There is no system for the anime, so I have to work hard on my own.

With a sense of loss and melancholy, Ye Yusheng once again began to look for someone who met his requirements.

Although in this process, he also met many people whose souls shone brightly.

However, after witnessing the soul of Mao Lilan, which was like that of the Madonna, all-embracing, and gentle as the sun, he was completely uninterested in the souls of these people.

And for more people, their souls, in Ye Yusheng's eyes, seemed to have been soaked in a big dye vat.

Pride, jealousy, anger, greed, etc. were mixed together, colorful but losing the purest color, which made him sigh.

In his opinion, such a soul is not worth paying attention to at all.

Because they are too ordinary, as ordinary as the sand in the desert, ordinary with nothing special about them.

It was also at this time that Ye Yusheng began to understand why the masters in novels would be so excited when they met a child with a pure heart.

Because in this complicated society, finding this thing feels harder than winning the lottery.

He was now like drawing cards, but all he drew were ordinary cards. He had finally dodged two SSR cards, but for various reasons, those two cards were unobtainable.

It makes people feel depressed.

Suddenly, he paused, his frown relaxed instantly, and his eyes flashed with anticipation.

He felt the breath of the new SSR.

That pure, arrogant aura, as if looking down on everything in the world, is so obvious and tempting in this chaotic ocean of souls.

He immediately quickened his pace, following the arrogant aura and heading towards the target's owner.

Then he saw the man in a suit and tie, dressed fashionably, standing out from the crowd like a crane among chickens.

That man, his eyes were sharp and deep, as if they could penetrate all appearances and see directly into the essence of all things.

His face showed an innate confidence, arrogance, and hidden pride.

But that air of arrogance did not come from contempt for those around him.

Because in his opinion, these guys who knew nothing and could only struggle and try to survive were not worthy of his contempt or concern.

Just like how people look at weeds and ants, they don't care about them, so they can't be said to look down on them.

It's just a natural neglect.

In his view, even the well-known analysts and operators of financial institutions are just a group of "craftsmen" who only follow established rules but lack real insight.

They may be well versed in various theories and able to skillfully operate complex financial instruments.

But they are no different from those investors who just follow the trend, they are all a bunch of pitiful people.

He thinks so.

Lacking a true sense of the market pulse, they succumb to financial giants, make suggestions for them, and live like hounds frantically scrambling for food but liable to be abandoned at any time.

He looked down on such people, and he also knew that those guys looked down on him as well, and even said bad things about him behind his back, but who would care.

Because only the weak are afraid of loneliness, afraid of being excluded, and will seek a team.

Just as weak sheep travel in groups, so too do solitary and powerful tigers and leopards.

They just need to move forward and get their prey.

And he is just like those tigers and leopards.

He doesn't need anyone's approval or understanding, not even from his best friend Watanabe.

He just needs to stay on the path he insists on. Simply move forward and win as he deserves.

This is his confidence, and he has the capital to be confident because he has never failed since his debut.

And he also believed, no, he firmly believed that he had never failed before, would not fail now, and would not fail in the future.

However, he who calls himself a tiger and leopard felt unprecedented discomfort at this moment, as if countless tiny creatures were wriggling under his skin, which was creepy.

And all of this was caused by the young man before him. His smile, like an enigma, cast a strange light in his world.

Who is this guy?

He was puzzled and couldn't help shivering.

In his eyes, that smile seemed like a mockery of himself, but also like an appreciation of some rare treasure, complex and difficult to understand.

He had never seen such a strange person.

He shouldn't have cared, just like everyone else.

However, the person in front of him was different.

He always felt that he had lost all disguises and masks under the other person's gaze, and all his secrets were exposed under the other person's gaze.

He even had a strange thought: this strange guy in front of him was looking at him.

However, it seemed that she was not looking at herself, but rather at some existence within him.

The look contained desire, expectation, and inquiry, as if it wanted to explore him completely inside and out.

He wanted to speak, but under that strange gaze, he felt his mouth dry and his throat rolled unconsciously, but he couldn't say a word.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

When he adjusted his mentality, stammered, endured the discomfort in his body, and made up his mind to ask, he found that the figure in front of him had disappeared.

It was as if everything he had just encountered was just an illusion.

But he knew that it was definitely not an illusion.

