Dragon Clan gacha, start as the top player in Takamagahara

The two talked as they walked.

"By the way, manager, I think there's a bottle of your 82 Lafite in the Takamagahara cellar. Shall we go for it tonight?"

"A-Ye, what did you say? Why can't I hear anything all of a sudden?"

"I told them I was going to resign tomorrow and run away."

"Oh, you mean that bottle of '82 Lafite? I'll go get it right now! Wait here!"

After saying that, the humpback whale hurriedly rushed towards the Takamagahara cellar, faster than a startled rabbit.

Lin Ye didn't follow immediately. Instead, he paused, turned around, and looked in the direction where the Hummer had disappeared, a barely suppressed smile curving his lips.

"Being able to play with the little monster is something I'm really looking forward to..."

"Wait a minute, I successfully signed, but the system hasn't given me the reward yet!"

"System, system..."

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P.S.: Hehe, I won't reveal the contents of this little notebook yet, and the system didn't give out the reward for the successful signature. These are all foreshadowing, and I'll write about them later. By the way, do you guys still have any votes? If so, please try sending one...

Chapter 17 The Orange Dog's True Colors [Two-part series, please read on!]

Genji Heavy Industries.

The pitch-black glass curtain wall is like a curtain hanging down from the depths of dark clouds, shrouding the skyscraper in the cold, rainy night. If you stand at the bottom of the building and look up at it when the sun is shining brightly, you will feel a deep sense of oppression, as if you are staring into an abyss.

In the long, pale corridor, time seems to stand still. It is designed as a monotonous, endless loop, turning day after day, year after year, devoid of any sign of life, because this place is a forbidden zone for life.

At the end of the passage was a white, rounded, airtight door that looked extremely heavy, twice as thick as the airtight door of a bank vault. Even a small missile could not penetrate it.

Its design was so rigorous and sturdy not to protect the people inside the chamber, but to prevent them from escaping. In essence, it was a cage that sealed away monsters.

But for a true monster, no cage can hold it if it really wants to get out.

"Go to bed early."

Genji stood outside the airtight door and spoke to Erii, who had entered the secret room not long ago.

A retractable porthole is embedded in the airtight door. At this moment, the porthole is essentially open, and a girl dressed as a shrine maiden can be seen standing in the doorway. It is Erii.

The girl looked very lonely at this moment, completely lacking the excitement she had felt in Takamagahara. Her beautiful eyes were devoid of light, and she looked more like a large rag doll whose soul had been taken away. Although she was exquisite, she was very empty.

"Ah."

Erii responded with a soft sound.

Yuan Zhisheng sighed, "If you want to go out and have fun, I'll make arrangements for you tomorrow, but you absolutely can't skip home again."

On the way back from Takamagahara, Erii suggested that she and Hayashi spend a day sightseeing in Tokyo the next day, which Genji was naturally very unwilling to do.

If it's just for relaxation, Erii has gone on trips arranged by her family before. However, this time she wants to go out with Lin Ye, which naturally makes Genji feel uncomfortable. After all, he hasn't completely settled his score with that male escort yet, but it seems he has no choice but to agree.

Anyway, it's only one day, so he can grit his teeth and get through it. Moreover, with the protection of his family members, the cowherd would never dare to do anything excessive.

Yuan Zhisheng thought to himself through gritted teeth.

"Thank you, brother! You're so kind!"

Upon hearing that Genji had agreed, Erii seemed to be activated and excitedly held up her little notebook to show Genji.

Genji was taken aback. He hadn't expected Erii's attitude to change so drastically. Was Erii just putting on an act for him?

But regardless, he could sense the girl's genuine happiness.

Yuan Zhisheng was both amused and exasperated, but he deliberately put on a serious face. "You can't stay up late. You need to go to bed early. Only when you're in good spirits can you have fun tomorrow."

"Goodnight, brother!"

Erii nodded frantically, then turned around and eagerly prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up.

"You've only been back a short while, go wash up later," Yuan Zhisheng instructed.

"But the sooner I shower, the sooner I can go to bed, so I can see Lin Ye sooner tomorrow!"

