Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

I always feel like someone is watching me.

He stared at the photos on his phone with agitation; even the beautiful pictures taken during his past crimes failed to calm him down.

"Let's get something done," Akizuki Kozo said, standing up with a stern face.

Twenty minutes ago, Jun Kamaki and his two companions set off with the rest of the organization.

[Greed] has lost contact with them. [Pride] and [Sloth] have little influence in Kyushu, with only some low-ranking members coming over. [Wrath], [Gluttony], and [Envy] who stayed in Fukuoka City make up the majority of the group, totaling fifty or sixty people, but only six of them were left to guard the community center, all of whom were [Envy]'s men.

Thinking of this, Akizuki Kozo gritted his teeth in hatred. After Kamaki Jun confirmed that he had lost more than half of his fighting strength, he stopped talking about respect between equals and took away all the subordinates he had brought with him, leaving only Kamaki Jun's men behind.

But while you, Jun Kamaki, may look down on me, can your subordinates?

In a corner of the lounge, four people were playing cards to pass the time when Akizuki Kozo strode over. Hearing his voice, they hurriedly dropped their cards, stood up, and greeted him, "Lord Akizuki!"

Akizuki Kozo gave a casual "hmm" in response, then shouted sternly, "What are you doing? The organization is in the middle of an operation and needs us to guard the rear, but you're all so lax! What kind of behavior is this! Go patrol!"

"Lord Akizuki, actually someone went to patrol..."

"Ok?"

Akizuki Kozo glared at him sharply, his negative emotions surging towards him. The lower-ranking member who was arguing turned pale, broke out in a cold sweat, and was speechless.

Akizuki Kozo laughed contemptuously: "Don't underestimate me. You guys are just injected with [magic essence], you don't understand the level of the officers. Did you all hear that? If you heard that, get back to patrolling!"

"Yes!" The three men helped their unsteady companion and quickly left the room.

After venting his frustrations, Akizuki Kozo felt a little better.

Sending more people to patrol won't be very useful, since this location is in the dark, so who would be able to find it? If someone does infiltrate, it makes little difference whether two people or six people are on alert.

It's just an excuse to teach these guys a lesson, to show them that they can't just step on anyone.

He was pondering how to improve his strength when, after thinking for a while, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

More than twenty minutes have passed, why is no one coming back, and why are there no footsteps?

He pulled out his emergency pistol from his pocket and quietly pushed open the door...

Click.

The protective barrier formed by the remaining magic was pierced through as if there were no defenses at all. The pistol in his hand, despite his efforts to defend himself, was still broken in two, and a sharp blade was placed against Akizuki Kozo's neck.

It was a beautiful, alien sword-like foot, radiating a sharp, cold aura. Akizuki Kozo silently raised his hands: "I surrender! Ask me any questions you may have."

Then everything went black, and he was knocked unconscious.

When he woke up, he was sitting in a chair, unharmed, and as he was congratulating himself on surviving, he saw three strange men wearing black hooded trench coats. They were wearing masks, so he couldn't make out their faces.

Looking down from under his hood at the bound and gagged Akizuki Kozo, Fujimaru Ritsuka could only sigh at the wonder of the world.

The six members who were patrolling separately were like lambs to the slaughter. They were powerless against the superhuman speed and strength of the attackers and fell down one by one before they could even react.

The remaining half-crippled guy was completely unable to resist.

Without even resorting to violence, once he was tied up, he spilled the beans, revealing everything about his accomplices' actions.

Throughout the interrogation, he opened his [Eye of Karma]. Under those demonic eyes that could see through cause and effect, the other party's heartbeat and blood flow did not fluctuate much.

Wearing a mask, Yukino Yukinoshita mumbled from beneath it, "He confessed way too quickly, could it be a lie?"

"Ah, based on my study of the research papers on lie detectors in the United States, he shouldn't be lying, right?"

"Where did you learn so much strange knowledge?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's face was mostly covered by a mask. He glared at Akizuki Kozo with his golden, demonic eyes, trying to put pressure on him: "Shouldn't you be in cahoots? Why did you leak the information?"

Akizuki Kozo wanted to shrug to show he didn't care, but the ropes were tied too tightly. He just shifted his body and said, "Companions? Those bastards treated me like a lackey. Who has time to care about them? If I confess honestly, I might have a chance to live."

(Besides, we might all be expendable pawns; whether we fail or not is ultimately unimportant.)

Fujimaru Ritsuka stared at him for a while, then casually knocked him unconscious. She said to Yukino and Yui, "Let's hurry up and set off. We'll deal with these guys later. It's a pity I don't have a way to rewrite cognition. Sigh, I wish I could transform this guy into a high-purity 0."

Yui Yuigahama felt a chill, but when she saw Yukino Yukinoshita nodding in agreement, she couldn't help but feel sad that she was the only normal person in the team.

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Special Affairs Bureau, Fukuoka City Branch.

Yukino Yukinoshita held the high-purity coffee that the branch manager had personally ground and sipped it slowly.

In her slightly dazed state, she could no longer distinguish the taste of coffee.

Blue Mountain coffee? Kopi Luwak? Or Nescafé with cheap sugar?

It didn't matter; all she knew was that the work was almost finished.

The incident and dispute that occurred in Fukuoka City today...

The timing and locations of the events...

The activity trajectory of a suspicious person...

The case file contains individuals suspected of being members of the Seven Deadly Sins.

With the four thought circuits operating in parallel, she gradually found clues.

