Knight Asylum

"Then let's crush this despair!"

“There is nothing more despairing in this world than giving in to despair and giving up hope.”

Chapter 393: Mascot God of War is rushing to the scene

Zhinao Group Building.

"Cutting the ribbon?" Murakami Kyoer was a little surprised.

"Can't you do it?" Reid asked.

"No - of course, but... I don't quite understand why?" Murakami Kyoer picked up the phone on the table and prepared to contact the public relations department of Zhinao Group.

"The Phantom Demon will attack the Zhinao Group's building," Reid crossed his arms across his chest.

"Illusion? Why?"

Murakami Gorge's eyes widened.

As beings born from humans, Orphino and Phantom Demon have many similarities. Both are beings born from the death of humans. The difference is that Orphino is the evolved form of humans, and he does not become a different person because of evolution, while Phantom Demon is the complete opposite. Even though they have the same appearance, they are completely different people inside and do not care about anything in their previous life.

So relatively speaking, the phantoms are extremely powerful, and can perform all kinds of miracles like magicians, which is beyond the reach of Orphino. But fortunately, the phantoms have no interest in weirdos, and they have only one goal, which is to find those who have the funding to become magicians and make them despair and become new phantoms.

Therefore, there is no conflict of interest between Orpheus and the Phantom Demon.

"You should know how the phantom demon was born," Red asked.

"Let those who have the funding to become magicians despair," Murakami Kyoji replied.

"The resurrection surgery and Gaia memory produced a fearless chemical reaction..." Reid shrugged.

The corner of Murakami Gorge's mouth twitched slightly.

He understood now what Red meant.

Gaia memory makes humans confident to the point of blindness, and the existence of resurrection surgery means that humans will not be afraid of death even if they fail.

To Orphino, the abilities of the phantom demons are mostly unscientific and abstract. If the phantom demons really collectively attack the Zhinao Group building, the Zhinao Group will be doomed.

This is what he has been worried about all along. The Intelligent Brain Group only looks huge, but the premise of all this is that it does not confront the monsters in [S·L].

And the Phantom Demon is not even considered the top combat capability in [S·L].

If it were usual, he might have considered taking back his words and risking a sharp drop in Zhinao Group's stock price.

But now Reid is the president of Zhinao Group.

Red is very strong, and because of Red's existence, the value of Zhinao Group has been elevated to the position of a strategic partner that must be sought in the eyes of the museum.

"I see, that's why we have to have a ribbon-cutting ceremony—" Murakami Kyoer thought for a while with his chin in his hand, then his eyes lit up.

The purpose of the Phantom Demon is not just to destroy the building of the Intelligent Brain Group, but to let the entire [S·L] and even the human beings all over the world know that the resurrection operation has been cancelled, so it is natural to choose a time that attracts attention.

God knows which day is the most suitable for attack in the eyes of the phantom demon.

Instead of being on guard every day, it is better to take the initiative to fight back.

Humans attach great importance to the sense of ritual. The ribbon-cutting ceremony for adding resurrection surgery to medical insurance will definitely attract the attention of all mankind, and the phantom demon will not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"I'll go find the PR department right away and set the date... for tomorrow. We can't give the Phantom Demon too much time to prepare!"

"Thank you for your work——"

Murakami Kyo was pacing back and forth in the office with his cell phone in his hand, full of energy. But after a few steps, Murakami Kyo was reminded of a problem.

"President, who will cut the ribbon then?" Murakami Gyor hesitated and asked tentatively, "President, you don't want to be in the public eye, right?"

Reid hesitated and then nodded.

"I can't go to cut the ribbon either. I've already resigned. If I show up again as an important member of Zhinao Group, it will have a bad impact on our company," said Murakami Kyoji, looking embarrassed.

Selfishly speaking, he hopes that Reid can appear in front of the public as the president of Zhinao Group, so that the public will realize that Zhinao Group is no longer what it used to be.

But the president is Reid, and as subordinates we should focus on the president's ideas.

"But the person who cuts the ribbon will inevitably become the target of the phantom demon's attack," Reid raised his hand and patted his forehead. "If the person who cuts the ribbon is killed, their goal will be largely achieved. If I disguise myself as a bodyguard..."

