Ultimate Life Begins with Injustice

"Tsk, the GTR's understeer is still too obvious. It's far inferior to the AE86 on mountain roads."

Suren rested his chin on his hand, driving the car he had stolen from the lucky citizen with one hand.

The sunlight outside the window was perfect, and the roar of the engine sounded exceptionally clear in the mountains.

This seems like a good time for an autumn outing, if it weren't for the half-corpse of the Zen master Naokijin who lost his arm.

And there's Zenin Maki in the passenger seat next to her, looking rather sour.

We're almost there.

Although reluctant, Suren had indeed helped him before and would continue to help him in the future.

As the gates of the Zen-in residence drew ever closer, Zen-in Maki felt a strange sense of sadness.

She vividly remembered the scene when she said goodbye to this old man, left the Zen temple to enter the college, and vowed to become the head of the family.

But now, she is covered in incurable burn scars, and the old patriarch behind her has lost an arm and his fate is unknown.

"That's really impressive."

Suren looked up at the wooden gate and the two guardian spirits standing dumbfounded on either side.

boom!boom!

Without hesitation, Suren unleashed two powerful punches imbued with magical energy.

Although he was the Heavenly Tyrant and wouldn't be noticed by these cursed spirits, he still smashed the two guarding cursed spirits to pieces, letting them warn the guards inside.

"Are you crazy?"

Having grown up in the Zenin family since childhood, Maki is acutely aware of just how terrifying the Zenin family's armed forces are.

Most of the sorcerers in the Zen monastery are equipped with spell tools of varying levels, and even without spell tools, they are still formidable fighters.

There are several first-level mages below the special level. Although they are not as good as the head of the family, Naohito, they are all experts.

"It's just knocking on the door, why are you making such a fuss?"

Although Suren was able to sneak into the Zen temple without anyone noticing, his purpose was not just the magical implements.

So it's better to make a bigger fuss.

Zenji Maki, carrying Naoki on her back, followed Suren with some trepidation.

They remained in the Zen temple, training day after day, and were considered a force to be reckoned with in the world of sorcery.

But they couldn't even get Suren to slow down.

"While we were perhaps a little slow in welcoming our distinguished guests, isn't it rather impolite of us to just barge in like this?"

The first person to block Su Lun's way was a tall, muscular man with an "X" scar on his forehead.

"Just you?"

Suren clearly didn't pay much attention to what this person said, but instead glanced around before throwing out this remark.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a blond-haired man and a figure wielding a samurai sword emerged from the shadows.

"Is everyone here? Shall we listen to the will of the Zen master Jikiji?"

Suren gave a very wicked smile.

Saying that all of these people from the Zen temple deserve to die might be an exaggeration, but killing every other one would leave too many fish that slip through the net.

"Heaven and a tyrant?"

Shen Yi's face looked very bad.

Back then, Zen-in-san, or rather, Fu-he-san, caused a great disturbance at the Zen-in-san's house and, almost empty-handed, swept away the Zen-in-san's storehouse of magical implements.

In other words, the Zen temple family's collection of magical artifacts is vast enough, and top-tier sorcerers can receive substantial rewards.

This restored the spellware storehouse to its state before it was destroyed.

Now another tyrant has arrived, followed by Maki and Naobi, both severely burned.

Judging from the power of the mantra, it is true that the life of the Zen monk Jivi was like a candle flickering in the wind, about to be extinguished at any moment.

But he hasn't completely died yet, and he is still the head of the Zen-in family.

"Do I even need to listen? You don't even need to think to know it's me, after all, the others are useless and ugly."

"I'm not being polite," said the blond-haired Zenji Naoya.

He seemed completely unconcerned about his biological father's impending death, and instead responded to Suren's words with a smile.

Zenin Sen remained silent, staring intently at Maki behind Suren.

The hatred and disgust in his voice seemed to overflow.

He truly hated this daughter. He knew when he gave birth to these twins that he was completely destined to be estranged from the position of head of the family.

"Alright, call them over."

After a moment's consideration, Shen Yi ordered the remaining members of the squad to retreat and to summon the "agent".

He had no idea what the tyrant in front of him was planning.

However, given that the other party has only knocked down enemies without killing them, cooperation rather than provoking them is the best option.

Although the head of the household could still be considered alive, judging from his breath, the mere fact that he was still breathing was enough to be considered a final burst of energy before death.

If even with Iori Shoko at the front lines, he can only maintain this state.

The most that Zenji family could do was allow his relatives to say their final goodbyes.

The huge courtyard, which had been packed with people just moments before, was soon left with only a few figures.

"Zenin Naoya has been designated as the 26th head of the family, but the high-level treasure he inherits and the forbidden treasury of the Zenin family require the consent of Zenin Sen or Zenin Jinichi before they can be used."

Upon hearing the words of the short old man, Naoya's lips curled up slightly.

Although it wasn't a complete inheritance, it didn't make much difference.

"But if Gojo Satoru dies or loses consciousness for some reason, then Fushiguro Megumi will be brought back as the head of the Zen family and inherit all the property."

"Hmph, just as I thought?"

Suren couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Even if Gojo Satoru is not sealed, Fushiguro Megumi will still be his student and half-adopted son. Moreover, Gojo Satoru is the undisputed strongest.

Then we can only endure it for the time being and feign compliance with the Gojo family.

If Gojo Satoru is sealed away or dies, Fushiguro Megumi can become the head of the Zenin family and then sound the horn of counterattack.

This old man who loves to drink is also a gambling addict.

If Gojo Satoru were to die or lose consciousness, chaos would surely ensue in the world of jutsu.

He was probably hoping that Fushiguro Megumi would lead the Zenin family to rise to prominence.

"I've made a deal with Fushiguro Megumi, and you can confirm it however you like."

After saying this, Suren nimbly moved his body to dodge the straight thrust from Zenji Naoya beside him.

It seemed that the three of them had already made up their minds as soon as the will was read.

Zen-in-no-Kenji, who had just received a 30-second trial card for the family head, was the most direct, and a dagger appeared in his hand.

At this moment, he thrust straight at Suren once again.

Although he had witnessed the magnificence of the Heavenly Tyrant, he did not believe that this guy who returned with the good-for-nothing Maki could compare to Fushiguro Jinji.

But the next second, he felt his feet sink into the ground.

He was somewhat incredulous. This was a Zen temple where he had grown up, and it was flat ground. How could he have fallen into the air?

Zenin Naokijin and Zenin Naoya's projection spells can pre-program twenty-four actions for the next second.

As long as no mistakes are made, it will grant the sorcerer extraordinary speed and freeze an enemy that they can touch for one second.

However, if you fail to complete the required action, you will be frozen for one second.

Before Naoya, who had become a flat surface, could figure out what had happened, Suren's fist shattered the "flat surface," followed by a powerful kick.

Even with the physical abilities and magical protection of a level one mage, he was still struck so hard that he coughed up blood and fainted.

Zenji Shinichi's face was extremely pale.

The person in front of me not only possesses the curse-free physique of the Heavenly Tyrant, but also the ten shadow magic techniques passed down from the Zen family.

Just now, Naoya stepped into the "shadow," which is why he failed to complete his planned action and was backfired by the curse.

"Take me to the ghetto, thank you."

Suren maintained her smile, but to Zenji Shenyi, that smile was utterly terrifying.