DanMachi, My Members Are From Slice-of-Life Anime

"Rustling."

When Hitomi Mishima walked into a secluded alley, the streetlights suddenly crackled and began to flicker, with tiny arcs of electricity exploding, startling her.

She checked her phone and saw that it was exactly midnight.

The weather seemed to have changed subtly; it was a bit cool, as if it were late autumn. The roadside trees also seemed to have lost their lush green buds and turned withered and yellow.

At that moment, Hitomi Mishima heard a strange sound coming from the dark alley. It sounded a bit like a weak groan, but it was accompanied by what seemed to be chewing sounds.

"Fa, what happened?"

Exhausted, she subconsciously walked into the alley, her brain seemingly prioritizing curiosity over fear.

tick, tick...

The dripping liquid from the rusty pipes became the main theme here. Mishima Hitomi walked forward with a hunched back, her eyes half-closed and occasionally drooping due to exhaustion.

Just as she approached the depths of the alley, she stepped into a puddle of viscous liquid. When she lifted her foot again, the viscous texture of the liquid made her feel slightly uncomfortable.

She rubbed her eyes, forcing herself to stay awake, took out her phone, and turned on the flashlight.

White lights came on, beams of light shooting out like rays, illuminating the scene before us.

It was a female corpse with no visible limbs. Her eyelids were rolled back, leaving only the whites of her eyes. Her hair was disheveled, and there appeared to be teeth marks on her face. The severed limbs were covered in wounds from the monster's gnaws, and even her intestines were spilling out onto the ground.

Upon seeing the scene before him, Hitomi Mishima's pupils contracted instantly, and his five senses, which had been temporarily shut down due to fatigue, restarted under the impact of the image.

A strong, pungent smell of blood assaulted my senses and rushed straight to my brain.

Even though she had experienced the blood of many monsters in Shaga's games and shouldn't be this sensitive, this was the first time she had ever seen a human corpse.

What shocked her most was that this woman's lips seemed to be moving.

She's not dead yet?

What was she trying to say?

Hitomi Mishima stood motionless, her pupils dilating and contracting. Her drowsy brain was stimulated, forcing her to start thinking about many things.

Call the police? Call an ambulance? Or run away first? Is the assailant nearby? If so, where would he be? Is he watching me?

Also, what does she want to tell me?

The movement of the lips was:

"Quickly...? Escape?"

Just a few seconds later, Hitomi Mishima felt a drop of liquid fall on her face. The liquid trickled down her cheek and dripped onto the ground.

She instinctively wiped her hand, then looked down and was shocked to find her hand covered in bright red blood.

Hitomi Mishima froze, then slowly raised her head.

She turned the light from her phone to her head, and on the air conditioner unit on the side of the alley, a disheveled figure was chewing on a thigh.

Blood mingled with chunks of fat, splattering as the man chewed. If it were Xia Jia, he would surely criticize his unseemly eating habits and then deliver him a punch to the afterlife.

"Hehehe, another prey has arrived. You smell even better than this guy. Could it be rare blood?"

As he spoke, the man dropped the half-eaten thigh in his hand, and eight spider legs extended from his spine, crawling along the wall.

Hitomi Mishima felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at the leg of the fallen victim in front of her.

The spider monster leaped left and right on the buildings on both sides of the alley, as if toying with its prey, waiting for Mishima Hitomi to escape.

However, to his disappointment, the little girl seemed to be frozen in fear and didn't move at all.

"Tch, boring."

He smacked his lips, bent his spider legs and charged at Mishima Hitomi in the next second. He stretched out his sharp claws with razor-sharp nails and scratched at Mishima Hitomi's fair skin.

"Hehe~, obediently become my food, little devil."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mishima Hitomi suddenly lowered her body by forty centimeters, and her claws swept across the top of her head. The next second, the ghost felt something black being flung towards it by the little girl.

With a thud, his head tilted to the side, and he flew backward, crashing into the wall.

Hitomi Mishima threw away the cabbage she had smashed.

"What do we do now?"

Her brain was foggy due to lack of sleep, and she was slightly more awake after the recent stimulation, but that doesn't mean that a middle school student like her would know how to handle such a situation.

