Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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In the mirror, he was wearing a school uniform with a stand-up collar, the gold buttons on the clothes glittering, and the wavy patterns on the haori he was wearing seemed to tremble slightly like the real sea.

He stroked his face with one hand, and the blue light in his eyes did not diminish but instead began to flicker and even spread from his eye sockets, as if a bonfire had risen in his eyes.

Thick resentment enveloped his body, spreading throughout the room in wisps like silken threads floating in the air.

The resentment seemed to extend from the haori, flowing along the fabric like waves, blurring the edges of Dou Tang's body.

The indistinctness evokes images of ghosts whose forms are difficult to discern in the darkness.

Outside the window, the sun was still shining brightly, but inside the room, it felt like entering another world, and the temperature had dropped.

Dou Tang, however, was oblivious to this, still staring blankly at himself in the mirror, trying to think of something but feeling his mind was dull and his vision was blurred.

He was trying to recreate the previous scene, releasing the shed bodies of those vengeful spirits from the Fall Guys world, using their resentment to guide this world, and recreating the effect of the ghost wall barrier.

But he also knew in his heart that this action was not a good thing. After all, generally speaking, that kind of barrier... is a power that only evil spirits can possess. It is a method used by evil spirits to confuse the living, and it is a product of resentment under hatred and chaos.

If one truly possesses that kind of power, can one still be considered oneself? Would one then be considered an evil spirit?

Since we've already become Fall Guys, there's no point in worrying about those things now.

The resentment transformed from drifting silk threads into thin silk fabric, spreading evenly and gently over the furniture in the room. It then seemed to come alive, climbing up the walls and gradually enveloping the entire room.

Dou Tang slowly reached out and touched the void. Suddenly, a smudge appeared on the wall behind him in the mirror.

It's like he can command the wind and rain and change the world at will in the Fall Guys world.

He curled his fingers into a claw and grabbed downwards.

"Pfft, hiss—"

In the mirror, four long scratch marks suddenly appeared on the wall behind him, and wall plaster fell off, landing on the bedside table and some even spilling onto the bed.

It's like an illusion created by vengeful spirits.

Dou Tang wiped his palm in front of him, and the wall behind him returned to its original state. There were no scratches or fallen plaster; it was all just an illusion.

He smiled and continued to reach out, putting on dark purple gloves, and began to knead his hands in front of his reflection in the mirror.

The reflection in the mirror slowly changed. The haori unfolded blue eyes along the wave pattern, and the buttons melted into scalding golden liquid, flowing outwards in a way that defied the laws of physics.

Hundreds of eyes, along with flowers formed from scalding gold, burned with the light of a blue demon, and his body released a chilling and terrifying dark purple aura of resentment. At this moment, Dou Tang did not resemble a righteous person walking the world exorcising spirits and demons, but rather a demon burdened with a heavy past and thus filled with resentment.

He seemed quite satisfied, even though the current illusions were just changes based on real material things, but this at least showed that... he had really gotten the hang of it.

At this moment, he was like a child intoxicated by a new toy, kneading everything in the room with abandon. The white quilt was kneaded into a pure white giant wolf, the deep red table cracked open with a gaping maw, and his own faces appeared on the curtains...

The room, which was perfectly fine and where you could clearly see the sunlight coming through the window, seemed to have turned into a hellish place teeming with evil spirits.

"hell……"

Thinking of this, Dou Tang wiped his hand in front of him again, and his pupils, hidden beneath the blue light, suddenly contracted.

He held his breath slightly, his heart racing.

In the mirror, behind him stood rows of dark figures that even sunlight could not illuminate.

The one in the lead was standing to my right; she was a... a short, petite figure.

Dou Tang seemed afraid to disturb the scene before him, and hot tears instantly flowed down his face. He slowly reached out his hand and looked at himself in the mirror.

He reached out to the shadowy figure beside him. Looking in the mirror, he saw that his hand was about to touch her face, which was dark but looked very delicate.

The eyes on the haori seemed unable to bear witnessing this scene, blinking frantically. The liquid that the golden buttons had turned into flowed all over his body, even down his cheeks, and climbed up his neck.

He extended his hand slightly.

My hand disappeared into the darkness of that delicate figure, but I didn't feel anything touching it.

He touched nothing.

Chapter 28 The Girl Summons Her Courage

His hand fell into the darkness, and he seemed a little stunned, his hand submerged in the darkness, motionless.

