Absolutely legitimate Star Iron, I've awakened the Underworld System?

　Under the light, the baseball bat cast a cylindrical shadow on Kafka's face—

　Like a giant sponge...

　Bai Qiong's gaze swept across the room, finally landing on Ren, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. Ren's eyes were tightly closed, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

　If the blades were controlled by Kafka and attacked White Sky together, he would have no chance of winning...

　Kafka sensed Bai Qiong's concerns and explained, "Aren can't do anything right now. I've forcibly severed his senses from reality. Whatever we say or do now, he won't know. And I'm very weak right now..."

　"If you have any questions or anything you want to do, just get started."

Chapter Thirty-One: Did I really have that kind of fetish before?

　Bai Qiong looked at Kafka, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

　He knew he had to make a decision as soon as possible.

　He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts.

　But it turned out that all of this seemed to be in vain.

　"Understood, let's deal with the immediate problem first."

　Bai Qiong ultimately chose to escape. He didn't want to think about those complicated issues at this time. He needed to help Kafka first and drive away the Cloud Cavalry.

　After all, he couldn't let a few henchmen interfere with his judgment.

　"Alright, let me remind you first, according to Elio's prophecy, this battle is unavoidable. If you choose to help me, you will have to fight the Cloud Cavalry."

　Bai Qiong picked up the baseball bat and nodded. "I understand. Thank you for reminding me."

　"Go quickly, I'm looking forward to it. What will you do with me after this trouble is resolved...? I'll be waiting for you to come back..."

　Kafka responded softly, taking off her outer garment to reveal a thin white shirt underneath, through which one could even see her barely visible underwear.

　Mom said that purple is really charming...

　……

　"Hey! You—how did you get out of that house?"

　The leading Cloud Knight soldier, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority, his spear gleaming coldly, declared, "We received a secret message and have come to apprehend a wanted criminal! Lay down your weapons and surrender!"

　Bai Qiong looked at the group of fully armed cloud knights in front of him and felt a surge of irritation.

　Kafka's words were like a tangled mess in his mind, refusing to leave.

　He remembered that even according to the original plot, these Cloud Cavalry soldiers were all those who had to be fought, and no matter what he said, they would not leave.

　"What a hassle, I don't have time to waste talking to you guys right now..."

　Bai Qiong muttered something under his breath and gripped the baseball bat tightly.

　He didn't try to persuade or explain as he usually did; he simply swung the baseball bat around and smashed it hard against the soldier at the front.

　"boom!"

　With a muffled thud, the soldier fell to the ground.

　"So you're not even going to act anymore, huh? You accomplice of the villains, brothers, let's take him down!"

　Upon seeing this, the other cloud knights immediately raised their spears and charged towards Bai Qiong.

　"Humph!"

　Bai Qiong snorted coldly, his feet barely touching the ground as he nimbly dodged the thrusting spear. He swung his baseball bat like a storm, each strike carrying immense power.

　"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

　A series of dull thuds rang out as the Cloud Knights fell to the ground one by one, their cries of agony echoing through the air.

　Bai Qiong vented his frustration and unease on these soldiers.

　However, he held back with each strike, not killing them, but only knocking them unconscious.

　After all, they were living, breathing human beings; there was no need to kill them. Soon, all the cloud knights lay on the ground, incapacitated.

　Bai Qiong didn't even catch his breath. Looking at the mess on the ground, his frustration didn't lessen in the slightest.

　He turned around and went back to his room.

　Kafka was sitting at the table when she saw Shirakami return, and a playful smile appeared on her face.

　"This is truly beyond my expectations, Shirakami."

　Kafka's voice carried a hint of languor, "I thought you would try to persuade them, after all, you've always been very righteous."

　Bai Qiong did not answer, but silently walked up to Kafka.

　"What, do you also believe Eriol's prophecy? Do you think this battle is inevitable?"

　Kafka continued, her tone tinged with a hint of probing.

　Bai Qiong remained silent, not answering her for a moment.

　The answer to this question is complicated. Perhaps it's because of the influence of the original plot, perhaps it's because of believing Kaffa's words, or perhaps it's simply because I don't want to waste my breath on these small fry...?

　"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't."

　Kafka shrugged, her tone softening. "Now, it's time to unleash your inner desires. What will you do to me?"

　Bai Qiong didn't speak. He took out the handcuffs and leg irons he had just scavenged from the Cloud Knight soldiers and walked up to Kafka.

　Kafka looked at the handcuffs and leg irons in Bai Qiong's hands, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, which then turned into a seductive look.

