The Improper Spirit

"No, no way."

Ryuzaki collapsed onto the ground, muttering incoherently to himself.

"I won't lose again. I promised I wouldn't lose again. I sold my soul, the Evil God's power... It's fake. It's all fake."

"Yeah, yeah, it's all fake."

Kira crouched beside him and spoke casually.

"So why don't you tell me more about this Evil God?" Kira said. "What sect are you? What god do you worship? What are your goals? And also..."

He pointed at the large eye floating behind him.

"What do you want with this goofy spirit?"

"Exactly, exactly, hurry up and tell us!" The big-eyed spirit chimed in, but immediately seemed to realize something was off. "Hey! The 'goofy' part was unnecessary, wasn't it?"

"The sect... the sect is... the Descending Sect. The Evil God... is the Evil God."

Kira frowned slightly.

If all he had was the name Evil God, that was far too broad. In this world, these days, any monster spirit with a slightly higher level could call itself an Evil God. Show off a little supernatural power, and it could trick plenty of people into believing.

Or perhaps the so-called god did not even exist. Maybe it was just a method the sect's organizers used to Brain Control their subordinates into loyalty. Still, the organizer had to possess some skill of their own, otherwise they could not display supernatural power convincing enough to earn others' trust.

This kind of thing had happened before.

"Then who is it?" Kira pointed at the eye behind him. "Why do you want it?"

Ryuzaki mumbled for a long while, babbling without managing to form a complete sentence. When Kira pressed him repeatedly, he actually started crying.

"I... I don't know, I really don't know..."

"I just don't want to keep losing. I don't want