We Are the Blasphemers

Uncle Kyosuke watched the two figures vanish from where they stood, shock rising in his eyes.

"That fat guy just now..." Uncle Kyosuke lowered his head and looked at the Bewildering Pupil trembling incessantly at his waist, his brow furrowing slightly.

As the wielder of the Bewildering Pupil, he could clearly sense that the Magatsu Blade was afraid.

Little Gold, the blade spirit, was afraid too.

That fat man had clearly done nothing. He had merely cast a casual glance in their direction before leaving, yet the Bewildering Pupil had nearly flown from Uncle Kyosuke's hand and fallen into his grasp.

Fortunately, the other man seemed to have no intention of taking his blade. He had simply headed straight for the Pure Land with Shen Qingzhu.

"What kind of monster was that...?"

Uncle Kyosuke muttered to himself.

Just as Uncle Kyosuke was baffled, the enormous electronic map hanging in the center of the park suddenly flickered, turning into a noisy screen of static.

The people strolling through the park stopped in confusion at the sight, raising their heads to look at the huge electronic display.

Uncle Kyosuke had not paid much attention to it, but when he turned around, he suddenly realized that it was not just the display in the center of the park. Every network-connected electronic screen throughout Tokyo had turned into static.

The giant advertising displays in shopping malls, electronic maps at intersections, televisions hanging outside storefronts, train schedule boards at stations, and even people's phones, tablets, and computers... every electronic screen had become like an old television filled with static.

Beneath the pitch-black night sky, tens of millions of screens emitted a pale, eerie glow.

People stood in the streets, at a loss.

Click.

The pale static abruptly vanished from countless screens.

In its place appeared