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

It's a necklace made of gold.

It is a magnificent cage.

It is a plea for mercy offered to an invincible beast...

……

Inside the temporary headquarters.

Lynn changed into a clean suit and stood by the window.

The killings of last night left no trace on him, except that he found it somewhat boring.

Crushing a bunch of insects that don't even have the right to make him take things seriously is hardly something that can stir up emotions.

Aside from... the exercise at the hotel afterwards.

The door opened.

Marutei walked in, his face a mixture of exhaustion and awe.

He watched Lynn's retreating figure and recited the council's resolution word for word.

Then he held his breath, waiting for Lynn's reply.

Lynn did not turn around.

He simply looked out the window at the logistics personnel clearing away the wreckage and spoke calmly.

“It’s too much trouble.

"Do not want any."

Marude was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "But, Lynn and others, this is from the General Council..."

"Marate."

Lynn finally turned around, her dark eyes looking at him calmly.

"Does a cage painted with gold paint cease to be a cage?"

One sentence struck Marude Sai as if he had been struck by lightning, leaving him completely frozen.

He wanted to say, "This is not a cage, but a tribute from the CCG," but the words wouldn't come out.

Because he knew that Lynn was right.

Lynn stopped looking at him and walked straight to the door.

As he brushed past Marude, he paused, as if remembering something, and casually uttered a sentence.

Instead of worrying about these impossible things, you should take a look at your own walls first.

"There are holes everywhere, and it's drafty."

After saying that, he walked out without looking back.

Marutei was left alone, frozen in place.

wall……

Holes everywhere?

Is it leaking air?

What does it mean?

Marude Sai's brain was working frantically, trying to decipher this nonsensical statement.

An extremely absurd thought, yet one that he couldn't help but think about, entered his mind.

Are Lynn and others implying...?

Is there a problem within CCG?

Once this thought came up, it could never be shaken off.

Marutei suddenly shivered.

He looked down at the document in his hand, which represented the CCG's highest "sincerity," and for the first time felt that it was incredibly hot to handle.

In the end, Marude Sai didn't ask any further questions, nor did he say another word.

He silently put away the documents, turned around, and left the command post with heavy steps.

The awe and trepidation that had accompanied their arrival were gone, replaced by a solemnity shrouded in a great mystery.

……

The "antique" coffee shop in the 20th arrondissement is as quiet and peaceful as ever.

The elderly store manager, Yoshimura Kozen, was standing behind the bar, preparing to pour a freshly brewed siphon coffee into a warm bone china cup.

This is his daily routine, repeated thousands of times, and should have been consistently calm and composed.

But last night, when that familiar bloodline aura was on the verge of fading away on the other side of Tokyo, a sharp pain, as if his soul had been torn apart, still makes his heart ache faintly.

"jingle--"

The wind chimes on the door were suddenly flung open with great force, making a rapid sound.

Touka Kirishima rushed in, her chest heaving, her face still showing lingering fear.

"Store manager!"

Her voice was trembling.

"CCG...the people in the CCG have gone mad!"

“I just passed by the next block and saw them rush into a building without even asking any questions… All their ‘kind’ inside were executed on the spot!”

"They're not just patrolling anymore...they're cleaning! The whole of Tokyo is being cleaned!"

Touka's words made Yoshimura Kozen's hand, which was pouring coffee, suddenly freeze.

A drop of scalding coffee splashed onto the back of his clean hand, leaving a small red mark.

He himself seemed oblivious, simply staring blankly ahead.

"Manager? Did you hear me?" Dong Xiang asked anxiously when he didn't respond.

Yoshimura Kōzen then seemed to wake from a dream. He put down the coffee pot, picked up a damp cloth, and slowly wiped the stains on the back of his hands and the bar counter.

"I heard it."

He spoke, his voice a few degrees hoarseer than usual.

He looked up at Touka, his eyes serious.

"So, listen, Touka. From now on, no one is allowed to leave the coffee shop unless absolutely necessary."

"What happens outside is none of our business."

This command is no longer a simple reminder, but carries a heavy weight.

Dong Xiang nodded vigorously. She understood that the store manager was protecting them in his own way.

After Touka turned to inform the others, Yoshimura Kozen stopped wiping.

He knew that there was only one reason why the CCG had become so radical.

They won.

In last night's battle, which he dared not investigate, the CCG won an unprecedented victory, giving them the confidence to launch a war that would sweep across the entire city.

The price... was his only daughter.

"CCG Black Reaper".

This name not only devastated his daughter, but also became a sword hanging over the heads of all his kind, ready to fall at any moment.

That's not the enemy.

He may be... the end of an era.

……

On his way back, Lynn's personal cell phone beeped.

It was a text message from Gojo Satoru.

The white fireworks last night were absolutely gorgeous! Remember to invite me next time!

Lynn glanced at it and deleted it immediately.

He dialed another number.

"Hey, Jing."

"Tonight at eight o'clock."

"Hilton rooftop, wearing that black..."

"And shredded meat."

After saying that, he hung up immediately.

……

Tokyo, Hilton Hotel, Presidential Suite.

The door opened with a swipe.

Hiratsuka Shizuka leaned against the door.

She wore a black, tight-fitting dress that perfectly accentuated her stunning curves.

She shook the can of chilled beer in her hand, and the condensation on the can trickled down her fair fingers.

"Oh, so the CCG's Black Reaper who saved the world has finally shown himself?"

Her voice was full of teasing.

Lynn glanced at her, walked straight to her, and without saying a word, reached out and took the beer from her hand.

Hiratsuka Shizuka deftly dodged with a flick of her wrist.

"Want some? Go get it from the fridge."

Lynn didn't say anything.

He reached out again.

Hiratsuka Shizuka dodged again.

But what seemed like lightning speed to her was as slow as a slideshow to Lynn.

next second.

Hiratsuka Shizuka felt a blur before her eyes and a sudden tightening of her wrist.

The hand that had been snatching the beer had somehow gripped her wrist, and an irresistible force was pulling at her.

Her body instantly lost its balance, and she was carried by that force, crashing into the wall behind her.

"Boom."

There was a muffled sound.

Lynn pinned her against the wall, steadily took the can of beer with her other hand, and casually placed it near her ear.

Throughout the entire process, not a single drop of beer spilled from the beer can.

Hiratsuka Shizuka froze completely.

She could feel the man's body temperature and the chilling aura that seemed to have just emerged from a sea of ​​blood.

Her heart skipped a beat, much to her dismay.

"How did you know it was me?" he asked.

Lynn opened a beer, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp. The cold liquid finally soothed his agitated nerves.

She struggled, but found that the other person's arm didn't budge, so she simply gave up.

"No matter how thick the mosaic is on TV, I'd recognize the way you walk and the way you slam people against the wall, even if you were ashes."

She raised her eyes and met his gaze without flinching.