasn't enough—he'd reduce him to dust.
In an instant, the entire arena was covered in countless blades. If anything were thrown in, it would be shredded into near-powder before even hitting the ground.
"Huh? Wait, why are you looking at me?"
Heimdall panicked. Why was Zerofuku glaring at him with such murderous intent, as if he wanted to slice him apart too?
The next moment, Heimdall let out a scream as countless cold flashes of blades slashed toward him.
However—
"Huh? I'm fine?"
No, that wasn't right. His shadow wasn't fine—it had been severed and was now alive, fleeing on its own.
His shadow had separated from him.
Please, don't let it run toward him.
"BOOM—!"
The shadow was instantly crushed by a hammer dozens of times its size.
As the hammer lifted, nothing remained but shattered ground.
Wait—black sun?
Realizing something, Zerofuku's expression twisted into cruelty.
The next instant, the hammer transformed once more, this time into a massive blade pieced together from segmented sections.
With a fierce swing, the blade extended, slashing toward the black sun in the sky.
Yet, the black sun seemed solid and incredibly durable—the tip of the blade barely penetrated less than twenty centimeters.
Wait, the black sun was actively pushing the blade out, as if expelling it from a wound.
No, that wasn't it.
A figure emerged from the black sun, gripping the blade—it was Ashiya Dōman, grinning through gritted teeth.
Just as Zerofuku prepared to act, he froze in shock as he found himself flying toward Ashiya Dōman.
What was happening?
After a brief moment of confusion, he snapped back to reality and understood.
That was Ashiya Dōman tugging on the blade, dragging the one on the ground towards him.
So, Zerofuku, now face-to-face with Ashiya Dōman, revealed a cruel grin, clenched his fist, and swung.
"BAM—!"
The sound of a massive impact.
"BOOM—!"
Like the explosion of an artillery shell striking the earth.
As the dust settled, lying at the center of the crater was a man with the character for "fortune" written on his face—Zerofuku.
This time, he had truly made contact with the onmyouji's body, but it wasn't him who struck first. Instead, the other had landed a punch that deformed half his face.
"Tsk—"
The detestable onmyouji floating before the black sun sighed again, his condescending demeanor, his look of disdain, twisting Zerofuku's already distorted face even further.
"Really really really really really really really..."
The same word spilled endlessly from his mouth.
"This guy... did he break?"
"Why did they pick someone with such a rotten temperament?"
"By the way, haven't you noticed something off about the surroundings?"
The divine spectators couldn't help but frown at Zerofuku's behavior.
A few gods also pointed out the strange atmosphere—everyone's mood was rapidly sinking into despair.
Sure, it was disheartening to see their representative, Zerofuku, being toyed with like this, but the despair felt excessive.
"This is SUPER unlucky aaaaaaah...!"
With a roar, Zerofuku, who had been lying down, suddenly stood up.
At the same time, a terrifying black aura erupted from his body, surging outward in all directions.
"Wha—?!"
Heimdall let out a startled cry as the black aura washed over him.
It wasn't a physical impact—more like being suddenly engulfed by a dark mist, startling him.
But nothing happened.
Just as he was about to embellish the scene with some dramatic commentary—
"This is really unlucky..."
He suddenly dropped to his knees, his voice hollow, as if life had lost all meaning.
And he wasn't alone—many in the audience were the same.
"Zerofuku's misfortune is infecting them, and the misfortune they generate is being absorbed back by him. This is—"
Hermes clicked his tongue. This ability was downright unfair.
So, what exactly is the other side plotting? The current Zerofuku is now on an entirely different level compared to the one from just a second ago.
To push things to this extent—what exactly is this onmyōji trying to achieve?
Is it purely to force his opponent to reach a state where he can unleash his true power? To make the battle even more enjoyable for himself?
"Let me—devour you!!!"
As Zerofuku snarled these vicious words, his divine weapon transformed once again.
The weapon attached itself to his back and extended outward, forming eight enormous legs, making him resemble a giant huntsman spider.
However, his legs were incredibly large and long, each covered in sharp blades.
The eight massive legs bent and then suddenly sprang upward with terrifying force, making the entire arena feel as though it had sunk under the pressure.
"Got you!"
The eight enormous legs wrapped around the black sun, their countless blades piercing deep into it.
In a flash of light, countless spikes erupted from the surface of the black sun, turning it into something akin to a spiky sea urchin.
But these spikes weren't Ashiya Dōman's counterattack—they were Zerofuku's own weapons. He had unleashed countless spikes into the black sun in an instant.
"You caught me? No, I should say—I've caught you~"
The leisurely voice that rang out made Zerofuku freeze, his expression shifting abruptly.
Just as the voice had said, the black sun seemed to have trapped his weapons. Even if he tried to retract or dissolve them, it was impossible—as if he himself had been stuck to the black sun.
"Then—bon appétit!!!"
Was the other side planning to devour him instead?
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