Yes, I did all of this!

"I......"

"—It seems your situation isn't very good."

A leather boot made of some unknown material appeared before her eyes, accompanied by a familiar voice, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Neville..."

Poison Vine raised its head and stared at him coldly. The Demon Puppet immediately stood in front of him, shielding Poison Vine behind it.

Duanmu Mo didn't care at all. He just squatted down and looked at the poisonous vines through the gap between the demon puppet's legs.

"how do you feel?"

—Absolutely not pleasant, the Poison Vine wants to destroy and ruin everything right now!

But... just as she was about to speak, she realized that her words had changed:

"—Very good. Whether it was the battle with Cangyi or the feeling of being torn to pieces, it was all wonderful..."

"—No, that's not right!"

Poison Vine covered her mouth, unable to believe the changes in herself, then suddenly realized something, and her pupils contracted.

"You don't have much time left, Poison Vine."

Duanmu Mo also saw through her current situation: "I guess your possession requires some kind of price, not just life force, but probably also a part of your soul?"

His strange, vertical pupils stared at the poisonous vine:

"—The more you use possession, the more you'll resemble your parent. But that's just a side effect of possession. It's not interested in a body that has no life force. So in the end, you'll just become a mindless monster, right?"

"So what? What exactly do you want?!" Poison Vine roared through gritted teeth.

"I told you, I'm here to help you."

Duanmu Mo smiled:

"Shall we talk somewhere else?"

"..."

Poison Vine struggled to her feet, raised her hand, and the vines transformed into tables and chairs. The two looked at each other.

—Gazing intently at the Poison Vine's current posture, Duanmu Mo licked his lips, a gesture that sent chills down the Poison Vine's spine:

"...What exactly do you want to say? Just say it now."

With his elbows resting on the armrests of the chair, Duanmu Mo propped his head up with his fists, crossed his legs, and said slowly:

"Didn't you want to put the sunset into a black flame state so that the demon puppet could devour it and gain power? I have a way."

What other options do you have?

Poison Vine frowned. Every time he wanted to try a method, it was always prevented by various circumstances. What could this Neville possibly do?

Duanmu Mo did not answer directly, but just shook his head with a smile. His leisurely and carefree demeanor made Du Man feel irritated.

"Actually, I've been watching all along, observing your battle this time."

"If that's the case, then why doesn't it appear?!"

“You didn’t call me.” Duanmu Mo looked at Du Man with amusement, and then continued after the latter fell silent: “I saw a lot of things, but the most important thing was a person.”

"Who?"

“I don’t know his name yet, but I can tell you that he was the one who rescued your victims.”

Upon hearing this, Du Man understood and immediately asked, "What use is that person?"

"What makes him special is that he came with the magical girl Yuhi."

Poison Vine frowned: "...What?"

"To be precise, it was before she transformed... I remember you mentioned her name: Xia Yan—yes, that's her."

Duanmu Mo revealed a sinister smile:

"After that, Xia Yan transformed into the magical girl Yuhi in front of him. During this time, she did not hide herself, as if she had long been used to his presence."

"Xia Yan would actually do something like this?" Du Man pondered for a moment, then realized that he seemed to have seen this person in the arcade after returning to Kamishiro City.

But since he was only focused on Xia Yan, he didn't pay much attention to him.

"So that's how it is." Thinking about it, Du Man suddenly understood everything: "No wonder she was able to get rid of despair so quickly, it was all because of what this man did."

"Nine times out of ten."

Poison Vine smiled: "As long as we kill her boyfriend, she can fall into despair again!"

"—Wait a minute." Upon hearing this, Duanmu Mo paused, interrupting her: "I think their relationship is more like that of siblings?"

"That's good enough!" Poison Vine immediately became excited: "As long as we kill him—kill that man!"

"I already have plans."

Duanmu Mo maintained his smile and raised his hand.

"Oh? What's your plan?" Du Man looked at Duanmu Mo suspiciously and suddenly asked.

