The Azure Sea is not a warrior with ripped clothes.

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"...They've completely betrayed us."

To be honest, Hamaoka Azusa felt a little ashamed for those two scumbags, but it was really not surprising that the culprits were Iori and Kohei.

"I see, Iori? Hehehe! Azusa-senpai, Nanaka-nee, I have something to take care of first..."

With a sinister, cackling laugh, Miyazawa Yu, carrying the two weapons he had just acquired, vanished in a whirlwind, clearly preparing to hunt down the culprit across the land.

"...Iori, I hope you survive."

"That's right..."

The billowing smoke and dust receded unmistakably into the distance, leaving Hamaoka Azusa and Kotegawa Nanaka with wry smiles, offering only their most heartfelt prayers for the dying.

Chapter 181 Let the flames purify the scum!

"Iori, do you have any bad feelings?"

On the other side of the festival food street, Kohei Imamura was enjoying his oden when a strange chill suddenly ran through him.

Despite eating hot, delicious food on a sweltering summer day, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.

"Hmm? What's wrong with you? Nothing?"

Completely ignoring Kohei's sixth sense, Kitahara Iori casually waved his hand to brush him off, and then set his sights on the two female college students walking together.

Although her figure is not as perfect as Chisa's, the advantage is that there are no males around, so her success rate in picking up girls is not low!

"Hey~ Did you two come to the festival by yourselves? It's been really hot these past few days. I know they sell ice cream over there!"

"Oh, is that so? That means it's really unbearable to go out and play in this kind of weather."

"Covered in sweat and stuff..."

The two female college students glanced at Iori's advances, not intending to respond. After all, there were just too many lustful boys like him at school, and they would be exhausted if they responded to every single one.

However, when the gaze shifted behind the former, a blond-haired man came into view...

Smiling naturally, they walked towards the handsome man. Under Kitahara Iori's gaze, which shifted from confidence to ferocious jealousy, the two female college students unintentionally moved to Imamura Kohei's side.

"How about the shaved ice treat? It's so hot!"

"Um……"

With a pained expression, his gaze slowly shifted downwards. To be honest, it was difficult for Kohei Imamura, a man from the world of anime, to deal with a woman who was so enthusiastically approaching him from the very beginning.

But when the collar was deliberately pulled up slightly, the magnificent East African Rift Valley seemed to emerge...

"Yoshi! Ikuso!"

"That's great!"

"Thanks, blond-haired guy! What's your name? Where do you live?"

"This guy……"

With prominent canine teeth and veins bulging from his neck to around his eyes, Kitahara Iori watched Kohei, who was surrounded by women and completely disoriented, and despaired to find himself the one being ignored.

There's no way around it; after all, from a generally rational perspective, Kohei, this anime-style blond-haired guy, is indeed more handsome than him!

In addition, during last night's drinking session, this guy's last pair of zip-up swim trunks were completely destroyed by Mana. Without the anime element, all that's left of him is blond hair!

And what is this yellow-haired cow? It's perfectly normal, isn't it...?

"What the hell?!"

Picking up a large iron hammer from the strongman's stall next door, Kitahara Iori, her eyes flashing with a fierce light, appeared behind Kohei, ready to let this scumbag admire the starry sky.

In this world, it's never a case of someone being better than you; it's always the other way around!

Sinai! ! !

"Ah! There's an AV star over there!"

"Nani!?"

Soaring through the air, Iori's smile of triumph grew even more arrogant.

However, before the hammer could touch the back of Kohei's head, he heard a gasp from the crowd.

Ignoring the fact that he was a piece of trash, Kohei, he forced himself to kneel down in a superhero-like pose and immediately craned his neck to look around frantically.

Anyway, the Minotaur with blond hair is right there; he's not going to run away no matter what.

To impose sanctions whenever you want, simply knock them unconscious with a stick when they're not looking, throw them into a tin bucket, fill their entire body with cement, and finally throw them into the sea, and everything will be fine.

But A-level celebrities are different; if you miss a live performance by one of these stars, you might regret it for the rest of your life…

"Yada! Sorry, I misread it. That person over there seems to be a famous voice actor!"

"What!?"

His pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints, and without the slightest hesitation, Kohei Imamura gracefully discarded her in the eyes of the young woman, Toto.

He quickly climbed to the top and frantically turned his head left and right, trying to find even a glimpse of the voice actor's back, but unfortunately there was nothing there!

The crowded festival showed no sign of any celebrities; on the contrary, a muscular giant stood out starkly among the thin, emaciated crowd.

"Huh!!!"

"Got you!"

After tossing the lifeless Iori to the ground, Miyazawa Yu looked up at the yellow-haired bonobo on the streetlight and gave a cruel smile.

These two guys are really distinctive; they both come out on their own with just a little trickery, saving me the trouble of searching for a needle in a haystack.

and so……

"Good evening, Kohei..."

"Wait a minute! I can explain!"

"Next up is—sayonara!"

Teleporting in front of the anime-style blond guy, Miyazawa Yu chose to directly press the surrender button on his phone.

Half a second later, the former's corpse finally rolled its eyes and fell heavily to the ground helplessly under the tyranny of Yamamoto's spinal cord sword, kicking up a lot of dust.

"Uh……"

I witnessed the entire process of Huang Mao going from a minotaur to a dead man.

The two girls were frozen in shock. They didn't want to stay there, but they didn't dare to run away, fearing that they would hurt the murderer's pride and cause the two innocent bystanders to suffer at his hands!

