A Ghost Caught Between Men and Women / The Purple Ghost Runs Amok ...

"Mashiro, you can only say things like that when you're with someone you like," Shirou corrected him.

"Shirou, do you hate being with me?" Mashiro asked directly. Although her expression was indifferent, one could sense a hint of confusion in her emotions. When Shirou tried to distance himself from her, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.

"No... I don't dislike it. It's just that the situation is like this..." Shirou tried to explain.

"So you like me!" Mashiro nodded, as if she had confirmed something, and the atmosphere around her became reassuring again.

"Can you please stop arbitrarily changing other people's meaning? What exactly have you decided?"

Alright! It seems necessary to make this child understand the seriousness of saying such things.

Shirou turned around, pushed Mashiro down onto the bed, looked directly into the girl's eyes, lowered his head almost to her nose, and said, "Is this what you mean by 'like'?"

Mashiro's eyes widened in shock as she was pinned to the bed, the scent of Shirou, a young man, wafting towards her.

She wasn't quite sure how she felt, and her heart seemed to be beating a little fast.

But she didn't dislike Shirou; in fact, she liked him. She got off the plane and arrived in Japan, a place she wasn't familiar with.

Although she was prepared to go it alone in pursuit of her dream of becoming a cartoonist, the lack of close friends around her still made her feel lonely.

Just then, Shirou took her hand and did his best to help and take care of her.

People call her a genius, but Mashiro knows that's not true. All she can do is draw, and all she wants to do is make a living through drawing.

She was simply drawing; she was oblivious to everything else.

However, when she was learning to paint with a teacher in the art studio, the number of her friends around her gradually decreased.

At least when her cousin said she could take her away from here and separate from Shirou, she felt unwilling.

So she told them it was okay, because she likes being with Shirou, no...

'I like him? So I like Shirou...' In that instant, Mashiro suddenly understood, just like when she always felt something was missing while drawing, and a flash of inspiration came after much thought.

Is this love? Love that came out of nowhere?

But it seems like you don't need a reason to love someone!

The girl, pinned to the bed, looked intently at the man on top of her and said, "Shirou, I think I've fallen in love with you."

Chapter 821 The Ghost Caught Between Men and Women

"Shirou, I've fallen in love with you!"

In the distant depths of the universe, a white deity radiates light. Each of Shirou's spiritual avatars is a separate entity, living in a parallel world, encountering different people and events, and searching for its own happiness within that environment.

This also includes romantic relationships with different women, just like the saying "you can't have your cake and eat it too."

However, if all worlds were the same, Shirou's spiritual existence would be meaningless.

In its very last moments, the white god is making a final attempt with its remaining energy. It will either find a way to bring happiness to everyone in the endless parallel worlds, or it will completely disappear from the world after all its energy dissipates, Shirou Emiya will cease to exist.

Being loved and being able to love those who love you is a very happy thing for a person.

The girl made the first passionate confession of her life.

Shirou overheard this and had to admit the girl's awareness.

Since the girl had spoken earnestly, he had no choice but to respond earnestly as well.

Shirou broke free from his inner turmoil and made his final decision! He looked earnestly at the girl who was now on top of him and said, "Alright, alright, since you put it that way, it wouldn't be right for me to remain indecisive and not respond. So let's at least start by dating in a healthy way..."

"Hmm... what kind of relationship is a healthy one?" Mashiro, sitting on Shirou's lap, tilted her head and asked.

Shirou flipped her over, pinning the girl beneath him once more, and said with a laugh:

"Yes, kissing is probably within the acceptable range."

At that moment, Mashiro's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked towards the ceiling behind Shirou.

"Shirou, did you see anything?" Mashiro asked, pointing to the wall.

Hmm? This transition seems a bit too abrupt!

Clang! Clang! Clang...

When the old-fashioned clock struck twelve, midnight arrived, and the barrier between the human world and the underworld became the thinnest, as easily broken as an eggshell.

Although this is an old house that has been run by the underworld for who knows how many years, the timing of the ghost's appearance is too strange!

The eerie atmosphere caused the temperature in the room to drop several degrees, giving everyone goosebumps.

"Who has invaded my territory! I have slumbered here for over 30 years! You are courting death!!!"

At midnight, lonely spirits emerged from the shadows, passing through the walls and turning left and right.

Mashiro professionally pulled out paper and pen from the table; this was, of course, time to gather materials.

Mashiro, how did you manage to survive in this world?

And something ominous was slowly emerging from the wall, like a baby crawling out of its mother's belly, creating an eerie and unsettling feeling.

