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

"Tch, it's not sweet at all..."

"Authentic turtle jelly is bitter. If you want something sweet, I'll get you some condensed milk. Come on, have some, it's very nourishing."

Agatha and Schrödinger were already eating in the kitchen, the statues were packing up Fujiwara Chika's portion, and Kurosaki Azami had packed two bowls for himself to take to his bedroom.

"By the way, Lucifer, do you know what wife cake is?"

"I know, so what?"

Raising his hand, Kurosaki Azami grinned wickedly and pointed at Polulev, who had been carried out of the kitchen by the statues, and the gruesome corpse of the mother turtle.

"Look, wife cream!"

"You little rascal..."

The two demons chatted and laughed, completely unaware that Polulev's face was streaked with tears.

Meanwhile, at Mount Taketori.

How much longer will my surgery take?

The bald man, his face contorted with rage, stood before a trembling doctor.

"Lord Huang Guang...removing the magic circuit of Explosion is very difficult...it will take at least half a month..."

"Useless trash! You'll regret delaying the Light Festival!"

Suppressing the urge to strangle the doctor, Shinomiya Hikari waved his hand, signaling him to get lost.

"Damn old man, your magic circuits are so unreliable, I have to go into hiding to recover from my injuries."

Walking to the window and looking up at the moon, the yellow light emanating from the four palaces lifted my spirits considerably.

"Fortunately, the Light Festival is not very strict about the timing."

"To die for me, that is your destiny—my daughter."

Shinomiya Kōkō had no idea that there was another person watching the moon with him.

"Moon... thank you for your companionship over the years."

Shuchiin Temple was deserted at night—except for the old man on the rooftop.

"Even without the magic circuit, I am still me, and you, my unfilial son, cannot outmaneuver me."

A game cartridge appeared in his hand and then disappeared; the old man's face wore a false gentleness.

"The Light Festival is not something you can touch."

Although the 'resistance' is getting bigger and bigger, as long as I have this, I am fearless.

Experience is hard to regain, you know—my foolish son.

The old, deep voice carried an evil undertone.

"You've been in Shuchiin long enough, do you really think I'm dead?"

Snapped.

The words came to an abrupt end, leaving only the sound of a wine glass shattering.

Wine is like fresh blood.

Chapter 203 Knight Frenzy

"Here, Uncle Wuren, have a drink."

"Hmph, brat..."

Inside the Silver Mansion, Silver Warrior looked displeased and turned his head away from looking at his eldest nephew.

A couple of days ago, when he was working with the Hyakushi family on a soft-boned rabbit farm, he was irritated by the demonic smell emanating from Kurosaki Azami—actually, the datura-like scent wasn't that unpleasant, but rather that he had developed PTSD from Malak years ago.

So when they went into the office to sign the contract, Shirogane Takehito used a detection spell to slam Kurosaki Azami on the back.

"You audacious demon! I can tell at a glance that you're not human!"

His bloodshot eyes nearly spitting blood, and his hands drawing mysterious magic circles, the old magician roared:

"Hand over Little Thistle!"

"Uncle Takehito, I am Kurosaki..."

"Still trying to argue!"

"It's true. When I was little, I ate at your house, and you got drunk and put your arm around Yu Xing, calling him something like 'sworn brother'..."

"Okay, okay, you really are..."

10 minute later.

"So, you became a demon lord, seduced the top official in Hell, and even turned your pink-haired classmate into a demon?"

What a ridiculous fantasy story!

As the saying goes, you can tell what a person will be like at the age of seven. From the first moment he saw Kurosaki Azami 18 years ago, Shirogane Taketo knew that his nephew was destined to be a villain, but he never expected that Kurosaki Azami would do such a thing.

Damn it, he actually imagined two little kids with tails and horns running up to him and calling him grandpa...

Shimizu, buddy, I'm so sorry...

"Uncle Wuren, here you go."

"This is... the note I left in the duck's sewer? How did you get it?"

“I killed Malak.”

"Well done!"

Sigh, I always knew Xiao Ji was a filial child...

