From becoming the Lord of Yokai Chapter 482 - 482

Previously, Ren Kuroda had been granted the title "Redeer."

And now, another skill had appeared—"Godslayer."

It was almost as if fate itself had decided he was destined to oppose the gods to the very end.

Skill Na: Godslayer (Special)Skill Rank: SSSDescription:One who desecrates the divine. The bearer of this skill is innately immune to abnormal status effects originating from divine entities.Damage dealt to beings possessing divinity is doubled.All gods' initial favorability toward the bearer is reduced by 30%.

P.S.: One who defies the gods yet possesses the power to challenge them—such a being is the enemy of all deities.

Reading the description, Ren fell silent.

Ever since he had stopped the Nightblade God from tearing open the boundary between worlds, he had already placed himself in opposition to the divine.

And if the gods intended to establish a new civilization—one built under their authority—then that vision directly clashed with the world Ren sought to create: a fragile but genuine coexistence between yokai and humans.

There was no room for compromise between those two ideals.

Just the thought of the gods descending made his head ache.

Using the Nightblade God as a reference point, Ren knew one thing with painful clarity—

He was still too weak.

Yes, the system's reward, Godslayer, was a natural counter to divine beings.

But even the most overpowered ability was aningless without sufficient strength to wield it.

The Nightblade God had not even been one of the more renowned deities, yet his power had been monstrous.

So what about the truly great nas?

Amaterasu.Tsukuyomi.Susanoo.Kagutsuchi.

And beyond them—the primordial gods of this land, Izanami and Izanagi.

What level did beings like that exist on?

Ren pressed a hand to his forehead.

Just when he had thought he was nearing invincibility… just when he had begun laying the groundwork for his long-term plans…

A pantheon of gods had decided to show up.

Because of his previous corruption by the "Evil of This World," Ren had ironically benefited. He had conquered part of that darkness, and his power had grown accordingly.

But even at full strength—fully rational, no berserk state—

He could at most unleash power at the level of SSS-minus.

True, descending gods would likely be restricted by the lower world's laws.

But even so—

His current strength was insufficient.

If he wanted to grow stronger in a short ti, there was only one thod left.

Travel to another world.

For the first ti, Ren found himself impatient for the main world's cooldown tir to expire.

His enemies were too powerful. He couldn't even enjoy peaceful days with his family without a lingering sense of urgency.

He didn't know when the gods would descend.

But when they did—

The one who had thwarted their plans would undoubtedly be their primary target.

For five straight days under house confinent, Ren organized his previous gains and imrsed himself in sword ditation.

The ultimate technique he had unleashed while corrupted—Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain—the blade that had nearly cleaved the Nightblade God in two—

He had tried to reproduce it.

Again and again.

And failed.

That realization made sothing clear.

What he needed now wasn't more power.

Nor more skills.

What he lacked… was refinent of the heart.

A deeper state of mind.

And after several days of ditation—

The familiar chanical chi echoed in his consciousness once more.

The system.

It was ti to travel again.

Destination World: "Little Garden"Series Title: Problem Children Are Coming from Another World, Aren't They?

Without warning, a spatial wormhole opened beneath Ren's feet.

Gravity seized him.

He plumted.

Passing through the swirling distortion of space, Ren erged—

Ten thousand ters above the ground.

Below him stretched vast forests and lakes, miniaturized by distance into a breathtaking tapestry of green and blue.

But what truly surprised him—

He wasn't alone.

Three others were falling alongside him.

Two girls.

One boy.

The boy had dazzling golden hair and wore a black high school uniform. Around his neck hung a headset marked with fla patterns.

One of the girls had long silver-gray hair and wore an elegant crimson dress—every inch the aristocratic young lady.

The other had short chestnut hair and an energetic, athletic vibe.

Two boys. Two girls.

All of them suspended in free fall from ten thousand ters in the sky.

At that height, even if the landing point were water, the physics were rciless. The surface tension alone would turn impact into death.

For ordinary humans—

It would be certain death.

And yet—

Ren sensed no fear from the three beside him.

Curiosity.

Excitent.

Anticipation.

But no terror.

Even Ren himself, despite his half-demon constitution, would not erge unscathed without adjusting his body mid-descent.

Were they simply reckless?

Or—

Were they sothing else entirely?

The answer ca swiftly.

As they neared the ground, Ren carefully observed.

The golden-haired boy forcibly twisted his body midair, altering his trajectory toward a nearby lake. Upon entry, he minimized surface contact, feet striking first. Though he ended up drenched, he reduced the impact to its lowest possible level.

The short-haired girl—

Ren felt the air currents shift around her. She rode the wind itself, gliding gracefully before landing smoothly.

As for the red-dressed noble girl—

Ren had assud she had a counterasure.

But as the ground rushed closer—

He felt it.

A spike of panic.

Up until that mont, her emotions had been dominated by curiosity and disbelief.

Only now did she realize—

She had no way to survive this.

Ren sighed.

Adjusting his descent midair, he pulled himself toward her and caught her in his arms.

And then—

BOOM—!

The impact echoed through the forest like a teor strike.

Even after dispersing part of the force, their combined weight carved a massive crater into the earth. Dust and debris exploded outward in all directions.

The girl, who had squeezed her eyes shut, slowly opened them—

Only to find herself cradled in Ren's arms.

Her cheeks flushed instantly.

But she quickly composed herself, stepping away and offering him a refined aristocratic bow.

"Four people falling from ten thousand ters," the golden-haired boy remarked as he swam ashore, soaked but grinning. "And when you could only save one, you chose the girl. Should I call that predictable… or just your personal preference, mister?"

Ren glanced at him calmly.

"Don't misunderstand. I saved her because she required assistance. Nothing more."

Watching a young girl die in front of him was not sothing he could ignore.

And for him—

It truly had been effortless.

After a brief exchange, they introduced themselves.

The golden-haired boy grinned lazily."Sakamaki Izayoi. From modern-day Earth. Hobbies include fighting. I prefer solving problems with my fists."

The chestnut-haired girl nodded politely."Kasugabe Yō. Also from modern Earth. I like making friends with animals."

The silver-haired noble straightened elegantly."Kudō Asuka. I co from a slightly earlier era—modern, but not quite the sa as theirs."

Izayoi crossed his arms thoughtfully.

"Based on our situation, we're probably visitors from different tis and places. Let ask—before coming here, did you all receive a strange invitation letter?"

Asuka and Yō exchanged glances before nodding.

They had indeed received mysterious envelopes.

On them was a simple proposition:

Do you wish to change your fate and your stagnant life?

They had answered with a bold—

Yes.

And so, the three so-called "problem children," drawn by curiosity and the promise of sothing interesting—

Had stepped into another world without hesitation.

Now—

They stood in the heart of Little Garden.

And Ren Kuroda knew—

This world would not be peaceful.

But perhaps—

It would be exactly what he needed.