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

In the void, Mr. Yamamoto's soul wandered. His existence was stripped of all material support, leaving only pure consciousness floating in the void.

"Am I still alive?"

This question echoed in his mind again and again, like a ghost's whisper, with no response, only the echo of silence.

He tried to feel his body, but found that even this most basic desire was shattered.

"No, I'm dead."

This thought echoed in his consciousness like a ghost, making him feel an unprecedented emptiness and despair.

In this boundless loneliness, the concept of time began to become blurred, and every second seemed as long as eternity.

He felt a strange sense of weightlessness, as if he was falling into a bottomless abyss, or as if he was abandoned at the bottom of the sea, bearing invisible pressure.

Loneliness, coldness, fear... these emotions surged like a tsunami, hitting him wave after wave, almost drowning him completely.

Just as Mr. Yamamoto felt that he was about to be swallowed up by this boundless nothingness and fear, a ray of light suddenly appeared in his consciousness.

Although this light is weak, it is like a miracle in the abyss and hope in despair, illuminating the darkness in his heart.

Faintly, in that light, he seemed to see a familiar figure.

That was the figure that had left a deep impression on him a few days ago, and he never forgot it even on the brink of death.

Even when they met again, this figure still gave him such a strange feeling. Even the other person's eyes looking at him were full of a weird feeling, which made him feel uncomfortable.

But at this moment, the appearance of the other party was like the dawn of light, which relieved a lot of the haze in his heart.

"It is you?"

Looking at the person in front of him, Mr. Yamamoto's consciousness fluctuated with a subtle hint of surprise and calmness.

"it's me."

"Really?" Mr. Yamamoto murmured, then asked, "Are you the Grim Reaper who came to take me back?"

His voice was full of expectation and desire, hoping that Ye Yusheng could take him away from this dead space.

"I'm not some god of death."

Ye Yusheng shook his head slightly and answered calmly.

But it was this calm tone that made Mr. Yamamoto feel disappointed. He murmured softly, "Is that so..."

Then it fell into silence.

Feeling Mr. Yamamoto's mood change, Ye Yusheng couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly. He couldn't understand why there would be people who expected the god of death to come and reap their souls.

However, if you must say, his next actions seemed to be no different from those of the god of death.

No, it should be said that it is even more excessive than the God of Death.

Shaking his head and throwing away these thoughts, Ye Yusheng slowly said: "Although it is a bit presumptuous, I would like to invite you to join our organization. What do you think?"

Upon hearing Ye Yusheng's question, Mr. Yamamoto's consciousness instantly became somewhat active from its dormant state.

how about it?

Of course there is no problem!!!

As long as I can get out of this damn place.

It's all right.

However, it would be better if I didn't have to join this organization: "If I say I don't want to, will you give up?"

There was a hint of tentativeness in his voice.

Ye Yusheng looked at the consciousness in front of him, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile, but that smile seemed a little weird and amusing to Mr. Yamamoto.

"That's of course impossible. After all, I've been staring at your soul for a long time."

His words were filled with longing for Mr. Yamamoto's soul.

After hearing this answer, Mr. Yamamoto's consciousness fell silent for a moment, but he did not react excessively.

After all, he had already anticipated this answer.

"Then, do you want to join us?" Ye Yusheng asked again.

Mr. Yamamoto was speechless for a moment.

He clearly knew the answer, but still asked this question. This guy surprisingly has a bit of... bad taste.

Sensing this empty space, Mr. Yamamoto slowly spoke his answer: "If you can take me away from this damn place, then I will join you!"

Ye Yusheng's lips curled up slightly, the excitement in his eyes was undisguised, and there was a hint of joy in his voice.

"Then the deal is done." As he said that, he slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the other person's soul and consciousness.

......

After returning to the base, Ye Yusheng began to reshape Mr. Yamamoto's soul.

With the experience of reshaping Disper's soul, he was no longer so excited at this moment.

Various instruments in the laboratory began to operate, making a slight humming sound.

Rays of light carrying magic power were projected onto Mr. Yamamoto's soul from different angles.