When Erii said those words, she skipped and hopped into the bathroom like a little yellow duck.

Moreover, perhaps Erii's inner expectations were too strong, and she subconsciously blurted out those words, causing a slight leakage of the power of judgment. Various muffled slicing sounds immediately came from the secret room, and the entire airtight door trembled.

hiss.

Yuan Zhisheng forced a stiff smile, then pressed the switch, completely closing the porthole embedded in the airtight door and severing the only connection between this secret room and the outside world.

"Little Lord."

Sakura walked over, took out her phone, and showed Genji a text message that had just been sent to her.

The latter glanced at the text message.

"Let's go."

"Hai."

The torrential rain continued, and the dazzling neon lights shone through the rain curtain. Tokyo was like an inextinguishable burning torch, or a deep sea of ​​light, making people lose themselves in it.

……

Dangdang!

The rain poured down, and from deep within the pine forest came the clear, resonant sound of steel being forged with tremendous force.

Thick sparks drifted out of the half-open window of the pine cabin, only to be quickly extinguished into dust by the cold wind and rain.

Inside the small house, an old man wearing a sleeveless undershirt stood by the furnace, swinging a hammer and constantly forging a piece of steel. Although he was very old, his bronze muscles were clearly defined, and under the glow of the furnace fire, he looked like a warrior forged from steel.

He also had a ferocious tattoo on his body, depicting a blue-faced yaksha and a red-faced demon entangled in fire. The yaksha's ferocity and the demon's seductive smile exuded intense desire, accompanied by flowing flames, as dazzling as a ukiyo-e painting. As the old man forged so fiercely, his muscles bulged, and the yaksha and demon on the tattoo seemed to come alive as well.

Yuan Zhisheng stood by, constantly adjusting the bellows to control the heat.

He casually hung his long overcoat on a rack to the side, and then busied himself wearing a white shirt. Soon, the white shirt was covered with conspicuous charcoal ash, but the man didn't care at all.

Neither the old nor the young spoke, but they worked in perfect harmony, and the blade gradually took shape during the forging process, gleaming with a sinister dark light.

"So, you fought to a draw with that gigolo named Lin Ye without using any spells?" The old man asked Genji, turning his head to Yuan Zhisheng as he took advantage of the lull in his drinking session.

"It's a little embarrassing to say, but that's really the truth," Genji said.

"Have you found out who they are?" The old man raised an eyebrow slightly.

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head. "All we know is that the other party came to Japan two weeks ago, most likely by human smuggling ship, so we couldn't find any record of the other party arriving in Japan by transportation."

"What about his dragon bloodline? Can that determine his level?"

"At present, he seems to be an ordinary person."

"An ordinary person can fight you to a draw?" The old man looked astonished.

No one understands Genjiro's swordsmanship better than him. It can be said that he personally selected those famous swordsmanship schools before he was qualified to train Genjiro, the young master of the Snake Clan. Moreover, the latter was already incredibly talented in swordsmanship. With years of training, it is no exaggeration to say that Genjiro is a true swordsmanship master.

Even if the opponent doesn't use the power of words, his body, strengthened by the royal blood, and his mastery of swordsmanship are beyond the reach of ordinary people. The old man has never seen anyone last ten moves against the young man, including those masters who once taught the Genjiro swordsmanship style.

However, he was now told that this swordsmanship master had actually fought to a draw with an ordinary male escort.

What kind of kendo host is this?!

"That's the truth. Even though I used the Rakshasa Demon Bone technique, I still couldn't defeat him," Genji said with a wry smile.

Although the kendo duel on the Takamagahara stage tonight ended in a draw, it was still a loss for him, especially to a male host. It was a complete and utter defeat, and he almost lost his sister.

After tonight's battle, the name Kenshin must have been deeply imprinted in Erii's heart, because Erii will take everything about Lin Ye very seriously, from running away from home for the host's exclusive show, to confronting her brother, and finally agreeing to travel around Tokyo with Lin Ye.

This gave Genjiro a strong feeling that dealing with Lin Ye would be even more troublesome than dealing with those out-of-control Dead Servants.

