Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

It's so shameful. Am I worthy of a girl with such a heart of gold?

"Where?" In front of us, Yuno Agatsuma asked in an ambiguous tone, "Does Ninomiya know?"

"Yeah, I passed by there with my mom before." The boy recalled, "It was crazy... those beggars, my mom left money behind and took me and ran away..."

"Yuno-san is much gentler and braver than me. You have a truly kind heart..." Ninomiya Hideo chased the footsteps of the girl in front of him, praising her as he walked. He had made up his mind that just like chasing her footsteps, he might firmly chase after her love.

Agatsuma Yuno didn't answer, but her cheerful appearance made her look like someone. Taking the subway, it didn't take long to reach the place where Ninomiya Hideo said he had fled.

On the desolate street, people were lying in twos and threes.

Some of them held discarded milk cartons as their own water cups, some curled up with their faces facing the wall, not knowing whether they were asleep or awake; many of them hugged their legs and stared longingly at the two students who passed by...

There is only despair and numbness towards life in the pupils.

"My wife's classmate. Should we..." Ninomiya Hideo swallowed his saliva, a little nervous, and took bigger and bigger steps: "Should we hurry up, it's better, it's better to leave quickly..."

As they kept going, the two of them went deeper and deeper.

"Don't be in a hurry. Don't you want to see the beggar's reward for the giver?"

"Besides, this is one of the few 'stress relief' activities I have. Please don't deprive me of my hobby."

Ninomiya Hideo stared at Agatsuma Yuno in a daze. Was he...having an illusion?

Why does it feel like she is getting excited?

Agatsuma Yuno walked leisurely towards the beggars with eager eyes. She stopped, lowered her head, opened the plastic bag containing sausages, and took out a wad of banknotes from her bag - shaking her left and right hands to signal the surroundings.

A stack of brand new, high-denomination banknotes that still smell of ink.

come.

She hooked her finger and mouthed this.

Then, he pulled the bottom of the plastic bag, tilted the hot sausages onto the dusty ground, and waved his hand high in the air.

Banknotes flying.

The wind not only blew through the long pink hair, but also blew up the banknotes thrown by the girl - the freshly baked sausages rolled to the ground and were covered with dust. However, the beggar didn't care.

Like ants attracted to honey, the beggars who swarmed in knelt and lay on the ground, grabbing dirty sausages with one hand and stuffing them into their mouths to chew, while with the other hand they searched around for coins floating down from the sky.

Like a stray dog, it devours greedily.

In the dark green rain of banknotes, apart from the crawlers who were huddled together, pushing and scrambling for the money, there was only one figure standing there.

She giggled and looked sideways at Ninomiya Hideo.

"Look, look! This is the reward!" Gasai Yuno casually kicked over a beggar who came too close, and moved lightly among the dogs, listening to them tearing sausages, greedily fighting for the dark green papers, uttering disgusting insults and attacks, and tearing each other's hair and rags.

The people who were fighting and pushing each other fell to the ground with their limbs, unable to roar out complete words from their mouths swallowing meat. Those warning "woops" and "roars" sounded more like...

Animals.

Animals crawling underfoot.

what…

Kindness has given me so much in return, and that’s how my mood has improved.

Agatsuma Yuno was enjoying the beautiful scenery below her feet.

It's like walking on clouds.

She paused in front of each of the crawling figures, young or old, bent down, tilted her head, and listened to them tearing sausages and the sounds of them chewing with a gentle face; she quietly enjoyed her dirty fingers stuffing the green banknotes into all the places where things could be stuffed, and then looked at each other with eager eyes.

She asked softly, "Is it delicious?"

The only response she got was the whimpering sound from under her feet.

She stepped on half a muddy sausage and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"

She was answered by a childish look of longing and pleading.

The homeless children didn't know the value of money and only wanted to snatch the hot food. He bit his tongue and there was some blood on his lips. He begged the woman whose face he couldn't see clearly standing in the sunset, while pushing her shoes and trying to use his fingers to dig out the flesh between the shoes and the asphalt road.

"Want to eat?"

"think."

The foot moved away.

She walked around, throwing out banknotes, and people snatched them away behind her. Her laughter was even crueler than her actions.

"This world is just one big amusement park! It's just..."

As he waved his arms, his eyes suddenly widened and he stared at the boy not far away.

In the gaps between the flying banknotes, the two looked at each other.

“It’s so much fun!”

Ninomiya Hideo fled in panic.

Just like he had run away from this street once before, because of the swarms of beggars.

This time, it was because of a girl he liked.

Or maybe it's because of a crazy monster hiding under human skin with a pretty face.

Chapter 53 Weird Surging Ritual

As for monsters, Usami Reiko is not afraid.

What she was afraid of was the paper in her hand.

Or rather, the person who gave her the paper.

Lazy jazz music played through silk pajamas, and a woman swayed her cocktail, leaning on the sofa with messy hair. In the evening, the noise of cars coming and going could not reach the house, and the quiet and thick leisurely music was in the air.

Usami Reiko was covered in cold sweat.

Opposite him, Bai Ju sat upright with a serious look on his face.

"You mean... 'she'?"

Usami Reiko clutched her pajamas tightly. The frightened short-haired logistics director spoke carefully: "Yes, it should be 'her'. Blurred, constantly shattering glass, torn space, infinitely twisted gears and mechanical walls..."

Muttering to himself, as Bai Ju's expression gradually solidified, the thin piece of paper was held up: "'She' gave me this."

A piece of paper.

