Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 69.007. The Changing of the Guard

"So there are other White Walkers who want us to break with humanity?"

"Yes, most of the people who were switched were found in garbage bags. When they were found, they were already in pieces. Judging from the time of decomposition, it was probably around the day of the incident."

"I understand. I will report to my superiors later."

His arrogant and businesslike demeanor made Ryoma subconsciously feel a little afraid.

"How is the situation at Ranshan Hall?" She glanced over, and although her eyes were covered, one could almost see the emotionless look in her eyes.

“We investigated the interior of Ranshantang and found that the atmosphere inside the hall is currently stagnant and in a state of decline. Many people are preparing to leave and start their own businesses.”

The leader of the other group was Greed; he had long, narrow eyebrows and his eyes narrowed slightly when he was thinking. He said:

"When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Recently, many people have gone to join other gangs. The Burning Mountain Hall is no longer able to maintain public order."

Who is the current branch leader?

Greed pondered for a moment and said, "According to seniority, he is Junior Temple General."

Next, he gave a brief introduction to Kodera Sho.

In short, he was a mediocre person with no achievements. He was incapable of shouldering heavy responsibilities, lacked strong martial arts skills, bullied the weak and feared the strong, and had no prestige within the hall. However, due to seniority, he reluctantly became the head of the Zuojing branch of the Ranshan Hall.

Not worthy of its name.

Arrogance listened quietly and then said, "I understand."

"The people from the Burning Mountain headquarters are still on their way. During this time, Koji will repeatedly express his desire for assistance to us, but we have been limited by our energy lately and haven't been able to pay much attention. Judging from the current situation, the Burning Mountain Hall is weak, and the crimes committed by the Otherworlders in Zuojingdu are becoming increasingly serious," Greed said.

Arrogantly, he said, "Our task is to maintain the current order. If necessary, we will assist the Burning Mountain Hall in eliminating the threat of the wandering Others."

He gripped his chin in fury, pondered for a moment, and said, "Do we need to openly support Ran Shan Tang?"

"To make other gangs and factions hesitant to act against us," Greed said.

No one else objected; the most senior members here were Pride, Greed, and Wrath.

Pride firmly holds the top spot thanks to its strength; Greed has the leadership qualities to coordinate the team and mobilize personnel, but it is content to remain in second place, leaving the leadership to Pride; and Wrath, despite its imposing physique, is a strategist and tactician. The three of them complement each other perfectly within the team.

“We now have an eighth person, so representing us is a good option.” He looked up in fury and saw the bewildered Ryoma, and an idea formed in his mind.

"Me?" You Donglongma was taken aback.

“You represent us, the Imperial Guard. No one dares to touch you.” He pondered the possibilities, becoming increasingly certain of his strategy.

"Tomorrow is the weekly meeting of the Ranshan Hall. You can join the Ranshan Hall. Firstly, it will send a signal and have a deterrent effect; secondly, your new life also needs a formal ceremony to register your identity and verify your information, which can be resolved there."

"Like a citizen's ID card?" Ryoma chuckled awkwardly. In terms of the social system, there really wasn't much difference.

“That’s right.” He laughed heartily in a fit of rage.

She nodded arrogantly, covered her eyes, and drew attention to her cherry-red lips.

She said, "Get ready, you'll be coming with us to the performance at Ranshan Hall tomorrow night."

You Donglongma murmured something and nodded.

Outside the window, in the distance, the sky is just beginning to lighten.

He arrogantly said, "It's getting late, everyone should rest first."

It was only when Longma moved that he realized the White Walkers' routine: they seemed particularly energetic at night, but as dawn approached, he felt sleepy.

"Hey! Newbie! Where are you going to sleep?" Laziness cheered.

"Stop calling me 'newcomer,' call me 'You Dong Jun.'" The furious man's smile was hearty, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

"Ah." Ryoma didn't know how to respond to their enthusiasm, so he could only stand there blankly.

"Come sleep with me! Jealousy can't stand my sleep talking, so he doesn't want me anymore. Lust and rage make them another pair of scumbags, a love-hate relationship..."

Sloth showed no mercy by revealing his true colors, and was soon chased all over the rooftop by Wrath, who was pretending to be furious. His amazing jumping ability and the trembling ceiling made You Dong realize once again the extraordinary power of the White Walkers.

"Lazy—lazy—" Lust grabbed two fruit knives and immediately joined the fray.

He looked at the thin man beside him, and smiled weakly as he ate gluttonous food:

That's just how they are; you'll get used to it.

……

You Donglongma lay on the bed, filled with many emotions.

Half a day ago, I was a poor and forgotten news reporter. I never expected that a group of people would suddenly appear around me and make such a fuss.

Binge-eating was lying on the bed next door.

In the end, he didn't choose to share a room with Laziness because the guy was so talkative that Ryoma felt he might not be able to sleep all night; while the taciturn Gluttony, because of his ordinariness, made it easier to feel a sense of mutual understanding.

The skinny boy coughed and covered his mouth.

He gave the dragon horse an apologetic look: "I'm sorry... I'm not in good health, I'm always taking medicine."

You smiled and didn't mind, asking, "Is there some kind of health problem?"

Binge-eating hung his head, casting a sickly shadow on the wall in the light of the nightlight: "From childhood to adulthood, I have never had a sense of taste when eating, I have no feeling at all."

"I can't feel anything. Is it because my taste buds have been damaged?" Ryoma asked, somewhat surprised.

"No, although I feel full, I don't know whether the most crucial sense of taste or whether the food has actually entered my intestines."

"How is that possible..." The beautiful voice sounded somewhat unbelievable.

“Nothing is impossible, which is ironic. Despite being labeled a ‘bulimia’ person, I have no sense of taste no matter how much I eat. It’s as if the food doesn’t reach my throat through my esophagus, but instead ends up in my abdominal cavity.”

“We once conducted an experiment using a radioactive source. The substance that went into my mouth would disappear briefly and reappear in my stomach.”

"But aren't taste buds on the tip of the tongue?"

“I don’t know.” Gluttony looked worried. “It’s probably a problem with my constitution. From birth until now, I have never known what the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy flavors you talk about taste like.”

You Donglongma fell silent.

He was unaware that this young man of similar age and average appearance was also enduring such torment. For many foodies, losing their sense of taste is tantamount to losing their life.

A life devoid of taste is incomplete.

"But thanks to this ordeal, I have secured a place in the team."

"Hmm?" Ryoma asked, somewhat curious.

“I’m in charge of the weapons.” Gluttony patted his belly.

"Don't let my small belly fool you, it can actually hold everything. It's a truly vast and boundless space. And since I've lost my sense of taste, I can't really taste anything. I just swallow it all at once. So, I'm also a mobile arsenal."

As Ryoma watched his radiant smile, the orange light shining on his face made him feel inexplicably sad.

"It's getting late, go to bed early."

He advised.

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

Binge eating is a pitiful child (I'm sure of it), let's call him Cola Chicken Wings.

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(End of this chapter)