Some of those rays are warm like the spring sunshine, some are cold like the stars in the winter night. They are intertwined together to weave complex patterns.

Comparing the two soul reconstructions, Ye Yusheng couldn't help but sigh inwardly, it was indeed more convenient with the assistance of instruments.

Upgrading the base myself was indeed the right thing to do.

With the help of precision instruments and the unique skill "Polygrapher", Ye Yusheng's movements became more precise and elegant.

It’s like performing an invisible dance, and every movement seems full of rhythm and beauty.

As time passed, Mr. Yamamoto's soul began to take on a new form. He was no longer an ethereal existence, but began to condense into a more substantial image.

The arrogant nature of his soul was also fully revealed here. His shattered self-confidence and pride seemed to have been tempered in a fierce fire, becoming more solid and tough.

That confident, arrogant aura returned once again, but this time, it seemed more restrained.

The moment Mr. Yamamoto opened his eyes, his eyes revealed an unprecedented determination and strength.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Ye Yusheng immediately increased his magic power. The next moment, a handsome young man with blond hair appeared and stood in front of Ye Yusheng.

This young man was none other than Mr. Yamamoto, whose soul had been reshaped and given a body. He slowly moved his body, and every movement revealed a calm and unhurried temperament.

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Ye Yusheng would never have imagined that the young man in front of him with calm movements, gentle temperament and warm smile was the once arrogant Mr. Yamamoto.

The change was so great that Ye Yusheng couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

He began to observe carefully, trying to find the answer from every detail of the young man.

However, as he observed more deeply, the corners of Ye Yusheng's mouth twitched involuntarily.

He gradually discovered that the so-called softness and warmth was actually a deeper and more transcendent arrogance.

This is a kind of sublimation from the arrogance of looking down on everything, reaching a state where all beings are equal under the self.

In this state, other emotions seem so small and insignificant.

Since it doesn't matter, the other party will not hesitate to show the so-called gentle and warm side.

Ye Yusheng, who discovered this, felt extremely complicated at this moment, because, as a reshaper, he was obviously also within the scope of equality of all beings.

At the same time, his eyes gleamed with anticipation, expecting that this soul, which had been reshaped and obviously different, would give a different answer from Disper.

"Do you still remember your past memories?"

Ye Yusheng asked, his heart full of anticipation.

However, his expectations were destined to be shattered, as this reshaped soul had apparently lost its memory.

He shook his head gently, showing a gentle smile, and slowly said: "I don't remember."

His calmness and smile seemed to be silently saying that what he had lost was not important at all.

Ye Yusheng sighed softly, then said, "If you don't remember, then forget it. Then, your name will be Arogante."

"Follow your will."

Arrogant, who was given a name, bowed respectfully to Ye Yusheng and responded.

However, Ye Yusheng could feel that there was no real respect in the other party's eyes. What he showed at this moment was only because as a subordinate, he needed to do so.

This made Ye Yusheng sigh, he really deserves to be the second seat in our emotional courtyard, the arrogant Arogant.

However, Ye Yusheng did not care about these superficial etiquettes. What he cared about was whether Arrogant's talent in finance still existed.

After all, if the other party loses this talent due to soul reshaping, then even if he is the second seat that he has high hopes for, he will not be able to serve as the organization's treasurer.

With such complicated emotions, Ye Yusheng began to ask some questions about finance.

Unexpectedly, although his memory had long been lost, the financial knowledge seemed to be deeply imprinted in his soul because of his obsession during his lifetime.

Arrogant not only answered his questions accurately, but also provided unique insights and suggestions.

During the questioning process, Ye Yusheng also discovered that Arogant's learning ability was extremely amazing, as if he could master any knowledge quickly.

Deep down in Ye Yusheng's heart, he was both surprised and delighted by Arrogant's talent and learning ability.

It also made him re-examine the nature of arrogance.

Is arrogance, a complex and profound emotion that is considered the first of the seven deadly sins in Christianity, really just a synonym for arrogance?

If hubris is really just arrogance, then why did Arrogant still display such amazing learning ability and financial talent after undergoing soul reconstruction and losing his memory?

