Challenge: The Fool with the Surname Okayamine

Chapter 160, Beast Arc: "The Conflict Among the Children of Hurricanes"

The sunset burned like flames, dyeing the sky in northern Myanmar a vibrant orange-red, as if it were a fleeting fusion between the earth and the sky.

Beneath this magnificent sunset, a figure stands in the sky like an angel, yet this angel is quite different from the image people traditionally have of her.

He did not have the pure white wings of an angel, nor the benevolent face; instead, he was surrounded by numerous dark demon kings and inhuman golden shells.

As the sun revolved, He gradually raised His hand, and black spiritual power began to rapidly gather in His palm through the demon kings floating beside Him. At His feet, many magic circles composed of magic and mystery appeared one by one.

"The fantasy has come to an end..."

As the emotionless voice fell, a black sphere no bigger than a palm slowly descended, compressing the concepts of positive and negative poles, as well as countless other opposites, to their extreme, before finally falling silently to the ground.

'Thump~'

With a deafening roar, the mysterious black sphere finally succumbed to the immense pressure from its interior and burst open!

In an instant, an unparalleled shockwave swept out like a raging tide, utterly destroying everything in its path.

This power was so terrifying that it seemed as if the entire northern Myanmar was being swallowed up by this compressed force at this moment.

Whether it was towering mountains, dense forests, or houses of all sizes, everything vanished in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

As the force subsided, people were astonished to find that the once vast land of northern Myanmar was now reduced to a single, enormous crater.

Ming slowly descended into the ruins, muttering to himself:

"That's the 11st one..."

In His weary eyes, the first 11 places destroyed by the inscription flashed before His eyes for a moment: Israel, Los Angeles, and many other places, where millions of people died because of their own atrocities.

"Compared to me, you're more like a madman. You keep saying it's all for the plan. Aren't you just like me, choosing to persecute more innocent people for your loved ones? You and I are clearly the same kind of people."

A voice so indistinct it was impossible to tell if it was male or female came out, and at some point a blue mosaic, identical to Ming's state, appeared behind him.

Ming, who noticed the person, did not turn around. He knew better than anyone that fighting this woman would not do him any good, but the demon king surrounding him still focused all his attention on the phantom that appeared.

"Do you think my plan will affect your plan, and that's why you've chosen to get rid of me?"

"Do you think I can do that? Even the Angel of Nothingness, a creature whose fate cannot be erased, I have no intention of fighting a mad dog before you have even threatened my life."

"Mad dog, huh... Same here, you need to be crazy... Miss Takamiya Mio, you're my senior, if I could kill you, I would have done it right now, right? You're probably thinking the same thing, aren't you?"

The atmosphere grew heavy, like a bomb about to explode. If there was even the slightest imbalance between the fuse and the explosive charge, the bomb would detonate instantly.

"is it?"

"Haha, isn't that right?"

Ming laughed wildly, his laughter echoing through the ruins, sounding particularly jarring.

He then turned around and stood face to face with the phantom in front of him. Although he still wanted to get rid of the woman now, reason ultimately prevailed over his impulse.

The demon king who had been holding up the phantom was withdrawn, his smile faded, and his expression gradually became serious.

"...But you're right about one thing: we're both equally crazy, but I have more conscience than you think..." Ming said meaningfully to Mio.

"I don't think you, someone who doesn't use spacequakes but personally dies millions of people, burns down five countries, and is now called the evil of the world by humanity, have the right to say these things to me."

You'll find out.

"Really? Well, if our first meeting hadn't been because of that failed refinement, we probably would have become good confidants."

"You have no right to mention her!!!" Ming roared angrily.

But the phantom had long since vanished, yet the angry roar still echoed across the ruins.

After realizing that Mio had left, Ming didn't continue to be angry. Instead, he looked around at the transparent energy bodies that only he could see.

"Well... let me wrap this up one last time. If any of you want to hate me, then hate me. I'll take all your hatred with me."

The crimson spear shimmered in the descending night sky, and countless transparent energy bodies, like starlight, rushed towards Ming's direction, only to be absorbed in the end.

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit and deep conference room, numerous screens were neatly arranged on a round table, and standing in the center was a white-haired man with a cunning face.

"Oh no! What should we do? Eleven regions have already been destroyed by the Beast, and the Japanese prime minister has been killed. It'll be our turn soon!"

"Yes, even many powerful and famous magicians were instantly destroyed... and even nuclear weapons, which are used for military deterrence, were only used by Him to return to us. What should we do? Director Westcott, why don't you DEM share your thoughts?"

The discussions gradually grew more agitated, and the once high-ranking leaders of various countries now harbored a deep-seated, ever-growing fear.

The sounds of leaders from various countries arguing through the screen rose and fell, seemingly trying to break free from the screen's confinement.

These sounds intertwined, creating a cacophony of noise that was incredibly irritating.

However, amidst this chaos, one person stood out remarkably. The white-haired man standing in the center of the screen possessed a calmness and composure that seemed out of place with his surroundings.

He sat there quietly, watching the argument on the screen, a slight smile even playing on his lips. He listened to the desperate cries of the crowd as if they were a chorus of good news, and a sense of joy welled up within him.

It was as if the people discussing him weren't leaders, but rather a bunch of monkeys on stage trying to make him laugh.

As time passed, the white-haired man standing in the center slowly spoke:

"Everyone, don't be nervous. I have gathered you here to discuss the sudden appearance of the Flame Beast, which is like a calamity and is now the Beast that has declared its intention to destroy the world."

"Wescott, do you have any reliable intelligence? Speak quickly!" a leader asked eagerly.

