After leaving the world of all NPCs

"The snow there never melts year-round." Alina's voice was soft, her gray eyes reflecting distant memories. "If you step in, you'll sink knee-deep."

Kallen blinked her azure eyes, "That sounds... cold."

"Yes, it's very cold." Alina smiled. "It's also very cruel. It's far less prosperous than this world, and there's even brutal repression from the nobles."

Karen looked at the swaying branches in the courtyard and suddenly felt that the world they were in at the moment, with its sunshine, breeze, and falling cherry petals, might also be a rare kind of beauty.

Compare the Earth of the Honkai World and Terra of the Ark Universe.

Karen, who lived in the Middle Ages, actually thought that life there was pretty good.

"Take your time. It took us five hundred years of development to become better." Kallen added, "I just heard... Although I also want to rebuild my body in my own world, it feels a bit awkward."

Yaezakura knelt in the corridor, her fox ears trembling slightly, and the rice ball in her hand was kneaded into a round and plump shape.

Occasionally he would look up, glance at the crowd, then lower his head and continue his busy work, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ye Zuochen suddenly spoke, his voice breaking the silence.

"Alina, forget about Karen, but are you really not going back?"

Alina was silent for a moment, her gray eyes lowered. "Tallulah... doesn't want me to return to that world. Since I'm dead there, I'll live here."

Kallen was lost in thought, her scarf swaying gently in the wind.

Although the reasons were different, she didn't really want to return to her original world.

It should be said that there is some confusion.

At this moment——

"king!"

Seiakiin Ena's voice suddenly broke in.

Everyone's eyes turned to her at the same time.

Ye Zuochen raised his eyes and saw a crow flapping its wings and flying up, landing on a branch.

Ena handed over a piece of paper with both hands, breathing slightly.

"Just received it."

Ye Zuochen took the note and glanced at the English words on it.

"I am deeply interested in the Ama-Kume sword, a divine tool condensed from the great wisdom of the God of Wisdom. Therefore, I would like to express my willingness to borrow it briefly. I will return it soon, but the timeframe is uncertain. I sincerely hope for your understanding. ——— Alexander Gascoigne."

Ye Zuochen lightly twisted the paper with his fingertips, and the paper silently turned into powder and drifted away with the wind.

"What a bunch of rubbish."

He was completely disappointed with the Japanese people.

After all, it is the main stage in the original work, so it should have some skills, right?

What divine tools, what secret techniques, what inheritance...

Various trump cards come one after another, and it seems that he can gain some reputation in the world of sorcery.

result--

This is a bunch of trash.

Can't do anything well.

No wonder the protagonist of the original novel finally broke away from this group of people, established his own Round Table Council, and did not want to act with this group of people.

Apart from taking advantage of the God Slayer, his other abilities are rubbish!

It's complete garbage!

Stupidity is tolerable, but incompetence is totally unacceptable!

Qingqiuyuan Ena did not defend them, but instead said: "Wang, what should we do now?"

At this time, Karen asked curiously: "Chen, is that Alexander Gascoigne famous?"

Ye Zuochen explained, "Alexander Gascoigne, commonly known as the Black Prince Alec, is the first God Slayer of the new generation. Because one hundred and fifty years had passed since the appearance of the previous God Slayer, Lady Aisha, the magicians of the time bestowed upon him the title of Prince."

"One is to correspond to his old rival, the White Princess."

"One is secretly mocking his methods, saying they are not up to the level of the Three Ancient Kings."

"Because they were born into the post-war baby boom, their moral standards are much higher than those of the Three Kings of the old era."

"That is, he has a habit of petty theft..."

He paused briefly, then added with a hint of sarcasm, "He's repeatedly forcibly borrowed hidden treasures and divine tools from magic societies across Europe, always with excuses like 'I'm a little interested and want to investigate.'"

"Not only that, if he sets his sights on something and the security is tight, he'll send a warning letter and then steal it in a grand manner. If there's no stage for it, he'll just leave an IOU and then steal it."

"The stolen items will be displayed in the private museum of his affiliated association, the Royal Factory."

"That's quite a big deal."

Kallen nodded and confirmed, "So, he's from the same tribe as you?"

"That's about right. Speaking of the intelligence collected by Xingzhou, it did mention that he was investigating in Tokyo." Ye Zuochen recalled the intelligence he had seen before.

Hui Na was a little excited: "King, are we going to Britain to have a battle between kings!?"

Ye Zuochen glanced at her sideways and said, "No need to go to Britain, he is in Tokyo. And I guessed right, not only is he here, but Guinevere is here too."

"why?"

"because……"

Ye Zuochen pointed to the sky.

Seiakiin Hina looked up at the sky, not understanding what he meant at all.

Ye Zuochen didn't explain, but changed the subject: "But he stole something from me, and it would be unreasonable for me not to retaliate... Phantom Thief Ziyuan."

Kallen looked up.

"You go to the Royal Factory and steal back everything the Black Prince stole, and we will return all these collections." Ye Zuochen said lightly.

Kallen instantly felt something: "A righteous thief should do what is just~"

Alina expressed her concerns, "Your Majesty, Miss Kallen is using the 'Inherent Accumulated Time' you gave her, but her power is only at the level of a Grand Knight. Can she really steal the divine tool from the headquarters of the God Slayer's direct forces?"

Ye Zuochen waved his hand: "Don't worry, I will let Wei Erwei and Shakespeare assist her."

Shakespeare is a stigmata life. After obtaining the elixir of immortality, he also has infinite time. He was born in the world No. 2612 (Blood Sucking Strike) and summoned seven beasts.

Velvet is a genius among geniuses. Even if there are differences in the constants of the laws of the universe, it is enough to face the "Royal Factory" without a God Slayer.