Why, with nothing at all, was he able to quickly outline the knowledge points, build his own knowledge system, and even come up with insights that surpassed previous ones?

All of this seems to be silently stating that there is an inexplicable connection between arrogance and outstanding talent.

Ye Yusheng touched his chin and fell into deep thought, while Arogant stood quietly by the side without disturbing him.

Ye Yusheng began to wonder whether it was because of human beings' outstanding talents that they developed arrogance, or whether it was because of arrogance that gave people outstanding talents.

This doubt took root in his heart like a seed, making him think of the Demon King Guy from another world and his ultimate skill, "King of Pride".

The ability displayed by this ultimate skill seems to be the copying and imitation of other people's skills.

What lies behind this seems to be a certain interpretation of the nature of arrogance.

If it were in the past, Ye Yusheng might have thought that the ability displayed by the "King of Pride" was a characteristic given to the emotion of pride by the other world.

But now, similar qualities seem to be showing in Arrogant.

The mystery contained in it is so fascinating that Ye Yusheng's chest is filled with excitement and desire to explore.

......

The lights in the pub were dim and soft, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of wine and whispers of conversation.

Kogoro Mouri and Inspector Megure, two old friends who once fought side by side in countless cases, are now sitting at a small table in the corner.

"Brother Megure, how's the case going?"

Kogoro Mouri gently shook the wine glass in his hand, a trace of imperceptible worry flashed in his eyes, and asked Inspector Megure beside him.

Upon hearing this, Inspector Megure sighed softly, seeming quite frustrated with the progress of the case.

"What else can we do?" He took a sip of wine slowly, his tone filled with fatigue and a subtle bitterness. "There are no clues. In the end, we can only treat it as an unsolved case."

After saying that, he glanced sideways at Kogoro Mouri beside him, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Besides, didn't I ask you out here so you could drink with me and relax?" He said helplessly, "Why are you asking about these troubles now?"

In response to Inspector Megure's questions, Kogoro Mouri touched the back of his head awkwardly and let out a dry laugh.

"Hahaha, isn't it because I've been a detective for so long that I want to ask questions when I encounter a case?"

He tried to ease the awkwardness with a relaxed tone, but Inspector Megure obviously didn't buy it.

"You've been a detective for a long time. Don't think I don't know that your current job is all about finding cats and dogs."

There was a hint of joking in Inspector Megure's words, but Kogoro Mouri could feel the concern and helplessness in them.

"It's all because of that brat from the Kudo family. He just keeps stealing my business day after day." Kogoro Mouri's complaints were mixed with a hint of helplessness and dissatisfaction with the current situation.

Inspector Megure shook his head, his eyes revealing a complex emotion.

"That's because you're not capable enough. Who can you blame? You were so good before, how come you're no good as a detective?"

His words contained both reproaches to his old friend and nostalgia for the past.

Seeing Kogoro Mouri silent for a while, Inspector Megure felt even more depressed.

He originally wanted to use the atmosphere of the pub to share some of his thoughts with his old friend, but he didn't expect to make both of them even more depressed.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, let's drink." Kogoro Mouri raised the wine glass and poured it into his mouth.

As the wine glasses clinked together, the lights in the pub seemed to become dimmer, and the surrounding sounds gradually became blurred. Only the wine glasses in their hands became their sole focus.

Time passed by unknowingly, and when the last round was empty, the two finally realized that their drinking capacity seemed to have reached its limit.

There was a drunken gleam in Kogoro Mouri's eyes, and there was an unnatural blush on Inspector Megure's face.

The two looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter. After laughing, the depression in their hearts seemed to be relieved a little.

"It seems that we are really drunk." Kogoro Mouri said with a smile. His voice seemed a little unclear under the influence of alcohol, but the sincerity and frankness were more obvious.

Inspector Megure also laughed. He stood up shakily but almost fell. Fortunately, Maori Kogoro supported him in time: "Yes, we are all drunk."

The two men supported each other and stumbled out of the tavern. Their figures seemed a little shaky in the night wind, but the trust and reliance on each other were like a lighthouse, illuminating the way forward.

It seemed that the case and the commission were not important at all at this moment.