Chapter 98: The World That Terrifies Yagami Light, The Super-Quant Club's External Member Tamamo-no-Mae
This series of shocking news left Light dumbfounded.
Clubhouse?
Parent-Child Discount?
Fighting tigers requires real brothers; fighting in battle requires father and son?
What the hell?
The "fighting in battle" people talk about isn't that kind of battle!
Isn't that called scoring?
Yoru's continuous output made Light almost miss the last sentence.
After reacting, he said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Itou-kun, you misunderstood. I don't have that kind of interest in men."
"Hard to say."
Yoru thought in the original plot, your girlfriends seemed to be just tools for you to use.
Speaking of true feelings...
It seems to be with that Famous Detective L.
Yagami Light was not only misanthropic towards stupidity but also tended towards sapiosexuality.
He was willing to interact with people he considered to be on the same level as him.
Not those vulgar and rotten people who idled all day in his eyes.
The world was rotten and boring.
So were the people around him.
Light's thought was simple.
Only the boy in front of him, who possessed similar abilities and had done the same righteous deeds as him, was the only person in this world who could understand him.
"No, wait a minute..."
Light suddenly seemed to think of something and shook his head with a dumbfounded smile.
"My father is the Criminal Investigation Bureau Chief of the Police Department. You want me to take him to that kind of place?"
Although Light didn't understand the memes of Miyamizu Mitsuha and Itou Makoto, he seemed to vaguely understand.
The person I acknowledged...
His personality seems too elusive, always saying astonishing things.
"Interesting."
This was Light's first reaction.
Being treated differently from ordinary people made it interesting.
"So, Yagami-san."
Yoru ignored Light's complaints and pointed to the marker on the map.
"What's here?"
Light revealed a meaningful smile and whispered.
"This area is controlled by the largest violent group (Yakuza) in Kyoto."
"According to the police investigation, this violent group called the Black Dragon Society (Kokuryu-kai) not only engages in various criminal industries including human trafficking, kidnapping, extortion, and trading hallucinogens, but also privately sells homemade guns to punks at extremely low prices."
"However, because no strong evidence has been found for the time being, the current stage is just focused on monitoring and intelligence gathering, which belongs to the initial stage of investigation."
"If following the police plan, trying to sanction this violent group with legal means would probably take at least a year or half a year."
Hearing this introduction, Yoru didn't show surprise, just nodded.
Such behavior could indeed only be called a violent group.
Yakuza?
Yakuza in Sakura Prefecture knew very well what they could do and what they absolutely shouldn't touch.
Prostitution and gambling were the maximum; drugs and guns were bottom lines strictly prohibited from touching.
Even if conflicts arose between groups, they were resolved by brawls, absolutely not using guns.
Accidentally killing someone in a brawl and provoking with a gun were completely different concepts.
Holding a gun proved you came to take lives; the nature was different.
No need for the police to act.
To maintain the stability of the industry, other groups in Kyoto would take action first to eliminate you.
This was also to ensure the maintenance of the delicate, tacit understanding and balance between the police and the groups.
Don't go too far.
We won't waste extra manpower investigating you either.
Obviously.
The actions of this violent group had far exceeded the police's tolerance limit.
"This intelligence..."
Yoru looked at Light and spoke slowly.
"Did you get it from your father?"
"Of course."
Light maintained a smiling appearance and replied softly.
"As the son of the Police Criminal Investigation Bureau Chief, plus the ability invisible to ordinary people, gathering intelligence, even top-secret cases the police are investigating, isn't difficult for me."
Yoru nodded noncommittally, changing from his previous frivolous appearance, looking straight into Light's eyes.
"This is the sincerity you express to me? What is the purpose?"
"No purpose."
Light shook his head.
"I just feel that people like you and me, who are different from those vulgar and rotten people and have lofty ideals, should be able to understand each other. Not necessarily cooperate, but at least there is no reason to become enemies."
"Is that so?"
Facing Light's words, Yoru just smiled and said nonchalantly.
"But if it's just this, I feel the sincerity you showed, Yagami-san, is still a bit insufficient."
"I think the same as you."
Light nodded slightly in agreement, then asked meaningfully.
"Itou-kun, since you already know there is such a dangerous, heinous violent group in Kyoto, what do you plan to do?"
Facing this question, Yoru's answer was only two plain words.
"Kill all."
"As expected of you."
In the depths of Light's eyes, a faint, almost manic excitement appeared.
Although this wasn't his home field Tokyo, as long as he could bring a trace of change to this rotting world and make those villains disappear completely from this world, he was willing to do it.
However, this time, besides eliminating evil and fulfilling his justice, Light had another more important goal.