At last……

"If you get caught, just say you are my women. They won't dare do anything to you." Ye Zuochen added.

……

Yokohama Chinatown.

Warm light streamed through the windows of the ninth-floor apartment, isolating the noise of the frying pan behind the glass.

"Alec, it seems you stole something from that king." The bespectacled girl, known for her expressionless and seldom-talking nature, said calmly as usual, "As the king of our Chinese gang, he may have a bad reputation, but angering him won't end well."

"What kind of person is he?"

Alexander Gascoigne's apron was stained with a few greasy spots. With a flick of his wrist, golden rice grains leaped into the pot.

Cecilia Chen, a cadre from the Chinese magic association "Jiutian Gang", placed the celadon soup bowl on the teak dining table, and her eyes behind the lenses swept across the spotless coffee table.

"The king is a very good king in the eyes of the Chinese. For traditional Chinese, a king's personal morality is only a minor issue, as long as he can bring benefits to the people."

Alec placed the fried rice on a white porcelain plate with a gold border. The rice grains were distinct, and the crab meat was dotted with gold. "So you think his personal ethics are poor?"

Chen nodded slightly. "That's terrible. This kind of person will always seek revenge. You took the sword presented to him by the sorcerer of this country. He will definitely seek revenge."

"That's about it... bring the plates to the table."

"I see. By the way, Alec, I've wanted to tell you a long time ago that you're a serious person."

Chen sighed, brought two servings of crab fried rice, Chinese-style chicken soup, and seafood salad to the table, and began to look around the room.

He kept the room tidy and spotless.

In order to lend it to the Demon King God Slayer, this room has been thoroughly cleaned, but the reason why it is so clean is because Alec cleans and tidies it carefully every day.

"Servants and cooks? I can take care of myself, and I don't like having strangers working around me. Could you please not worry about that?"

He gave these instructions with a stern face.

By the way, although the living environment is very complete, Alec did not use every space very efficiently.

He only used one dormitory, which had a bed, a locker and a desk. When he looked up information or pondered until late at night, he would often lie directly on the sofa when he wanted to sleep.

That's enough.

Even so, he would clean every corner of the room...

Alec is so meticulous in his work.

"Even if I pursue convenience, I can't compromise on it. If there's anything I'm not satisfied with where I live, I can just change it myself. If I want to eat something, I can just make it myself. It's that simple."

"That's your strength. You can use the same strategy in both the city and the uninhabited island..."

The boss and his subordinates sat face to face at the table, chatting while eating lunch.

While Alec was satisfied with the fluffy texture of the fried rice, he casually said, "According to the information I've gathered, Ye Zuochen seems to have a magical tool for traveling, so he's often away from his base camp. This time, it was because of the events in Japan that he rarely returned."

"From all perspectives, he is a relatively simple man who only needs fighting, games, and women to survive."

"The real problem is his attitude, treating everyone as dirt."

"I won't kill them intentionally, but I don't care either."

Upon hearing this, Chen simply said, "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, but treating all things as straw dogs is fair."

Alec frowned slightly.

Chen put down his chopsticks and continued, "Even if you can't be his companion, you shouldn't be his enemy. But you're deliberately looking for trouble. It's obviously a lack of consideration."

"No, that's a big oversight. You're quite ignorant." Alec shook his head. "You think they're normal people... Listen carefully, when dealing with people like the God Slayer who defy common sense, you must abandon the idea that 'communication will lead to understanding,' 'they're all human,' 'people can understand each other.' Treat them as beasts who understand human speech."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, it was about seven years ago when I went on an expedition to California and met John Pluto Smith from Los Angeles. Because he was a more rational person among the God Slayers, I thought we could establish an extraordinary friendly relationship, or at least not become hostile. So I didn't even say one tenth of what I felt when I met him."

"What did you think of?"

"It seems like, 'You're already an adult, but you still haven't graduated from your cosplay hobby?' 'He always draws attention with histrionic lines and actions, what a narcissist!' 'He always keeps people waiting, he's so arrogant!' ... and there are many other things. Anyone who has met him will have the same feeling."

Alec recalls a previous encounter.

"But all those efforts came to nothing. We should have established a good relationship, but a week after we met, Smith and I fought each other with all our might and almost perished together..."

"Why did it become like that?"

"It was either bad timing or I couldn't keep up with his aggressive style... but at the armistice, we signed a non-aggression pact, which established the rule that neither side should interfere with the other's actions."

"That's the bottom line. I've encountered so many similar things, so I learned a lesson."

Chen opened his mouth and had a lot to complain about, but he didn't say anything.

Alec asserted, "When you're facing a God Slayer, no matter what you do, a fight will happen when it's time to fight."

"When peace is achieved, it will be so easy that you will find it unbelievable. Therefore, any unnecessary efforts will be futile."

"..." Chen was silent for a moment and decided to skip this topic: "By the way, is everything okay over on the 'Island'?"

Alec took a sip of his soup. "No problem. If anyone approaches that maze-like sea area, an alarm will be sounded immediately. If anything happens, I can just go back right away."

That was an ancient island that they had floated up from the coast of Yokosuka using the Ama-no-hoko.

"That island is where King Arthur... no, the god of war based on him rests, right? He should be sleeping with that 'sword' called the Divine Sword of Salvation or something like that, right?"

"That's it," Alec said proudly. "Using a lot of hidden tools, I've finally created something like the 'Island Where the Last King Sleeps.' This time, Guinevere will definitely fall into my trap."

"Finally, my efforts to hide that thing and not display it in the headquarters were not in vain."

At the St. Ives Art Gallery in his base area, Alec often displays borrowed and discovered items.

That's the Black Prince's lair known to everyone, and many of his subordinates who come in and out have little combat effectiveness.

Just in case, he asked Bing Man to stay there.