I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

After saying that, he ignored the other party's reaction and hung up the phone.

He walked out of the bedroom and found that Gojo Satoru had not left. Instead, he was squatting by the coffee table with great interest, helping Gabriel unpack the desserts.

"Hey, you white-haired troublemaker, hurry up! The packaging for these macarons is too tight, it's affecting my eating efficiency!"

"Yes, sir~ Yes, sir Gabriel."

Gojo Satoru wasn't angry at all; instead, he smiled and sped up the unpacking process, adopting an extremely humble attitude.

Upon seeing Lynn emerge, Gojo Satoru immediately stood up, his face showing a mixture of anticipation and inquiry, as if asking, "How did it go? Was the trouble over there resolved? Is it my turn now?"

Lynn saw through his little scheme and shook her head, completely shattering his illusions.

"You can handle the matter of the cursed spirit yourselves."

He picked up the coat hanging in the entryway.

“I need to go to my ‘other’ office.”

He decided.

Compared to going to Sapporo, a place where no one knows anything, to deal with some unheard-of "fusion spirit," it's much better.

Let's go see this so-called "Cokria" first. It will allow him to understand more directly and quickly what this altered world has become.

At least, he could understand ghouls.

"learn."

Gojo Satoru immediately sighed knowingly, realizing that today's trip had been a complete waste.

He stood up from the ground and patted the 3.3 dust off his pants.

"Then I won't bother you any longer, senior."

Before leaving, Yui Yuigahama politely saw him to the door.

"Mr. Gojo, thank you for the dessert today. Take care on your way home."

Her smile was still energetic, but her words carried just the right amount of aloofness, making no indication that she wanted to invite him to "come again".

Kasugano Sora stood in the shadows of the living room with her arms crossed, silently seeing her guests off with her signature gaze.

As the "mistress" and the "guardian beast" escorted him out of the country with a combination of politeness and force, Gojo Satoru smiled sheepishly. Far from being discouraged, he was instead filled with a competitive spirit.

He stroked his chin, already planning his next "strategy".

—It seems that ordinary desserts are no longer enough; we must bring along that legendary wagashi from Kyoto as new equipment to break through this "turtle shell."

After Gojo Satoru left, the apartment returned to tranquility.

Lynn put on her coat and said to the three girls in the living room, "I'm going out for a bit."

His gaze didn't fall on Yui and Sora, but instead fell on the blonde, useless angel sprawled on the sofa with her mouth stuffed with macarons.

"Gabriel."

"Hmm?" Gabriel responded vaguely, not even bothering to lift her eyelids.

"When I'm not around, the house will be in your care."

Lynn spoke in a joking tone, as if entrusting something priceless to someone.

"Keep an eye on those two, don't let them tear the house down."

"puff--"

Yui Yuigahama almost spat out the juice in her mouth.

Kasugano Sora also raised her head, giving him a look that was a mixture of "absurdity" and "speechlessness".

Should Gabriel keep an eye on them?

This is probably the funniest joke of the century.

Gabriel herself was stunned, and she stopped chewing the macaron.

Two seconds later, she realized what was happening, and her face instantly showed disgust, as if to say, "You're dreaming."

The next second...

Chapter 132: I, the Black Reaper of the CCG

Two seconds later, she realized what was happening, and her face instantly showed disgust, as if to say, "You're dreaming."

"what?!"

"Lynn, don't give me any extra work! I'm already exhausted just from breathing and playing games!"

"Taking care of two troublesome mortals is more tiring than destroying the world!"

She waved her hand without looking up, muttering in a tone as if shooing away flies.

"Okay, okay, hurry back and remember to bring back double the gifts, or don't expect me to open the door for you..."

Seeing her tsundere appearance, Lynn not only didn't leave, but instead turned back a few steps and went straight to the sofa.

"Hey, what are you still doing standing here..."

Before Gabriel could finish her impatient words, she saw Lynn slightly bow down under the astonished gazes of Yui Yuigahama and Kasugano Sora.

A warm breath wafted towards me.

chirp~

A soft, warm touch landed precisely on her soft lips.

boom--!

The last time I touched her head, it made her freeze in the bathroom.