Half of its body emerged from the shadows, looking somewhat chubby, with several layers of belly fat stuck in the gap. It twisted and swayed from side to side, finally managing to squeeze out.

However, his skin was entirely purple and translucent. His floral suit was open in the middle, revealing a protruding beer belly.

A large, golden necklace hung from her chest, making it look like a large lock around her neck.

This is practically the standard attire of a nouveau riche gangster.

The purple Ghost pulled out a 10,000 yen note, rolled it into a tube, and dangled it from his mouth. He then exhaled a puff of smoke, giving a smug look, like he was smoking a cigarette after sex. He exclaimed, "Phew! I'm finally out! Hmm? I think I can smell that couple in heat."

The ghostly uncle raised his eyebrows and scanned his surroundings, bringing the two people on the large bed beneath him into view.

"Um, Mr. Ghost, do you have any grievances against you?" Shirou asked.

"Injustice? No, that night I called five foreign women, then ate African flies and Indian drugs, I think I got too high and just died. Ahahaha!" The purple-skinned ghost uncle with the gold chain said with a loud laugh.

"Please tell me your story... um!" Mashiro was about to speak when Shirou covered her mouth.

"Uh... then don't you have any regrets?" Shirou asked.

This place has been operated by yakuza organizations for decades, established in the early 1980s, during the most frenzied period before the bursting of Japan's economic bubble. At that time, due to the Plaza Accord, the yen appreciated threefold against the US dollars, American goods suddenly became very cheap, and everyone started buying everything.

This was the most triumphant era for the Japanese since their defeat in World War II. Anyone who owned a 70-square-meter apartment in Tokyo was a multi-million US dollars millionaire. That was in the 1980s.

During the period of economic downturn in Europe and the United States, Japan stood out from the crowd, with its GDP reaching 70% of that of the United States, and it was said that Tokyo alone could buy the entire United States.

At that time, Japan was very open, actively exporting its culture in various aspects to the world, which became popular in Asia and even the world.

The animation industry boasts a string of legendary directors, its manga series includes Dragon Ball, which holds the world record, and its films have won numerous awards.

Wealthy people like to invest in the United States. The moderately wealthy buy real estate, such as houses in Hawaii and the most prosperous areas of New York; the middle-class buy land and buildings; and the super-rich acquire large companies. Mitsubishi bought Locke Center, an American landmark, while Sony bought Colombia, successfully entering the circle of Hollywood giants.

The commercial foundation built up since the 1960s reached its explosive growth phase, transforming into a miracle and reaching its peak.

Everyone suddenly became rich, but they hadn't actually learned how to manage capital.

At that time, the Japanese people abandoned their usual humility and etiquette, and all became fond of showing off and competing with each other.

In that era, many amazing things happened when Americans did business with the Japanese.

For example, an American company negotiated the sale of a building for US dollars 40 million, but when it came time to make payment, the other party simply handed over a check for $70 million.

It all started because the Japanese boss said he wanted to break the Guinness World Record; the original record was 6,900, so he offered 7,000.

Even more outrageous, a group of nouveau riche emerged who frequently threw parties at night.

When encountering a power outage or circuit breaker trip, they would simply pull out banknotes, light them on fire, and keep burning them for light, just like in Hong Kong movies, until the lights came back on.

And this purple ghost is clearly a monster from this era!

Chapter 822 The purple Ghost Goes Berserk

Purple Ghost rolled her eyes at Shirou, thinking to herself that this young man was clearly quite handsome, and his girlfriend was super cute, but he wasn't very bright. Why would this girl be with someone like that? Did his family own a mine?

Shirou, unaware that he was being looked down upon by the ghost, asked again, "So, is there anything else you regret that you haven't finished?"

"I have no problem! In my previous life, I was a very wealthy man admired by thousands!" The purple Ghost, with a big belly, suddenly jumped up and down angrily, but because it was in ghost form, it looked like it was doing a comical dance!

"But you're a ghost. If you hadn't stayed behind out of some grudge, you should have become a Buddha by now, right?" Shirou said.

"Yes, a ghost is a ghost, even a vampire is a ghost." Mashiro, a returned overseas Chinese who had lived in England for a long time, nodded and said. She was an authority on this subject; The Vampire Diaries was world-famous.

Of course, the vampires' ancestral home should actually be in Romania, where Duke Vlad lived.

"If you have any troubles, please tell me, and I will try my best to help you solve them," Shirou said sincerely.

