Kamurochō.

The nightlife in this street was as bustling as ever, with pedestrians coming and going, immersed in the dazzling lights, wine, and luxury.

And at the intersection of Kamurochō, a group of people slowly approached.

It wasn't unusual for people to come to Kamurochō, but these people themselves were quite strange.

Among them were men and women, young and old. Each person's attire was quite ordinary, with some dressed as chefs, maids, or even in sailor uniforms and other peculiar outfits. If it were only this, it would just be odd, but each of these people held various weapons—kitchen knives, baseball bats, iron pipes... And they all wore pure white masks, seemingly crying and smiling at the same time, on their faces.

A hundred people, two hundred people, three hundred people…

More and more people gathered at the street corner of Kamurochō, wordless as they silently blocked all three exits. Witnessing this scene, the people of Kamurochō were quite taken aback, curiously passing by the crowd, observing them. Some even took out their phones to snap pictures, discussing whether a movie was being filmed.

But as more people gathered, blocking the entry and exit to Kamurochō, some became displeased with these masked oddballs. Soon, a few hoodlums swaggered over and fixed their gaze on the motionless figures, akin to sculptures, standing in front.

"Hey, why are you blocking the way?"

".........…"

However, the other side remained silent, simply standing there, appearing almost puppet-like if not for the movement of their bodies. The ghastly white masks, almost smiling or not, they wore added to the displeasure.

"Hey! Can't you hear me?! What kind of ghost masks are you wearing!"

Soon, one of the hoodlums angrily reached out, intending to remove the mask from the face of the man in front of him.

But in the next moment, his motion halted.

"Ugh........."

Feeling the sensation in his abdomen, the hoodlum slowly lowered his head, then saw the kitchen knife in the opponent's hand, stabbing into his stomach.

"You… you.........!!"

The hoodlum struggled to retreat, yet the masked man in the chef's outfit withdrew the knife and mercilessly stabbed again, into the hoodlum's neck, then slashed.

"Squelch—————!"

Blood sprayed out like a fountain, and the hoodlum's body limply collapsed on the ground.

"Huh?"

Seeing their companion fall, the remaining two let out peculiar sounds, possibly not yet realizing what had transpired.

But it was already over.

A primary school student sprinted out from the crowd, wielding a small knife, fiercely slashing at the legs of the hoodlum in front of him.

"Ugh, you little brat are courting death!"

Feeling the pain, the hoodlum roared in anger, kicking the child aside, but the next moment, another man rushed out, swinging a baseball bat forcefully at the hoodlum's head, knocking him to the ground. As he lay heavily on the ground, the hoodlum felt a pressing sensation on his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw the masked student sitting on his chest, gripping the small knife tightly, driving it powerfully into the hoodlum's right eye.

Meanwhile, the third hoodlum, sensing the danger, attempted to flee, but the masked figures lunged towards him, pinning him to the ground. With a swift motion, they relentlessly stabbed down. Amidst the relentless penetrating strikes, the hoodlum couldn't hold back any longer and started to scream in agony.

"Aah aah aah aah aah———————!!!"

The shrill screams echoed down the streets of Kamurochō, stunning the surrounding onlookers into silence. Yet, the hoodlums' screams served as a signal for those originally congregated at Kamurochō's street corners. At this moment, they sprang into action, raising their weapons like beasts charging towards their prey!

"What did you say?"

When Tezuka Renichi received this news from his subordinate, he was dumbfounded.

"Kamurochō has been attacked, someone is assaulting the area!"

"What? Who did it?"

Tezuka Renichi furiously slammed the table and stood up.

"They dared to make a move on our Hawk Moon Group's territory, are they tired of living?!"

However, his subordinate's reply took Tezuka Renichi by surprise.

"They're not people from our world, boss…"

"What? Then who are they?"

"I don't know either, there are thousands of them, male and female, young and old, killing anyone in sight… They even killed the patrol officers! Boss, what should we do!?"

"What?"

Tezuka Renichi had to admit, when he heard his underling's response, he felt like he was in a dream for a moment. He walked to the window, opened it, and looked outside. Indeed, cries and screams could be heard coming from the bustling streets. Even though the place was still lit with bright lights and vibrant with neon glamour, the shrieks were so vivid that they sent chills down one's spine.