This time, in front of the other two "family members," Gabriel's brain was burned into a blue screen.

She froze on the spot, like a statue instantly petrified, with half a macaron still in her mouth, forgetting to chew.

"you you you……"

She stammered for a long time, unable to utter a single complete word. Her delicate face turned red at a visible speed, from her cheeks to her ears, and then to her fair neck, turning her whole body into a boiled shrimp.

"Alright, now it's really up to you."

Lynn straightened up, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

He didn't linger any longer, turned around, and calmly walked out of the apartment.

"Click."

The door was closed gently.

The living room fell into a deathly silence, with only the wisps of steam rising from the head of a certain blonde, disheveled angel proving that what had just happened was not an illusion.

……

Downstairs, Lynn got into his used Toyota.

He started the engine and casually typed "Kukria" into the navigation system.

On the screen, a route that runs through the entire city of Tokyo was instantly planned.

Estimated time: 1 hour 47 minutes

Lynn stared at the absurd number, his temples throbbing.

In his memory, this journey took at most half an hour.

This world, haphazardly stitched together, has even forcibly stretched physical distances.

He muted the navigation, rubbed his temples with one hand, gripped the steering wheel with the other, and merged into the traffic.

……

moment.

[Emotional perception] is like an oversensitive radar network, pouring the chaotic torrent of emotions on the street into his brain.

In the roadside coffee shop, the well-dressed white-collar worker harbored a nauseating hunger for fresh flesh deep in his soul.

Across the street, a high school girl wearing headphones and listening to music was staring at passersby with a cold, predatory gaze—the arrogance of a sorcerer.

On the overpass above, a distorted resentment, invisible to the naked eye, was gathering, radiating a thick malice that could drive an ordinary person insane on the spot.

These discordant "noises" were like countless steel needles, pricking his head.

Too noisy.

That's too much trouble.

Lynn opened the encrypted email that Marude had just sent without any expression.

The contents include a structural diagram of Cookeria and some basic information.

Ghouls are people who feed on humans and possess an organ called a "kabune," which releases RC cells to form "kabosses."

Cochlea, the CCG's ghoul internment camp, is a spiral prison buried deep underground, holding thousands of ghouls.

Once interrogated, ghouls are crushed by a hydraulic press to become raw materials for making "weapons" (quinques).

He "knew" all of this information.

It wasn't a memory implanted by the system, but rather knowledge from another world that belonged to him.

This saved him a lot of trouble in understanding.

This also made him increasingly feel that this world, which had been forcibly stitched together, was like a poorly made game full of bugs and logical flaws.

……

As the vehicle drew closer to District 23, the smells of burning and blood in the air grew stronger.

The road ahead was completely blocked.

Several menacing armored vehicles were blocking the middle of the road, and heavily armed soldiers with solemn expressions were evacuating civilians who were trying to approach.

An officer with the rank of second lieutenant on his shoulder walked up and knocked on Lynn's car window.

The movements were precise, and the tone left no room for argument.

"This is a special disaster control zone ahead. Proceeding is prohibited. Please turn around immediately."

Lynn remained silent.

He simply handed over the specially made black phone, screen facing outwards.

The lieutenant's gaze fell on the screen.

Upon seeing the CCG's white dove emblem and the line of small print below it, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

[Top Investigator/Supreme Warden: Lynn]

The professional indifference on his face shattered completely in 0.1 seconds, replaced by an expression that was a mixture of extreme shock and fanatical awe.

The lieutenant abruptly took a step back, snapping his feet together, and gave Lynn in the car a perfect salute, his entire body tense and his movements impeccable.

His voice was so loud it was almost piercing.

"Report sir!"

"The 71st Armored Regiment of the Ground Self-Defense Force is ordered to maintain order on the perimeter!"

"Please advise!"

"Give me a car and take me to the scene."

Lynn's tone was flat.

"Yes!"

five minutes later.

A heavy armored personnel carrier led the way arrogantly, with Lynn's unremarkable secondhand Toyota following behind, driving unimpeded into the outskirts of Kukria, which had been turned into a bloody grinder.

……

The ground entrance to Kukria has been converted into a temporary military fortress.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, blood, and ozone.