"It's alright, it's alright. Come on, Uncle, have a taste. This is roasted soft-boned rabbit leg. I specially invited a chef from Sichuan and Chongqing provinces in China to make it."

There's also spicy rabbit head, cold-served rabbit, rabbit soup with goji berries, and rabbit bone medicinal wine..."

"Ah, it smells wonderful!"

Little Ji isn't a child anymore. When I was his age, I was already thinking about killing my stepfather. It's not surprising that my nephew would kill a demon, is it?

——————————————————The Crimson King——————————————————

The following morning, he enthusiastically organized a conference room at one of his hotel properties.

"The soup is warm! What do we do that doesn't meet the requirements?"

Gin expressed his dissatisfaction with his eyes, while Vodka slammed his hand on the table in anger—although they had been sold to the Passionate Organization by that deadbeat Jun Karasuma, they still hoped to get a position in Passionate without knowing the inside story.

Who would have thought that this arrogant guy in ripped clothes would actually tell them to start from the bottom!

"It doesn't meet the requirements anywhere."

Panakoda Fugo, unusually calm, recalled Kurosaki Azami's instructions.

"Dark beer and sweet potato skewers are both our people. The key is gin and vodka. These two are quite capable, but they are too loyal to their previous employer."

Mista said he didn't want to hold a four-person recruitment event, so he left it to you. You must bring them into the organization.

By the way, Becky told me that her family suffered some serious financial losses, so remember to withhold their salaries.

Take a stack of photos and flip one out.

This is the photo of Gin ambushing a famous detective and giving him a strange liquid!

"You're supposed to be an assassin with magic circuits, yet you have to use a stun shot to beat up a high school student. This makes us very doubtful of your close combat abilities."

Kurosaki Azami never expected that the "Collection of Famous Conan Scenes" she had drawn earlier would still be of use.

"That's to avoid attracting attention!"

Before he could even marvel at the Passionate Organization's intelligence capabilities, Gin retorted fiercely.

"Don't want to attract attention?"

Several more photos were slammed onto the table, and Fugo's tone gradually became agitated.

"Then tell me, will anyone even notice this idiot dressed like a bear in the sweltering summer heat, with a face that screams 'I'm a bad guy'?"

Silence, silence is Cambridge tonight.

"That's one thing, but who would conduct a secret transaction in a crowded amusement park!"

This guy calls himself a top-tier assassin? I bet you got your Interpol Red Notices made by fake document forgers!

"If it weren't for my boss's good relationship with your former leader, you would all be relegated to cleaning toilets at the branch!"

After a barrage of attacks, Fugo made his final summary:

"But it's just as well. A lot of people have died in France, and Becky is still asking headquarters for more manpower."

Vermouth happens to be over there too. You all go do odd jobs and learn the basics of being an assassin. If you do well, we'll promote you.

"Get to the airport now, take your letter of appointment, and get to work!"

—————————The Crimson King——————————

"I never imagined that at my age, I would have such an experience..."

Leaving the headquarters of the Passionate Organization and walking along the path at night, Inugami Manjiro still felt unreal.

The story of how my "golden touch" only came when I was old.

"But I must say, this knight's abilities are quite good."

The ability "Seven Times a Night" is very simple; it simply "greatly increases the stamina of the user and the rider," which is equivalent to an extremely long mana bar, an extremely long health bar, and battle continuation.

At this moment, Oni Manjiro felt that his kidneys had returned to the age of 18, and he could even go back and have a three-hundred-round battle with the female celebrity he secretly married, and have a football team of children with him!

"Stop, old man! Hand over the money!"

Just as Lao Yangge was fantasizing about making outstanding contributions to alleviating Japan's population problem, a somewhat timid voice rang out.

Looking up, he saw a guy who looked to be about 300 pounds wearing a cheering headband and with tiny, barely visible eyes standing in front of him, holding up a game cartridge and shouting.

"I'm a Kamen Rider! Know your place..."

"It's so noisy, you fat otaku, but you do deserve praise for having the courage to go out."