That was an arrow pointing towards the central area.

She suddenly realized what was happening, stood up abruptly, knocking over the documents and clutter on the table, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

The branch secretary rushed over: "Special Envoy Yukinoshita, don't be angry. It's normal that we can't find any clues about these things in a short time..."

But Yang Nai bluntly asked, "How much combat strength does the branch still have?"

The branch leader sensed something amiss in her words and quickly replied, "Many have gone out on patrols and to apprehend suspicious individuals; currently, the branch's remaining strength is only 50% of what it used to be!"

"Notify them to come back immediately."

boom!

A faint sound of an explosion rang out, and Yang Nai's face turned pale: It shouldn't have been that fast!

The entrance to the Special Affairs Bureau was already a mess.

The leader, Jun Kamaki, had a sinister look on his face, and his eyes had turned into vertical pupils. The fate of the guards was already unknown.

Bounty offered! Available for purchase!

What was bound to happen has finally happened; perhaps I shouldn't have come. (Sigh)

Available this Friday.

This month, when I was engrossed in writing, a family member came to peek at me once and asked, "What are you doing?"

Me: "I'm writing! Look, so many big readers are following my book now. They're also very nice to talk to, I love it here."

Family: "Wow, that's impressive! Kid, I remember you wrote articles for magazines, one in two hours. You've been writing so diligently this month... I've got my eye on a set of cosmetics, you know what I mean."

My face flushed red, and veins bulged on my forehead: "Writing a book... can't be about small amounts of money." Then came a string of incomprehensible remarks, like "Magazines hardly ever contact me," and "The future is promising," which made my family burst into laughter, filling the room with a joyful atmosphere.

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Now that the gimmicks are over, let's get down to business.

I will update frequently after the book is published, with each chapter being 2K words long.

There will be 4-5 chapters released on the day of release.

The rules for extra chapters are based on those of authors I know, but with some reductions required.

1. Based on the reviews from the experts and editor Orange, this book will barely reach a thousand subscriptions. If it meets the expectations, I'll add an extra chapter.

If the first subscription reaches 2,000, I will add an extra chapter. If it reaches 3,000, I will add another chapter, and so on.

2. One extra chapter for every 150 RMB reward per day, 15 chapters for a Gold Treasure Chest, and 10 chapters for a Silver Treasure Chest. This offer is valid indefinitely.

3. Since I signed the contract late and didn't have full attendance, the razor blade reward will not be offered for the time being.

4. Monthly tickets... I doubt I'll get any. Maybe one chapter a day with 120 monthly tickets?

The above will be accumulated from tomorrow until next Tuesday, with no upper limit. Payments will begin on Saturday with the third and fourth chapters each day.

5. The most important thing is that everyone enjoys watching. There might be occasional bonus chapters after it's released, and there might also be additional bounties at the beginning of the month.

You want to lock me in a dark room and make me a wordsmith? Hmph, I don't believe it (sneaks a glance)

Finally, I would like to thank the many readers who have supported me since the beginning of the book, the readers who enjoyed reading it and gave me generous tips, the big shots I've slept with, and the bad guys who sent me lewd pictures in the group to give me energy.

The "little black room" has begun its seclusion!

59. Fujimaru Ritsuka hurriedly ran through the alley (4K, seeking first subscription)

Ten minutes earlier, when they were still a hundred meters from the gate of the Special Affairs Bureau, Jun Kamaki and his group stopped.

He waved his hand, and the members behind him took out their phones, pressed a few buttons, and then stepped forward respectfully: "As per your instructions, Lord Kamaki, we have just notified the others to launch the operation."

Jun Kamaki nodded and closed his eyes. In his imagination, the birds formed by the electronic signals had already flown throughout Fukuoka City, and everything would begin tonight.

The boar spoke up impatiently, "Hey Kamaki, Sakagami Yusuke is already in position and lying in ambush, what are you waiting for?"

"No rush, let the emails fly for a while."

He reveled in this moment, as if he could smell the distant stench of blood, his mind trembling: Ah, how many happy families will be torn apart tonight? How wonderful.

Kamaki Jun's face was contorted with joy, and he was about to dance. Everyone except the wild boar lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the cadre.

After a long pause, he spoke in a hoarse, excited voice: "The members not here are mainly there to distract the Special Affairs Bureau members on patrol. The real target is us!"

"Break the backbone of the Special Affairs Bureau, then arrest the bureaucrats who can get things done. From tonight until tomorrow, Fukuoka City will become our buffet restaurant!"

He glanced at the members who had raised their heads, their blood boiling with excitement, and chuckled softly: "Transform this place into a sacrificial site, and everyone will be promoted from original sin!"

The others remained silent, simply closing their eyes, pressing their hands to the animal symbols representing original sin on their bodies, and praying softly.

Jun Kamaki grinned, revealing his pale teeth, and with a wave of his hand, a figure wearing a raincoat stepped out from the crowd.

He lifted his hood, looking tenderly at the face he had once loved so deeply, and stroked her soft skin: "Ah, Naoko, my good wife, I am truly grateful that you were willing to offer yourself for our great cause and for Lord Jealousy."

His grip tightened, leaving crimson finger marks on her pale face: "That's it, I forgive you. I'll take good care of your bastard child. Just send it to Thailand for surgery and then sell it, hahahaha."

The woman's beautiful face remained motionless, as if dead.

Jun Kamaki shook his hand in a bit of boredom—honestly, being a doll is so boring, it was more fun before.