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sensed a faltering of his normally rock-solid confidence.

    Nakajima was not a magician. Had he been one, he would surely have known how important it was to iron out a purpose and duration of service when negotiating a contract with a demon.
    However, Nakajima had neglected that. When Loki turned Kondo, Takamizawa and Iida into bloody lumps of flesh, he had been deluded into believing that he had become a great ruler of some sort.
    Loki's power was tremendous. Taking the subconscious respect that the students and teachers had for Nakajima and nurturing it with his power, he made the men obey him and the women fawn over him. For a formerly powerless high school student, it was a dream come true.
    Loki demanded female sacrifices. Those offered to him would groan, contort, and eventually reach orgasm. Perhaps deep in his subconscious, Nakajima took a sadistic glee in violating women. But he had always thought that what went on was not for real, as it only took place in a virtual world.
    Loki could not escape from the computer. Unless one used the world's most powerful computer, the immense amount of data that would be needed to give him form would be far too much to process. He could only act within the confines of the software that Nakajima had written. So what was that blue haze that had shroudded Ohara....?
    "Nakajima, you're afraid of something, aren't you?" A woman's voice sounded.
    Nakajima remembered that he had been talking to Yumiko about what he was doing.
    What was I thinking? I shouldn't have told her all of all that. Affixing his gaze on Yumiko, Nakajima looked straight forward. For an instant, it looked like Yumiko's eyes glowed scarlet, and Nakajima was engulfed in darkness. An unfamiliar, illusory world opened up before him.

    Several reddish-brown rocky mountains towered above toward the heavens, not even a blade of grass sprouting from them. As if threaded between the treacherous mountains, a small pathway wriggled forward as far as one could see. A youth ran down the path desperately, clenching his teeth and exhaling breaths that felt like fire. He was dressed in a sleeveless flaxen robe, his long, chest-length hair tied in a ponytail behind him, and as his feet struck the dusty ground, the string of curved jewels around his neck shook. He was dressed as one might have in very ancient times.
    However, the youth's face was definitely that of Nakajima Akemi. Beads of sweat ran down his cheek, wiping off the dust on it.
    "My husband, why do you abandon me? Izanagi, why..." A sad voice full of misery reached the youth's ears. Reflexively, he slowed down. It seemed as if his head was trying to turn around on its own. But the youth bit down strongly on his lips, glade at the path ahead, and started running ahead. The woman behind him chased him as if dragging her feet, covered in blood from injuries sustained from the rough stone ground. Her long, graceful white arms extended forward as if futilely trying to gain ground on the youth. Her long black hair and desperate voice were both blown backward by the wind.
    However, the face beneath that hair was rotted and melting, and her eye sockets were completely exposed. Maggots writhed in the space between flesh and bone, and when she gasped for breath, vile fleshy juices fell from her cheeks like tears. Her lips had rotted and fallen off, and as her exposed white teetch clenched together in frustration, she let out a shrill cry.
    With the woman's cry, a bolt of purple lightning shot through the gloomy clouds in the sky, before coming down to strike at a nearby rocky mountain. A ghastly creature appeared from where the bolt struck. It was a huge woman that looked large enough to reach the clouds, with a slimy green hide and an appearance something like a frog. The woman stood in front of the path of the youth, extending both arms out as if to stop him.
    "Yomotsu-Shikome, out of my way!" As the youth called out, the woman's squat neck jiggled like a blob of jelly, and she