Global Disaster: I Will Slay Gods In This Second Chance!-Chapter 90: Ghost Masks End

Walking straight ahead to the exit, Shinigami and Yurei soon disappeared from Koizume’s view.

Although she was spared, she felt no relief.

Two of her teammates had died, and they had failed to protect Otsuma-Shiyezo-Io, essentially causing the mission to proceed to Plan B immediately. Back when they prepared for this mission, they shaped up two plans.

The first plan was Plan A: the ideal scenario. They would stop all the Ghost Masks themselves and successfully protect Otsuma-Shiyezo-Io. Some might escape, but Arima’s squad would deal with them.

The second plan was the backup, in case something went wrong during the mission. That was Plan B: if the opposing side overpowered them and forced them to retreat, they would redirect all the enemies toward Arima, who was waiting at the exit.

’Arima...’

Koizume’s hands quivered. She took out the transceiver from her pocket, barely able to pull it out.

Schk!

Each movement caused her wounds to tighten. Pain coursed inside her.

Tap.

But still, she managed to press the transceiver, transmitting a message to everyone alive.

"Koizume Kishou, 3rd Demon Hunter Squad, reporting..."

Koizume’s lips shook soundlessly, forcing herself to report as tears slid down her cheeks.

"... Ghost Masks have secured Otsuma-Shiyezo-Io and are escaping through the exit. No other awakener groups have been spotted. The 3rd Demon Hunter Squad is too incapacitated to continue. The mission will proceed to Plan B."

After she finished speaking, she vomited up a large amount of blood. Her eyes turned blurry, a feeling of despair and helplessness rising in her.

It wasn’t because the mission had failed.

That thought never once crossed her mind when she knew Arima was cooperating in the mission.

Instead, she despaired over her own weakness, unable to help Arima... and unable to save her teammates who died to Yurei.

’It’s not just me who failed... Huh?’

But before Koizume’s consciousness slipped away, she suddenly saw something strange.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, but her consciousness slipped, the words on her throat forcing themselves back inside.

"You..."

"Hm?"

Standing in front of the broken glass case, Namita glanced at Koizume. He thought he heard something, but perhaps it was just his imagination. He shook his head before turning straight ahead.

’Will that Arima guy be okay?’

Namita thought and quickly decided. He followed where Shinigami and Yurei left, disappearing into the exit.

Museum, Exit.

In the Museum’s hallway towards the exit, Shinigami and Yurei suddenly stopped, feeling the air go cold.

They looked ahead of them, seeing a tall, curly, white-haired man stand quietly. He had a pair of white eyes, glowing quietly. He looked at the two of them through his thin rectangular glasses, his eyes showing boredom.

Arima looked at them indifferently, recognizing their appearances.

"Koizume failed, huh?"

He spoke with no surprise in his tone, pushing up the bridge of his glasses.

Standing from the opposite side, Shinigami and Yurei hearts palpitated for some reason. It was strange. Clearly, they were Limit Individuals, and the man was so far from them, but when Arima’s gaze swept over them...

They felt unbearably small under his presence.

Instinctively, even if they didn’t know his name, the two of them realized that the white-haired man was their final hurdle for this operation’s success. They took a deep breath, stabilizing their hearts.

At that moment, Koizume’s voice came from the transceiver on Arima’s chest pocket.

"... 3rd Demon Hunter Squad reporting..."

"... Ghost Masks secured... exit... reinforcement..."

Arima pressed it, silencing the transceiver.

"It’s a pity that it’s just you two..."

He lamented.

Shinigami and Yurei were startled, staring at Arima with confusion. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to attack, if anything, it was as if the man was reluctant to even take action against the two of them, treating him like ants he could easily crush.

Feeling anger rise in them, Shinigami and Yurei exchanged glances, immediately coming to a decision.

’If he isn’t going to attack...’

Woosh!

At that moment, Yurei vanished. She immediately appeared in front of Arima.

Arima didn’t seem to have noticed her, his gaze looking straight ahead.

Yurei smirked as she raised her hand.

’Die!’

Six spider legs sprouted from her back, pointing towards Arima.

But at that moment, time seemed to have stopped.

Arima raised his head, looking at her indifferently. His lips moved soundlessly, but Yurei recognized what he said.

"Boring."

It was only for an instant, and if one had blinked during that moment, they would only see that Yurei had vanished...

Wooosh!

Yurei felt all six of her spider legs torn apart from her back. Her eyes exploded, and her body was already on the ground. A hole opened up on her stomach, releasing a copious amount of blood. Her eyes were lifeless.

Arima held a silver-white spear, then stared down at Yurei.

"Hm, acting dead?"

Yurei’s heart skipped a beat, her expression turning into horror.

But contrary to her thoughts, Arima didn’t kill her. He raised his head and looked at the most powerful member of the Ghost Masks.

",,,!"

Shinigami sucked in a cold breath, his body retreating subconsciously.

It was only for a split second, but he saw.

Arima moved efficiently, and in one swift motion, he tore apart Yurei’s spider legs, blinded her eyes, and left a hole in her stomach. In truth, he could’ve even killed her directly, but as if considering something else, he stopped.

Shinigami’s heart raced.

His precise control, ability, and strength...

This was the first time he had seen a man wield death as if it were something he could decide on a whim!

At that moment, Arima suddenly spoke.

"To be honest, when Chairman Nagito called me to help in this mission, I didn’t want to come. After all, what’s so interesting about killing humans?"

