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

"Cough...cough..."

She coughed violently, trying to get up, but couldn't move even a finger.

The sound of footsteps came from far away.

Lynn's figure slowly emerged from the shadows, looking down at the "king" who had collapsed to the ground.

Takatsuki Sen raised her head.

Through layers of bandages, she could almost feel that gaze, penetrating all obstacles, was "appreciating" her current disheveled state with great interest.

"you are very funny."

Lynn knelt down in front of her, reached out, and pinched her small, delicate chin through the bandage, forcing her to raise her head and look at him.

His voice was very flat, and no emotion could be heard.

"I'm very angry right now."

"Especially when your vacation is interrupted and you are forced to go to work."

Takatsuki Sen's face, covered by bandages, was expressionless, but her exposed ghoul eye was instantly filled with shock, anger, and shame.

She wanted to resist, to scream, to tear the man in front of her to pieces.

But she couldn't do anything.

Right under her humiliating gaze.

Lynn bent down.

He didn't kiss her, nor did he make any other unnecessary movements.

Through the cumbersome bandage, he took a light bite on her fair and slender neck.

It left a faint mark, like a brand of domination.

"From today."

Lynn released her, stood up, and calmly stated his position in a tone that asserted ownership.

"You are my collectible."

The words fell.

Ignoring Takatsuki Izumi's violently trembling body, he scooped up this petite, incredibly light "collectible" in his arms and turned to walk towards the city lights beyond the ruins.

……

A hotel in Saitama Prefecture.

In the presidential suite.

Lynn casually tossed the girl, who was still struggling in vain, onto the soft bed.

Takatsuki Sen was completely powerless, and could only glare at him with her ravenous eyes burning with rage.

Lynn took off her coat, slowly unbuttoned her cuffs, and walked to the bedside.

He looked at the shapely body wrapped tightly in bandages, a wicked smile curving his lips.

"Don't look at me like that."

The next second, he gave Takatsuki Sen no time to react.

Even though she was protected by 3.3 layers of bandages, he still managed to penetrate her completely in the most direct and brutal way!

"...!"

Takatsuki Izumi's body tensed up abruptly.

Three hours later.

Takatsuki Izumi slumped in his arms, too weak to even move.

The layers of bandages on her face had long lost their original whiteness.

Two clear, dark tear tracks at the corners of her eyes silently testified to the despair and collapse she had experienced not long ago.

The area covering the mouth and nose was soaked, clinging tightly to the skin, vaguely revealing the delicate yet humiliating shape of the lips beneath.

Lynn leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette afterward, and chuckled as he looked at her disheveled appearance.

"It seems that Miss Ghoul will need to drink some water in a while."

Like calibrating a precise gear, he projected the image of the machine shaft onto the dew-laden swamp.

Then, on the shell of that unfinished puppet, which was repeatedly wrapped and sealed with white cotton ribbons, he began a continuous, high-density dot-matrix welding process.

The needle-precise tip of the welding torch continuously bursts forth tiny, incandescent white spots, enough to melt crystals, which are then welded to the warp and weft threads of the rolling cotton cloth.

He only stopped when the girl had completely lost consciousness.

He got up and went into the bathroom.

When he came out again, Takatsuki Sen was already awake, curled up in the corner of the bed, looking at him warily with a mixture of fear, hatred and humiliation in her eyes.

Lynn didn't pay any attention.

"Remember your new identity, Miss Ghoul."

"Don't cause me any trouble."

"Otherwise next time..."

Lynn's fingers gently traced the contours of her cheek through the fabric.

"...I'm really going to expose your true colors now."

Takatsuki Sen's body trembled violently at those words.

The words fell.

He didn't linger, but opened the door and went out.

"Click."

Chapter 137: Lynn, I'm wearing flesh-colored stockings today, do you like them?

The next day, dawn.

CCG General Council.

The atmosphere in that conference room, which symbolized supreme power, was so oppressive it was almost palpable.

A video is playing on a loop on the huge screen.

The footage, from Cookria's internal monitor, is shaky and filled with static.

In the scene, a man in a shirt walks alone on a carpet made of ghoul corpses.

He was surrounded by a swarming, ferocious wave of ghouls.

He did not use a quinque.

Every move he makes is simple to the point of being almost unrefined.

But it is precisely this simplicity that brings about the most extreme and chilling efficiency in killing.

Screen switching.

The two SS-rank "Bronze Tree" officers were as fragile as paper in front of that figure.

Even combined, they couldn't last more than ten seconds.

Finally, there was that pure white, apocalyptic shadow that descended from the sky—the One-Eyed Owl.

Then came the scene that left all the members of parliament breathless.

Weapons change, offense and defense shift.

Finally, with his bare hands, he painstakingly dismantled and peeled away the so-called "invincible" ghoul's outer shell, piece by piece.

The video ends with a freeze frame.

The camera lingers on the pure white figure fleeing in panic, while the man leisurely chases after her.

"This is... the report you submitted?"

At the head of the table, an old man with a withered face spoke, his voice dry and hoarse, like rusty parts rubbing together.

CCG Chairman Tsunekichi Washuu.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table.

Each knock caused a bead of cold sweat to trickle down Marude's forehead.

"Yes, Speaker."

Marude stood at attention. After the great battle, he hadn't slept all night, and his eyes were bloodshot, but his body stood straight.

"Tatara and Noro, executives of 'Aogiri Tree,' have been confirmed to have been killed."

"The One-Eyed Owl...was defeated head-on by Lynn and others, and escaped with serious injuries."

"Based on speculation, given the methods employed by Lynn et al., their Hepburn must have suffered irreversible damage, and the threat level has been permanently downgraded."

"Finally, the Kukria prison has been recaptured."

Washu Tsunekichi didn't say anything, he just waved his hand.

The next video segment will begin playing.

Those were clips from news media around the world.

"...Tokyo was hit by the worst terrorist attack in history, but it was suppressed by a mysterious hero who single-handedly..."

"...According to eyewitnesses, the hero was wearing a suit and was unarmed...13..."

"...Currently, the CCG has refused to disclose any information, stating that his identity is top secret..."

On the screen, a deliberately blurred profile photo of Lynn flashed by.

Even though it's hard to see clearly, her perfect silhouette and figure still sparked a frenzy of online discussion among countless female viewers in front of their televisions.

"'The Black Reaper'... now the whole world knows him."

Washu Tsunekichi turned off the screen, and the conference room fell into darkness again.

"Marute, you did a great job."

"But you also need to understand..."

The old man's voice was slow, yet carried a terrifying weight.

"What does a weapon that is too powerful to control and has been exposed to the public mean to us?"

Marutei's heart skipped a beat.

He understood the speaker's unspoken meaning.

Lynn and others are too strong.

It was so powerful that even the highest levels of the CCG felt a deep-seated fear.

"The parliament has passed the resolution."

Washu Tsunekichi looked at him and slowly announced.

“We will grant investigators such as Lynn the unprecedented authority and rewards.”

"First, grant Lynn et al. unlimited special operations funding."

"Second, grant it the supreme command authority to freely mobilize all CCG forces except for the 'V' organization."

"Third, a manor located in central Tokyo, with a security system on par with the General Council, will be gifted to the Washuu family."

He paused for a moment, his gaze falling on Marude Sai like that of a hawk.

"Go and convey this message."

“Tell him that this is the CCG, and the Washu family’s greatest sincerity.”

Marutei's Adam's apple bobbed.

This is not sincerity.