Fortunately, Miyazawa Yu still had his senses at this moment. He carried the newly captured scumbag and Yamamoto on his shoulders and gave the frightened girl what he thought was a gentle smile.

"Don't worry! It's just a movie!"

"Yes, yes! It's just a movie! We didn't see your face!"

"Forgive us! Oh Nege!"

Instantly submitting to the tyrannical power of the muscular tyrant, the girl's tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

There was no way around it, it was just too terrifying—with his pupils inverted black and white and the veins bulging from his release, Miyazawa Yu was nothing more than a thug in their eyes!

These guys say their main profession isn't being a hidden assassin in society, and they just drink upside down!

"Hmm... I feel like the misunderstanding has deepened, but you can't call the police~"

"We know the rules! Please don't rush out of the alley when we're walking alone at night!"

"That's right! If you're short on funds for your escape, we're willing to offer a small gift!"

"..."

This behavior seemed so familiar. His brows furrowed deeply, and Miyazawa Yu's memory drifted back to when he had just been transformed into a muscle-bound monster and his bloodline had awakened. How had he solved the problem back then...?

"Yosh! I'll let you off this time! Be grateful for the rest of your lives!"

"Arigato! I will never forget your great kindness!"

"We will set up a longevity tablet and worship it day and night!"

Having received a promise to spare their lives, the two girls got up, turned around, and ran away. Their full thighs left afterimages as they swung, a speed that even their sideways movement couldn't match!

"Ah~ it's as effective as ever!"

That familiar feeling is back! The overwhelming power of that muscular physique on ordinary people.

Since joining the Pab Club, Miyazawa Yu has been facing tough scum like Iori and Yamamoto, whose resilience is stronger than a cockroach, so they naturally have no respect for muscle.

But now that the beautiful girl has been dealt with, all that's left is...

"Waaah... II Yingwu ( += Seven () Jiu Liushanbei"

Ten minutes later, the pain in the back of her head made her dizzy, but Iori, who had a very strong ability to withstand blows, was the first to slowly wake up.

At this moment, all he remembered was that he seemed to be looking for A-list celebrity before he lost consciousness, and then a gust of evil wind carrying the aura of scumbags suddenly attacked his back, and he knew nothing more after that.

"Geng, Gengping... Waaah! Why am I tied up?!"

Squinting at the side, Kitahara Iori reached out to rub the back of her aching head, but when she raised her hand, she found herself bound into a strange caterpillar shape by a tortoise shell!

Not only that, but beside him was Kohei, who was also bound by shame, rolling his eyes and unconscious.

Yamamoto, with his tongue sticking out and bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, and Nojima, a perverted man with disheveled clothes, only a few pieces of leather covering his private parts, and an expression of extreme high.

"What...what's going on!"

"Oh~ you're awake already, Iori? You're definitely more resilient!"

"Yu!"

Looking at Miyazawa Yu, who was carrying firewood and piling it up at his feet, wiping away sweat from time to time and showing the simple smile of a working person, Iori felt a cold sweat instantly soak his back!

He strained to look up and realized that he was tied to a towering, large wooden structure.

And barring any unforeseen circumstances, only one location in this makeshift festival fits the above description…

"Gurgle! Yu, let's talk this out. Even using force is acceptable!"

"Well, I don't think I'm the kind of person who would resort to violence so easily. How sad. But don't worry this time! I absolutely won't hurt a single hair on your heads!"

"Even if you say so..."

With a slight twitch at the corner of her eye, Kitahara Iori burst out with a sharp, terrified scream: "But people really do die when they're burned! Ami!"

"Shut up! People die from being beaten, but you guys still manage to survive just fine!"

With a ferocious grin, Miyazawa Yu couldn't help but itch to touch the four- or five-meter-tall wooden frame of the bonfire party in front of him.

As we all know, cockroaches are difficult to kill by simply swatting them with a slipper, but if you burn them directly, they'll be helpless as long as they're carbon-based organisms.

I believe that even scum like this, with their life force comparable to cockroaches, will contribute to building a civilized and friendly city in Japan by purifying it with flames!

Chapter 182 The Water of Life and Scum BBQ Go Hand in Hand!

"Hey! Anyone will do! Please help me!"

"Hehehe! You actually instigated that Yamamoto guy to interfere with me, good boy! Now things are just getting started, succubi love young men who are only seven-tenths cooked!"

"Bullshit! There's a difference between being mature and mature, you idiot!"

"Um……"

With a couple of trembling eyelashes, the blond-haired man, who had been rolling his eyes amidst the cacophony, finally regained his senses.

Thanks to the agony of not being able to find a voice actor, the tears that covered Kohei Imamura's face acted as lubrication for his eyes, preventing him from experiencing the intense pleasure of having his eyes assaulted before he could actually taste the roasted bird.

However, compared to the crisis that is right before our eyes, these details are not worth worrying about.

"Um... what's going on! Yu, what are you doing? Playing with fire is dangerous!"

"Ohayo, Kohei!"

With a blank look in his eyes, Miyazawa Yu turned his head and twirled the windproof lighter between his fingers twice.

As the orange-yellow flame transformed into a gliding streak of light, Kohei Imamura instantly broke out in a cold sweat. Anyone with a sound mind knows what the consequences of being set on fire are.

If Yu accidentally slips his hand, he might not even be able to play a visual novel, let alone achieve his ultimate dream of interacting closely with a voice actor!

"call--!"

With a long breath, Kitahara Iori, taking advantage of Yu's inattention, tried to blow out the lighter to temporarily relieve the immediate crisis.