"Then, Itou-kun."
Light smiled.
"How do you plan to take me into the area where that violent group is located without leaving any traces?"
This question was what Light wanted to know the most.
He was very curious.
What method did the opponent use to enter the Kyoto Municipal Kindergarten under the heavy encirclement of police members?
And escape safely after killing all the kidnappers?
Once might be a lucky coincidence.
But in the Kyoto City Museum incident two days ago, the police force was fully mobilized, surrounding the nearby streets tightly.
Under such circumstances, he repeated a trace-free infiltration and retreat.
This couldn't be luck.
Besides.
Light didn't believe the opponent was a reckless person who dared to break into the Kyoto City Museum without any assurance.
There must be some method.
Some method allowing the opponent to complete teleportation, beyond the limits of ordinary human imagination, similar to magic.
Light really wanted to know what exactly this was about.
"Oh? You want to know?"
Light didn't know.
His question had given Yoru a crucial piece of information.
That is, Light, also a possessor of Soul Manifestation ability but living in Tokyo, didn't know the specific function of the "Door," nor did he know that the other side of the "Door" connected to another completely different world.
Of course, it was also possible that the opponent was deliberately pretending to deceive him.
But Yoru couldn't think of Light's motive and reason for doing so.
Thinking from the other's perspective.
Light racked his brains to find a suitable excuse to come to Kyoto and contacted him through a chance encounter.
Even if Light accidentally discovered a "Door" in Kyoto unknown to the Super-Quant Club in these two days, and so accidentally entered the "Door" during the twilight or dawn (Oumagatoki/Tasogare-doki) and discovered the Otherworld Kyoto.
Leaving aside how infinitesimal the probability of these consecutive accidents was.
With the strength Light displayed, in the Otherworld full of powerful evil spirits and unprecedented dangers, he could barely protect himself at most and definitely didn't have the ability to explore those areas and gather intelligence.
Then here came the problem.
Since Light didn't understand the structure of the Otherworld, deliberately playing dumb without knowing if Yoru had intelligence sources in the Otherworld and would get the news that he went to the Otherworld would inevitably arouse Yoru's hostility.
This would be equivalent to wasting everything before, including the violent group intelligence just given.
Yoru didn't trust Light the person.
But he trusted the opponent's IQ wouldn't make such a stupid decision.
"Want to know?"
Yoru asked with a half-smile, checked the time on his phone screen. There were exactly fifteen minutes left until the twilight time (Oumagatoki) started at 5:00 PM.
After confirming the time, he looked into Light's eyes, the smile on his face disappearing instantly, saying word by word.
"Think carefully first. This truth isn't something ordinary people can bear."
Hearing this, Light frowned first, then dismissed it.
"Don't worry, my psychological quality is very good."
Light looked calm on the surface, but actually started sneering inside.
Heh.
Scaring me?
Since awakening the ability of Soul Manifestation, Light had killed at least eight hundred if not a thousand sinners.
Whether heinous thugs or terrifying evil spirits.
In front of his Emperor Sutoku, who bore the name of the head of the Four Great Vengeful Spirits, they were just ants.
Unknown when it started, Light found himself observing everyone around him from a bird's-eye view.
Including his sister, mother.
And his father, whom he once admired most and chased as a goal.
After awakening the ability of Soul Manifestation, this arrogance hidden deep in Light's heart became more serious.
In his eyes, only one person could stand on an equal position of mutual understanding with him.
That was the peer opposite him, calling himself Itou Makoto and Miyamizu Mitsuha.
As for others?
Whether evil spirits or violent group members.
Just rotten, dirty, extremely humble eyesores.
....
Fifteen minutes later, the arrogance originally hidden in Light's heart was shattered into powder by the scene before him.
He looked at the red moon in the sky, the black viscous mist permeating the surroundings, and the eyeballs of various colors flashing in the thick fog with twisted hatred, completely dumbfounded.
"This... where is this..."
It wasn't that Light's psychological quality wasn't good enough, nor was his power too weak.
Quite the opposite.
Precisely because Light's spiritual power was strong, at this moment, he could feel more clearly than Rio, Miko, Yui, and others when they first entered the Otherworld that this world, exuding weird aura everywhere, contained unimaginable terror.
Just standing here, he had a feeling.
His Emperor Sutoku seemed to be urging constantly in his ear.
"Call my True Name, call my True Name..."
Soul Manifestation was the manifestation of the user's own soul and heart.
Emperor Sutoku's urging at this moment wasn't because Light stimulated the killing desire in his heart facing sinners like usual.
But because Light felt an emotion he had never had in his life.
Fear.
Light couldn't describe his feelings at this moment with words.
