He's a crossover character in anime/manga, and basically just very despicable.

"Have you killed someone with your own hands these past few days?"

His lips twitched a few times, but then returned to calm. Shirogane Miyuki raised his head, looked firmly at Kurosaki Azami, and replied:

"Yes."

Meanwhile, in Ginza 8-chome, at the Reichenbach Tavern,

With delicate features yet a weathered appearance, Wu Wanchun tends to the empty bar.

"Kurosaki-kun still hasn't come... It seems he'll only come one last time on the day the bar closes down."

What a waste of the snacks I prepared to go with the drinks..."

"Wuwan Chun's Special Appetizer": refers to the northwest wind.

"I don't know why I don't feel like cooking today... Let's just go out for sushi."

After leaving the bar, Karasuma Jun hailed a taxi.

"I need to go to 'Gyoten Sushi,' please hurry."

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"Don't worry, Yu Xing. Killing a few people is nothing serious. Besides, it was self-defense."

After listening to Shirogane Miyuki's confession, Kurosaki Azami felt that he had completely wasted his expression just now.

Magician families like the Silver Family, which are small in number, in a "revival phase," and still powerful, have always been the primary targets of other established magicians—of course, the pie is only so big, and nobody wants to share it with others.

So they gathered a group of people to cause trouble—or rather, to send them to their deaths.

While Uncle Takehito may seem very kind, that's only true in his eyes to the three children: the Shirogane siblings and Azami Kurosaki.

Those troublemakers have probably been stripped of their gear and soaked in formaldehyde to be used as magic experiment material for Xiao Gui.

"Speaking of which, is Xiao Gui used to it?"

"I'm used to it... how can I not be used to it...."

It is said that girls who would cry for half a day even for a scrape can become fierce warriors who can dissect rabbits and frogs after studying medicine. Xiao Gui's situation is even more extreme than that.

Sometimes when Shirogane Miyuki got up at night and heard the clanging sound of sawing things in the laboratory, he would worry about whether his younger sister would ever be able to get married.

"Anyway, there's nothing to worry about. At worst, the [Midas Touch] skill will just be gone."

"How can I not worry...?"

"Then that's none of my business. All I can say is that you need to adjust your mindset. I'm leaving now. Come find me again when you've thought things through."

Turning away, ignoring Shirogane Miyuki's expression of utter disgust, Kurosaki Azami headed towards the student council room door.

I'm sorry, Yuki, don't blame me. You have to figure out this "condition" yourself.

One of the conditions for Shirogane Miyuki to go to heaven—

— Possessing the courage to [abandon a substitute].

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“Kanezo Wakita, your business is just as bad as mine.”

Xingtian Sushi is a slightly run-down little sushi restaurant.

Sitting in front of the sushi counter, Jun Karasuma spoke while drinking sake.

"It's about the same as half a pound, Mr. Chun, or rather, Mr. 'Bartender'?"

Unlike Karasuma Jun's handsome face, Wakita Kanenori's appearance could not be described as handsome; in fact, it was somewhat sleazy.

He had a mustache, a pair of rabbit teeth, deep nasolabial folds, and was blind in one eye.

"Indeed, at this point, we don't need to be so particular, my Chief of Staff, 'Rum'. By the way, what are we eating today?"

"The same as always, here's a special autumn/winter set meal for you."

This is a fourteenth-generation Longquan coin; please enjoy it at your leisure.

The Fourteenth Generation Ryusen, one of the finest sakes in Japan, is so coveted by countless high-end hotels that they can't even get a single bottle, yet it appears in this small shop that looks like it could close down at any moment.

A refreshing appetizer made with tiger pufferfish milt and vegetables; Wakasa-style grilled white snapper, marinated and grilled with its scales on; sushi made with mackerel and red vinegar rice; and a one-shot tuna fishing trip at Omae Aomori...

Almost nothing about this run-down little shop fits together.

"Only here do I find bland sake palatable, Rum."

"I'd be so glad the bartender likes it."

After drying the Yanagiba sword with a special white towel, Wakita Kanenori reported:

"Cognac, Armagnac, Jerez, Grapa (pomace brandy)... The codenamed members from the Baguette Country have all returned to Japan."

Longquan and Daiginjo, the local members from Japan, are also ready.

Members of the "Beautiful Country" group, including those from Tennessee Whiskey, Chivas Regal, and Johnnie Walker, will not be able to fly back until tomorrow.

