Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

"Who...who is that guy? How did he suddenly appear here?"

"I remember there was no such person in the simulation at all."

Jiang Ling was completely baffled by Sister Qi.

But the only thing that can be confirmed is—

That guy is very strong; his vector manipulation ability is top-notch, no matter where he is.

It's best not to have a conflict with him and to wait and see.

Diablo covered his face with a towel.

He continued running wildly up the stairs, his heart pounding like a drum, but deep in his eyes, a hint of relief and ecstasy at his impending escape flickered.

"This! This is the escape route I, Diablo, devised! Flying straight off the roof! You'd never guess, my 'Vector Manipulation' can even affect gravity to some extent!"

At this moment.

Diablo's eyes didn't see those NPC-level underlings.

He was filled with relief at surviving the ordeal, as well as a deep-seated fear of his "strictest father"—even his younger brother Tobio, who possessed the ability to "delete time," was killed by the father with a single punch. He himself was probably no match for the father's skills.

Fourth floor, banquet hall.

Anthony, the leader of the Snow Bear Gang, and Komura, the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, witnessed their elite men being easily defeated by the mysterious naked man, leaving them terrified.

The two of them simultaneously scrambled upstairs to escape.

But in the end, they were just gang leaders who were stronger than ordinary people, and their speed was limited.

They were quickly caught up.

"Don't kill me—" Anthony, the leader of the Snow Bear Gang, a 2.1-meter-tall Slavic man, cowered in a corner and cried loudly.

"Yamero—Yamero—!" The leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, Komura Suke, was short in stature and had a typical Japanese face. He crawled under the Snow Bear Gang leader's buttocks.

whoosh-

The sound of wind breaking came from behind.

The two turned around in horror, only to see the strange figure with its head and face covered flash by, leaping out of the huge glass window they had smashed. In a manner that defied the laws of physics, it glided naked into the night sky and quickly disappeared into the vast snowy night.

"You can even manipulate gravity?" Jiang Ling asked with her eyes closed.

"It seems he can manipulate all 'force,' 'speed,' and 'acceleration' at will, but there must be an upper limit... I wonder if I can break his upper limit with one punch?"

"However, since he has already left, there is no need to investigate further."

After confirming that the dangerous person had indeed gone far away, Jiang Ling leisurely adjusted the only piece of equipment he had on him—the bath towel—making sure it was securely wrapped around his waist.

Then, with his hands casually tucked into the edges of the towel, he stepped out of the shadows with an almost leisurely gait and onto the stairs leading to the fourth floor.

……

"Huff...huff...did that monster...go away?" Komura Sōsuke struggled to crawl out from under Anthony's massive body, gagged a few times, and his face turned pale.

"Anthony! You... do you even clean your butt properly anymore?!"

He pinched his nose, his voice muffled, carrying the exhaustion and nausea of ​​someone who had just survived a close call.

"Ugh—it stinks! It smells like fermented herring!"

Anthony, still shaken, sat down hard on him with his Russian saddle, saying angrily, "That guy was so intimidating, he scared the shit out of me."

Village introduction: ? ? ?

"vomit--"

Tap, tap, tap...

Just then, a light but steady footstep came from the dark stairwell below, unhurried and clearly audible.

Because the conflict had damaged the main hall's chandelier, the entire fourth floor was now only dimly lit by a few wall lamps and emergency lighting.

The area around the stairwell was shrouded in heavy shadows. The sudden sound of footsteps echoed through the deathly silent and blood-soaked hall, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression to the survivors.

"Gulp..."

Not only were the surviving underlings cowering in the corner, trembling with fear, but even Anthony and Komura Sōsuke subconsciously swallowed.

Two pairs of eyes were fixed on the dark stairwell.

The two, who were once mortal enemies, instinctively embraced each other.

"Wait..." Komura's voice was dry as he suddenly realized a terrifying possibility, "That... god-like guy just now, the way he looked just now, it seemed like... he was running away?"

Anthony froze, instantly understanding his meaning, his voice trembling: "You...you mean...he ran away...because there was...something even more terrifying...chasing him?!"

This thought plunged the two of them into an icy abyss.

Just then, the footsteps stopped at the edge of the shadow at the stairwell.

A calf with smooth, perfect muscle lines and full of power stepped confidently out of the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, a man with brilliant blond hair and a tall, upright figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

He wore only a white towel around his waist, his upper body was naked, and in the dim light, his firm but not bulky muscles seemed to contain explosive power.

"Damn, another naked man..." Komura Murasuke couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

"Just now she had a towel wrapped around her upper body, and now she's wrapped it around her lower body... What's going on? Are they filming Grand Blue?"

The blond man simply stood there casually, his chin slightly raised, his gaze sweeping calmly over the entire room.

His tiger-like eyes didn't have any deliberate ferocity, but rather carried a condescending indifference and casualness, as if he were examining ants.