He shook his head.

"Originally, I was supposed to take the throne of Nihono’s strongest... but Chairman Nagito chose Master Kimoto instead when I rejected the offer."

"A man that I already defeated, calling himself the strongest of the nation. However, he was indeed the closest to harming me."

"In a sense, he’s really the strongest, that is, if I didn’t exist."

Arima spoke quietly, as if he was telling a trivia. But Yurei and Shinigami’s minds exploded after hearing his words.

Arima already defeated Master Kimoto?!

Shinigami instinctively took a step back, his heart beating incredibly fast.

Who was Master Kimoto?!

He was the undeniable legend of Nihono, a living fossil whose strength singlehandedly silenced everyone in the underworld.

When the SSS-class syndicate, Black Tree, caused chaos in the city, Master Kimoto killed all of them by himself.

Yet...

"Alright, enough. I’ve already been waiting for too long."

Arima suddenly spoke, looking at Shinigami. He shook his head in disappointment, lamenting.

"... I thought they were going to appear, but it seems they held back even here. What a waste of time."

’They?’

Shinigami narrowed his eyes.

But he didn’t think too much about it anymore.

He quickly held Otsuma-Shiyezo-Io, pointing it towards Arima.

"I have Otsuma-Shiyezo-Io..."

But before he could finish speaking, Arima threw his spear at him.

Woosh!

Shinigami widened his eyes. He wanted to use Otsuma-Shiyezo-Io, but at that moment, the katana disappeared from his hand!

Arima arrived beside his spear while it flew through the air, grabbing its handle as he masterfully redirected it towards Shinigami.

Unable to sense where Otsuma-Shiyezo-Io had gone, Shinigami was momentarily distracted. But when his senses flared, he quickly used his ability and barely managed to dodge, the spear punching a hole in the wall.

Boom!

Shinigami quickly turned around, seeing Arima appear in front of him.

Knowing that he no longer had any retreat, he swiped with his right claw. His talent was called Absolute Strike, allowing his attacks to hit his enemy no matter what. Arima furrowed his brows slightly, feeling a sharp wound suddenly erupt on his forearm.

Woosh!

But he ignored it.

He caught Shinigami’s arm and twisted it.

Crack!

Shinigami let out a growl, but instead of following through with the attack, Arima walked past him.

Step.. step...

Arima grabbed his spear casually, letting his back be open in front of Shinigami.

Shinigami didn’t waste this opportunity, immediately striking.

He used Absolute Strike again!

But then, something strange happened.

Shinigami’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Arima’s spear quietly arrived at his face, ready to kill him.

"You haven’t entered an expression path, have you?"

"...!"

Shinigami stumbled backwards, his back pressing against the wall. For the first time, he felt death approach him. He looked at Arima with fear.

But instead of killing him outright, Arima retracted his spear.

He looked at Shinigami, speaking slowly.

"Do you know how many times I could’ve killed you in this fight?"

"1,678 times."

Shinigami’s heart shook. But no matter how unbelievable it seemed, something about Arima’s calmness made him certain that the man was speaking truthfully... but that scared him even more.

Unaware of his thoughts, Arima continued indifferently.

"There’s no harm in telling you. To a Martial Artist, someone who hasn’t entered an Expression Path is like a child playing around. That’s what you look like to me. I suppose your talent allows you to land every attack, right?"

"In theory, it should be strong. But you’re too weak and imprecise. All your attacks are painfully predictable. I guess you can’t control where your attacks land—only that they will hit someone with absolute certainty. If you became a Martial Artist, your talent might be something I’d have to watch out for."

"But even then, you’d probably still lose. Becoming a Martial Artist can’t compensate for a lack of combat experience. Your defenses are full of holes right in front of my eyes."

"But that alone isn’t enough to kill you 1,678 times."

Arima paused, then lamented.

"My talent allows me to see the death thread of every enemy. Following that thread, I can kill anyone in my way."

His eyes seemed distant, giving Shinigami the feeling that Arima was looking at him, but unable to truly see him.

"To my eyes, most people have at least a thousand threads extending from them... each one I could easily pluck. Their appearances are buried beneath the death threads coming from their bodies, making it impossible for me to see their faces clearly. To this day, there have only been two people I could see clearly."

Arima sighed, shaking his head.

"You’re not one of them, Shinigami."

Woosh!

At that moment, Shinigami’s eyes widened in disbelief. He lowered his gaze, seeing a silver spear piercing through his chest.

His gaze widened in disbelief.

"H... how..."

"S-rank talents are indeed strong, but they’re not without drawbacks."

Arima stared down at Shinigami, shaking his head.

He glanced at the corner of the hallway, seeing Namita walk out.

Namita was holding Otsuma-Shiyezo-Io. Clearly, he had stolen it from Shinigami during the fight earlier. Arima was curious about how he had done it, but he pressed his transceiver first to report his success.

Namita glanced at him, then squinted his eyes, looking behind him.

Suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Unaware of this, Arima spoke to the transceiver.

"Arima Kyousei, Captain of 1st Demon Hunter Squad, reporting."

"Shinigami and Yurei of Ghost Masks are dead. Please send someone to retrieve their corpses. I’ll be waiting."

He looked at Shinigami’s corpse, then saw Namita’s disbelieving gaze.

Arima curiously turned around.

But then, his eyes also widened slightly.

Yurei’s body was gone, and in its place, a crow’s feather could be seen.

Arima put down the transceiver silently.

"... Karasu."