He would never forget the other person's strange gaze, the gaze that penetrated some invisible barriers and boundaries, observing, appreciating, exploring and longing for something.

He will also never forget the uncomfortable feeling as if countless tiny creatures were crawling under his skin.

He even had a strange thought: that boy, is he really a human being? Could he be a devil or something?

Then, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips, and he muttered to himself, "It seems that I was still affected by Watanabe's words. I actually came up with such a ridiculous idea."

It was as if he was trying to cheer himself up, or as if he was stating the common sense of the world: "How can demons exist?"

Then he shook his head, stopped thinking about those trivial things, and continued to rush home.

However, he didn't know that a mark had been left on his body without his knowledge.

That mark is mysterious and strange, as if it is the mark of fate. As long as this mark is activated, his future path will be completely different from the past.

On the other hand, Ye Yusheng was very satisfied with the guy he found. It was not just the pure arrogance that came from the depths of his soul that satisfied his requirements for the seven deadly sins.

More importantly, the first time he saw the other person, he inexplicably had a premonition that he and the other person would meet again soon and reclaim the other person's soul.

Of course, to be on the safe side, he still put a mark on the opponent's body. As long as he died, the mark would be activated, allowing him to harvest souls in time.

Otherwise, if his premonition was wrong and he failed to harvest the other party's soul, he would definitely regret it.

He also thought about the other party's future responsibilities: the second seat in the Courtyard of Emotions, the Financial Officer Arogant.

I just hope that by then, his financial sense will not be lost due to the reshaping of his soul.

But I was really lucky to meet such a soul on my first outing.

At the same time, Ye Yusheng was also thinking about whether he should learn from Koizumi Hongzi and set up a magic circle covering Tokyo to automatically collect magic that meets the requirements.

However, he eventually gave up this idea.

After all, he himself was summoned to this world. Who knows if there are other existences hiding in the dark in this world?

Therefore, it is better to do it yourself and have enough food and clothing. At least you have to fill the seven seats that meet the requirements of the seven deadly sins. In this way, relying on the connection between the seven deadly sins and the seven virtues, you can be a hands-off boss.

When he thought about how many people he still needed to find, he couldn't help but sigh.

As expected, there are too few talented people in my organization!

Suddenly, he slapped his thigh. If there was no one, then go find them. In Conan's worldview, there were many people who deserved sympathy.

For example, Director Ochiai, an old man who deeply loves art, even if he cannot hold an important seat, he can still be a peripheral member.

After all, this is a tough guy who can wear heavy armor and kill the tall boss Manaka.

There is also the cross-dressing boss Asajima Narimi, who pulled him into the organization and gave him a seat of lust. It’s interesting to think about it.

Nanatsuki Koshimizu is not too popular in this detective world, and he believes that if he helps her get revenge as a condition, the other party will definitely join him.

As for the unlucky guy Toshiya Tadokoro, he should be able to be recruited into the organization on the condition of helping his sister with treatment.

With the idea in mind, he disappeared into the night in a flash and began to make preparations.

"what happened?"

"No, nothing, maybe I'm dazzled?"

"Really, it scared me."

"Haha."

......

In Director Ochiai's private study, soft light shines on the boy who suddenly appears, adding a bit of mystery to this quiet space.

A hint of surprise flashed in Director Ochiai's eyes, but there was no panic, as if the boy's sudden appearance was not something to be alarmed about.

However, Ye Yusheng felt that it was understandable. After all, this person wanted to learn the art work "Divine Punishment" to judge Boss Zhenzhong.

The other party asked slowly, "Who are you?"

Ye Yusheng stood like a ghost in the night, his voice low and firm: "My name is Ye Yusheng. I'm sorry to bother you, but I want to make a deal with you."

Upon hearing this, Director Ochiai's eyes narrowed slightly. After a moment's silence, he nodded gently, his voice carrying a hint of caution: "I'd like to hear the details. I wonder what kind of deal you wish to make with me?"

A gleam of light flashed in Ye Yusheng's blood-red eyes. Without any unnecessary words, he stated his purpose directly. There seemed to be an invisible tension in the air, foreshadowing that an unusual confrontation was about to take place.

"How about I provide you with funds so that your art gallery can continue to operate, and you join my organization?"

Ye Yusheng's words were like a wisp of chill in the night wind, freezing the air.