"Huh? You want to help me?" The purple Ghost, as if touched on a nerve by those words, roared furiously:

"Haha!!! Kids? You think you can help me? Are you underestimating me? I've drunk with Akio Morita! I've played mahjong with Matsushita! Yanai from Uniqlo is my best friend! Masayoshi Son is my friend's nephew, An..."

The ghost uncle kept spewing out names of business leaders from his era. The figures he compared to were either the Chinese tycoon Liu Qiangdong of Lenovo or the legendary Zhang Yimou of Haier. Back then, before the internet boom and when the world was still dominated by traditional industries, their influence was once comparable to that of Jack Ma and Father Ma today.

"If you're so capable, why are you in a small inn like this?" The girl Mashiro, interrupted the man and asked.

"Uh..." A silence fell over the room.

To be honest, Mashiro really didn't mean any harm; she was just interviewing the ghost uncle about his past for research purposes.

However, the ghost uncle's whole body has become round and bulging, just like a pufferfish. His skin is swollen like an inflated balloon, his belly is stretched very long, and the purple color of his skin has been stretched and thinned.

"Wait, calm down. Since he's a big shot, you can tolerate a little girl's slip of the tongue, Mashiro should also keep quiet." Shirou pulled Mashiro behind him.

"No! The little girl's matter is all settled now. I remember! Why did I end up in this godforsaken place?! Inujin! You scum of the Yakuza! It's all your fault for giving me that unreliable medicine!!!"

The purple-clad man's body swelled to more than ten times its normal size, causing the entire hotel to shake.

The thugs who were dozing off guarding the shady hotel felt the tremor and were all jolted awake!

"Earthquake? Was that an earthquake? Quickly wake up the team leader!"

"What's going on? What's going on?!"

"Why is it only shaking here? The guys outside don't seem to feel anything at all?"

The purple Ghost's enormous belly had almost completely enveloped the hotel, yet these people couldn't see anything.

"Waaaaah... I hate it so much... I was a big boss back then! I had the chance to be one of the top ten thousand billionaires in the world! I even contributed to the country! Was it called GDP again? To hell with it, whether I'm gay or a PowerPoint presentation! Why did I just die like this!"

Everything that the living enjoy now is the result of the hard work of my generation!

"I'm clearly the one who should be enjoying all of this, so why am I stuck in this house, watching some brats indulging in pleasure?!"

The giant, purple uncle Ghost had pink bloody tears streaming from its eye sockets and blue snot flowing from its nostrils; it looked utterly disgusting.

"Wait! Calm down! Uncle, this won't solve the problem; it will only take you further away from enlightenment!" Shirou pulled Mashiro out of the room and tried to persuade the ghost.

Unfortunately, the ghost is currently consumed by hatred and anger, and can no longer hear anything.

"Waaah... I hate it so much! I hate it so much!" The purple Ghost continued to change its body.

Shala-la.

Dust kept falling from the walls. Everyone ran outside, but from the outside, they couldn't detect anything unusual inside. When they went back inside, they heard the house shaking again. It was really too eerie.

"What's going on?! Don't panic, tell me the details first!" At this moment, the gang leader, Inujin, a middle-aged man with a beard, spoke up!

"Team leader!"

"Boss!"

The thugs looked excitedly at their boss, feeling as if their pillar of support had arrived.

"Ugh...!!! What on earth is going on?" Inujin looked towards the purple Ghost and exclaimed in surprise.

"As expected of the boss! Did you see something too?" the subordinates asked, looking at their boss in surprise.

"Hmph! Of course, otherwise how could I be your boss?" The bearded man said with a confident smile.

However, as he turned his head, he secretly groaned. Although he didn't know why others couldn't see the giant monster like him, he had no way to defeat it!

'Would it be useful for a ghost to use a gun?'

At that very moment, Inukane Group Leader, saw Shirou and Mashiro, who had been trying to stop the purple Ghost from the beginning, and his eyes lit up.

"Hey, young man over there! Miss! Can you see that monster too?" The bearded, imposing man looked at Shirou and Mashiro, waving his hands enthusiastically and asking loudly.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Shirou asked while blocking the monster's attacks.

"My name is Inugami, and I'm in charge here. Do you know how to subdue this monster?" Inugami asked.

"I'm not sure if it will work out, but we're trying to calm her down. By the way, do you know a man who died of a stroke in this hotel?" Shirou asked the team leader.

"Haha... you jest, young man. Over the decades, countless guys have come here to have fun. Some of them got too excited and died from the thrill—there are at least seventy or eighty of them, if not hundreds. How could I possibly remember them all?" Inukane Group Leader, stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

Chapter 823 Gangster Boss Inukin