The Devil Appears

"Beauty, are you the new DJ?"

"Are you going to show us some moves?"

"Come on, come on, step on me!"

Various strange shouts erupted from the crowd; getting this bunch to quiet down had never been an easy task.

However, Inagaki remained unmoved, slowly floating into the air and drifting toward Ogura Chihiko.

"Whoa! Is this the latest act?"

"It really looks like she's floating."

With new entertainment to watch, they didn't actually care much about the so-called dynamic music; that was just an excuse for close-contact interaction with the opposite sex anyway.

In terms of effectiveness, it probably couldn't even compare to a cat that could do backflips or a dog that could defecate while doing a handstand back at home.

As Inagaki, dressed in a hospital gown, landed less than two meters from Ogura Chihiko, the latter finally recognized who she was.

"It's you, Miki. How come I didn't know you started working here?" Ogura Chihiko felt a sense of foreboding. He knew she had been admitted to a psychiatric hospital, but he forced himself to remain calm and spoke cautiously.

"Demon, the human skin you wear cannot hide your foul stench. The mortal realm is not your playground; hell is the eternal destination for your kind. The Supreme God has sent down an oracle, and I shall grant you destruction."

Inagaki's holy, plain-faced expression formed a sharp contrast with the heavily made-up drunks in the bar.

Especially when she delivered her declaration with such solemn piety, the crowd couldn't help but laugh.

Ogura Chihiko's female companion laughed so hard she could barely stand, gently patting Ogura. "Are you a staff member here too? How can you play such a shameful role-play? Hahaha, but it's really interesting. How about we play like this tonight too?"

Joyful laughter echoed all around. They were like theatergoers, enjoying the pleasure of watching a drama unfold at close range.

However, the people's laughter had no effect on Inagaki.

In fact, Ogura Chihiko was drenched in sweat and filled with terror.

He felt his vision constantly distorting, and it seemed as if an existence that didn't belong to him was being born from his abdomen, growing and expanding.

But in the eyes of others, it was just an outstanding performance.

"Oh, which one should I play along with? Fine! I'm on your side. Cough, cough, my dear is definitely not a demon. I'm already carrying his child—hahaha! Tell me, do I act like it?"

Ignoring the support of the companion he had met less than half an hour ago, Ogura Chihiko was pale, sweat pouring down like rain.

He sensed it; he was about to become a monster, a monster so terrifying and disgusting that even he felt repulsed.

He gave Inagaki one last look of pleading, but received no feedback from those cold, indifferent eyes. His lips moved slightly; Ogura Chihiko seemed to want to leave some final words in his last moments, but in the end, no sound escaped his mouth, and his consciousness gradually dissipated.

Amidst the playful onlookers, Ogura Chihiko suddenly grabbed the girl's shoulders and turned to face her with a blank expression.

"Hm? What are you—"

In the woman's trembling pupils, Ogura Chihiko's head exploded, revealing a terrifying giant mouth with eight petal-like lobes. The next instant, everything went black before her.

Seeing this person suddenly transform into a monster and bite the girl in front of him, everyone felt as if their hearts had been struck hard, their breathing nearly coming to a halt.

"Ah—!"

The scream became the starting whistle, awakening the people's instinct to flee.

Several long, strange, withered arms grew from the monster's back, easily snatching up a few lucky victims.

The panicked crowd fled in chaos, shoving one another.

In a sense, this was also a bar for monsters.

The humans present were nothing more than moving wine bottles, ready to be opened and consumed.

Only then did Inagaki Miki float up, facing the monster that had just finished its appetizer.

Tables, chairs, light strips, and speakers all became her weapons, rising from the ground and slamming violently into the monster.

"Krah-howl!"

One of the monster's arms was smashed off. It let out an unintelligible shriek, its chest swelled, and countless vines burst out, lashing toward Inagaki.

A massive table was used as a shield, blocking the vines and pressing straight down onto the monster.

The monster used all its arms to support the iron table, struggling to counteract the pressure Inagaki exerted.

But behind it, several sharp steel pipes, dismantled from who knows where, plunged into its back and pierced through.

"Krah!"

The monster let out a miserable cry, its strength failing, and the heavy iron table crushed it directly, causing a large amount of black, foul-smelling blood to flow onto the floor.

Inagaki flicked her fingers, and the heavy iron table moved aside lightly, revealing the dying monster.

Inagaki didn't even look back, floating toward the exit without her feet touching the ground. The monster's legs were lifted into the air, its upper body dragging along the floor, leaving a trail of ink-black fluid behind.

"Ahhh, help! There's a monster!"

"Don't push, don't push!"

"Someone fell, wuu wuu."

"I'm never coming here again, Mom."

In the chaos, some saw Inagaki dragging the monster and didn't dare to block her path at all, scrambling to get out of the way, terrified of being flattened if they were too slow.

The commotion at the bar drew significant attention from the surrounding area. Being located on a street famous for its bars, the foot traffic was immense, and the sudden sight of people screaming about a monster and swarming out of a single establishment clearly signaled that something major had occurred.

The tourists, in particular, had eyes gleaming with excitement; could it be that they were about to become the lucky few to witness the extraordinary with their own eyes?!

They would be able to brag about this for the rest of their lives once they returned home!

Immediately after, they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

At the entrance of the bar, a woman dressed in a hospital gown floated in mid-air. Behind her, a hideous monster struggled feebly, yet it was still dragged out, black blood leaking continuously and emitting a foul stench.

Countless mobile phones recorded the scene, and that twisted, terrifying monster became an eternal nightmare in the hearts of many.

Inagaki looked around at the crowd and, under the gaze of everyone present, shot into the sky with the monster in tow.

"Death is the only destination for evil."

A thousand meters in the air, Inagaki looked at the monster, which was still writhing and attempting to save itself, and casually released her hold on it.

Ten seconds later.

Splat. A loud thud echoed.

Back at the bar entrance, the monster crashed into a puddle of gore exactly where it had been lifted from, splattering the onlookers and successfully triggering a wave of vomiting and screaming.

Fortunately, no one had dared to approach the spot where she had taken off—perhaps they had already guessed what might happen—otherwise, they would have been reduced to pulp along with the monster; they just hadn't expected to be caught in the splash zone regardless.

The gruesome scene spread rapidly across the internet, reaching the top of trending lists worldwide, with all the subsequent headlines related to the incident.

The Special Affairs Bureau arrived fashionably late to contain and process the monster's remains.

However, because of the report from the psychiatric hospital and Inagaki Miki's lack of any intention to conceal her face, they quickly placed the hospital under control, though they allowed them to maintain their daily check-ups and status quo.

In the hospital courtyard, the two original congregants remained kneeling, claiming they were there to welcome the Saintess's victorious return—a matter of great honor.

Besides them, several Special Affairs Bureau tactical teams had secured the scene, with the proactive model worker Noguchi Yuji and the passive model worker Toyokawa Jousei also in attendance.