All of this reminded him that what he was seeing was nothing but an illusion.

"call……"

He let out a long breath, feeling as if a part of his heart was being tightly pulled and twisted until it was crushed into tiny fragments.

Perhaps Lu Zizhen is right. I really am a walking hell. I have created hell for those I care about, which is why I can become a hell for evil spirits.

I used games to numb myself and faced my feelings with coldness, and ended up in another world... Can I change anything?

Instead of being Mr. Ren, becoming Fall Guys seems... not bad at all.

Lost in his own melancholy, he didn't notice that the bathroom door behind him had been opened.

Having changed into a bathrobe, Huaiyin stepped barefoot onto the ground. Her pink feet, still fresh from the bath, made no sound as she walked slowly, weaving through the black shadows.

She wasn't afraid of those figures. In Dou Tang's dream, she had already seen an even more tragic scene and witnessed the life-and-death separations that Dou Tang had experienced. She was no longer affected by these illusions.

But looking at the person in the mirror who looked like a vengeful ghost, Huaiyin still felt heartbroken.

Dou Tang and she faced the same situation, which was actually quite similar... loneliness.

Imagine how it would feel if all the loved ones you could rely on disappeared overnight.

You wake up to find no one cooking for you.

No one will care about the water and electricity in your home, and when winter comes, no one will take out thick clothes from the closet and ask you to help tidy them up. You will even be uncertain about how you will live in the future.

You can't even make a phone call to your family like a child who has left home. Your entire life has collapsed into a shattered ruin. Standing in the ruins, you feel no different from having lost everything.

No one cares whether you are sick or not, whether your life is going well, you can no longer have a hug to lean on, and even life itself has lost its meaning. You have no tomorrow to fight for, you don't know how to go on with life, and you can't even bear to see someone at home taking care of you when you are sick, with eyes full of love for you.

Even seeing that kind of situation is a luxury.

Huaiyin had faced that situation before, so she almost obsessively wanted to treat Doutang as her family and always called him brother. This was her most genuine and desperate stubbornness.

In her eyes, Dou Tang was omnipotent, and she was her only hope. All her expectations for the future were condensed into a visible scene in him.

But now she suddenly realized that Dou Tang was just a person, someone who had experienced the same excruciating pain as her.

She moved among the shadows, even slipping into their bodies, peering through a thin black filter at the melancholy and forlorn boy.

Arriving directly behind the mirror, Huaiyin hid in the shadows, watching Doutang.

Dou Tang remained in that position, waving his hand back and forth, watching his hand touch the girl's phantom again and again, only to fall short each time.

The blue flames in his eyes had long since died out; Dou Tang's eyes were empty, and tears streamed down his face.

His shoulders trembled slightly; he hadn't experienced such intense emotions in a long time, except, of course, for the rage he felt in Fall Guys mode.

Hearing Dou Tang's disordered breathing, Huaiyin couldn't help herself and slowly walked forward.

Dou Tang raised his hand again, as if expecting some miracle, his fingers trembling as he reached out to touch that figure once more.

This time, my hand touched something soft: a tender, slightly damp face.

With tears welling in her eyes, Huaiyin emerged from the shadows.

Her hair wasn't even dry yet, and her whole body exuded a warm, moist aura. Her skin had turned pink and tender from the hot water, looking incredibly delicate.

She accepted Dou Tang's caress on her face, tilted her head slightly, and looked at him silently with tears in her eyes.

The shadowy figure began to collapse, the resentment quickly dissipated, and Dou Tang's clothes, which had crumbled and twisted like a demon, instantly returned to their original state. The eerie room regained its warmth, and the sunlight outside the window finally dared to shine through.

Dou Tang, his eyes glazed, touched Huai Yin's face, his lips trembling for a long time before he finally spoke: "...Why didn't you blow-dry your hair?"

Yes, that's exactly the kind of attitude you have. You're clearly in a lot of pain, but you pretend everything's fine and still try to care about others. It's heartbreaking.

Huaiyin said to herself in a low voice.

She leaned forward, her warm, fragrant breath filling Dou Tang's nostrils, making him clearly realize that the person in front of him was real and tangible.

This left him somewhat at a loss. He tried to pull his hand away, but Huaiyin grabbed it.

Huaiyin held his hand, continuing to feel the warmth of his palm against her cheek, looking at him with half-closed eyes, and whispered, "Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

“…No, it’s just that it’s been a long time since I’ve done this,” Dou Tang replied, taking a deep breath.