Murakami Gorge stared at Red and thought for a while, then he felt a flash of inspiration in front of his forehead, and a bold and somewhat rebellious idea emerged in his mind.

"President, what do you think about having the mascot cut the ribbon?"

Red was stunned, and raised his head blankly before reacting, his eyes widened, "You want me to pretend to be a mascot and cut the ribbon?"

"I'm sorry, President. I didn't mean for you to throw—"

"You're good at this. This is a great idea," Reid raised his hand and patted Murakami Kyo'er's shoulder heavily.

Murakami Gorge breathed a sigh of relief. The most foolproof way was to have Red wear the doll costume to cut the ribbon, but this would seriously affect Red's dignity as the president, so he originally planned to wear it himself.

"Snapped--"

Just then, a sound of something breaking was heard from the direction of the office door. Murakami Kyoer and Reid turned their heads at the same time, only to see Zhuo Ma Yilang holding a tray looking at them with disbelief on his face.

He was supposed to bring tea, but the tea had already fallen to the ground.

"Yes, sorry, I came at the wrong time," Zhuomu Yilang bent down in a panic, picked up the broken pieces of the teacup, and closed the door.

Murakami Kyo'er narrowed his eyes slightly, "President, you can't let too many people know that you want to dress up as a mascot to cut the ribbon, especially Takuma Itaro."

"Why?" Red, who was texting Zhuo Mo Yilang, raised his eyebrows slightly and sent a message to Zhuo Mo Yilang that he was going to dress up as a mascot to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

"I'm a little ashamed to say this, but this is also my responsibility. I had originally planned to let Takuma Itsuki become the next president of Zhinao Group," Murakami Kyo said apologetically, "Takuma Itsuki is a very sinister and vindictive person. He may be respectful to you on the surface, but he must be resentful in his heart. You can't guarantee what he will do."

Red suddenly realized.

Zhuomu Yilang did express his dissatisfaction with Murakami Kyoer, but he could not do anything due to Murakami Kyoer's strength and status, so Zhuomu Yilang was extremely enthusiastic about killing Murakami Kyoer.

"But don't worry, President. This is my responsibility. I will keep an eye on Yilang," Murakami Kyoer raised his hand and patted his chest to promise.

"Well, that's up to you - as for the mascot's design," Red nodded pretending to be serious and scratched his face, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Can you let me think about it? I will give you the specific requirements tonight. I hope it won't trouble you."

"how come--"

Murakami Kyoer raised his hands to his chest and bowed slightly.

"President, it is our honor to serve you."

Chapter 394 Nogami Airi’s hint

After leaving Zhinao Group, Red came to Xiaoxing's flower shop. If possible, he didn't want to wear a stupid doll costume, but he had no talent or imagination in this regard, so he planned to seek the opinions of those who seemed to have imagination.

After listening to Red's ideas, Xiao Xing put down the kettle, folded her arms across her chest and began to think very seriously, so seriously that her brows were furrowed.

"Uh - Xiao Xing, actually you don't have to..."

"Red, could you be quiet for a moment? I'm thinking," Xiao Xing raised her voice with great authority.

It was the first time that Red saw Xiao Xing so majestic, and he immediately fell silent.

After pondering for about ten minutes, Xiao Xing's brows finally relaxed a lot.

"I still have to add an olive branch."

"Olive branch?"

"That's right! In human culture, olive branches represent peace. No... daisies are also good, radishes should be added, and poinsettias are also indispensable..."

Xiao Xing held her chin in her hand and muttered the names of various flowers that represent hope at a very fast speed.

"Uh uh - thank you, Xiao Xing, I will seriously consider your suggestion -"

Red, who always felt that Xiao Xing was casting a spell, fled out of the flower shop in a panic.

Afterwards, Red came to the hospital again, intending to seek advice from Qiao and see her at the same time, but as soon as he entered the door, he ran into Nogami Airi.

"Hello, Mr. Reid," Nogami Airi smiled and nodded.

"Hello, Ms. Nogami. Oh - by the way, Ms. Nogami, if you were to design a mascot, what would you design it to look like?" Reid waved his hand and asked tentatively when he saw that Nogami Airi didn't seem to have anything urgent to do.

“Mascot…? Ah~that’s true,” Nogami Airi raised her hand and tucked her hair behind her ear with a slight smile.

