I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

N hasn't revealed the "secret of the Gentle Forest" yet, and he doesn't want N to die right away.

Verlaine turned and gave the two of them a deep look, then chuckled and said, "See you in a bit."

After saying that, he grabbed N and broke through the ceiling to leave.

Just then, Adam and Shirase finally found Chuuya, and the group finally reunited.

Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he caught sight of a certain dead mackerel that Adam absolutely did not want to see at that moment, walking leisurely out from behind him. He gritted his teeth and growled, "Dazai, what are you doing here!"

"Oh, of course I'm here to see the little dwarf's pathetic state~ He fell into the trap so easily, how lame~" Dazai walked over lazily, turned his head, and waved to Zhu Yu with a smile, "Hey, it seems that [Kuzi] has already obtained the information he wanted?"

Dazai nimbly jumped back to dodge Chuuya's attack, his gaze fixed on the direction Verlaine had left, and he smiled slightly: "We need to hurry up with the next move as well."

Chapter 104 Still coming?

The twilight, like thick ink, stained the direction in which the railway tracks stretched out. In the distance, a train roared in, its headlights shining like a dazzling lighthouse in the dark night.

According to information obtained by Verlaine, the Port Mafia boss Mori Ougai would be taking this temporary train to escape.

He stood on the tracks the train would inevitably pass, the wind whipping his clothes around him and making a rustling sound.

The train was already hurtling towards him at high speed, and he neither dodged nor flinched, letting it crash into him, and then—

The train was thrown into the air.

The steel car body groaned under its own weight as it hit the ground. The impact caused the carriage to tilt and flip instantly, the crisp sound of shattering glass and the shrill whistling of twisting metal echoing across the silent wilderness.

Before the dust had settled, Verlaine had already descended upon the ruins like a ghost.

The charred carriages emitted wisps of smoke; this train, carrying only a few people, vanished without a sound.

He stepped on the deformed carriage shell, his eyes searching the wreckage like a hawk, and finally found the carriage on Mori Ougai that his surveillance camera showed. A man was lying face down in the wreckage.

He went over to confirm Mori Ōgai's death.

But when he turned the person over and saw their face clearly, he frowned in surprise—before him was an unfamiliar face, dressed in a style that deliberately imitated Mori Ōgai's features.

At first glance, you won't notice it, but it will be exposed as soon as you get close.

Verlaine's expression darkened. He instantly realized that this was a carefully orchestrated diversionary tactic, and the real Mori Ōgai had already slipped away.

Just as he was distracted by reviewing where the assassination plan had gone wrong, the man whose fate was previously unknown suddenly placed his hand in front of Verlaine.

A powerful repulsive force sent Verlaine flying.

The man lying on the ground slowly stood up, removed his disguised wig, and his sideburns, like frost and snow, fell along his thin face, forming a stark contrast with his originally meticulously combed silver hair.

He is Hirotsu Ryūnō, a Port Mafia member with repulsive abilities.

At that moment, Verlaine realized that not only had his assassination plan been uncovered, but the other party was even using the plan to eliminate him.

Within the Port Mafia, the only people he knew capable of achieving this level of success were—

“Oh, Mr. Verlaine.”

Dazai Osamu, the person he had just thought of, jumped out of a dilapidated carriage and sat on the wreckage, cheerfully greeting him.

Of course, this was in contrast to the friendly tone. Within a hundred-meter radius of Verlaine, countless snipers were already lying in ambush in the dense forest, and behind Dazai Osamu, figures had appeared—each one a superhuman.

Nearly five hundred members of the martial arts faction, including those with superpowers, were gathered solely to besiege Verlaine.

Almost all the forces that the Port Mafia can mobilize are here.

All for the purpose of killing the "King of Assassins" here.

Countless supernatural attacks rained down on Verlaine—

*

Looking around, all I see are green names, even the enemies I'm targeting in team fights are green names. How am I supposed to play like this?

Zhu Yu was superbly fishing amidst the clash of swords and the hail of bullets.

Please, that's a beloved NPC who gives players a lot of money, you can't really kill them.

Zhu Yu wasn't focusing fire on Verlaine while mingling in the crowd; instead, he was trying his best to rescue his teammates.