There were densely written words on the paper.

"Surging Ceremony"

"Seven pairs of female crow eyeballs, two pieces of virgin little fingers ground into powder, three drops of the caster's blood, five seconds of the dead's wailing, one sound of elegant footsteps, ten beards of the desperate, 20 drops of rose juice, 500 grams of pure gold."

"The golden liquid is melted into a ritual array. Those who drink the 'Surge' will temporarily gain the ability to call for order."

Bai Ju held the piece of paper with a frown on his face.

"You said 'her'?" He asked another question: "We should be seeing the same thing, right?"

That twisted shadow.

"Same." Usami Reiko pushed open the cigarette box, took out a cigarette, stuffed it into the corner of her mouth and lit it: "But I stayed in the special department for a short period of time, and I never missed the training I was supposed to receive. That guy is definitely a woman."

"If you have a girlfriend..." She glanced at the expressionless beast man provocatively and exhaled smoke: "You will know clearly the expression of a girl when she asks for a gift."

"She...it is definitely a female."

——'Eh? This limited edition is hard to find. Did you queue up?' The pair of high boots in the hallway lay quietly on the carpet.

"So... the other party didn't deliberately hide his identity?" Bai Ju rubbed his temples. Things were becoming more and more complicated, especially after the last "fog incident", when that person easily defeated him.

You know, the number of ritualists who can match him can definitely be counted on one hand.

Defeat yourself leisurely...

The opponent's strength makes us have to take it seriously.

"This is normal." Usami Reiko held a long cigarette in her mouth, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and an empty glass from under the table, and poured wine for Bai Ju while saying vaguely: "If I have such a powerful power, why should I hide my identity? It's normal for her to do this."

"If it makes me unhappy."

"I'll kill all of you." Pushing the wine glass over, the woman revealed a pair of cold eyes under her messy short hair.

"Thank you." Bai Ju raised his eyebrows: "Is that what you really think?"

"Think about it, has this violated Lord Bai Ju's creed of justice?" The woman leaned back on the sofa tiredly and stretched. The room was warm and cozy. The aroma of wine floated on the wine in the wide-mouthed cup.

"I don't think I have any creed anymore."

Usami Reiko frowned, "What?"

The man didn't answer, but picked up the glass and drank it all.

“Bai Ju, you won’t tell me…” The woman sat up in disbelief: “Another death? That longevity eater?!”

She cursed, her slippers scraping against the floor. The woman stood up, furious, not knowing who to vent her anger on: "Son of a bitch! Didn't I tell them to shoot, kill, kill! Shoot them first!"

The bastard that Usami was referring to was Junichiro Shimoda, the superior of her and Bai Ju, and the person in charge of the entire official ceremony organization. It was he who had ordered the attack on the "Cult of the Balance", and now, it was also he who ordered the search and capture of the "Life Eater".

Haha, that little fat pig is really eager to achieve something to show his parents.

I just don’t know whether they are local parents or foreign parents.

"Tsk." A flash of sarcasm flashed across Bai Ju's face. "If he is shot dead, there is no way to prove that he is the "Longevity Eater". You know that he will turn into ashes. How can he take credit for it? He is not here to maintain social order and peace."

Usami Reiko was more interested in Bai Ju's "tsk" - she sat down, crossed her legs, and didn't care about her waist exposed under her loose pajamas. The woman leaned closer to Bai Ju, getting closer and closer...

Stare at him.

"Minister Usami." The man had a stern face and reached for the bottle of whiskey on the table with his shoulder tilted.

"How strange that you would actually say 'tsk'... I have worked with you for many years and I have never seen you complain..."

The usually strict head of the field department was a little embarrassed today, perhaps because he had never experienced such a scene before, or for some other reason. He stiffly picked up the wine glass that had been refilled for the second time and toasted the woman from a distance - which was also considered to be pushing the distance.

"Sometimes I will post it occasionally. I can't survive in such a serious world without doing so."

"You also know..."

Usami Reiko rubbed her face. What happened tonight had messed up her clear logic.

"Take it one step at a time. At least, at least for now, the "Sect of the Balance" is not as dangerous as the "Masquerade." Bai Ju put down his wine glass, spread the white paper on the table, and pressed his finger: "This is the important thing."

"Surging Ritual."

"This is the first time since the mysterious resurrection that a ritual can be initiated and repeated by humans."

"If it's true, it's an expensive gift."

Usami Reiko nodded, however.

"What's with these strange materials?"

"Seven pairs of female crow eyeballs, two pieces of virgin little fingers ground into powder, three drops of the caster's blood, five seconds of the dead's wailing, one sound of elegant footsteps, ten beards of the desperate, 20 drops of rose juice, 500 grams of pure gold."

No, the rest is understandable. The sound of elegant footsteps...

"grace?"

"Well, elegant." Bai Ju pointed his index finger unconsciously. In the quiet room, the only sound was the dull sound of his fingertips hitting the glass, one after another.

Eyeball... pinky finger... blood... rose juice...

Twenty drops...

twenty.

How much is one drop?

A step.

A paragraph?

"These things are enough to give Kawahara Kensaku a headache." The man waved the paper in his hand and said, "Let them try. Also, 500 grams of pure gold... Haha, once this ceremony spreads, the price of gold will definitely rise sharply."

It is clear that so much gold is needed every time, and the trend of the mysterious global recovery is irreversible. As the situation intensifies, it is clear that this metal will become more expensive in the future. After all, order... order that can resist chaos is what every country needs.