"I really like mascots who are unlucky, clumsy, and always encounter bad luck."

"Huh? Why?" Red, who had just asked casually, became interested.

"Because, even when he was so unlucky, he never complained about life, he worked hard to live, and wanted to help others... Don't you think it's cute and great?" Nogami Airi chuckled, "He can't shine like the sun, but he can connect different people and become their hope."

"Ms. Nogami...you're talking about someone you know, right?" Reid said with his hands on his hips and a helpless smile.

The tone and gentle look in Nogami Airi's eyes when she described the mascot didn't sound like she was describing a fictional thing.

"No - this is just my imagination," Nogami Airi smiled slightly, "Did this help you?"

"Hmm - I have an idea," Red nodded.

In other words, the mascot’s behavior should not make people feel offensive.

"That's great. If it's a coincidence, she's in Miss Rosette's ward right now. Don't be too surprised."

After saying that, Nogami Airi turned and left.

"Don't be too surprised?"

Red scratched the back of his head, not quite understanding what Nogami Airi meant. However, when he reached the floor where Rosette lived and entered the ward, Red finally understood why Nogami Airi said that.

“What… is this!?”

The hospital bed was gone, replaced by a three-meter-wide princess bed. A valuable ancient painting was hung on the wall. A luxurious wardrobe connected to the ceiling occupied an entire wall, and it was filled with all kinds of expensive clothes.

Lights were changed and floors were lifted.

"Red!? Are you here!? Woohoo - I'm so happy," Rosette, who was lying on the sofa reading a fashion magazine, suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Red.

"Give me a kiss!"

Naturally, the moment Rosette approached Red, Red grabbed her chin and she could no longer move forward.

"What's going on?" Reid looked at Qiao who was sitting on the sofa eating senbei.

"Ah~ That's it. This young lady said that she was about to become depressed and needed a familiar environment for treatment, so this place was demolished," Qiao glanced at Rosette, who was trying hard to pout and kiss Reid even though her chin was pinched, and took a bite of the senbei.

"So she persuaded the dean here to connect the two wards and transform them into a familiar environment that is convenient for treatment."

"Eh--"

"Really, Red, look at me too!" Seeing that Red didn't even look at her from beginning to end, Rosette puffed up her face in dissatisfaction, folded her arms around her chest, and sat heavily on the ground, turning her face away as if she would never get up unless he coaxed her.

Red sat directly next to Qiao.

The sofa, which was quite comfortable for one person, seemed a bit crowded when Red sat on it.

"Have you gained weight?" Qiao turned his body to the side feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Is there? Never mind. Compared to this, what kind of doll do you like?" Red rubbed his hands.

"Ah? Why should I tell you what kind of doll I like?" Qiao raised her voice as if she was dissatisfied with Red's casual prying into her personal hobbies.

"Ahem - just for reference -"

Seeing that she was being ignored by Huali, Rosette's face puffed up like a balloon, but it was obvious that unless she blew up her head, Red and Qiao would just treat her as air.

"Ah - the ground is so cold, my stomach hurts, am I going to die -"

"Turn on the floor heating," Qiao glanced at Rosette, who was holding her stomach and looked like a sickly young lady.

In just a few seconds, the floor became warm.

Rosette fell to the ground with a thud, lying in a spread-eagle position, choosing to give up.

"Things are a little hard to explain. To put it simply, I have to wear a doll costume to do something tomorrow, but the style of the costume... hasn't been decided yet, so come and refer to it," Reid smiled awkwardly.

"Why are you wearing a doll costume... Ah~ Is this a detective story? Isn't it made up that someone investigates in a doll costume? You've worked really hard."

Qiao came up with the answer himself, raised his hand and patted Red's shoulder with emotion.

"Well - I don't know much about that, but anything fluffy will do."

"Really? I see," Red took note of Qiao's suggestion.

After leaving Rosette's special ward, Red did not leave, but took the elevator and continued up to the ward floor where students such as Kanzaki Yui who were unconscious due to the mirror world were located.

Qiu Shanlian was leaning against the door of the ward, looking as mature as ever.

"Lian, how is everyone doing?"

Qiu Shanlian raised her head and looked at Reid, "It's still the same."