　"So you like this way of playing? When did it start?"

　Kafka stretched out her hand and placed it in front of Bai Qiong, looking at him with seductive eyes and a hint of allure in her voice, "Was this already planned when you saw me being tied up and interrogated at the Qiong Guan Array?"

　Bai Qiong frowned; he disliked Kafka's sexually suggestive tone.

　"I didn't think that much about it. Go, lie down on the table! I don't want to say it a second time."

　Bai Qiong said calmly.

　"Oh, I know, you don't need to be so fierce. I'll do whatever you say, don't worry."

　Kafka lay obediently on the table, forming a "big" shape.

　"Do you want me to take off my boots? Otherwise, won't it be inconvenient for you? Don't worry, there's no smell! You already smelled it when we went on missions together before and shared a room, but you probably forgot..."

　She raised her head, blinked her ambiguous eyes, and asked Bai Qiong.

　Upon hearing this, Bai Qiong's lips twitched.

　This wicked woman, with her tricks, most naive young men simply couldn't resist...

　Even someone like Bai Qiong, who had fought an epic battle with Toppa and practiced countless times with March 7, was finding it hard to keep up.

　At that moment, he even felt an urge to stand up and swing his second bat, wishing he could start a game with Kafka right away.

　Calm down, be sure to calm down!

　"Hey, you wicked woman! At first you were worried I had ulterior motives and tried to control my behavior with your words, but now you're doing this... The difference between your actions is too great!"

　Bai Qiong glared at Kafka, trying to use his voice to cover up the restlessness deep inside him.

　"Because I've resigned myself to my fate. I'm going to be played by you anyway, so I might as well take the initiative. Maybe you won't hurt me..."

　Kafka looked at Bai Qiong, deliberately putting on a pitiful expression, "So, do you want to take them off? I remember you used to really like staring at my purple stockings, right?"

　"Did I really have that kind of fetish before? Or... no... I don't need it anymore..."

　This woman is so terrible!

　Bai Qiong forced himself to calm down, then with trembling hands, he handcuffed and shackled Kafka's wrists and ankles to the table. "I'm just afraid you'll use your words to control me again. I'm tying you up while you can't do anything right now to ensure my safety."

　After hearing what Bai Qiong said, Kafka's smile froze for a moment, and then a hint of disappointment appeared on her face.

　"Really? I thought you were going to do something to me..."

Chapter Thirty-Two: Truth or Dare

　Kafka's voice carried a hint of melancholy, but quickly regained its gentleness, "Bai Qiong...can I call you something else, Qiong?"

　Bai Qiong pouted, "I don't think we're that close yet, at least not in my current memory. But if you want, then it's up to you."

　Kafka looked at him tenderly and said wistfully, "It seems that you, A-Qiong, are still that innocent and upright child, just like before..."

　Bai Qiong ignored Kafka's teasing and ambiguous remarks.

　He walked to the window, looked at the sky outside, and felt completely lost.

　Will the version of himself that Eriol foretold really do such a despicable thing?

　Bai Qiong rubbed his temples, racking his brains, but still couldn't come up with the answer to the question.

　"What, you're afraid to look at me? Or... is there something you're not understanding?"

　Looking at Bai Qiong, Kafka's seductive voice rang out again, "I told you, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me. Maybe I know the answers. There's a lot about you in Eriol's script..."

　Bai Qiong sighed, walked back to the table, sat down, and said helplessly to Kafka, "If you keep acting like this, I really won't be able to calm down and think things through."

　"However, I don't think you can give me the answer to my question. Who knows if what you, this bad woman, is true or false?"

　"How will you know if you don't try?"

　Seeing Bai Qiong's slightly awkward expression, Kafka chuckled softly, her voice as gentle as a feather brushing against his ear: "How about this, Qiong, let's play 'Truth or Dare'!"

　Has it returned to the original storyline?

　Bai Qiong's heart stirred.

　He mimicked the way he acted in the scene, saying with a hint of impatience, "Truth or dare? How childish..."

　"This is a game that you and I used to play often; it has a bit of a psychological element."

　Kafka leaned slightly closer to his ear and whispered, "Both sides take turns asking each other questions. Lying is allowed, but the answers must be one true and one false."

　Her breath brushed past his ear, carrying a faint scent of perfume, like some kind of invisible temptation.

　Bai Qiong, sitting in the chair, subconsciously leaned back, but was gently stopped by her hand. Even with the handcuffs on, her fingertips still brushed against Bai Qiong's collar, carrying a hint of teasing.

　"That is to say..."