Marvel: Why should I save you? We are close friends.

"Ah, this world seems to be very different from the chaotic and noisy Hell's Kitchen in my memory. There is a strange smell in the air that makes people can't help but have the urge to destroy it." Bailan Jesso murmured softly with a playful smile on his lips. He was sitting in an elegantly decorated dessert shop in Hell's Kitchen. Everything around him was in sharp contrast to his past experiences.

His slender jade-like fingers gently pinched the silver spoon, and just as he was about to put it into his mouth, he suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if being pulled by some invisible force.

The Strawberry Buffet in the glass was rippled with delicate circles due to the sudden pause, and the neon light reflected on his lenses was strangely twisted into indigo flames, flashing ominous light.

Bai Lan narrowed her eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, and looked around with a hint of frivolity and amusement in her eyes.

"What an interesting change. What kind of secrets does this world hide?" He whispered to himself. Although his voice was light, it carried an imposing aura that could not be ignored.

Why is this Hell's Kitchen different from other Hell's Kitchens? It can actually isolate them and even deceive the main god space.

At the same time, six companions with their own characteristics arrived in Hell's Kitchen together with the reincarnation Bai Lan.

They were dressed in strange costumes, each exuding a unique temperament, as if they were messengers from another world.

"Oh my, why did the others suddenly disappear? Are they playing a childish game like hide-and-seek with us?" Miss Lily of the Valley, who was wearing a long Lolita dress and had long blue hair, asked in her sweet and slightly playful voice. Her smile was like the warmest sunshine in spring, but it hid the depth of the power of rain.

The other people she mentioned were other reincarnations brought to the dimensional space by Chen Ye.

"I guess they fell into a trap set by the people here." As the captain of the Six Hanging Flowers, Kikyo was more cautious. Even though there were ordinary people around him, he still stood behind Bai Lan to protect him.

“Poor reincarnations, your fate has already been determined.” A deep and powerful voice sounded. It was from a sturdy man wearing a Tengu mask and a black robe - Langdu. His voice revealed the mystery and depth unique to the fog attribute, as if he could see into the deepest fear in people's hearts.

Daisy with green hair looked lifeless, with layers of bandages wrapped around his hands, as if every inch of his skin told of past pains: "I wonder if the Vongola family can give me relief and free me from this curse of immortality." His words revealed a desire for death, but also concealed his control over the power of the Qing attribute.

"Idiot, if you really die, then everything will be gone!" The red-haired Pomegranate, the Guardian of Mist, spoke with unquestionable severity, his eyes flashing with concern and responsibility for his companions.

What he meant was to die again, but there was no main god space to resurrect them.

"The Vongola in this world seems to be different from what I imagined. Interesting," Bai Lan squinted his eyes, looking a little excited. He felt that the atmosphere of the Vongola here was different from the previous ones.

It's perfect for him who likes playing games.

They are the members of the Milufiore family from the world of tutors.

After the tutor Mirai lost to the tenth generation of Vongola, Tsuna, and members of the Vongola family, he was taken to the reincarnation space by the Lord God.

However, rather than being brought here, Bai Lan consciously joined the main god space.

In his opinion, the main god space is just another game.

The remaining members of the Six Hanging Flowers were naturally willing to follow their leader and come to the main god space.

"So, does our game begin now?" Kikyo stood respectfully behind Bai Lan with a nearly perfect butler's posture, bent down and asked with his unique gentlemanly manner, with a hint of expectation and awe in his tone.

Bai Lan smiled gently, and that smile showed both his love for the game and his desire for unknown challenges. He slowly put the silver spoon back on the table, and the crisp sound was particularly loud in the quiet atmosphere, as if it was playing a prelude to the adventure that was about to begin.

"A game must have its rules and opponents worthy of fighting, so that it can be called interesting. Since the Hell's Kitchen in this world is different from what I know, let us unveil it ourselves and see if the Vongola family here is really the bloodline left by the first Vongola that I have been dreaming about and longing to conquer, and whether it is worth my utmost to 'destroy'. At the same time, I also want to find out why the Hell's Kitchen in this universe is so different."

When mentioning Vongola I, a cold light flashed in Byakuran's eyes. That was the memory of his only failure, and it was also the motivation that inspired him to keep moving forward.

Although the murderous intent was cleverly hidden under the excitement, it still made people shudder.

He stood up slowly, his tall figure elongated under the illumination of the neon lights, interweaving with the flickering lights around him to form a bizarre picture.

There was a mixture of excitement and cruelty in Bai Lan's eyes, as if she was about to embark on an unprecedented grand adventure, a contest of power, wisdom and survival.

"Of course, as a messenger of justice, I firmly believe that as long as we make the slightest move, the real Vongola family members will show up. However," Byakuran changed the subject and turned his gaze to the taciturn Daisy, "Before that, you can just enjoy the fun of this exploration. By the way, let the entire Hell's Kitchen fall into silence within three minutes. The current hustle and bustle is really unpleasant."

Bai Lan looked through the window at the residents of Hell's Kitchen who were pointing at them.

Their bizarre costumes and the Guardian of Thunder who followed them like ghosts undoubtedly became the focus of heated discussion on the streets.

However, in Bai Lan's eyes, these were just soldiers in the game. No, these people outside were not even soldiers.

"These ants actually dared to look us in the eye. It's simply treasonous. Damn it." Shi Liu's lips curled up into a cruel smile, his eyes were full of contempt for the weak and a desire to unleash violence.

Although the others did not say anything, it was not difficult to read their disgust and disdain for these residents from their furrowed brows and restless body language.

They were looking forward to seeing these ants tremble, scream, and flee in the face of their power, just like the life forms in countless universes before them.

This game is about to begin its bloodiest and most exciting chapter.

"Then let the game begin, everyone."

As soon as Bai Lan finished speaking, the members of Six Flowers instantly disappeared in front of him.

Bai Lan smiled gently, her deep eyes half-closed, turning to the sky outside the window that was dyed golden by the setting sun, and a playful arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.

He did not seem to be in a hurry to make the next move, but was immersed in an inexplicable expectation, as if waiting for a key character to appear and add a touch of unpredictability to this carefully arranged game.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

Just as Bai Lan's thoughts were slowly wandering with the floating clouds outside the window, a clear and pleasant bell sound suddenly rang out in the dessert shop. The sound was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, penetrating the tranquility of the room and interrupting Bai Lan's reverie.

He tilted his head slightly, and his eyes instantly became sharp and focused, as if he had foreseen what was about to happen.

As the bell rang, the door of the dessert shop was gently pushed open, and a man in a dark suit and with extraordinary temperament walked in slowly.

His hair was like a ripe wheat field in autumn, with a warm and dazzling yellow luster, and every strand seemed to tell an extraordinary story.

The suit was well-tailored, outlining his tall and straight figure perfectly. On the lapel was a delicate family badge that sparkled brightly in the sun, silently highlighting the wearer's noble status.

"You're here? Vongola I"