"The park master... actually has a Rank B."
Kamiyagawa looked up, his gaze settling on the giant humanoid entity beside the Ferris wheel.
This enormous evil spirit, standing at least ten meters tall, must be Ryozo Itakura.
Dressed in a tailcoat, wearing a monocle, and sporting a small mustache, he was dressed exactly like an old-era capitalist.
He stood with one hand resting on the top of the towering Ferris wheel and the other clutching a giant Civilization Stick Cane.
From this vantage point, he overlooked all the bizarre tales on the ground below, as well as Kamiyagawa.
His gaze was like that of someone viewing a swarm of ants, whose lives and deaths he controlled.
And when Kamiyagawa found himself under the scrutiny of Ryozo Itakura, his body instinctively began to tremble with fear.
"Facing something like this is really not good."
Kamiyagawa quickly tried to adjust his status in his mind, softly whispering the name 'Hannya'.