Genius, son of the Police Criminal Investigation Bureau Chief, handsome appearance, tall figure, ranked first in the whole school...
All these words related to Light's image in others' eyes, any of which could make people marvel and envy in the outside world, became pale and powerless in this world.
All this no longer had any meaning.
There was no order here, nor any safe hiding place.
This world was filled with only desperate oppression and terror.
Toot toot toot~
Just as Light was sinking deeper and deeper into such fear, his brown long hair soaked with sweat, about to call out his Emperor Sutoku uncontrollably, a very harsh Suona sound pulled him back from his thoughts forcibly.
Light turned his head mechanically and saw Yoru holding a completely black instrument, playing it very devotedly.
Toot toot toot toot~
Light froze.
No....
This thing seems to be called Suona, right?
You have this skill?
Wait, this isn't the point.
The point was, in this world that made him feel incomparably desperate and filled with weird aura everywhere, the opponent was actually in the mood to play an instrument?
Looking at this appearance, he seemed to enjoy it quite a bit?
No, bro.
You are like this, and you say I have mental illness?
This can be directly diagnosed, right!?
Wait.
Light frowned, feeling things weren't simple.
He was almost dominated by fear just now, luckily aided by this clear Suona sound.
According to the opponent's character, would he really go crazy in this world for no reason?
Such a loud Suona sound would definitely attract the attention of those things restless in the black mist.
The opponent doing this must have some reason he didn't know.
Mmhmm, must be so.
Light originally wanted to ask immediately, but seeing Yoru devoted wholeheartedly, playing to his heart's content, he hesitated and finally didn't interrupt.
You don't say.
Playing quite well.
At this time, Light suddenly discovered something.
Why does the surrounding black mist feel much lighter?
The eyeballs looming in the fog and staring covetously when he first entered here also disappeared completely at this moment.
Why is this?
Is it because of the Suona sound?
Can Suona ward off evil?
Just as Light was pondering secretly, he suddenly saw a beautiful woman wearing a white kimono with an elegant temperament walking from the distance.
His face changed instantly.
Light wasn't shocked by the opponent's appearance.
He didn't have much interest in women.
It was because Light felt a terrifying aura never experienced before from this woman in white.
As a possessor of awakened Soul Manifestation ability, Yin-Yang Eyes (Sight) were the most basic ability.
Light could see clearly.
As the woman in white walked over step by step, a winding red river seemed to extend under her feet.
That wasn't a river.
But a path exuding death aura paved by viscous blood gathered together.
Light felt every pore on his body trembling constantly in front of the aura emitted by this woman in white.
This guy...
What level of evil spirit is she?
Just as Light was preparing to call out his Emperor Sutoku, he saw the woman in white walk straight to Yoru without even looking at him, bow slightly, and say with a smile.
"Hello."
"Mmhmm, hello."
Yoru dispersed the Suona formed by evil spirit power in his hand and responded nonchalantly.
Seeing the scene before him, Light was completely shocked.
What is the situation?
Obviously, this woman in white must be an evil spirit.
And the strongest, most terrifying evil spirit Light had seen since awakening Soul Manifestation. Just standing there without any movement, the inadvertently emitted aura alone could make his hair stand on end, giving him a feeling of life hovering on the edge.
But looking at this...
In front of Itou-kun, the opponent actually had a respectful, even faintly subordinate low posture?
How can such a thing happen?
Isn't Itou-kun's strength on par with mine, neither able to hurt the other?
Could it be...
The opponent hid his strength?
Yoru didn't know Light's inner drama was so complex.
However, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
At the very beginning, Miko, who possessed Yin-Yang Eyes, couldn't even see the Pale Ghost Hand following behind Yoru.
The reason was simple.
Just like Oda Noto and Godmother, spirit mediums with some spiritual power but not much, couldn't see overly powerful evil spirits.
Miko at that time was too weak.
The power gap between the two even made Miko unqualified to observe the Pale Ghost Hand autonomously.
Light was the same.
What he felt wasn't Yoru's power.
Just a part Yoru chose to show, simply the power of one Pale Ghost Hand.
In other words.
Light's current combat power was approximately equal to one Pale Ghost Hand.
The only one... no, the only evil spirit who could truly feel a bit of Yoru's true power like looking at a leopard through a tube was the Great Yokai standing in front of him.
Tamamo-no-Mae.
"This place."
Yoru took out a map from his pocket and pointed to the area Light mentioned before.
"Does a 'Door' exist?"
Tamamo-no-Mae glanced at it, nodded slightly, and replied softly.
"Mmhmm, there is a 'Door'. It only appeared suddenly in these two days. I was planning to tell you, didn't expect you already knew."