As for those watered-down ones... I've already assigned them to the first batch to die. However, as you requested, I haven't touched the bourbon, the kiwi, or the rye whiskey that recently returned to Japan.

"Well done, Rum."

After finishing off the hand-rolled sushi, Jun Karasuma downed the last bottle of sake and let out a satisfied sigh.

"However, there is still one thing I don't understand."

Looking up, Kenjiro Wakita's eyes showed a hint of doubt.

“I admit that Kurosaki Azami is very capable. When I was his age, I hadn’t achieved even a tenth of what he had. But why do you trust him so much and even give him your business card?”

"Because of a 'possibility'."

This time, Karasuma Jun didn't put on that drunken act anymore; his sharp, steel-blade-like eyes were fixed on Wakita Kanenori.

"Although the process is full of twists and turns, and although there will be one victory after another, the dragon can never defeat the hero in the end—this is the consensus of the world."

But Kurosaki killing Shinichi Kudo gave me a glimpse of this possibility—

Justice is no longer guaranteed to prevail; evil also has the potential to rule the world, and that is why I am willing to support it.

"So, how about coming with me to set off fireworks, Rum?"

There was no response. Rum put down the towel he was using to wipe the knife, pointed the sharp willow blade downwards, and lightly waved it a few times in the air beside him.

Click.

Five meters to the right, the wall cracked open.

"You remember me, right, the bartender? Though I'm not well-known, I'm the best sushi chef in the country."

Rum's smile was tinged with a hidden cruelty.

"And my best technique is 'bone swimming'."

Chapter 180 The Battle of Moon Shadows (3200)

The withered trees, resembling demons, swayed, and the biting wind blew past the eerie angel statues on the roof, creating a symphony of sorrow and wicked laughter.

Decay forms the walls, depravity the pillars, evil the roof, cruelty the foundation—this is the tyrant's palace, Hell's Thistle Mansion.

"Is everyone here?"

At this moment, Kurosaki Azami's face had grown a fine beard, and the three men and one woman lowered their heads and knelt neatly in front of him.

"Yes!"

All four responded simultaneously.

"Your son, Kurosaki Houshin!"

"Kurosaki Eren!"

"Kurosaki Arthas!"

"Kurosaki Mordred!"

"Godfather! Please accept my bow! From this day forward, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"Risotto!"

Kurosaki Azami's expression immediately turned extremely ugly.

"Drag them out and execute them!"

After saying that, Azami Kurosaki woke up in her bedroom at the Azami Mansion.

"Why have I been having such strange dreams these past few days... Damn it, I haven't absorbed enough souls yet, these two pieces of [Saint's Remains] haven't completely submitted to me..."

Regarding the matter of the saint's remains, he made a special trip to the depths of hell yesterday to consult with the former demon king Beelzebub, who looked at him with disdain.

According to the veteran Western doctor Beelzebub, these are all normal phenomena.

"Although no one has ever been able to gain such a great advantage from 'fate' before, there is no doubt that the relics of a saint will modify the body of the absorber, thereby causing changes in your body."

Despite his strained relationship with Lucifer, Beelzebub still gave Azami Kurosaki a lot of useful information, albeit with a look of disdain.

"As for your strange dreams... that's because the first thing you absorbed was the 'head' and 'spine,' two parts related to the mind, which naturally had a negligible effect on your mind... Speaking of which, haven't you ever had any erotic dreams about Lucifer?"

“That’s not true, Ms. Beelzebub.”

As a scoundrel, Kurosaki Azami has always lied without batting an eye.

"Tch, so prim and proper... Anyway, it's just a dream, it won't do you any harm. If you don't want to dream, I can give you this."

Beelzebub pulled out a crystal bottle filled with an unpleasant, viscous, dark purple liquid.

"A potent remedy from the Bie family, a formula passed down for eight thousand years, effective in five minutes, guaranteed to kill the patient on the spot..."

"Please excuse me for refusing."

Beelzebub is not only the "gluttonous demon," but also a symbol of plague; only a fool would dare to drink the medicine she gives.

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“Mr. Tobio, you’re from Sardinia.”

"Yes, I really miss those carefree days... I wonder how Anna Sui is doing."

After the CIA intercepted the finished product and data of the Stone Mask, the atmosphere in the entire CIA Japan branch became much more jubilant.