The woman behind her was still breathing. She wasn't sure if current medicine could cure her, or if Xia Jia could cure her.

But we can't just leave her alone, can we?

After thinking for a moment, she took out her phone to dial 110.

At least, in this society governed by the rule of law, this is her first reaction when faced with a murder case.

The phone went dead, but was quickly answered.

Hitomi Mishima quickly stated her location and informed her that she had encountered a murder.

Before she could explain the details, the monster she had knocked away suddenly moved. It stood up unsteadily, staring at Mishima Hitomi with a face full of resentment.

Hitomi Mishima saw that the monster's head was bent at a 160-degree angle, but it actually used its hands to forcibly twist its head back.

At that moment, she heard the policewoman's questioning voice:

"Hello? What happened on your end? Are you in any danger?"

With a slight sob in his voice, Hitomi Mishima said, "This...this doesn't seem to be something the police can handle. I'm sorry, I think I dialed the wrong number..."

"Hello?"

Doodle.

After hanging up the phone, Hitomi Mishima first shrank back, then gritted her teeth and forced herself to remain calm, saying, "You, are you a human or a ghost?!"

The monster with spider legs sneered:

"What do you think?"

"I think it's a ghost." Mishima Hitomi said this and then ran away without saying another word.

She was a steady middle school student who would help others if she could, but the monster in front of her seemed to be a problem that a high school student like her couldn't solve.

"Anyway, I've already called the police. If that young lady is lucky, she should be able to hold out until the police arrive."

At least according to the 'common sense' that Mishima Hitomi learned from Alfia, there is still a possibility of saving someone with that level of injury.

Before they had taken two steps, they heard a whooshing sound behind them.

A sticky white thread brushed past her cheek, and then a huge spider web sealed off her passage.

The demon leaped up, climbed onto the spiderweb he had woven, and stared at Mishima Hitomi with its eight pupils:

"You can't escape now, little cutie."

Hitomi Mishima stopped and slowly backed away.

There was a clang.

She accidentally kicked something on the ground. Judging from the sound, it was at least metallic.

Hitomi Mishima glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and saw that it was a broken sword, with less than 15cm of the blade remaining. If it were a normal person, it would obviously be useless.

But Mishima Hitomi slowly put her phone into her pocket, picked up the broken knife from the ground, and said in a trembling but firm voice:

"Yes, is that so? Then, Mr. Devil, have you ever considered that you are the one who can't escape?"

Chapter 371 Breath of Thunder

"Haha? Don't make me laugh with that broken sword you're holding."

The spider demon's eight eyes darted around wildly. The moment he finished speaking, countless bone spurs sprouted from his body. His eyes narrowed, and a red light appeared.

Blood Demon Art: Needle Hell.

With a whoosh, countless bone spikes rained down on Mishima Hitomi.

But she showed no sign of panic. Instead, a strange light appeared around her, and her empty, lifeless pupils slowly moved upward, staring at the spider demon.

Fear stems from the unknown, and when the Spider Demon used the Blood Demon Art, Hitomi Mishima's impression of him began to subtly change.

"Isn't this the demon's technique from the novel 'Pillar Slayer' that the boss is currently serializing? Could it be that the monster from the story has come out of the story?"

Hitomi Mishima seemed to recall what her friends in the group had said.

"This world has been acting strangely lately. Everyone knows time is starting to go haywire, right? If it weren't for this blessing, we'd probably be like everyone else, drifting through years in a daze without even realizing it."

"The technology in some places is also very strange. Someone suddenly pulls out a mobile phone and a pager, you need a passbook to go to the bank, and the police can't even do blood tests when investigating cases. It's as if the times have suddenly regressed by decades."

"Regarding this, I remember there's a person from the future in Ms. Kato's workplace, isn't there? Do you think it's possible for people from the past to suddenly appear in the present?"

'for example?'

'For example, Kongming could travel to Akihabara, work as a manager, and help an idol become a superstar...'

Wow... this is... so hilarious!

As the memories flooded back, Hitomi Mishima looked at the enemy before her.

"It's said that 'Kill the Pillar' is based on a medieval legend from Sakurajima. Could it be a true story?"