As I walked along, those eyes disappeared.
After walking down the street, I picked up a map and studied it carefully. Soon, I identified a place and headed straight there.
Before long, I arrived at Akihabara. It had once been the place otaku dreamed of most. But in the Spirit Realm, it was terrifying beyond imagination.
Countless masked madmen wandered here. Each of them was utterly deranged, and the moment anyone approached, they would swarm over.
Soon, I was targeted by someone wearing a Naruto mask. He raised a cleaver and viciously lunged at me.
I casually swung my hand, and Naruto was instantly cut down. The surrounding madmen seemed to sense it and surged toward me one after another.
They wore all kinds of clothes, but their attacks were utterly merciless.
I sighed helplessly, abruptly raised the Demon Blade Muramasa, and viciously slashed forward.
When that slash landed, everything within ten meters was torn apart by the violent blade aura. One by one, those people collapsed to the ground, their limbs shattered.
I continued walking, while more and more monsters gathered around me. I dodged while swinging my blade, and the surrounding monsters kept falling.
Just then, a window in one of the buildings suddenly opened. A man who looked exactly like a fat otaku from Fusang abruptly raised his hand and shouted, "Save me!"
I glanced over without the slightest intention of rescuing him. But he kept shouting, and the ghosts around him surged over, swallowing him in an instant.
Watching this, I smiled faintly and turned away indifferently.
In the Spirit Realm, anything could happen. As I continued walking, I suddenly saw a man fleeing in panic.
From his clothes, I could tell that he was probably an international student. I stopped him and asked, "What happened?"