God knows that in this unprecedented team battle, she had four or five hundred teammates!

The list of players in the team formation interface is so long that it's impossible to scroll to the end.

However, not all teammates are strong enough to walk past Verlaine unscathed.

Those with superpowers are better off, but non-superpowered individuals sometimes accidentally fail to dodge the objects Verlaine throws with gravity, leaving them with low health. This is where Zhu Yu's quick reflexes are crucial in pulling them back from the brink of death.

Sigh, finding a reliable teammate like myself is incredibly difficult...

Zhu Yu used vines to knock away a large rock, successfully saving a teammate. She demurely accepted the teammate's grateful gaze, and then caught another teammate who had been kicked away.

It's safe to team up with other players.

We will not let down any green-named player, nor will we give up on looting any red-named player.

This is the player's view of games, amen.

Zhu Yu, busy running around on the battlefield, stood out like a red-named traitor among a group of green-named individuals. While everyone else was attacking Verlaine, she not only didn't head towards the center of the battlefield, but instead wandered around the edge.

Dazai had clearly noticed her slacking off, and after a moment of silence, he connected to her communicator—

"What is our [Kawakami] lord busy doing?"

Dazai's voice suddenly rang in her ears, startling Zhu Yu so much that her hand trembled, and the Port Mafia member she was holding landed face-first on the ground.

After feeding some items to his teammate who was low on health, Zhu Yu quickly looked around for Dazai's figure.

Dazai, as the commander, had moved away from the center of the battlefield and found a high place to overlook the situation, with Hirotsu Ryūrō serving as his bodyguard beside him.

"Well, you can't find me," Dazai said with a hint of smugness. "But I can see exactly what you're doing!"

"For example, right now, you're looking around... I'm not behind the tree, and stop digging the hole, I'm not in the field..."

Dazai, holding up his binoculars, watched Zhu Yu change his movements every second, as if he, Dazai Osamu, could grow out of the ground, and was speechless.

What? Even if you're going to commit suicide, you wouldn't choose to bury yourself in the ground and suffocate to death. That's so lame.

“...about 500 meters in your nine o’clock direction, look up.” Dazai said reluctantly.

Zhu Yu looked in the direction indicated and could only see two black dots.

The system only displays information about NPCs that appear within 100 meters. She and Dazai were outside that range, so she couldn't tell if the other person was Dazai.

But what bad intentions could Dazai possibly have? He couldn't possibly be deceiving the players, could he?

She raised her hand and waved as a greeting, then planned to continue slacking off.

Turning around, she discovered that Verlaine's health bar had reached a dangerous position. If she remembered correctly, it should be, possibly, probably, that damned second form was coming!

Players were shocked. "Masaka! Is this a scripted death that players can't avoid?"

In the center of the battlefield, Verlaine lowered his eyes, his lips moved, and he read out the order to liberate the "gate".

In the blink of an eye, a huge black sphere rapidly formed and engulfed the entire ruins. The distorted gravitational field, like an invisible vortex, sucked in all light, sound, and even space.

Train wreckage, attacks from superhumans, and even the air itself were compressed into visible ripples, twisting wildly across the surface of the black sphere.

Storm is coming.

"Take refuge immediately—" Dazai Osamu ordered all Port Mafia members via radio with a grim face.

At the same time, he raised his communicator and said coldly to Zhu Yu, "Get out of there now!"

The energy fluctuations from the black sphere caused all communication devices to malfunction in an instant, and he could only hear a "buzzing" echo.

My fingertips started to feel cold uncontrollably, as if tiny ice needles were traveling along my veins, and even breathing became something that needed to be done consciously.

A tremendous roar resounded...

Chapter 105 is never-ending, is it?

Centered on the black sphere, the shockwave shattered space like a broken mirror, and the earth caved in to form a giant meteorite crater.

Those who faced the black ball didn't even have time to utter a word before their bodies were crushed and turned to ashes.

A natural disaster struck.

As Zhu Yu was staring blankly at the thought of having to start over again, wisps of flowing energy suddenly surrounded him, like ripples spreading across a calm surface of water.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding space began to tremble, and invisible patterns moved and intertwined in the air like living things, constructing an unbreakable alternate space.