Westcott's lips curled into a mysterious smile:

"It's like this, everyone. According to the utmost investigation by our DEM company, we accidentally found documents in the ruins of a magician's village destroyed by British forces. These documents record that in the very distant past, the Beast was an entity that attempted to overthrow the entire world and humanity, also known as the Evil of Humanity..."

"Stop beating around the bush! Just say what you want to say, Westcott," more senior executives urged.

"What I mean is... think about it, everyone, how exactly would he know about the ancient texts that existed in a magician village that has already been extinct?"

The moment the words were spoken, documents were transmitted electronically to the heads of various countries.

"What!?"

Everyone who saw the information was shocked and their eyes widened. Even the British high-ranking officials' hands began to tremble involuntarily.

"Yes, is it possible that this man who calls himself Beast is actually a survivor of a magician village that was wiped out by Britain? Or, according to him, the spacequake originated from the elves, so is he the ultimate culprit behind the spacequake? Or even further... Beast's true purpose is to take revenge on the humans who destroyed the magician village."

The lecture hall and meeting room were completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

...At night, in a certain sea area off the coast of Japan, on a beautiful island~

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

Night fell, and the secluded woods were utterly still. Suddenly, a piercing wail shattered the silence; it was Allen's voice.

For some reason, she fell into a trap set by someone unknown, and her body slammed heavily into a pit.

"What's going on... I'm the strongest magician..."

Allen's murmurs echoed in the night sky, carrying a hint of disbelief and resentment.

Her mind was filled with doubt. Why had she encountered such a trap here? However, as her consciousness gradually faded, she helplessly closed her eyes and fell into a coma.

On the distant sea, the dark clouds in the sky were instantly torn apart by the sword's edge, and the battle for who was the true Yamai came to an end.

Supported by Tohka, the boy pleaded with the girls, who believed they couldn't become true Yamai without killing each other:

"Yaguru! Yuzuru! Please, stop fighting!"

"What are you still saying now? This has nothing to do with you anymore."

"Yes. Please don't get in our way."

They hesitated for a moment before rejecting the boy's pleas. Then, Yagyuu and Yuzuru pointed the angels in their hands at each other, ready to decide the final eight dances.

Yet, a trace of sadness, a reluctance to part, was revealed in their eyes, and the atmosphere became heavy.

"I'm not going to relinquish my role as referee for this match, so I'll decide! Who is the true Pokémon worthy of the name 'Eight Dances'?"

"I've chosen... both of you!"

Shido shouted at the two of them with all his might and determination, causing the surrounding air currents to gather.

"What is this? Are you kidding me?!"

"Disdain. That answer is worse than what an elementary school student would give."

Kaguya seemed to be shouting angrily because she felt fooled, and Yuzuru shared the same attitude, even though they both wanted each other to live, even though they both knew it was the best solution...

Despite this situation, Shido still wants to save the two who clearly love each other, but are instead killing each other for the ridiculous name of Yamai.

"What can I do? You all have different strengths, how am I supposed to choose..."

"Yakuya, your longing for Yuzuru is stronger than Yuzuru herself! And you value Yuzuru more than Yakuya herself!"

Both of them were slightly taken aback after hearing this, but Shido persisted and continued shouting:

"Both of you have the right to choose your future path. Choose! 1. Yuzuru merges with Kaguya to become the true Yamai! 2. Kaguya merges with Yuzuru to become the true Yamai!"

"Isn't this exactly what it was originally..."

"Three! At the cost of losing our spirit powers, we'll both live on! I'm sorry, but I've always been given three choices, so I can't tolerate multiple-choice questions with only two options!"

"What is that...?"

"Suspense. This kind of thing..."

"Please, believe me... just once, give me a chance for all of you to live!"

"Stop joking. How could a mere mortal possibly do something like that..."

"Have you already forgotten who split the storm you so proudly call yourselves?! If you fail, you can kill me! So..."

The swords in Shido and Tohka's hands began to disintegrate, turning into countless particles in their hands. Before they could finish speaking, Shido's body had already begun to sway precariously.

"Shido!"

Tohka, who was standing nearby, quickly helped Shido up and looked at him with concern, but the boy had lost too much strength and had temporarily fainted.

Consciousness grew hazy. The moonlight shone on the four people in the air, a stark contrast to the fierce battle between Fraxinus and the DEM warship not far away. There was a deathly silence.

Meanwhile, deep in the woods behind them, a bespectacled, refined-looking man leaned quietly against a tree, talking to a green-haired woman leaning against the other side.

"Oh my, Mr. Hyakume, you're really enthusiastic. You came here the very first thing you learned about the plan to stop me from assassinating that boy!"

“There’s no way around it, you have to be careful. After all, Boss Elliott is very concerned about this child. If I let you kill him, Boss Elliott will be disappointed… It doesn’t matter if he’s disappointed, but if my goddess Karen is also disappointed, then I will be very troubled.”

Bai Muzhong's glasses reflected the light as he pushed them up and continued speaking helplessly:

"Although I was originally tasked with blocking all updates and releasing the signal the next day to help my friend, you are too uncontrollable."

Recalling that not long ago, Mingming had already given her a signal to stop, but she still wanted to snipe the boy on the beach and take his body to do experiments.

From multiple perspectives, she kept a close eye on Möbius to prevent her from doing anything out of line. Elliott was one of the reasons, and there was another... this hostage situation meant that Na Ming might also be in danger if something unexpected happened.

"Oh dear, I'm really sorry. This is the first time I've seen a human who can actively establish a passage with other elves. It would be a real shame not to go up and dissect it."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I'll have to keep an eye on you. I'll drag you away after I finish my job early the next morning, how about that?"

"Haha, that's really ungentlemanly, but I have no objection."

Two world-class magicians are chatting and laughing, while a poor girl named Allen is currently wailing in a hole dug by some unknown three legendary magicians. It's true that comparisons are the thief of joy.