Whether it is to explore the limits of this newly drawn strongest trump card and the matters that need attention...

Or to ensure that the Golden Key in hand doesn't grow wings and fly away...

Or some thoughts from deep within his heart...

All these reasons combined seem to be enough for Gu Mo to convince himself. He took a deep breath, as if he had made some decision, and then gently lifted the green wood-grained mask he was holding and slowly covered it over his face—

In the turbulent night below, no one noticed this scene.

"I hate the style of the mask in the movies..."

At the moment when the mask was about to cover his face and make contact with the muscles and skin of his face, Gu Mo's mood was very calm, with only this peculiar thought lingering in his mind.

If there's any complaint, it's probably that the style of the mask in the movies looked too ugly to him, leaving a terrible first impression... This perception even overshadowed the side effect of the mask which caused the wearer to be unabashed, self-indulgent, and uncontrollably mad.

Ahem, but it's understandable—

After all, being handsome is a lifetime thing, but being strong is just a matter of version.

The texture of the mask was rough with wood grain and felt completely temperatureless. Other than that, there was nothing particularly noticeable about it, and it had no fixed design, so it should have fallen off as soon as he let go.

However, the moment it was worn, Gu Mo's body stiffened; the mask instantly softened from the hard texture of wood and adhered tightly to every contour of his face like flowing mercury, with the edges continually spreading.

It seemed like it was going to wrap up his entire head.

Despite being mentally prepared, Gu Mo wasn't panicked and did not try to tear off the mask that suddenly came to life from his face like the panicked protagonists in movies... For an unprepared person, the shock would be no less frightening than being faced with a facehugger from outer space.

Gu Mo's lips moved slightly, appearing somewhat comical under the mask. His consciousness remained clear; he knew he was himself, but he could no longer think as he used to, as all feelings and impulses seemed magnified countless times over.

The odd thoughts and ideas usually suppressed by reason were now completely transformed into uncontrollable madness, or rather into the deep-seated id he had been suppressing.

Some things, like yesterday, were slipping away irreversibly.

And some things, like tomorrow, were coming irresistibly...

...

...

This night was destined to be uneasy.

Ichijima Hiyori, who had gone to bed early, was awakened by the noise outside her window. Frowning, she walked to the window, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and curiously pulled open the curtains... Why was it so noisy outside? Was some event being held? But at this hour, it seemed like a disturbance to the residents.

As the curtain opened and the scene outside came into view, the girl's pupils sharply contracted.

"...!!"

The city, which should have been bustling and lively even at night, full of traffic and lights, seemed to have fallen into a large-scale commotion and chaos, with sounds of cars overturning, colliding, and horns honking, along with screams from the crowd, creating a scene of chaos.

Traffic on the roads had collapsed, with vehicles crashing into one another. This condition prevailed on every road and street, with drivers and passengers in cars screaming, while pedestrians outside fled desperately, weaving together a scene akin to an apocalypse.

In that instant, Ichijima Hiyori even thought she hadn't awakened from a nightmare, but then she saw the sky, dark and pressing. Although there were no clouds, the moonlight was not bright at all, appearing gloomy and gray.

In the gloomy air, countless shadowy figures of phantoms, surrounded by black aura, flew wildly in the sky. They were grotesque and monstrous, embodying all kinds of spirits and demons...

Time Distortion...

And of this scale...

Ichijima Hiyori's mind flashed with this thought like lightning. She trembled with fear. Had the entire city been affected? Could everyone see the demons and divine beings residing in the corners?

Yato... Where's Yato? What happened?

She heard the hurried footsteps of her parents outside the door, indicating that they too had been awakened by the commotion outside, realizing that the whole world outside had changed abruptly. In unconscious bewilderment, she looked out the window, seeking the figure of the only one she could rely on at the moment.

It was even smoother than she imagined, and she saw it at a glance—

In fact, it wasn't just the newly awakened Ichijima Hiyori. Many others had seen it too, because it was very conspicuous.

......

Leaping between the tall buildings, a young man with purple hair and blue eyes wore a grim, stern expression, holding the Fei Artifact, battling the fully armed Visakha. While he didn't know why the situation had suddenly turned like this, he couldn't resist Fujisaki Kouta's call...

For the last time...

This is the last time...

Just consider it as returning everything to him! Yato thought destructively. He knew that he was bound to die here, and even if he didn't die tonight, defying the authority of the High Celestial Plain publicly predestined his fate afterwards, but he no longer cared.

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