Looking back now, it's really suspicious that Du Mu Mo suddenly said so much, which made Du Man involuntarily become wary.

"That's still a secret."

Duanmu Mo raised his hand: "However, in order to complete this plan, I need some support."

What kind of power do you need?

"Take a look for yourself." Duanmu Mo took out a few photos from somewhere and threw them in front of her.

The latter took the photo, his gaze sweeping over the people in the picture, and his brows immediately furrowed.

These are all eccentric individuals, and all of them possess formidable strength.

Interestingly, these strange people are all related to their mouths or their ability to eat.

"...You want their cards?"

Du Man had completely lost trust in Duanmu Mo. When faced with his request, she pretended to think for a while, but in her heart, she had already begun to plan her refusal.

Duanmu Mo smiled slightly and took out a card depicting a strange person.

Unlike other monster cards, this card's background is not pale, but has a hint of blue.

“More powerful monsters can create more powerful cards, which far surpass white-quality cards in both power and effect. What I want is their power.”

—And blue cards too? Neville's been giving me inferior stuff all this time?!

Anger rose within Poison Vine, and just as it was about to question him, a hoarse voice escaped its lips:

"Sure, they're entirely yours to manage."

Upon hearing this voice, Du Mang trembled and dared not voice any further objections.

"Besides that, there are those four-armed monsters; their abilities are also something I need."

"Whatever." The low, husky voice continued. For some reason, Du Man felt an uncontrollable interest rising within him as he stared at Duanmu Mo.

It wasn't an emotion he recognized at all. A chill ran down his spine, his lips trembled, and a voice squeezed out: "My lord..."

His body trembled again, and Du Man slumped into the chair with a sigh of relief, his pupils dilated, and he was panting heavily, drenched in sweat.

Ignoring the situation with the poisonous vines, Duanmu Mo stood up, waved his hand, and said with a mocking expression, "Then, wait for my good news, 'My Lord'."

. . . . . .

Chapter 94: Trump Card

Humming a song, and after thinking for a moment, he brought some pizza. Duanmu Mo returned to the office, only to bump into Yu Zhi and Xia Yan.

"Mr. Duanmu!"

"Duanmu Mo!"

Inside the firm, they had long since returned and were waiting anxiously.

Upon seeing his return, they all stood before her, one with anxious concern and the other with reproachful restlessness.

"Damn it, don't any of you need to rest?"

Knowing they were already aware of their existence, Duanmu Mo muttered to himself, taking out his phone and glancing at it. He found a whole list of missed calls, all obviously from them.

"My little firm isn't some massage parlor. I don't need to come here after a fight, do I?"

"Stop trying to change the subject!"

Xia Yan grabbed Duanmu Mo's arm, pulled him into the office, and forcibly pressed him into an office chair.

"Don't rush~ Would you like some pizza?"

Duanmu Mo didn't stop him. He put the pizza on the table, picked up a slice, and started eating.

"Listen to me!"

Xia Yan yanked the chair between Duanmu Mo's legs away, her forceful attitude startling Yu Zhi.

"Hmm..."

Duanmu Mo pouted and reluctantly raised his hands, making a gesture of surrender.

"Didn't I tell you to leave immediately? Why didn't you listen?!" Xia Yan grabbed his shoulders and asked fiercely.

"Actually, a few seconds after you left, there was new news about those people."

"—So you went to rescue them? What if there are weirdos there?!"

"But in the end, I rescued them safely."

Duanmu Mo raised his hand and switched the news on his computer to a pre-recorded broadcast.

“You see, because of my words, this venomous monster was stunned for a moment, which gave Cangyi the opportunity to severely injure her.”

"But that's no reason for you to take risks!"

Xia Yan, who had been staring at Duanmu Mo anxiously, suddenly softened her tone: "I... don't want you to get hurt."

"..."

"The duty of a magical girl is to protect the people, but even so, I cannot treat everyone equally. Among them, the most important one is you—Duanmu Mo."