"Mmm... Ahh..."
The unbearable sounds came from somewhere. No. 13 stuffed some cotton into his ears and continued to leisurely lie on the bench, flipping through the pirated novel in his hand.
No. 52 sat next to No. 13, feeling extremely annoyed by the surrounding noise. The sound seemed to have started sometime earlier, accompanied by the blooming of the Ghost Peach Blossom. Just hearing it made one's blood boil and one's mind wander.
No. 52 looked restless, while No. 13 appeared completely relaxed.
The statue of the Deathbird went out of control. No. 52 was fast and arrived in Ruihe City. Unexpectedly, the Administration sent Number No. 13, whose number was so early, to handle the matter.
No. 52 wasn't very familiar with the seniors whose numbers were higher up; he only knew that each of them was a hidden master.
Theoretically, with No. 13 here, No. 52 doesn't need to worry about his safety, but his goal is to escape the organization's control!
After joining this organization, he lost even his own name, leaving him only with a cold, impersonal number.
The numbering system for Administration members is itself a kind of binding curse!
No. 52 has prepared a special corpse, a 1:1 replica of himself, capable of replacing him in this world. After the Rollback, the organization can only find this incredibly realistic body.
He also prepared Supernatural Items that could completely transform his appearance and aura, all in order to take advantage of the chaos and escape to another world.
Even if the Ghost World is fraught with danger and he faces a near-death experience, he no longer wants to endlessly cycle through Rollback.
Doing it once or twice is still novel, but doing it a hundred or eighty times is pure torture!
However, plans can't keep up with changes. Now, No. 13 is stationed here, while No. 52 is wondering if he can successfully fake his death and escape.
Don't let your feigned death turn into a real death...
"Eee-yah-ah..."
The voices from the outside world grew louder and louder, as if they were not real, but rather struck straight to the soul, making one's mind tremble upon hearing them.
The cotton balls plugging her ears could no longer block out the sound. Only then did No. 13 sit up, close the pirated novel in her hand, and stare blankly at the blooming peach blossoms outside the window.
"What are you doing?" No. 52 paused for a moment, then asked politely.
"They're coming in," No. 13 said expressionlessly.
As soon as the words were spoken, the glass window was smashed open, and peach blossoms shimmering with pink halos shot towards numbers No. 13 and No. 52 like bullets, each with a dazzling trail of light.
No. 52's gaze sharpened, and he activated the Fierce Ghost within him, fighting and retreating simultaneously.
He realized that all the attributes of those peach blossoms and trees outside seemed to be related to "allure" and "lust," and that one could be ambushed without even realizing it.
She truly lives up to her title as Beauty Goddess, maximizing a single attribute in a simple and direct way.
Meanwhile, No. 13 remained unmoved, not dodging the peach blossoms that had broken through the window.
He simply drew a black dagger and pointed it in the direction from which the peach blossoms were drifting, as if waiting for them to collide with the blade on their own.
No. 52 was puzzled, but soon, a scene that shocked him appeared.
The petals that were originally fluttering everywhere suddenly changed direction, as if they were deliberately running into the blade!
No. 52 stood to the side, mouth agape. Was this the power of a true expert? This seemingly troublesome peach blossom was dealt with so easily?