"What... what's happening here?"

Seeing the scene before him, Tezuka Renichi was utterly stunned.

Similarly, this scene unfolding in Kamurochō didn't escape Yuko Shionji's surveillance.

"So terrifying..."

Looking at the images appearing on the screen, everyone's faces turned pale. The masked marauders were attacking anyone in sight like maniacs. Even when the police shot at them, they were unfazed, charging headlong into the gunfire and then violently dismembering the officers.

Now, the streets of Kamurochō were littered with corpses, and the number of masked individuals kept growing. They surged in from all directions, storming into every building in Kamurochō, killing, destroying, setting fires. They tore everything apart, showing no concern for their safety or even their lives.

At this moment, the streets of Kamurochō were strewn with bodies, rivers of blood flowing, the devastation unbearable.

"They... they're not monsters..."

Yotsuya Miko's expression was rigid. If these people were monsters and not humans, maybe she wouldn't have reacted this way. But now, she could see that those who were storming into Kamurochō, wielding deadly weapons, and wearing masks were just ordinary humans, not monsters!

"Cultists are like that, a bunch of mindless idiots; only death can stop their foolish actions."

At that moment, the screen showed another group of masked individuals appearing. However, unlike the previous ones, they were dressed in matching robes, and among them was a tall, slender, masked black man, being escorted into Kamurochō. Seeing that man, Yotsuya Miko's expression stiffened immediately.

"Teacher..."

"Which one?"

"I don't know how it appears to you, Teacher, but to me, it looks like a tentacle-composed, humanoid..."

"I know, don't say anymore."

After all, even without Yotsuya Miko's description, Duanmu Huai knew how disgusting that thing looked, and today would be the last time it dared to flaunt itself in front of him. He was determined to catch that filthy and vile bastard and tear it to pieces, letting it experience the destruction of despair in agony!

Duanmu Huai said, stretching lazily and standing up.

"Let's go, Satori!"

"Okay~~~~~"

Upon hearing Duanmu Huai's words, Mianmu Zuoniao jumped up excitedly, raising both hands.

"The rest of you stay here and wait for my command... Xie Sita, Yue Ye, if anything shows up here causing trouble, I'll leave it to you."

"Brother, do you have to go?"

"That thing is targeting me."

Duanmu Huai snorted coldly. He and Nyarlathotep never saw eye to eye. Using Evil God as a metaphor, Duanmu Huai is akin to Brutal Wrath, whereas Nyarlathotep resembles Cunning Deception. The former prefers to confront issues head-on, while the latter avoids direct engagement, always resorting to tricks and schemes.

So Duanmu Huai had long detested Nyarlathotep, and if he hadn't used the infinite save system to trap Nyarlathotep here, it probably wouldn't have caused such a grand scene. It was clear Nyarlathotep had had enough of this infinite retrospective prison and finally decided to face Duanmu Huai head-on.

Otherwise, it would never escape this time loop. And for Nyarlathotep to escape this cycle, it either needed to seek help from Yog Sothoth or eliminate Duanmu Huai first.

It seemed Yog Sothoth was unwilling to help, leaving Nyarlathotep with limited options.

As for those people, it was obvious they were Nyarlathotep's believers.

In that case, Duanmu Huai wouldn't hold back either.

"Well, I guess I can't be of much help over there."

Xie Sita waved her hand, while Inaba Tsukuyo just slightly nodded without saying anything. Duanmu Huai then turned to Yotsuya Miko once more and instructed her.

"Remember, whenever you see anything strange, report it immediately, understood?"

"Yes..."

Yotsuya Miko's expression management was impeccable. If Duanmu Huai didn't specifically remind her, probably no one else could discern anything from her reactions.

As for Abigail, she was clutching a small panda, hiding on the sofa, trembling with her eyes shut, not daring to look at the screen at all.

Well, it didn't matter, since to Duanmu Huai, Abigail's sole purpose was to serve as a vessel for Yog Sothoth. So she couldn't contribute much, and it was better for her to stay behind to care for the panda. Only when Abigail manifested Yog Sothoth would she hold any real value for Duanmu Huai.

Glancing at everyone one by one, Duanmu Huai turned directly and left the office.

Tonight, he was determined to finally resolve this problem!

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