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Baba handles Tsukuyomi’s advisor and translator roles, but her role as an engineer is also large. In fact, it was Baba who developed the PSI drive in the first place.
Recently, she has also been experimenting with incorporating technology from the other world into Earth technology, and it seems she is tinkering every day in Haoran’s garage to install the PSI Drive into a motorcycle.
This time, through Baba, I issued a summons to Tai-yi and Haoran. There are currently three psychics in Qitaohe City. All of them have recently become more active, and whether they become enemies or allies, they cannot remain unrelated forever.

Tai-yi is fully intent on taking control of the cat world of Qitaohe City in order to fight World Darkness, and Haoran is showing a stance of cooperating with her.
And Huang-hu does not look kindly upon the pampered house-cat Tai-yi, who has grown up comfortably under humans, throwing her weight around.
Roughly putting it in human terms, it feels like a rich young lady is raising a banner of great cause, forming an army with her entourage all hyped up and fired up, and it draws the irk of the local, self-made, battle-hardened yakuza
A clash is inevitable.

I coordinated with Baba and designated a park on the outskirts of Qitaohe City as the meeting place for everyone. At midnight in a park with no people, a bunch of cats, a loli granny from another world, a shady old man, and a high-school boy gather—when the old man is suddenly swallowed by the power of darkness and goes berserk. To protect the cats, to protect the town, or perhaps to protect themselves, they cooperate and repel the old man. That kind of scenario.

By the way, the current me is just your typical homeless old man possessed by the dark powers, with no relation whatsoever to Sago Katsumitsu or Yaku Yoruhisa, so I have, of course, no acquaintance with the Baba. I would like them to feel free to beat me up.
I am the sandbag type who survives completely unscathed even if someone attacks with the intention of stopping my breath and leaving not even dust behind. No deaths will occur from overkilling me, so that’s a relief!

While I was riding the spinning jungle gym with Huang-hu and spinning around in a people-less park at midnight, Tai-yi walked out of the darkness without a sound of footsteps.
And then she cried out once, “Mrrew,” and a voice came from somewhere.

At the first cry, crows descended onto the blinking streetlight.
The crows perched in rows on the branches of the street trees shifted as if undulating.
From the alley connected to the park, from the shadows of the shrubbery, from under the kei-truck parked on the street with a violation sticker stuck on it, collared cats appeared with their eyes shining brightly.
Last came Haoran-kun, who had gathered behind Tai-yi and was nervously trying not to step on the tails of the cats. Now all the actors were assembled.

In contrast to the house-cat faction that mobilized a large group to intimidate us, the stray-cat faction had only me and Huang-hu.
And one of us had spun on the spinning jungle gym too much, wrecked his semicircular canals, and his complexion looked obviously bad.

“Mew (Are you okay)?”
“I’m… I’m fine. I’m just dizzy.”

I’m gonna puke…!
Telekinesis cannot cover the weakness of the semicircular canals. I felt nostalgic seeing a playground toy that had been removed in my hometown, and when I returned to my childhood for the first time in a while, this was the result. Huang-hu, worried, licked my cheek as I crouched on all fours next to the playground toy and held down the nausea.

That’s weird. According to the plan, I was supposed to welcome the house-cat faction standing eerily with my tattered coat fluttering in a mysterious wind and my hunting cap pulled low over my eyes to hide my face.
The hunting cap had been shredded by Huang-hu, who liked it so much he kept biting it, so it was unusable, and the mysterious wind had a faint smell of stomach acid.

Ah.
The world never goes my way.

I am always like this.
This farce is my life itself. I always fail at everything.
I start many things, but I cannot accomplish a single one.
No one loves me.

This bottomless sorrow summons the darkness and causes me to be swallowed by the blackness…

“I… I’m fine. Really. Go. Go talk about what you need to with that one. With that female cat.”
“Mrrow… (Are you really…)?”

Suppressing what was rising to my throat, I patted Huang-hu’s backside to urge him on, and he walked toward Tai-yi, looking back at me anxiously over and over.

What do I do? I had originally prepared for a fallen-to-darkness look with black makeup under my eyes and evil patterns drawn on my arms with a permanent marker, but due to motion sickness, the intensity had increased unintentionally. Should I just continue like this?

Tai-yi’s translation ability through the translation serum has a range of only three meters, so I cannot hear what the two cats meowing back and forth in the sandbox a little away are saying.
But I could tell somehow that their mood was sour. Their cries had thorns, and Haoran-kun, glaring beside Tai-yi, also looked troubled.

Huang-hu gave a particularly loud cry, and in response, Tai-yi raised her tail straight up and made a backward jump. The moment the animals in the park heightened their fighting spirit, I screamed in Chinese I had studied hard so that even Haoran would easily understand the situation.

“U… uwaaaaaaah! The darkness inside me… I can’t hold it back!”
“Meow!?”

Startled by the sudden anguished scream, Huang-hu jumped. As if the precarious Tai-yi meant nothing to him, he turned his back and ran straight toward me.
Still crouched, I wrapped myself in a black, creepy, fog-like aura with telekinesis and held out a hand to stop Huang-hu.

“Don’t come close. Get away, Huang-hu. If this continues, I’ll… no… help… guh……………………… uwaaah!”

Due to the unbalanced diet and life on the streets and the motion sickness, the balance I had barely maintained collapsed, and the homeless old man swallowed by evil power finally went berserk.
I transformed into a 10-meter-tall, black, smooth humanoid monster. I was simply creating a doll with a black telekinetic membrane, slipping inside, and operating it, but if you don’t know the trick, it would look like I had been swallowed up from within by black slime and enlarged.

“AWOO.”

I howled at the moonlit night, raised my giant arm, and brought it down.
The cats at the impact point scattered in a panic, and a beat later, the sandbox exploded, forming a crater.
It didn’t end there. The manifested evil monster rampaged in a manner impossible for any human.
Playground equipment that had deteriorated with age, scheduled for demolition with the dismantling-contractor bid just around the corner, was destroyed one after another as if in celebration. Metal bent like sugar craftwork, concrete pipes were pulverized, and the dirt mound became a vacant lot.

“…MRROOWWW!!!”

Huang-hu, who had been desperately meowing at the monster’s feet, made up his mind and gigantified, attempting to pin the monster down with his forelegs. His massive body was not inferior to me, turned monster.
But. The moment we grappled, I understood. Huang-hu held back and was being considerate. He clearly recognized the monster as me and was restraining his strength to avoid injuring me. Proof of that was that he did not use his deadly cat punch and was trying somehow to push me down.

Perhaps to support him, responding to Tai-yi’s cries, the flock of crows rushed to the monster’s head. Were they trying to block its field of vision and disrupt it? I was impressed that cats also have the concept of blinding. Clever. Good support.

Huang-hu’s gigantification lasts only 20 seconds. Pro-wrestling pretending to be evenly matched won’t last long, and even though it is a park at midnight with no people around, with all this booming and crashing, people would soon gather. They should quickly cooperate and beat me down.
The current me is weak to attributes like love, friendship, cooperation that transcends species and faction boundaries, and those sparkly things, so if the three join forces, I would be taken down by atmosphere alone.

Huang-hu and Tai-yi are already cooperating. The rest is to have Haoran…kun? Haoran-kun? Where’s Haoran-kun?

While sumo-wrestling Huang-hu, I zoomed out with telekinetic clairvoyance and looked down over the park. For a moment I couldn’t find him, but soon I saw him.

Haoran, face distorted with fear, legs tangled, was frantically running and escaping alone from the park.

AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
HAORAN-KUUUUUNN!!!!