The power of the black ball was like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser, silently blocked outside the space.

"Paul was actually forced into this situation... He underestimated his opponent." A deep, elegant voice came from behind.

Zhu Yu suddenly turned her head, her eyes widening slightly with surprise—

Rimbaud was walking slowly across the scorched earth.

He wore a well-tailored black trench coat, his long black hair cascading down his back, revealing a face with deep-set features.

He has removed his disguise.

Finally seeing his beautiful wife's true face, Zhu Yu warmly moved closer, grabbing her sleeve and looking her over from left to right: "Rambo's wife, what brings you here?"

“A deal has been struck with Dazai-kun.” Rimbaud tapped the communicator Zhu Yu had plugged in her ear with his fingertip, but his gaze turned to Verlaine, who was suspended in mid-air unconscious. His yellow-green eyes narrowed slightly. “I will go and restrain Paul who is opening the ‘door’.”

In this way, the Port Mafia wouldn't have to lose a large number of people to create an opportunity for Chuuya to get close to Verlaine, and Paul would be announced to the public as dead and taken away by him.

It's a win-win situation.

“When Paul is in ‘door’ mode, his consciousness will fall into a deep sleep, and he will attack anyone who approaches him with hostility.” Rimbaud enveloped Zhu Yu in the subspace and controlled the subspace to make her float up. “It’s too dangerous here, let’s go to a safe place quickly.”

Zhu Yu felt as if she had turned into a balloon, drifting away from the battlefield, and then—

After landing, he and Dazai looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Hello, Dazai." Zhu Yu greeted him happily, despite Dazai's death stare.

Oh, what a coincidence! This is it.

Her forehead was still covered in grime from somewhere, and her trouser legs were covered in mud. She had just come back from playing in a dangerous area but was completely oblivious to it, showing a carefree smile.

Faced with her innocent expression, Dazai snorted coldly, but still nodded in response.

"Hello, Mr. Guangjin." Noticing the silver-haired old man not far away, Zhu Yu waved cheerfully.

"[Kawakami]-san, good evening." Hirotsu Ryūrō nodded reservedly, revealing a gentle smile.

After saying hello, Zhu Yu didn't know what to do next.

She was supposed to be fighting alongside them, but Rimbaud's wife threw her out of the battlefield. Controlled by his supernatural abilities, she couldn't leave the area, leaving her bored and stuck in place, fidgeting with her hands.

"Dazai, Dazai, please help me remove Rimbaud's wife's supernatural power." Zhu Yu looked up, her wet eyes like a lake filled with starlight under the moonlight, and even every strand of hair that stood up seemed to be trying to express her desire to "go out."

Dazai paused, as if he were looking at a very restless, mischievous cat that was always thinking about going outside to do parkour.

Dazai smiled, looking down at her, a slow curve forming at the corners of his lips—then he uttered two words coldly: "No."

"I'm sorry, our [Kawakami]-sama, there won't be any occasions for you to appear in the following plans."

So, just stay put.

Zhu Yu couldn't believe it; her dear friend had actually refused the player's request.

She widened her eyes, her expression clearly conveying, "Are you serious? I pretended not to hear you just now, but don't do it again next time."

Dazai raised an eyebrow, deliberately taking a few steps closer. Seeing Zhu Yu's eyes light up, he suddenly reached out, his fingertips almost touching her nose. But as she leaned in with delight, he abruptly pulled back, mischievously waving his finger: "Oops, almost~"

W-what!

Zhu Yu's eyes were filled with accusation, and her whole demeanor wilted, like a small flower withered by the sun.

"Alright, look over there." Dazai casually tossed out a sentence to divert Zhu Yu's attention, "The little slug is on stage."

Zhu Yu immediately looked up—

In the night sky, the helicopter broke through the obstacles and swooped down. Two figures jumped out of the cabin door: Chuuya and Adam.

They were too far away to see their faces clearly, but Verlaine could be vaguely seen to be somewhat resistant to their arrival. Just as he was about to retaliate, Rimbaud diverted his attention and turned his attention to attacking Rimbaud instead.

Chuuya and his group seized the opportunity to approach Verlaine, and what they did next is unknown, but then an explosion occurred.