His devilish blood-red eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts as he stared directly at Director Ochiai without a trace of hesitation.

A flicker of surprise crossed Director Ochiai's face, but he quickly regained his composure. He was well aware of his museum's financial situation, and the lack of funds was like an invisible shackle, fettering the wings of art.

But joining an organization of strangers, especially an organization of people who can suddenly appear in front of you and are suspected to have supernatural powers, is a major decision that requires careful consideration no matter from which perspective.

"Funds are indeed what my art museum urgently needs right now," Director Ochiai said in a low voice, revealing a subtle desire. "But I must know what your organization is. What responsibilities and obligations will I assume after joining?"

Ye Yusheng smiled slightly, a smile that held a hint of mystery: "My organization is dedicated to creating gods."

His words were like a flash of lightning, breaking the silence in the room. His devilish blood-red eyes flashed with a strange light in Director Ochiai's eyes, as if telling of an unknown grand plan.

"Creating a god?" Director Ochiai repeated the word, frowning slightly, clearly deeply attracted yet troubled by the concept. "What do you mean by creating a god?"

Ye Yusheng's lips curled up slightly, his smile bold and uninhibited, with a hint of uninhibitedness and challenge. He spoke slowly, his voice magnetic, like a low melody rippling in the air: "To create a god is to create a being that transcends human limits."

"Through the fusion of technology, genetic engineering, and even mysticism, we attempt to reach the unknowable realm, explore the mysteries of the gods, and unlock the boundaries of human potential."

“We believe that humanity’s future should not be constrained by the laws of nature, but rather transcend them to become its true master.”

Well, he didn't lie, that's what he thought. As for whether others will feel cheated in the future, that's none of his business. After all, he is a human being, so if he succeeded, it means that humanity has succeeded. There should be no problem, right?

Even if he didn't succeed, can we say that his plan to seal the consciousness by analyzing Kayaba Akihiko's helmet failed?

Just look at Kayaba Akihiko, who is endlessly exploited by Meow-chan and curses at others!

Therefore, the old and shrewd Director Ochiai did not detect any trace of lies in the boy's face or words. His eyes became extremely complicated.

He was filled with a desire for the unknown, as well as ethical considerations. He slowly sat down, crossed his hands on the table, and looked directly at Ye Yusheng.

"This is a highly controversial study. Are you sure your organization is prepared to face the ethical, legal, and even moral challenges it may raise?"

Hearing his words, Ye Yusheng couldn't help but curl his lips: "You're talking as if no one will do it if we don't do it."

"To tell you the truth, as far as I know, there are two organizations working on this, and they've both achieved some results."

"One of the organizations has developed a drug that can rejuvenate people."

Director Ochiai stood up instantly, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. He had never imagined that an organization had actually developed such a drug.

Ye Yusheng didn't say anything. After he calmed down, he continued, "But don't hold out too much hope. It depends on luck. At least, up to now, there has only been one person who took the drug..."

He paused and suddenly remembered that in addition to Vermouth, Sera Masumi's mother was also alive.

"Two..." He was about to speak, then thought of himself and shook his head slightly, "No, three people survived!"

But even knowing the horrific mortality rate of this drug, Director Ochiai believed that if those old and dying guys knew that this drug existed, they would definitely do whatever it takes to get it.

After all, he couldn't hide the desire in his eyes: "What about the other organization?"

"Another organization. They're after a mysterious treasure. It's said to be a gem that glows red under moonlight."

"When the once-in-a-millennium comet Bolei approaches Earth, aim this gem at the full moon and it will shed a tear. Swallowing this tear grants immortality."

If someone else said this, Director Ochiai would not believe it, but the young man in front of him appeared in front of him out of thin air, and he himself was synonymous with mystery.

Therefore, Director Ochiai believed his words.

But it was precisely because of this belief that his heart was like a reef hit by huge waves, and he was shocked.

"So, what about you? I don't believe that you, who know so many secrets and possess mysterious powers, will gain nothing." His words showed both awe of the unknown and deep recognition of Ye Yusheng and his organizational ability.

Ye Yusheng nodded, a flicker of admiration in his eyes, a recognition of talent. Then he let out a half-smile: "Director Ochiai, your intuition is very sharp and accurate. We have indeed gained something, but since you haven't joined the organization yet, do you think I could tell you?"