Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

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Therefore, Dr. Samuel had great faith in Joseph's abilities.

"Put it on me."

Patting his chest, Joseph said confidently.

He is also very confident in his stunt double.

Moreover, he always carries the insect arrow with him.

Even though it wasn't used, it's still a backup plan.

"After Luo Zhen, I may need to ask you to investigate further."

Although the number of people at the Chiba Research Institute gradually increased, Dr. Samuel still trusted Luo Zhen more.

Take a closer look at the remaining people.

It's uncertain how effective Asukai Kiki's illusions will be against these obviously inhuman beings.

If you run into someone who's brainless, you're in trouble.

The little knight returned to Hallownest, Sakata Gintoki returned to the Yorozuya, and Gojo Satoru packed up a bunch of study materials to go back and build a harmonious and friendly new world of jujutsu.

Don't tell me it's because we live in different worlds.

Gojo Satoru has made up his mind that he will change the world of jutsu that he despises, even if it means blindly copying others' methods.

Considering the seemingly orderly, yet actually chaotic and corrupt state of the sorcery world.

I'm afraid even one major purge wouldn't be enough.

I hope the streetlights will work.

Yato has been busy with other things lately and can't get away for the time being.

Tom has recently become obsessed with a little white cat, so he's not considering it for now.

Even if you're not obsessed with the little white cat, you shouldn't look for it.

This kind of task is not suitable for Tom's carefree personality.

Deadpool, that guy...

Are you expecting this guy to improve the aliens' diet?

This guy has basically said goodbye to this kind of mission.

It's not that I don't trust Deadpool...

Okay, I just don't trust this guy.

Everyone knows Deadpool's personality.

It's a miracle this guy isn't causing any trouble.

Simply put, play normally when you're winning, and don't let Deadpool interfere.

If things really get desperate, then we can consider throwing Deadpool out and see if a miracle happens.

What if, what if a miracle happens?

“Yes, Dr. Samuel.”

Nodding, Luo Zhen and Joseph left the laboratory.

Although he has been in the position of site supervisor for a long time, Dr. Samuel still prefers the laboratory.

The atmosphere in the laboratory helps him maintain a calm and rational mindset.

Dr. Samuel rubbed his temples, feeling a slight throbbing in his head.

I'll get some more hair growth tonic later.

Dr. Samuel thought so.

If given the choice, nobody would want to be bald.

Not to mention the Mediterranean.

If the hair growth serum produced by the organization were sold, it could instantly make someone a world-famous millionaire.

After all, the effects of the hair growth serum specially supplied to government agencies are clearly visible to the naked eye.

Its effects are completely different from those on the market.

In the corridor, Luo Zhen gently pressed on the shoulder of his uniform.

The black uniform suddenly surged, and a faint crimson color could be seen flowing through it.

If there were ghouls present, they would realize that Quinque technology was definitely used in this.

Or rather, it's the technology of the Kagune.

After a transformation, the black uniform became a combat suit.

"You're wearing your combat uniform so early?"

With a raised eyebrow, Joseph asked with amusement.

You're in such a hurry when we haven't even found the person yet?

"It'll be soon. I believe in your strength, JOJO."

"Give me a thumbs up," Luo Zhen said.

Others might have some concerns about Joseph's abilities, but Ryougi wasn't worried at all.

Aside from direct confrontations, Hermit Purple has no weaknesses as a Stand.

The reason for his growth can also be attributed to the fact that Joseph was already in his sixties when he awakened.

It's already quite good that you can awaken.

Jotaro Kujo's mother, Holly Kujo, was unable to bear the burden of awakening her Stand, and young Josuke Higashikata almost died as a result.

"Thank you so much."

"Grin," Joseph said with a smile.

It feels good to be trusted by someone, no matter what.

In particular, this kind of unconditional trust between peers.

At the Iwanaga home, young Kotoko Iwanaga is talking to Reiko Natsume.

I want to watch this competition.

"But this really isn't right for you."

Looking at the boisterous Kotoko Iwanaga, Reiko Natsume felt a headache coming on.

Kotoko Iwanaga, who learned about the match through secret channels, kept insisting on going to watch it.

This caused Natsume Reiko great distress.

Chapter 638 The Tramp and the Game

On a Tokyo street, a haggard homeless man huddled alone deep in an alley.

The deep alley was cold and quiet, yet there seemed to be some rustling sounds from living things.

He stared blankly at the alley entrance, which was only ten meters away from him and was a bustling scene.

Pedestrians on the street were dressed appropriately, walking along the street with expressions that were either hurried or cheerful.

The noisy sounds drifted into the alley, but seemed to come from very, very far away.

The distance to the alleyway and the back alleyway are like two different worlds.

Looking at the scene at the alley entrance, a shadow of gloom flashed in the homeless man's eyes.

I used to be like that too.

But everything changed after they saw that monster.

The thought of a monster covered in stitches made the homeless man instinctively shrink back.

That guy had a human appearance, human features, and even spoke a human language.

But that guy is definitely not human.

That guy is a monster.

"Let's play a game."

To this day, those words still echo in his ears, becoming a persistent nightmare.

Everything changed after that.

He turned over, his back to the alley entrance.

He had considered using official resources, but...

"Waaaaaah..."

Behind a pile of clutter, a monster, about the size of a normal person's forearm, crawled on all fours and stared silently at the homeless man.

It was as if they were monitoring his every move.

After staring into those dark eyes for two seconds, the homeless man looked away somewhat awkwardly.

He seemed to be able to read resentment in those eyes.

He knew that as long as he obediently played the game with that guy, the monster wouldn't make any moves.

The game content is not fixed; it all depends on the monster's mood.

It could be a battle royale, a life-or-death choice, or a hero saving innocent civilians.

So far, he hasn't won a single game.

The fact that I'm still alive is purely due to that guy's twisted sense of humor.

Maybe one day that guy will get bored and stop playing the game and kill himself.

Conversely, as long as that guy is still interested, I won't die.

The homeless man knew that if he committed suicide, the guy would most likely give up.

Just like a child might choose to find another insect to tease after the insect they've been playing with dies, but they might also choose to give up the behavior because they find it boring.

But he still wanted to live.

Even if it might implicate others, that's what matters.

The monster that was watching him was one of them.

"Huh? There are homeless people here?"

A drunken man looked at the homeless man lying on the ground and said unhappily.

Seeing a homeless person at a time like this is really a downer.

What right do you, a drunkard, have to talk to me? My social status used to be much higher than yours.

Huddled in a corner, the homeless man thought to himself with discontent.

But he didn't say a word or make any move.

It just lay quietly on the ground.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you looking down on me, you bastard?"

Seeing the homeless man's lack of response, the drunkard cursed angrily.

Your tongue-twisting gesture has the air of a street thug, which suits your image quite well.

The homeless man remained quietly curled up on the ground.

Even when the drunkard's fists and feet landed on him, it was still the same.

Enduring the blows coming from his body, a hint of resentment flashed in the homeless man's eyes.