The villainous second young lady becomes a god in a bizarre Tokyo.

Compared to him, the ordinary and mediocre Natsumi Akisuke is not worth paying attention to at all.

But that's why.

Natsumi Yosuke craved attention from the very beginning and desperately tried to develop his own power and strength.

Xia Riyuanliu also turned her gaze to him.

He also harbored ambitions and considered becoming one of the candidates for the head of the family.

He wanted to prove himself, that he was only a little younger than Xia Rixuanlong and Xia Ritaihu, and therefore had a lower level of superpower.

Apart from that, there is nothing that makes them inferior to them.

As long as they compete on the same stage, there are commendable aspects, and one can become the head of the Summer Family and make the Summer Family thrive.

Therefore, in order to become the head of the family.

In order to attract the attention of Xia Yuanliu.

He was naturally able to glimpse some of Xia Yuanliu's thoughts.

For Natsumi Yoonryu, expanding the Natsumi Zaibatsu was his lifelong goal.

Now that Natsumi Genryu and Natsumi Yasutora are dead, Natsumi Akisuke is the only male among the direct lineage and the only one capable of accomplishing this goal.

Therefore, Xia Yuanliu would never allow herself to die.

Because, once he dies.

For a period of time, the Summer Straight Pulse will be in a state of having no candidates, which will undoubtedly cause turmoil in the Summer Zaibatsu.

This is something Xia Yuanliu cannot accept.

Since it wasn't Xia Yuanliu's idea, it's quite obvious whose handiwork this is.

"Mount Xiahuo!!"

A look of resentment welled up in his pale golden eyes as he shouted venomously.

"Summer Flower Painting, you betrayed me?!"

"Did you plan this all because you knew I would come here, and now you want to use this to blackmail me into leaving the Summer Family Mansion?!"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, a look of surprise appeared in Xia Rihua's beautiful, glass-like eyes.

She pursed her lips slightly and spoke softly.

"Brother, an arm can be broken, but words cannot be spoken carelessly."

"Ambushed you?"

"You don't deserve it."

Upon hearing this, Natsumi Yosuke's light gold pupils trembled even more violently, which was undoubtedly a severe blow to his self-esteem.

The psychological trauma became more severe than the physical trauma.

But even so.

He never gave up his desire to live.

He's now absolutely certain of becoming the head of the family. He's finally about to get this position of power, how could he die here!

For the Summer Zaibatsu, the deaths of Summer Genryu and Summer Yasutora were naturally a very heavy blow.

However, for him, the advantages outweighed the disadvantages.

If those two hadn't died, how could he have gotten to this position?

Because it was almost impossible to possess, he cherished the position to an obsessive degree once he obtained it.

Therefore, he absolutely cannot die like this.

The already clear-headed mind, under this thought, undoubtedly received an even stronger boost.

His mind began to overclock.

In fact, Natsuki Akisuke had already noticed this keenly.

Logically speaking, Mikami Taku should have noticed his screams earlier and then pushed the door open to enter.

However, until now, the other party has not responded at all.

Moreover, in order to confirm this again.

He had just shouted that Xia Huoshan and Xia Rihua had plotted against him, but there was still no sound from outside the door.

Thus, what happened becomes obvious.

Summer Flower Painting uses various methods to block out sounds from the room to the outside.

Upon realizing this, Natsumi Yosuke's already pale face, due to blood loss, became even more ashen, as bloodless as a white wall.

This means that if he wants to attract the attention of Takumi Mikami and have him come to his rescue...

In terms of sound, it's completely unworkable now.

I need to find a way to get out of there.

Or simply destroy the wooden door to make Mikami Taku realize the abnormality here.

However, both of these methods are extremely difficult.

Although Natsumi Yosuke was unaware of the level of power Natsumi Hanae had reached.

However, he didn't see it clearly at all.

His right arm was severed instantly, which suggests that the opponent's strength level was at least near the peak of B-level.

For him, who was at the critical point of C-level, this was an almost overwhelming combat power.

Undoubtedly bad news.

Of course, the good news is...

Chikuri Shin is still bound by Natsumi Yoriyu's killing intent and has not yet formed a fighting force.

With only one peak B-rank combatant, as long as Mikami Taku enters, with his current mid-B-rank combatant strength, he can briefly entangle Natsume Hanae.

And this short period of time is more than enough.

That would allow him to escape.

If the commotion gets even slightly louder, Chikuriya Tsukasa and Mizuki Morinari will immediately notice.

With one being a peak B-rank and the other an A-rank, they could easily defeat Summer Flower Painting.

The hardest part is getting the attention of people outside the door.

Now, Natsumi Yosuke is pinned under Natsumi Hanae's feet, unable to move at all; even the slightest movement is impossible.

Not to mention destroying the wooden door, or even going outside.

He needs an opportunity, he needs an external force.

However, in the room now, he is the only influencing factor, so where is the opportunity or external force?

This series of events almost became a vicious cycle.

And just then.

Summer Flower Painting nodded slightly, looking up, a strange light appearing in her beautiful red glass-like eyes, dazzling and radiant.

she said softly.

"coming."

coming?

What is coming.

Natsumi Akisuke had just had this thought when, in the next instant...

He felt his blood boiling slightly, and although he couldn't see, he felt it all.

In this vast ancestral home.

An aura with a unique flow converged into the room.

The next moment, this otherwise quiet and somewhat cold house was filled with a strange sense of restlessness and dynamism.

A sense of majesty and grandeur immediately permeated the space.

However, Natsumi Yosuke felt no discomfort at all from this imposing aura.

He said in a daze.

"What...what kind of aura is this?"

Upon hearing this, Natsumi Hanae nodded slightly, glanced down at Natsumi Yosuke, and a hint of pity appeared in her eyes.

"It seems Xia Yuanliu didn't tell you anything."

"Even if he becomes the head of the family, he will probably just be a sacrifice in the future."

She looked up again.