However, this very calmness exuded an even more chilling sense of oppression than the menacing naked man from before.

He was just standing there.

Some of the weaker henchmen's legs buckled, they dropped their weapons, and knelt on the ground in a daze.

"That guy... his stance alone is terrifyingly strong!" — Komura Murasaki and Anthony exchanged a glance, immediately took off their clothes, and performed a perfectly standard nude dogeza (a type of prostration).

Jiang Ling walked up to them, squatted down, and said:

"I need you to do two things for me."

His tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

He held up two fingers.

"First, give me your gang's 'sacred artifact'."

"Secondly, you'll have to act in a play with me later."

He opened his palm, his voice still flat: "Now, fulfill the first requirement, and give it to me, the sacred artifact."

"A...a sacred artifact?" Komura looked bewildered and subconsciously glanced at Anthony beside him, only to find that the other man also had the same confusion in his eyes.

A sacred artifact? What's that? Does the guild have one?

"Um... excuse me, what does this sacred artifact you mentioned look like?" Komura Sousuke coughed lightly, gesturing towards the master craftsman.

"What if the sacred artifact you're talking about... is something we don't understand... cough, if we really have to name one, would the Spring Spirit count?"

Anthony scratched the back of his head: "Uh... I personally use Lu Bu as my main character. If you're looking for someone else... I can ask my men..."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Ling sighed, what the hell is all this stuff?

The butterfly effect?!

wrong.

Upon closer examination, the problem may lie in the "time".

In the future shown by the [Hundred Fate Simulator], he will actually arrive in Hokkaido and begin searching for the sacred artifact three days from now, which is next Monday.

If these two gang leaders know nothing about the "sacred artifact" right now, it means that the so-called "sacred artifact" will be forcibly delivered to them by someone within the next three days, and they will be required to make offerings and sacrifices to accumulate some kind of faith power or special energy.

"If it's some kind of...sculpture, or an item with religious symbolism..."

Recalling the sacred artifacts from her memory, Jiang Ling asked probingly, "Has anyone recently contacted you, demanding that you offer them devout worship?"

Komura Murasaki was taken aback, then, as if remembering something, he suddenly slapped his forehead:

"By the way! About a week ago, someone from the Inu Cult did come to me! They said they would send over a 'divine gift' in a few days and asked us to offer incense and prayers to it day and night."

He curled his lip, regaining some of the roguish air of a gangster boss:

"But we're all the same age, why should we listen to them? I kicked him out right then and there. As he left, he coldly said, 'You'll regret this.' Pshaw, just impotent rage."

Upon hearing this, Anthony remembered it too.

"Indeed, last week, a charlatan from the Inu cult came to see me... She was a petite loli with a flat chest and a flat bottom, and she had fish scale-like decorations on her ears. She was dressed a bit like a mermaid... Those guys aren't based in Sapporo, so I don't know why they had to come all the way south to interfere."

When it comes to "short stature" or "average build", people often say that they are short.

Komura immediately recognized her, nodding repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! That's her! The Inu Cult members have been active further north in Wakkanai. If you want to find her, you can take a ferry north... Oh, by the way!"

He suddenly remembered something, hurriedly pulled out his phone, and frantically searched through his photo album:

"After all, we were both prominent figures in Hokkaido. Although we didn't reach an agreement at the time, we still had a meal together as is customary, and I think we took a photo together afterwards..."

The village guide searched for a long time.

Finally, he found a group photo with a low resolution among a pile of messy pictures. He quickly wiped the phone screen on his clothes, held it with both hands, and respectfully handed it to Jiang Ling, his face full of a fawning smile:

"Please look, sir. It's the woman on the left in the photo. If you're looking for her, you can inquire at the Inu Church's headquarters in Wakkanai... She's definitely in Wakkanai right now..."

Jiang Ling's gaze fell on the phone screen.

The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted!

He held up two fingers and quickly zoomed in on the screen to enlarge the petite figure wearing a deep blue shrine maiden outfit with fish-scale patterns, whose face was captured fairly clearly.

When that familiar face appeared before my eyes with perfect clarity.

Jiang Ling's breath hitched, and a chill shot from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.

"Mei...Miu?!!!"

……

Meanwhile, in Tokyo, at the Kujo family residence.

Li Meiyu was reviewing the mountain of old accounts and secret documents piled up by the Jiutiao family.

Most of the content made her feel depressed and angry.

Suddenly, a document titled "Feasibility Report and Initial Results of Pilot Project for Special Cloning Prototypes in Hokkaido Region" appeared.

It caught her attention.

"Cloning...technology?"

Li Meiyu's delicate, proud eyebrows furrowed, a cold look of disgust flashing in her eyes: "Hmph, Kujo Ryou... just how many other unethical and inhumane things have you done behind the scenes?"

She opened the document and began to read it carefully.