Transformed into a Demonic Capital

Tokyo Metropolis, Shinjuku.

Like Shibuya, this was a special ward and a relatively bustling commercial district, one of Tokyo Metropolis's urban centers.

Located slightly west of central Tokyo, it had complete commercial and entertainment facilities, a concentration of higher education institutions, and numerous major corporate headquarters. Shinjuku Station within the ward was one of the most important transportation hubs on Tokyo's western side. Its prosperity was easy to imagine.

But today, it too had become an uninhabited land of death, desolate everywhere.

"Crackle... crackle crackle..."

Inside an electronics store by the roadside, televisions flickered with static and emitted bursts of crackling, lending this desolate area an unnatural sense of dread.

Whoosh!

At a certain moment, a young man appeared as if teleporting, landing beside the electronics store and entering the deserted district.

He wore autumn casual clothes: an ordinary shirt paired with black trousers and a jacket. Everything was black, giving him a somewhat somber air, yet also an indescribable coolness.

Though his clothes were ordinary and he had little presence, anyone who noticed him could not help but keep watching, drawn in by the strange atmosphere surrounding him.

The old Jujutsu High uniform was no longer on the young man. Once again, he had created extraordinarily resilient clothing with magic. No one would have imagined that these seemingly ordinary clothes could not be cut even by a chainsaw.

"Jingle..."

Before long, a palm-sized Little Fairy appeared out of thin air nearby and flew to the young man's side.

The young man raised his hand, and the Little Fairy happily flew over and perched on his palm.

But the Little Fairy's completely undisguised presence also attracted quite a few unwelcome guests.

"Grr..."

"Grr..."

Amid muffled growls, twisted-looking Cursed Spirits staggered over from the other side of the street.

Some were