Huaiyin blushed slightly, then seemed to encourage herself, swallowed, and said, "Are you feeling better now?"

"Uh, I'm... much better now."

Seeing the bewildered look in Dou Tang's eyes at her unusual courage, Huaiyin leaned forward slightly, her loose bathrobe drooping a little.

But she seemed oblivious, her voice soft and childish, as if she were pleading, "Then, have I... have I gotten a little closer to my little sister?"

"You are my sister." Dou Tang became more resolute and immediately replied, "We are family. I promised you before."

"Uh-huh……"

Huaiyin let go of his hand, then rushed into his arms, hugged him, and gave him all her weight.

Dou Tang was initially taken aback, but quickly regained his composure. His fingers trembled as he slowly touched her fragrant, damp hair, watching the beautiful hair flow through his fingertips.

"Thank you."

He tilted his head slightly and whispered in Huaiyin's ear.

Huaiyin instantly felt a wave of heat rush into her ears. Her body, which had just been roused by courage, immediately relaxed. She buried her head in his shoulder, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't even know why she was crying.

A quiet moment fell between them as Dou Tang stroked her back, savoring the peace.

The silence lasted until Huaiyin's body trembled.

Then, she slightly opened her mouth.

"Hmph..."

She sneezed.

Dou Tang chuckled: "Silly girl... hurry up and dry your hair, or you'll catch a cold!"

Huaiyin rubbed her nose and stood up, her bathrobe hanging down. Because of the close contact just now, the belt had come undone, and the loose bathrobe opened directly from the middle.

"..." She felt the coolness in front of her and suddenly froze.

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Dou Tang first looked down, then slowly raised his hand and covered his eyes.

Chapter 29 Festival

It's getting dark.

Dou Tang looked around the room. Huai Yin was carefully putting on a kimono in front of the mirror. On the table was a candied apple that she had eaten half of, the red candy shell gleaming.

Their clothes were scattered on the bed, the news was playing on the television, and the sunset shone on half of the bed, turning it golden.

Sitting on the bed, Dou Tang put his hands in the wide sleeves of his haori and looked at the very homey room in front of him, lost in thought, with a barely perceptible look of joy on his face.

Huaiyin took a deep breath in front of the mirror, turned her head, and asked, "Brother, how is it?"

The kimono that Doutang and Huaiyin chose was yellow, which Doutang thought was like the color of rapeseed flowers, full of vitality and youthfulness.

However, there are not many places in Japan where rapeseed flowers are grown. Only in Akita is there a so-called rapeseed flower road that can be considered a scenic spot. Todoroki, who lives in Tokyo, has not seen such bright and tender yellow flowers for a long time.

Enveloped in the golden rapeseed flowers was a bright and beautiful young girl, smiling shyly as she gently lifted her hair and combed it into two loose ponytails. She raised her hands slightly to support her hair, looking at him with a hint of trepidation.

Dou Tang's eyelids twitched, seemingly a little dazed, before she said, "It looks great, even better than the one I tried on in the store the other day."

Huaiyin was delighted, spun around on the spot, and then said, "Shall we go to the festival now?"

Dou Tang stood up and said, "Anytime is fine."

Dou Tang was still wearing the same clothes as when they took the photo. The two tidied themselves up and went out.

As soon as I arrived at the lobby on the first floor, I saw several people sitting on the sofa.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed those classmates.

"Look!" Hayakawa Mizue exclaimed excitedly, hugging her younger sister Hayakawa Kanae. "I knew it! Someone like Kiryu-kun would never be able to resist Kaine-chan. He'd definitely be dragged along to the festival!"

Nagai pursed his lips, while Kume Chinatsu looked at him with delight, but she had changed her clothes and was not wearing the kimono.

Feeling much better, Dou Tang stepped forward and said with a smile, "Don't you have any other friends? Why did you have to wait for me?"

"Don't say that." Mizue shrugged. "We just want to play with Kaine-chan. As for Kiryu-kun, he's just an accessory, like Kaine-chan's keychain!"

Pendant?

Dou Tang was both amused and exasperated.

"Hey, Kiryu-kun and Huaiyin-chan's clothes are really nice. Did you know there was going to be a festival here before you came?" Nagaibuki asked, looking at the clothes on Toudou and Huaiyin.