A female-oriented system, but the worldview is a little off?

It can be said that the image of a useless homeless man who has accomplished nothing and can only talk about his past glory is interpreted vividly.

Chase's eyes narrowed slightly under his bowler hat.

As a man who had extremely high standards for style, he already felt murderous when he saw such a sloppy homeless man in front of him.

However, he held on.

I have to bear it.

Because it is this scruffy, stubble-faced, ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of me...

——In the past half century, it has appeared at the scene of the collapse of five Veil Cities.

The seven seas ships of the United Federation, Victoria, Europa, the Rainforest of Hundreds of Races, and the Maritime City...

His footprints have spread across the territories of major powers around the world.

No one knows the name.

Compared to his mysterious past, "Kaos" is a brand new organization, which brings people together because of the benefits it offers.

Chase is one of them.

However, this is not such a shameful thing for him.

Members of this organization.

Everyone is a wanted criminal on the international asylum agency's list, and everyone is a sinister person who can kill his colleagues at any time.

Who is the leader, and what is the plan behind the establishment of the organization?

None of that matters.

Having a stage to display their "talent" and someone offering them the ability to destroy the curtain is tempting enough.

Madness and disordered despair...

This is the main theme of this world, isn't it?

"Well, since you said so, Boss."

Chase smiled elegantly and said slowly, "My understanding is that this city is the next target you have chosen."

"I can bring those 'defective products' and destroy them as much as I want, and you won't stop me."

"Is that correct?"

In response, several strings of ornaments were thrown at him.

From the craftsmanship point of view, it looks like a jadeite bought from a roadside stall...a pendant with holes randomly punched into it.

There are even a few coins whose materials look like obvious plastic knockoffs.

The gentleman's calm smile froze on his face.

This shoddy product, which was so inconsistent with his temperament, made him feel as if the white gloves he was wearing were dirty.

I wanted to throw it to the ground in disgust.

However, the aura he felt from these pendants stopped his almost instinctive impulse.

"These 'anomalies'... can suppress the veil's detection ability? And hinder its effect?"

Chase tried to keep his tone calm, but he couldn't hide his surprise again.

"Yes, but they are all consumables." The bearded man said casually. He had almost finished the free biscuits on the table. "Let me think... they can only last for four or five days at most, right?"

"After that, it's just pure garbage."

Four or five days...

Chase's eyes narrowed slightly.

In such a short time, we have to avoid the company's detection and be prepared to launch a terrorist attack that is enough to cause chaos in the entire city and affect the continued existence of the Curtain.

It is undoubtedly a very difficult thing - it should be said that it is a fantasy-level thing.

but.

The gentleman smiled faintly, and his smile was extremely happy and cheerful.

It's like an enthusiastic artist who has already sketched the shape of the sculpture in his mind after seeing the stone.

"good very good."

He put the dozen or so pendants into his pocket and clapped his hands lightly with his white gloves.

Stand up.

He took off his hat towards the man in the trench coat and bowed slightly, in keeping with the etiquette of a Victorian gentleman.

"I will perfectly meet your expectations, boss, and will never let you down."

He spread his hands with a calm smile.

The pupils in the shadows are like a burning fuse, which is about to turn the tranquility around into burning firewood in the flames.

Ahh, that would have been a grand and beautiful fireworks display.

"The boring peace of the pigs will come to an artistic end here..."

"They have to understand that in the presence of true beauty, those real things."

“How insignificant I am.”

Chase smiled and suppressed his trembling recitation.

"Please wait quietly in this city until five days later, and come to witness the grand performance I will create!"

The homeless man stood up.

It seemed that after eating all the free cookies on the table, he had completed all the tasks.

His expression was not infected with the slightest bit of excitement, and he returned to his usual drunken dejection.

As if he had avoided Chase's bow of admiration, but the gentleman, who had already fallen into his creative reverie, did not seem to notice.

"whatever."

The man waved his hand as if he was bored, "Five days..."

"I think it's time to end anyway."

After a pause, he smiled and said, "Perform well. I will stay in this city for the next few days, waiting for your final performance."

The steps of leaving.

The hem of his windbreaker swayed with his steps.

The tattered, dusty windbreaker has witnessed countless destructions.

Whether it is the glory of the fighters or the pale bones left by the losers, they are all repeated in the long history.

It's like a cycle that can't be escaped.

A long slideshow.

And in the shadow of the swaying hem of the clothes, in the tattered slide... there were traces of the man's footsteps.

After leaving the upscale cafe.

With his hands in his windbreaker pockets and whistling, the homeless man casually crushed the empty Coke bottle in his hand into a piece of flattened scrap metal.

Without even looking back, he threw it into the trash can on the street.

There was a clanging sound.

—Garbage that had lost its value, thrown into the abyss buried in filth without any elegance or style.

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Late night, early evening, luxury hotel.

After a long train journey.

Even if every student is a superman, it is estimated that more than half of them can take 007's class for a week.

It can give a little shock to the young people of the new era who are abnormal and lawless.

However - considering that Fengyuan College is, after all, an educational institution legally registered by the government.

We still have to respect the Education Law or some other youth protection regulations to some extent.

So, after getting off that steam train.

These students from the "special class" are under the luxurious and strict arrangements of the school...or in other words, the company.

In the most upscale hotel in Ruyun City, each person is given an exclusive, top-class private room.

An entire shelter is backed by this.

Real money ability.

"Do you understand what I explained to you?"

In a private room in the hotel, a young and cold female voice sounded unhappily:

"If you continue to make trouble, don't blame me for being rude!"

It seemed to contain a serious warning.

However, because of their young age, this warning sounded so cute.

Miyamizu Haruzakura——Su Qianmo was standing with his hands on his hips.

Wearing the shrunken college uniform decorated with bows, he raised his head fiercely, trying to show his oppressiveness.

She stared at the girl in front of her fiercely.

It was as if she wanted to tie her gray hair with a hairpin into a shrine maiden hairstyle, and mess it up into a look that would take a long time to tidy up.

Su Qianmo was really fed up with this guy in front of him named Naru Mei!

She wants to swing her little fist and hit someone!

Well...it's not that the other person is really annoying.

In fact.

Along the way, the other party seemed to be brought up with the idea that "you must be polite enough when asking for help from others."

Whether it was handing her water, tidying up her seat before she sat down, or carrying her luggage as she had become smaller.

In other aspects, she showed thoughtfulness like Ohkawa Nadeshiko.

And patience level.

But....this is where the trouble lies!

Su Qianmo really didn’t understand.

Why can you just press the hot water button when filling the water bottle? Why did you tip it over and get your hands burned?

When arranging seats, the luggage prepared by the station staff may be messed up.

And when moving luggage.

Good man, at least you are still in the body of a young girl. Those who are physically weak are even worse than her current childish body.

He was persistent in taking his luggage when he went up the stairs.

After climbing only a few floors, he stopped panting, his face pale and sick, his steps shaky and he almost collapsed.

If Su Qianmo hadn’t been prepared.

Reach out and catch it.

She was afraid that the little witch would hit her head on the ground and trigger the protection effect of the underworld in advance!

This journey.

Su Qianmo really felt speechless.

She really wanted to ask sincerely, as a [divine priestess], have you received a good education?

Have you learned nothing good except the spirit of Gongjiang?

really--