After all, while Deadpool is insane, he doesn't hesitate to attack without batting an eye. But Lin Ye is someone he can't touch now, because every move this host makes is related to Erii's own bloodline fluctuations. If something happens to Lin Ye, the whole of Tokyo might suffer.

So the current situation is that not only can Genjiro not touch Lin Ye himself, but he will even send people to protect him secretly. If the host chokes on fish, or falls down and gets injured or dies, Genjiro, as his older brother, can't guarantee what crazy things Erii might do.

Erii might have a thought like, "I'm tired, let's destroy it," followed by a tsunami and a massive eruption of Mount Fuji.

In a casual glance, Genji saw Lin Ye's male escort poster next to him. Coincidentally, Lin Ye in the picture was rubbing his chin and looking over with a playful expression.

Yuan Zhisheng's face darkened; this was utterly outrageous, so he turned around immediately!

The old man looked at Lin Ye's male escort poster next to him and pondered for a moment. "There must be something fishy going on. How could a boy who can win Erii's favor be just an ordinary person?"

He took a sip of the strong liquor in the bowl and spat it onto the red-hot blade blank. Flames rose fiercely, and taking advantage of this intense heat, the old man swung his heavy hammer and continued to forge it, sparks flying everywhere.

Yuan Zhisheng, standing to the side, vigorously pulled the bellows, the charcoal fire blazing, and the blade blank's luster deepened as it was forged.

However, just as it was about to be fully formed, the blade broke with a crack.

"In the end, it's just a piece of ordinary iron; its inherent qualities are simply insufficient to withstand such high-intensity forging." Genji sighed as he looked at the broken blade blank.

Tachibana Masamune, however, showed no sign of frustration. Instead, he asked the young man in front of him, "Chisuke, you've been helping me forge swords for quite some time now. Don't you understand the meaning of sword forging?"

“Dad, you once said that forging a knife is like honing one’s life, but there is a limit to what a person can bear in life. If the pressure is too much, it will eventually break, just like this blank knife.”

Even if it breaks, there is always a chance to start over.

Tachibana Masamune picked up the broken sword blank, ignoring its scalding heat, and threw it back into the furnace.

Genjiro spread his hands, looking helpless. "As expected of the head of the Snake Clan, even top politicians have to admit defeat. Father, I admit that even if I had eight mouths, I still couldn't argue with you."

"That's because you can't refute it. You'll never know how much a person's life can hold until the very last moment. But if you say such discouraging things early on, how can you possibly achieve anything?"

"But why should a person's life carry so much weight, instead of just carrying things they like? That way, even if they have less of other things, they will at least feel happy."

"For example, how about selling sunscreen in the future?" Tachibana Masamune said with a mocking expression.

"Dad, you know?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

Tachibana Masamune snorted irritably, “The young master of the Snake-Headed Eight Families often browses various sunscreen brands online, taking notes on them so seriously that he even goes to physical stores to try them out in person. As the patriarch, if I don’t even know these things, what qualifications do I have to manage the huge Snake-Headed Eight Families?”

Yuan Zhisheng chuckled dryly and scratched his head. "Oh dear, now that I've been found out, I don't need to hide it anymore, Dad. I have been researching various sunscreen brands lately and I've gained a lot of experience. I'll recommend a few to you later."

"We'll talk about that later, Chisei. I want to ask you, if this is truly your dream, why not bravely pursue it?" Tachibana Masamune's eyes were full of encouragement.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhisheng immediately perked up, "Dad is so sensible! Actually, I had already planned this out. A while ago, I met a French friend online. He runs a sunscreen shop on Montalvi Beach. Although the shop is small, it's very popular. Every year, hundreds of thousands of girls go there to play. Not only can I make money, but I can also personally apply sunscreen to those sexy girls in bikinis for free."

Furthermore, I've already spoken with that online friend; I'm available anytime, as long as I have the time.

As Yuan Zhisheng spoke, he couldn't help but chuckle and rub his hands together, revealing an uncontrollable air of slyness.

As the head of the Japanese branch's executive bureau and the young master of the Snake Clan, he is usually ruthless and cold-blooded, only showing this relaxed and casual side in front of his father, Tachibana Masamune.